Double Team
Chapter 221
“Just memories, that fade and can never be refreshed. Fade away, until they can’t remember what people look like…”
—Ryan Sylander, Shutter Release
A FEW DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS, I got a nice surprise. The doorbell rang and when I looked to see who was there, Dana smiled back at me. I welcomed her with open arms and a big kiss. As is often the case when the doorbell rings, there were half a dozen wives behind me, ready to greet guests or repel invaders. They quickly decided Dana was a guest and she got passed from lips to lips for a warm greeting.
“Wow! I love visiting here. I get my quota of warm fuzzies for the next month!” Dana laughed. She went back for a second kiss from Rachel. By the time she was finished, the rest of the wives had returned to their normal state of undress. “Um… before I parade around naked, I could really use a shower,” she said. “November was full of pretty brutal training. Thankfully no disasters, but we know what to do if a terrorist sets off a bomb in a crowded building.”
“God forbid!” Rachel said. “Can I help get you clean, or do you need the immediate loving hands of our man?”
“Oh, Rachel, you are so understanding and kind. I do want Jacob, but I’d like to be clean first. Would you help me?” Dana asked. Rachel ran her fingers through Dana’s thick hair.
“Let’s go to bath four. It has the largest array of girlie products and it looks like you could use some tender loving care.” Rachel led Dana upstairs to one of the baths on the second floor. I lost track of how they numbered them. I knew the basement bath was just a stall for a stool and three shower heads for use with the hot tub, the main floor three-quarter bath, and the master bath, which was big enough for the whole family to gather in. The four baths on the second floor were pretty much the exclusive province of the ladies unless I’d spent the night with one or more.
Nonetheless, Cindy and I went back to practicing our Christmas program. We were doing a very traditional set of Christmas carols as the program for a benefit for the creche system of the National Service. All National Service occupations were supposed to be self-supporting but several sought outside funding. With Francine in the creche service, I was all too happy to give up my Christmas Eve so some very rich people could attend a very expensive dinner and listen to my music and then go home feeling like they’d just given a stable to the baby Jesus.
Don’t mind my cynicism.
There was a feather-light touch on my shoulders and a kiss on my ear. I looked up to find Dana standing beside me as naked as all my wives. Cindy took my guitar from me and set it in the rack as I wrapped an arm around Dana’s waist and drew her into my lap. What a luscious hardbody. The only person in our pod who could match Dana’s conditioning was Livy. And Dana had far more upper body strength. A rule of SSR was that any member could lift the weight of any other member and carry him out of danger. That was probably one of the reasons the guys in SSR weren’t huge, either. Not only were they able to carry any of the others, they weren’t too big to be carried.
“Can I have a little kiss, too?” Cindy said. “You are so beautiful, Dana.”
“Says the most delectable bit of eye candy I’ve seen in months,” Dana laughed as she folded my Piper into her arms and kissed her. In the process of doing that, she ground against my stiffening cock with her delightful derriere.
“I’ll be around if you are available later,” Cindy whispered. That was at least two of my wives who had explicitly invited Dana to make love. From as mellow as Dana was now acting compared to her look of exhaustion when she arrived, I’d bet her bath treatment had included significantly more than shampooing her thick hair. Cindy stroked down Dana’s chest and stomach before she pulled herself away and left the practice room.
“I did call before I just stopped in to ravish your wives,” Dana giggled, putting her arms around my neck for another kiss. “And you.”
“Are you in town for the holiday?” I asked.
“Maybe more. We’ve got a new base twenty miles from here, just outside Andrews Air Force Base. Our threat assessment team has determined that until spring thaws and tornado season, our greatest threats are manmade and most likely to occur on the East Coast.”
“You have a threat assessment team now?”
“Yes. We’re getting very skilled. I understand the service is currently recruiting for another team. The country is just too big for one team to cover successfully from any one location. It’s likely Derek and Lance will be tapped to lead the new teams.”
“Who will lead yours?” I asked.
“Hmm.” She polished her fingernails against her left breast—something that did nothing for her nails, but definitely brought my attention to her plump nipple.
“You? Congratulations!”
“Well, it remains to be seen if they can recruit enough people who meet the profile for two more teams,” she said, modestly. “But we plan to train them the same way we were trained.”
“Brutal.”
“Yeah, it was. But it was effective. We learned to depend on each other. There were no weak links in our chain.”
“Except me.”
“You weren’t a weak link. If we’d known what you were supposed to do, we’d have gotten behind you and made sure you got to where you were supposed to be. You made the best of a bad situation and truly became part of the team. It must have been difficult for you to leave.”
“Yes. Though having twelve wives waiting for me to come home made it a little easier. I’m sorry, Dana.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for hating you. Even when we made love that last week after I found out what the plan was, I thought you were in on it. I hated you for it.”
“I’d have been as upset as you if the boss had used me to discredit you. That’s the downside to the training program. The team has absolute dependence on the boss.”
“Any leads on who he is?”
“Out of our hands. Doesn’t mean we don’t keep an eye out and do occasional computer searches, but the OCS has taken over investigation. We are supposed to focus on our mission.”
“Would that mission have anything to do with heading toward my bed?”
“Not as far as the team is concerned, but my personal goal is to have as much loving as I can get before you all take off on Christmas or I’m called out to an emergency.” I took her hand and led her up to my bedroom.
She was impressed with the mirrors on the ceiling. As perverse as it sounds in one regard, it seemed all my wives got pleasure out of watching themselves make love to me, or to each other. It was distracting at first. It pulled my attention six feet up in the air instead of being on the warm woman I was embracing. But after a little while, it became just another dimension to our love making, like the occasional use of a toy or having another partner join us.
“Are my nipples too big?”
“How could your nipples possibly be too big? They fit very nicely in my mouth.” I demonstrated by sucking on one and then the other. Dana moaned and cradled my head against her chest.
“My vulva is freshly shaved,” she whispered. “Rachel made sure it was really smooth. Want to find out?” I kissed my way down her body until I could part her legs and lower lips. I liked the full untamed bush Rachel left above the lips but it was nice not to have hair in the way where I was licking. Dana seemed to agree by the way she was moaning and wiggling. Eventually, her hands worked their way down next to my cheeks so she could spread herself open more fully. I was always amazed at how bright and shiny pink her pussy was compared to the color of her skin and even darker shade of her inner labia. It was beautiful. I licked and tasted—found the hidden bud of her clitoris and managed to send her over the edge. Training had ingrained in her the need to be silent during sex so as not to disturb our cabin mates but it didn’t lessen the whine she emitted while coming.
“I haven’t had a hard cock since that morning in your motorhome on tour. Give it to me, Jake. Give it to me hard.”
I pushed into her with one long, solid stroke, pausing only long enough for us to enjoy the feeling and accommodate each other. Then we were both ready for action and fucked vigorously for several minutes, pinching nipples, kissing, and reaching for the backdoor with our fingers before we finally came and collapsed in exhaustion.
“Nothing like my first buddy,” she sighed.
“Who’s your buddy now that Paul and I are both gone?”
“Rick was Paul’s buddy and I inherited him. Don’t get me wrong, we take care of each other. Mostly he rubs against the south end and sprays my back. He’ll finger me to a good come sometimes. We’re buddies but not fuck buddies. I think any of the guys do the same for each other. I’ve even participated in a circle jerk with them. But we all know it’s just assisted masturbation. None of us are interested in anything more. Not at all like I was with you. Still am.”
“You know I don’t do this kind of thing just for the hell of it, Dana. I care about you.”
“Yeah. That was obvious from the very first time. Thank you, Jake.”
Our Christmas Eve show was very low key. We played Christmas music while people ate and drank. We waited patiently while people talked about how important it was to support the creche corps. We played while people had dessert and coffee. I don’t think anyone there even knew who we were.
When the show was over, I accompanied Cindy and Donna to the airport and got them off to Indiana, then I went home. Emily and I made arrangements to celebrate Christmas together on the twenty-eighth. Emily was back in Indiana already. The only ones in the house were Remas and me.
We made love on Christmas Eve.
Beneath the conservative way she presents herself, Remas is a dynamo of sexual energy. And good looking. Her light brown hair, normally hidden beneath a hijab, accents her dusky skin. Her breasts are crowned with beautiful sensitive nipples that respond to the least touch and drive her crazy when sucked. She maintained Cindy’s and Rachel’s pubic grooming with the lower lips shaved smooth and the mound neatly trimmed above. I had a feeling she and Cindy did each other at least once a week. I mean shaved each other. Well, probably the other as well. Cindy had been quite taken with Remas from the moment they met.
I parted those lower lips to taste the honey myself while I cupped her buns in my hands and lifted the spicy treat to my lips. Remas opened wide for me to thrust my tongue into her and lift her to orgasm with two fingers working their way in and out of her hot tunnel. When she came the first time, it was a joy to behold. She cried to heaven and placed my name there beside God’s.
But that was nothing compared to when I opened her with the tip of my cock and began to slide inside her. I have never seen another woman with such a look of blissful abandonment when my cock plumbed her depths. Her smile was beatific. The clasp of her thighs around my waist drew me deeper into her and she milked me with her pussy muscles until I unleashed a torrent into her pussy. The cry she emitted when she arrived at her peak was almost a prayer. With Remas, sex was a religious experience.
Christmas was not. We boarded an early flight to Atlanta and her father, Acorn, picked us up at the airport. That has to be one of the biggest, most confusing airports in the world. I think it’s a mile from the E gates to the terminal and another half a mile from there to the parking ramp. But Christmas morning, everyone was in a good mood and ho-ho-ing each other. Acorn met us at the exit and we walked to his car.
“Brilliant move. Brilliant,” Acorn said. “The reform movement wasn’t enough to win the election by itself. It needed a pickup, something more to drive the vote. Bundling reform of different branches of government gave you just enough to push the envelope. You are a political strategist and so young, too. I’d like to have you come here after service to study political science and law.”
“I hope to pursue the music aspect of my career after service, sir,” I said.
“Jacob, I don’t object to that at all. I object to you calling me ‘sir.’ I’m just Acorn. You can’t call me that name and think I’m trying to put pressure on you. Your music is fantastic. Ask Remas. We didn’t pressure her to study law when it was so obvious that her love was music. It’s part of our heritage.”
“Thank you, Acorn. I don’t know what we’d do without Remas’s influence on our music. In addition to playing with us, she did a huge part of our arranging. We’d still be doing classical duets if it wasn’t for her.”
“Pressure being off, I have to ask you what inspired the move to create a political party?” Acorn said. I didn’t think he was going to let it drop that fast. “I’d like you to visit to do a guest lecture if the service will let you. It’s been seventy-five years since we had a second political party. This is momentous.”
“If you really want me to come and talk, we can put in a request to my manager,” I said. “But it was really pretty simple. The guys up in Minnesota did most of the work regarding the platform, but they were trying to put it together as a caucus in the House. It’s different in the Senate, though. They don’t have the same official recognition as a caucus in the House. And we were trying to get pro-reformists in at every level of government. They couldn’t just declare themselves to be part of an official Congressional Member Organization. Neither could candidates who weren’t already in the House. But we could declare a party and monitor anyone self-identifying as a part of it. That was the toughest part—monitoring who was a member of the party and who wasn’t. Party members can support any strange cause they want to. Some are green, some are fiscal conservatives. It makes no difference as long as they support the six planks of the party platform. They had to sign a pledge online that declared themselves a part of the Reformist Party and affirm its six planks. People don’t like to sign things like that. But enough did that we had a sweeping victory.”
“I can hardly wait to see how it unfolds over the next twenty years. The country isn’t used to party politics. There will be a long era of getting used to it.”
I didn’t respond. If I had my way, no one would get used to it.
No matter what their politics or leanings, Christmas with the Hayeks meant food and music. For three days. Of course, they’d been going for two days before we got there, so five days total. After my last visit here, I made sure to moderate my drinking carefully, too. It didn’t seem that there was any monitoring of the kids and alcohol consumption. I noted Remas had quite a few of the plum wine drinks that were available.
It became more obvious when she came to bed. Her blissful nature was overwritten by a driving, lustful, Remas I had never seen before. She was aggressive, pushing me to my back as she rode my face and sucked my cock. Then, instead of mounting me as she normally would, she got on her hands and knees, waggling her butt in the air, and demanded that I fuck her hard. That butt was inspiration enough for me to do exactly as she said. I got behind her and pounded her pussy from behind as she became more and more vocal about getting fucked. I thought it was pretty generous of her parents to let us sleep together, as some parents aren’t. But I was a little worried they might change their minds as Remas began a screaming orgasm.
I needn’t have worried, I guess. Down the hall two women and a man were howling out their own release.
On Wednesday, we flew from Atlanta to Fort Wayne. Em picked us up and took us to the farm to settle in before the two of us went to spend the evening with Mom and Dad. I was impressed with the meal Mom put on. It wasn’t even one of her standard dependable dishes. We had turkey, potatoes, gravy, vegetables, apple pie, and a few side dishes. It was delicious and I was sure to compliment Mom enthusiastically.
“Oh, dear. You know I can’t cook like this,” she said. “This came all packaged from the co-op. all I had to do was heat everything according to the directions.” We all had a good laugh about that. Well, the food was good anyway.
We exchanged gifts after we’d cleaned up the dishes. Nothing elaborate. The things were simple. I gave Mom and Dad a six CD set I’d edited together myself of Cindy and me playing. These were sometimes funny little ditties we’d come up with as we rehearsed. Sometimes pieces we planned to do in the future. It was a custom mix just for Mom and Dad. My gift for Em was just a keychain. Except, of course, it had her initial embedded in diamonds. She gave me a guitar pick. Yeah, I don’t even use a pick. But this one had been used by Dan Crary, the bluegrass flat picker who teamed up with Beppe Gambetta to do Mozart in Hell. Mom and Dad gave me a large picture book of various monuments and locations and quotes from Thomas Jefferson. It was really beautiful and touching.
Em and I stayed at Mom and Dad’s for the night, not returning to the farm until the next day. We kissed them good night and headed for the guest room in the little house that used to be Nanette’s. I kissed Em tenderly.
“I need to go take a walk,” I said. “I know it’s silly, but I need to wish Pey a Merry Christmas.”
“It’s not silly. I was over there Sunday. Don’t stay out too late, sweetheart. It’s cold out.”
I walked out the front door and down the block to where our house had once stood. Whoever bought the new place from Mom and Dad had gone all out on Christmas decorations. Every edge of the house was lined with flashing lights and a huge Santa was perched on the roof. Two years ago, Pey and I had sat in my room recording Christmas carols to send to Em in service. Mom and Dad had come in and joined us singing and wishing Em a merry Christmas. It seemed like so long ago. I could feel her sitting beside me, loving what we were doing, singing loudly enough to drown out the guitar. I could pick her up later and take her to her bedroom sound asleep. I could feel her weight in my arms but I had trouble calling up the details of her face. My little cherub sister. I missed her.
But I couldn’t remember her.
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