Double Twist
Chapter 172
“People who go around advertising their birthday are douchebags.”
—Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
CINDY AND I went with Joan and Beca to Joan’s mother’s house Saturday morning so we could rehearse. This wasn’t a live stream, so we didn’t have to worry about what time of day we were recording. Everyone was coming over at one for our session and we wanted to make sure we were ready. One of the things that eased the pressure on us a little was that the program included fifteen short dances by Schubert and the program was less than eleven minutes long. If we messed up a piece, we could restart and just switch camera angles for the new take. None of the pieces was a full minute long.
Joan and Beca were busy helping Sharon get snacks ready for the afternoon. Our whole pod would be present as well as my parents, Cindy’s parents and brothers, Rachel’s parents and brother, Livy’s parents, Sharon and her boyfriend. We wanted to make sure the parents of our service members got to be at the session with their daughters. A total of twenty-six people with two camera operators.
I was once again in a position where I was mostly an accompanist for Cindy. She was the featured artist. I got to use my guitar, though, and that made the recording more important to me. It seemed that I was spending all my time on the viola da gamba or the mandolin lately and I loved this old guitar. It just came to life in my hands.
The camera operators got there at noon and we ran through the whole program twice with them. Then the rest of our pod and parents showed up. Donna once again did the honors of introducing us and telling everyone how it would work. None of that would make it on the tape. There would be a little silence at the beginning while titles ran. Cindy and I would enter and take our places. There would be an obligatory round of applause and we’d start playing.
We didn’t start and stop on the first take. We played straight through the eleven minutes of music, there was applause, we bowed, and left. Then we did a working run through. We played each piece separately as the cameras picked up different angles, including pictures of our families and pod mates. The whole recording took about an hour and we were finished by two.
I expected that after we were finished, there would be a few minutes of parents hugging us and their children followed by a general exodus, leaving our pod in the familiar setting of Joan’s TV room for the afternoon. But no one seemed to be moving toward the doors. I put away my guitar and turned to Mom and Dad just in time for them to start singing Happy Birthday. Sharon walked into the room with a cake lit with candles. Joan and Beca followed with dishes, serving implements, and drinks. They had arranged a hard top and table cloth for the pool table and served everything there. I was ushered to the flaming cake and did my best to blow out the candles, wishing that my pod would always be together. They finally all went out.
“But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow!” I said. “I’m still a juvenile today.”
“We figured that since the government chose today, we could, too,” Mom said.
“What?”
She held out an envelope with the readily identifiable symbol of the National Service. Well, now we know what happens if your eighteenth birthday falls on a no mail delivery day. They get the letter to you the day before. By this time, we all knew what was in the letter so I just stuck it in my pocket. I wasn’t going to make a show of burning it like Joan did. I had to reflect on how much less stress I was under about the service than Joan or Emily had been. Or, for that matter, Livy and Rachel. Which reminded me…
“Livy,” I said when people had settled down with their cake and ice cream, “you haven’t told us yet where you are being stationed. Did you get good news?”
“Oh, yeah,” Livy said. “There’s a little town in southwestern Virginia called Blacksburg. I’ll be joining an elite cadre of runners. It’s one of three bases in the US that are devoted to track and cross country. I’ll have to compete with the top athletes in service for a spot on the international team, but it’s possible that by June, I’ll have qualified for the IAAF international track and field championships in Oregon.”
“That’s great!” I said.
“Wait!” Rachel jumped in. “Where is this?”
“Blacksburg, Virginia.”
“But Washington, DC. I’m likely to stay in Arlington. I’ll be in Virginia, too. Maybe all of us!”
“It’s 270 miles, but it’s not like we won’t be able to get weekends or breaks together. It’s only five hours,” Livy laughed, hugging Rachel to her.
“That’s only an hour farther than Chicago to here,” Joan said. “Um… does it strike anyone as odd that two active service members will be stationed within range of DC? I don’t count because my service ends before any of the rest of you start. It seems like someone is pulling strings to make sure you all get to the National School.”
“Remas?” I said. “Do you know anything about this?”
“Just speculation based on what I hear,” she said. “There are members of the commission located all over the country. Quite a lot of prestige is involved in serving on the commission. Out of over fifty members, only four are currently serving in congress. And there are only four governors. Others on the commission include business executives, religious leaders, civic leaders, and even representatives from the five military service academies. Pretty much all of the commissioners have selected an expert witness to represent issues that commissioner considers important. Jacob got adopted by Dr. D and she got a huge boost to her prestige and importance on the commission when the president quoted your memes. It wouldn’t surprise me to find that she is doing everything in her power to lock you into coming to DC.”
“Well, since she’s supporting the things you see as important, and since you have to do National Service regardless, I’d say you’re getting a good deal from her sponsorship. And DC isn’t so far that we can’t come to visit occasionally. It’s a little over 200 miles closer than Salina, Kansas was,” Dad said. He was standing aside with Mark Marvel. I wondered what else they’d been talking about.
“You should probably be aware that sides are being drawn in congress. A lot of senators and representatives were offended by the president’s characterization that they were too busy arguing about salary increases to deal with the issues facing the country. Several have banded together to oppose any reform movement for the National Service.”
“Hmm. I think I see some possibilities here. Isn’t next year a midterm election year? That would mean 465 seats in congress and 33 seats in the senate will be up for election,” I said. “Doesn’t seem right that anyone who opposes National Service reform should get elected.”
“You could be walking on thin ice if you make a direct attack before you are in service,” Livy’s dad, Randall, said. “You could face retribution if the reform fails.”
“I think we’ll need another consultation with your father, Joan,” I said.
Eventually, the parental units left, including Sharon and her boyfriend. We were down to the thirteen in our pod. Or the twelve plus Remas. She was doing her best to fit in but we hadn’t all agreed to anything other than she was our coordinator with the National School, played cello with us when we needed her, was doing our arranging, and had sex with nearly everyone in the pod, including Cindy. What else was needed? I had a reluctance to include her explicitly in our number because I didn’t really know what it was like to live with her.
I was about to go talk to her about our next steps for selecting music and getting started when Livy paced across the room to stand in front of her. I did say had sex with nearly everyone in the pod. Livy had just gotten in last night and it was her first meeting with Remas. For that matter, it was Joan’s first meeting, as well. Now there was a trio I’d like to watch. It didn’t look like that was going to shape up today, though. Rachel had picked up her car for the weekend and was jingling her keys by the door. Livy and Remas walked hand-in-hand to Rachel and left.
“Hold me and kiss me, love,” Donna said as she settled in my lap. “We haven’t had nearly enough loving together lately. I don’t want to just be your producer.”
“Mmm. I agree completely,” I said. “I wanted you to be in our pod because I wanted to make love to you. Do you still want me now that I’ve reached my majority?”
“Oh, my. I’ll have to consider that. Fortunately, your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, so today I could still have my way with a minor.” She kissed me and I stroked her breast, delighting in the softness and in her response. I’m a little crazy about my lovers’ breasts. I especially like them when they aren’t encased in the armor of a bra. On weekends, my girlfriends tended to go braless unless they really needed a bra for support or decency. And even then, the bra often came off at the first opportunity. I could feel the point of Donna’s nipple through her T-shirt and wondered when she’d lost her bra. I was almost certain she wore one when she did our introduction.
“Why don’t we go to your place and get more comfortable?” I suggested.
“I hope you know by now that it’s our place,” she whispered as she nibbled on my earlobe.
“Then why don’t we go home and make love,” I said.
“Wonderful idea.” We stood and headed toward the door.
“Can I catch a ride with you?” Cindy asked. “I don’t think Beca and Joan are coming home this evening. I’m not sure what Nan, Sophie, Desi, Brittany, or Emily are doing.” We left and when we got to the truck, Cindy automatically started to crawl in before Donna. Donna caught her by the waist of her pants and pulled her back down.
“I get the middle, today,” Donna said. “You can ride shotgun.”
“I didn’t mean to get between you,” Cindy said. “It was just kind of automatic.”
“Oh, Jacob and I would love to have you between us. Sometime.” I started the truck and we headed for the farm. “Today, I need some loving from our man. Now, if you want to join us, you are welcome. You just need to remember that when Jacob’s penis is hard, it is going to be plunging in and out of my vagina. A lot. But I certainly don’t mind munching on a tasty girl’s clit while Jacob is filling my needs.”
“Ohhh. Since I started having sex… I mean oral sex… it’s all I can think about. I almost suffocated myself with my pillow at home when I came Wednesday night. I want you to lick me, Donna. And Jacob if only his cock is engaged. And I want you both in my mouth. Can I join you, please?”
“Of course you can. I think it’s pretty normal to become obsessed with sex when you first discover it,” Donna said. “What you are about to see, though, is that the desire doesn’t go away.”
We were at the farm and it was only having our instruments in our hands that kept us from stripping and making love on the porch. By the time we got to Donna’s bedroom, though, I was tripping with my trousers around my ankles as I tried to get Cindy’s bra unfastened and she was sucking on one of Donna’s nipples. We finally all three tumbled into bed and stripped off what remained of our clothes.
It’s hard for me not to have my eyes and hands on Cindy when she’s naked in bed with me, but Donna… I was focused on my former school teacher and we kissed deeply while our hands wandered over each other.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’ve been ready for an hour or more. Make love to me Jacob. I want you.”
I pushed myself up and moved between Donna’s legs. Cindy took hold of my cock and brushed it through Donna’s juices before positioning it at her entrance. She didn’t let go and as I pushed into Donna, I slid through Cindy’s fingers. She barely got them out of the way without being dragged into that hot tunnel with me.
“Oh, lover, it’s been too long. Do we need a calendar so none of your lovers get neglected? I just want to feel you in me and know how connected we are.”
“Donna, honey, if it takes a calendar and appointments to make sure I have time with each of my lovers, then let’s do that. I just don’t ever want to miss an opportunity to make love with you.” My cock made squishy noises in her pussy as I thrust into her. We kissed and giggled and just kept moving together. Cindy lay beside us, petting and cooing but not getting in the way. Donna pulled her legs back and I sank into her as far as possible. We held ourselves in that position and between the pulsing of her pussy and the twitching of my cock, we both came. Cindy sighed.
“It’s just so beautiful,” she said. “I love you both so much.” Donna relaxed her legs down beside me and sighed. “Are you done now?”
“Oh, no, little love,” Donna said. “We’re very much not done.” My cock twitched inside her again and she gripped me with her inner muscles. A flood of splooge squirted out around my cock. “We’re just going to roll over and keep going,” Donna said. Fortunately, we were in her huge king size bed, so we didn’t fall on the floor when we rolled over. We scooted ourselves back toward the center and Donna leaned back in her cowgirl position, rocking her hips as I caressed her boobs. Cindy sighed.
“Come here, partner,” I said, tugging at her lightly. She scooted up by my head so I could kiss her. I took one hand off Donna’s breast and put it on Cindy’s. I’m sure Donna felt my response inside. “Now all the way up and straddle my face,” I said. Cindy squealed and scrambled around to straddle me, facing Donna.
I case I haven’t mentioned it, my music partner has a very sweet pussy.
My birthday dawned without the cliché blowjob. Not that it dawned poorly. We hadn’t stayed in bed from the time we got home on. We sated ourselves and each other, then turned sociable again. Eventually, we all got to bed again and I made love to Em. We paused for a few minutes to remember our little sister who would have no more birthdays, but we comforted each other with our bodies. I guess I sleep pretty soundly because I have no idea when Em slipped out of my bed and Rachel and Livy slipped in. I woke up with my cock trapped between Livy’s buns of steel.
And she was working them. She’d squeeze and release, squeeze and release. As soon as I thrust forward a little, she opened her legs and reached through to pull me to her opening. All right. Waking up to a hot fuck with my tall, thin, and athletic girlfriend was better than a blowjob any day.
Especially when Rachel joined in from behind me and started kissing my back and caressing my chest. Rachel climbed over the two of us and lay down facing Livy so they could kiss while Rachel reached between Livy’s legs to where we were joined and added extra stimulus for both of us.
“Mmm. I love you,” Livy sighed. “Gotta go pee now.” She hopped out of bed with semen running down her thighs and went to the bathroom. By the time Livy got back from the bathroom, Desi and Brittany had shown up with coffee for all three of us and a platter of fruit.
“Donna says you have to come downstairs when you’re ready for protein, but you don’t need to hurry,” Desi said. “Happy birthday, lover.”
“Mmm. Is this the kind of treatment I get all day on my birthday?” I stupidly asked.
“Only when you aren’t rehearsing, planning your program, or visiting your parents so they can wish you happy birthday, too,” Rachel said. “Livy and I have to go spend a little time with our parents, too, but there seems to be an abundance of cute girls in this house who would be available to soothe the savage beast within you if you grabbed her hand and headed toward the nearest bedroom.”
“All proving that a birthday is just another day,” I laughed. We ate some fruit and drank our coffee, shared another long and loving kiss, and went downstairs to join the family for breakfast.
“So, the theme is broken dreams?” Remas said as we sat at the kitchen table with music charts spread out around us.
“Yes, but I don’t want it to be a downer. I want the hope theme to come through. And the demand. Give us back our dreams.”
“What if we follow the story of one inductee,” Sophie said. “Start with her being carefree and then snatched away to do service. She believes there is still hope and possibility but ends up in drudgery and hard labor. Then… I’m not sure what then.”
“That’s a common theme through a lot of literature,” Donna said. “But are you going to leave the end in doubt or is there a happily ever after?”
“We only have an hour,” Cindy whispered.
“Yeah. We’re not producing Gone with the Wind,” I laughed. “Maybe we can theme the pieces instead of making a solid story. Say the first is childhood and innocence. Then we get dread and fear of the future. We have something very lively that indicates dread turning to excitement. Even a note of jubilation. Then we dash the dreams to pieces. There is despair. There is the hardness of life and desperation. The edge of suicide. Next is the call to arms and rebellion. We find courage and determination. But that is not enough. At the brink of being defeated, there is the rush to rescue—or maybe to reinforce the rebellion. Finally, there is the dawn of the day after, a hint of the childhood innocence hiding in the shadows but a long road ahead to fulfill the dream. It’s always in doubt if we let up. The work might be just as hard as the mindless labor but the reward is the dream.”
“Wow!” Cindy said. She grabbed my face and plastered her lips against mine. “Will you make love to me now? I mean right now?”
“Calmness, hot pants,” Donna laughed. “Still, you don’t have a bad idea there. Is it your birthday that shot you full of creativity this morning, Jacob, or was it being fucked within an inch of your life for the past eighteen hours? We can’t get you a birthday more than once a year, but we could certainly put forth the effort to fuck you to death on a regular basis. That was great.”
“I’m beginning to see the pieces come together,” Remas said. “We need to listen to all these again. Can we get this on YouTube and let everyone hear? I wrote down the scenes as Jacob described them. It’s just a matter of finding the music to match them. We listen to each piece and mark what themes it would be appropriate for. Then we can winnow down the list and choose the best for that scene.”
“Donna, did we get the flipcharts we talked about for brainstorming?” I asked.
“Yes. Let me get them out and we’ll make a chart for each of the themes so we can itemize the cuts under them.”
“I need another cup of coffee,” Sophie said. “Anyone else?”
We got ourselves set up and poured fresh coffee as we listened to the first cut on a YouTube album of Sergio Leone Greatest Western Music of All time.
“Wait,” Cindy said. “This needs another theme. You don’t have a love theme in the music. The dream has to include love. Is there anything like that in any of this music?”
“Brilliant, Piper. I think there’s that theme from Once Upon a Time in the West where Jill is portrayed. But remember, listen to the music and don’t try to imagine the movie scene. We are picking music for our own story, not for one of the movies,” I said.
I probably blew it. No. I definitely blew it. Cindy had slammed her mouth against mine, rammed her tongue halfway down my throat, and asked me to make love to her. Right now. Instead, we worked for two hours selecting music for our program. Then Em and I had to go to our parents’ house for my birthday lunch. By the time we got back to the farm, Cindy had gone home. I could just close my eyes and smell and taste that sweet pussy. Crap!
That didn’t mean my day was shot. When we’d wound down our general celebration and all realized tomorrow was a school day, Rachel and I went to bed. With no one else. She had to return to DC in the morning and we both wanted… needed this time with each other. I knew both Livy and Remas would be featured attractions in my bed this week as they’d both have to leave by the weekend for their stations. I held my precious girl in my arms and we whispered our own dreams to each other as we quietly made love late into the night.
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