The Rock
13 Being a Rock
“I’VE GOT THE JEEP packed with booze and we can be in California in two days. Let’s go, Hannaburger.” He said it like she was a fast food sandwich. Shit. I had to believe this was the boyfriend. Lester Hawkins was tough but strung out on drugs. William in Kokomo looked like a Greek god with sculpted abs and arms. The guy in front of us looked like his body was built by steroids. He was sweating and his pupils were dilated so far I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes. And he had an erection poking at the front of his pants. This guy was on something.
“No!” Hannah screamed. “Make him go away! Make him go away!”
“Now don’t make me mad again, Hannaburger. Get your stupid ass up and let’s go.” God damn it, this was going to hurt. I pulled my hand out of Hannah’s and stepped between her and the ox.
“Get down on the ground and spread,” I said. “The police are on their way. You’re going to jail.”
“I don’t see any army, little shit. Get out the way or I’ll kill you.”
“You’re going to jail,” I repeated. The orderly had lit out for the lobby as soon as the guy spoke, but I knew the police weren’t going to get here in time. The nurse was trying to pull Hannah’s chair back. I sank into the ground with my feet and became a rock.
His first blow hit me low in the ribs. God damn, it hurt! But I didn’t move.
“Get down on the ground,” I repeated.
“Tough little shit.” He rounded a blow to my left jaw that rattled my teeth. I braced for the blow to the right that I knew was coming and felt the skin under my eye tear. That was it.
I put all the power that Whitney had taught me to store into three quick jabs to his chest feeling the snap of his ribs beneath them.
“Don’t kill him!” Hannah screamed. Shit, Hannah. This is the asshole that beat you up. Then I saw the knife coming at my eye. There was no chance I could block it. I was water flowing around it but I felt the blade slice through my right ear as I trapped his hand against my head. I turned into him slamming my left forearm into his elbow, felt it snap and kept pulling until I felt the muscles tear in his shoulder. I powered down with my right elbow on the bridge of his nose and felt it shatter. He bellowed and the knife dropped into his other hand. I snap-kicked with all my power. His nuts exploded upon contact with my foot. He pitched forward, still swinging at me with the knife.
“Freeze!” a man’s voice yelled running up behind me. I fell back, hitting the ground at Hannah’s feet. I watched in slow motion as her pointy red boot slammed into the beast’s ear. The cop pounced on Tommy, struggling for his cuffs. The one-time boyfriend swung his knife at the cop, which earned him a jolt with a Taser from the lady cop that lasted until he was unconscious. His hands were pulled behind his back and cuffed without caring about the broken arm. The male cop grabbed for Tommy’s belt and ripped it off, hogtying his feet in rodeo fashion.
Two EMTs were running toward us with a gurney and started for the downed man.
“Not this one,” the lady cop said. “Tend the guy who’s hurt.” She pointed at me. “We’ll call an ambulance for this one—from the other side of town.”
Blood was running down my face and shoulder. Hannah was crying beside me, holding my face to try to stop the bleeding. The EMTs put a pressure pad against my ear and slid a backboard under me.
“Ahhhgg!” I cried out as they shifted me. I couldn’t help it. My side hurt and grabbing the other side of my face made my jaw hurt, too.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Hannah cried as she sat back in her wheelchair and the nurse was wheeling it back into the hospital right beside my gurney. That’s when I lost track of what was happening and finally passed out.
“Merry Christmas,” a voice whispered beside me. “I’m so sorry, Brian. I’m so sorry.”
I knew instinctively that it was four-thirty in the morning. I wondered how Hannah managed to stay with me. I rolled my head and saw her lying in the bed to my left. Thank God. I don’t think I could have stood the pain if I’d rolled to my right. The whole side of my head was on fire.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” I whispered back. My voice was shaky.
“You’re in pain. I’ll call the nurse.” She pressed the button and a nurse came through the door almost instantly. She started for Hannah, but she pointed to me.
“Oh. Awake, are we? I bet you’re hurting.” She fussed with my IV bag and took my pulse. “I’ll be right back with a fresh bag. We needed to let you wake up before we put you out again.”
“Do I have to be knocked out to get pain relief?”
“If you can stand it for a few minutes, I’ll call the doctor.”
“I can stand it. I’m a rock.” The nurse left and I took a deep breath that reminded me my ribs hurt, too. I let it out slowly.
“Why did you let him hit you?” Hannah asked. “You didn’t have to let him hit you.”
“Yes. I did, honey. It had to be self-defense,” I croaked. “And I had to share the pain.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No, beloved. I do not hate you. I will always love you.”
The nurse and the doctor on duty came into the room and our little moment of special time together was over. They fussed about dosage for my painkiller and I ended up going back to sleep before they’d figured it out.
“I thought after the gang thing in eighth grade, you weren’t going to do this anymore,” Mom said. I was awake and aside from local pain in my face and side, I was fine and ready to go home. It turned out that they were giving Hannah and me the same painkillers now, a little cocktail of Vicodin and Vioxx. It came with a warning not to sign contracts. Oh well.
“Um, wasn’t my choice?” I suggested hopefully. Fortunately, Mom laughed.
“Well, if you can stand by yourself and put your pants on, we can get you out of here,” Dad said. “Both of you. Although you, young lady, don’t need to stand on your own. We’ll help you.”
Two wheelchairs stood at the ready by our beds.
“Do I really need to ride in a wheelchair?” I asked.
“Hospital policy,” our nurse said. It was the nurse who had helped us out last night and had witnessed Hannah’s signature. “Besides, I seldom get the chance to help an actual hero.”
“Oh, please. Don’t start that.”
The police had been in to ask for a statement earlier and had bandied about the word ‘hero.’ Then they’d asked what dojo I’d studied martial arts at and what my belt rating was.
“Don’t have a belt, except to keep my pants up,” I said, borrowing a line from The Karate Kid. “I just had to defend myself and my girlfriend.”
“I thought her sister was your girlfriend.”
“Yeah. That, too.”
“Well, you did a good job of it. That guy was stoked on Meth. Must have been living on it ever since the first incident. His arm still hasn’t been set because they can’t knock him out to release the cuff on that side. Even at the county hospital where we took him, the doctors won’t work on a whack case unless they can knock him out completely. He’s probably going to lose his balls as a result, too. It took them a while to discover they were sort of… ruptured. Three broken ribs. Broken arm. Broken nose. Broken balls. Oh, the broken eardrum was a nice touch,” she said glancing over at Hannah. “You could have saved us a lot of money and paperwork, though, if you’d finished him off.”
“I didn’t want to deprive him of the opportunity to be someone’s prison bitch for the next twenty years,” I said. The cop grinned.
“There is that. Ugly, misshapen face. One arm that doesn’t fully work. No balls. He’s a prime candidate.”
We didn’t just pack up and leave. Mom and Dad stayed at a motel. Hannah and I went to her parents’ house. We didn’t sleep together. None of us did. Both Hannah and I were too sore to be touched accidentally in the night. Sarah—bless her heart—tucked each of us in bed and insisted that she would be the night nurse.
It was a little strained with the Gordons. Of course, he’d had to preach a Christmas sermon in the morning and then come home to find most of his daughters’ belongings packed. Sarah had decided to move the rest of her things up north as well and had promised to come and visit her sister every month. There were a few gifts exchanged—none for me, of course. No one expected me to be there. I had just one gift for Hannah and loosely tied my red belt around her waist.
“Welcome to Casa del Fuego,” I said as I kissed her cheek.
Monday at noon, three more cars arrived to help with moving and greeting. The clan couldn’t come on Christmas day, but our entire casa arrived the day after. Rose, Liz, Whitney, Elaine and Sora came in Elaine’s car. I was happy to see that Josh drove Cassie, Nikki, and Mary. Jennifer, Courtney, and Samantha had come down Christmas night with Anna, but didn’t get to see us until the next day. Jennifer had been with her father on Christmas Day and Courtney, of course, had been with Bill and Crystal. Anna picked up Samantha and then stopped for the other two girls on the way.
“I just want to hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you,” Sam said when she faced Hannah. “And I want to yell at you and hit you and scream ‘don’t you ever leave us again.’ But I won’t do any of that. I know you hurt and all I can say is that I do love you and we all want you back with us.” We got everything loaded and Sarah drove my car. Hannah and I sat in the front seat next to her for a while and dozed. Then we stopped and moved her to the bed in back where she slept most of the way back north. The rest of the cars were a long, triumphal caravan.
Nothing is as easy as it is. I think that’s one of Murphy’s many laws. Certainly, the transition to having Hannah living with us and back as part of our group wasn’t easy on any of us. I wanted—we all wanted—everything to be like it used to be. But it wasn’t.
Hannah had terrible nightmares the first week we were back. I can’t blame her. I had a few myself. The drug cocktail worked wonders for the pain but did weird things to my head. I only used the painkillers at night and just suffered with the side pain and the itching, burning pain in my face and ear the rest of the time. I had a bunch of stitches in my face and my ear. The bastard managed to crack one of my lower ribs. I had to go to the dentist and make sure my teeth were stable.
All of Hannah’s records were transferred up to Memorial Hospital to her former doctor. She was nice but wanted to see Hannah every week. She was worried about something and I had a feeling I hadn’t been told everything about her injuries.
I came out of a sound sleep when I heard her scream. In spite of the pain, I was down the stairs and in the hall trying to figure out why no one else was rushing to her aid. Could I be the only one who heard it?
I opened her bedroom door and she was lying next to Sarah with her eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Sarah was sound asleep. No one could have slept through what I heard. Or had I heard anything? She didn’t turn to look at me. When I touched her hand, though, she gripped it so hard I almost cried out in pain. She held it like that until her eyes closed and her breathing evened out. She went back into deeper sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to bed. My alarm clock said four-thirty.
“I was a rock,” I said to Whitney. She’d finally demanded an exact accounting of every blow. She wanted to know why I’d been hurt.
“Show me,” she said. I assumed the anchored stance I’d had when I placed myself in front of Hannah. “First blow?”
“He hit me with his left. Low on my right side.” I could still feel the impact. I flinched.
“Focus! You are a rock. He hit your ribs and cracked one. Why didn’t you kill him then?” she demanded.
“I couldn’t, Whitney. You don’t understand…”
“Second blow?”
“A right to the jaw.” I pointed at the spot.
“And you didn’t kill him.” I shook my head. “Third blow?”
“My right eye. It’s kind of a mess. They’re never going to want me back on television.”
“And then you killed him?”
“I intended to. I wanted him to know every bit of pain he’d put Hannah through first. I used three sharp jabs to his ribs.”
“With a twist?” I nodded. “Then how did you get cut?”
“He was on meth, the cops said. He didn’t go down.”
“You could have killed him.”
“Hannah screamed not to. That’s what I thought, anyway. Maybe she was screaming for him not to kill me. The next thing I knew a knife was headed toward my eye. I didn’t have time to block it. I just flowed around it,” I said. “He got me, anyway.”
“Like water. Like Coach was getting you to do on the court,” she whispered. I nodded again. “And you still didn’t kill him.” She sounded so disappointed in me.
“I trapped his arm against my head and spun into it. I broke the elbow and kept pulling until I could reach his face with my elbow. I shattered the bridge of his nose. It was like he couldn’t feel pain. He dropped the knife into his left hand and I snap-kicked him in the balls. He hit the pavement and I fell back. Hannah kicked him in the head,” I said. That was it. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore.
Whitney flashed out with her left and stopped a fraction of an inch from my side. It was all I could do not to cry out. She drove toward my left jaw, again stopping short. As she brought her left across toward my eye, I knew what she wanted. I stepped into her and made three quick jabs at her ribs, stopping short of touching her. Her hand came at my face like the knife I’d seen just a few nights ago. I grabbed her hand as it passed my face and spun into the arm then snapped my elbow down to stop a fraction before her face. I jumped back and kicked at her crotch.
Then I cried.
Whitney supported me gently as I drifted toward the ground.
“Don’t make me a monster, Whitney. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him like I… I wanted to hurt him.” I couldn’t say the words. I wanted to hurt him like I hurt Lester Hawkins. I wanted to kill him with every blow I delivered like I killed Lester Hawkins.
“You did well, Brian,” she whispered as she held me and rocked me back and forth as we knelt in the snow. “You need to let it go now. I’m here. I love you. You brought our girlfriend home. You are a good man, Brian. You are a good man.”
Was I? All I wanted to do was kill him.
I didn’t have any overnight guests before school started on the third. Rose coordinated visits by all our hearthmates. Food magically showed up for us. Even Nikki managed to engage Hannah for a few minutes. Sarah took care of her and helped her bathe.
Jennifer and Courtney were with us every day. We went to the barn to brush horses with Samantha. It was hard for me to reach up on Jingo’s back and I found myself spending most of my time just hugging the big horse. Just feeling his big powerful and gentle muscles beneath my hand. Just begging the nightmares to stop.
It was New Year’s Eve that I began to see the bigger problem. We planned on a sleepover. Everyone arrived, we had plenty of food. We sat and talked and then headed up to my room. I think the girls were all planning to get naked as usual, but somehow having Hannah in the room slowed everyone up. I pretty much knew what it was. I went to the center drawer of my desk and pulled out our clan charter and a pen. I brought them to Hannah.
“We saved a spot on the charter for your signature,” I said pointing at it. “Everyone has always thought of you as part of our clan and wanted yours to be the last charter signature.” Hannah looked at it.
“But, I dropped out of the group. I’m not part anymore. I did terrible things against the agreement. I can’t sign this.” We all looked at each other. This was not how we imagined our reunion to be. I went to my desk and got my copy of the agreement.
“Your name is still on my copy of the agreement,” I said. “How about the rest of you? Everyone except Mary and Nikki, of course, had a signed copy with everyone’s name, including Hannah’s.
“Are you saying that we can’t drop out of the group unless everyone agrees?” Hannah asked. “That’s a little contrary to what we wrote into it in the first place.”
“Honey, that’s not what we mean,” I said carefully. “We knew you were under duress when you scratched your name from the agreement. We wanted you to know that we still held you in our hearts.”
“Well, that’s not how it works,” she said firmly. “I can’t sign this. And as much as I will always treasure the gift of your belt, I can’t be part of your casa, either. I… I haven’t earned that right. Thank you, but… I think I’ll go to bed now.” She left my room and went downstairs to her own.
“That didn’t go like we planned,” Samantha said. She had tears in her eyes. “What does she have to do to earn the right?”
“That is one fucked up chick,” Nikki said succinctly. “I think I’d better be going home now. Thanks for the lovely party, hearthmates.” She came over and kissed me on the cheek, looked at me, and shook her head. “Good luck.”
“I think I’d better go, too,” Mary said.
“Yeah. It’s getting late and we don’t want to be out driving when the crazies hit the road,” Sora said. “Classes don’t start in Bloomington till the fifteenth, so I’ll stop by this week for a while.” There was general scuffling. Liz kissed me and ran off to catch up with Nikki.
“Maybe this is an opportunity for me to score some points with my parents and not stay over all night,” Cassie said. “See you at school Tuesday.” And so they went. In a few minutes, only my other cónyuge were left—Rose, Whitney, Samantha, Jennifer, Courtney, and Elaine. Sarah had gone downstairs to join her sister. The seven of us sat on the floor together and Rose put her arm around me. I winced slightly as she hugged me.
“You aren’t in very good condition yet,” she sighed. “I think we should all go.” I started to protest but Whitney kissed me to shut me up.
“I wanted my New Year’s kiss before I go,” she said. Each of the girls felt the same way and we shared deep, intense kisses.
“If you’d like a New Year’s orgasm tonight, you know where we sleep,” Courtney said. “I love you, Brian.”
Rose held my hand until the last of the girls had gone downstairs. Then she turned to kiss me deeply. She pushed me back to the bed.
“It’s only eleven. If you can stand it, I’d like a New Year’s orgasm before I go. I’d love it if you filled me with your come.”
“I’m a little sore,” I started.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” she said. She undressed me and I laid back as she slowly but casually stripped off her own clothes. “Just lie back and let me do all the work,” she whispered. The work she referred to included massaging my legs, which she knew didn’t hurt. Then she dragged her delicious bosom up and down my entire body, just close enough to feel the points of her nipples as they tracked their way across my skin. She wrapped my cock in her breasts and slid up and down it a few times, using our own perspiration and my pre-come to slick the way. I moaned as she licked me on the down-stroke. Then she mounted me. As she sank onto my cock she sighed and her eyes drifted closed. For a long moment, we lay still with her pussy pulsing around my fully buried dick. She rose and fell. Rose and fell. My Rose rose… and fell. Her pace quickened and I found myself thrusting to meet her, pain in my ribs be damned. Rose was just entirely too sweet and beautiful not to lose myself in her fully and I did. When I came, Rose did, too. It was quiet but intense for both of us. She supported her own weight as she leaned forward to kiss me, careful not to put pressure on my ribs. I hadn’t told anyone my jaw hurt when we kissed. I didn’t care.
“I love you, Rose,” I said. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, my cónyuge. Don’t fret that your other hearthmates felt they needed to give you space. We do. I was just too greedy to leave without having what I came for. Now, you need to clean yourself up and go down to sit with Hannah to ring the New Year in. Remember, it’s important that you are looking at her at the stroke of midnight to ensure she is still here with us at the end of the year.” I kissed Rose again and went into the bathroom to wash up. She left while I washed. I put my pajama bottoms and a T-shirt on and went down stairs.
I knocked softly and pushed Hannah’s door open.
“May I come in for a few minutes, Hannah?” I asked.
“Yes.” I found Sarah lying in bed next to her sister. They were close, but not quite touching. I knew from my own body how sore Hannah must still be. The doctor had removed the packing in her nose so she could breathe more easily, but it was still very tender. I sat on the edge of the bed facing her.
“I’m sorry I rushed you,” I whispered. “I knew better and I won’t do it again.”
“I didn’t mean to spoil your party.”
“Everybody was pretty tired. It was an exhausting week. I’m glad at least Sarah was still here with you,” I said.
“She said I had to do more than scratch my name off to stop being her sister,” Hannah smiled. “God knows, I tried hard enough to push you all away. The only ones I succeeded with were my parents.”
“And one day you’ll turn and see that they are still with you, too, honey.”
“Why did you come to see me?” she asked. Sarah was softly petting her hair, just looking at her sister lovingly.
“Oh. Well, look at the time. It’s… midnight. It’s a good omen to be with the one you love when the New Year turns. May I have a New Year’s kiss?”
“I… I guess so.” I bent and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. What I had termed ‘a kiss with promise’ when I’d first named it with Cassie. Hannah didn’t pull away and I felt her breathing speed up just a little. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Now you’d better kiss my naughty sister. She wants you, you know.”
“Just as I want her, love,” I said. I went to the other side of the bed and Sarah sat up to receive my kiss with more than promise and slightly less than passion. She pulled my hand to her breast as we kissed and I fondled her.
“I wanted to make sure she knew she was right,” Sarah whispered. “I do want you. Remember that I’ve promised to come back a weekend every month.” I smiled at her.
“Goodnight, my beauties,” I said.
“Wait, Brian,” Hannah said. “You never looked. The whole time we were in the hospital, you never looked. I know Sarah told you. Please don’t be angry with me.” She pulled her right foot out from beneath the covers and laid it on top. I had to move around beside her and look down at her feet to see it. ‘No matter what, I know he still loves me.’ “I put it so I could read it when I looked down at my feet,” she said. “I know you still love me. It’s all that kept me alive. I’ll get better. I promise.”
I kissed her again, my tears touching our lips and mingling with hers.
It was only twelve-thirty when I left Hannah’s room and I could hear low voices from Jennifer’s and Courtney’s room. I loved Hannah and wanted to do anything to get her with us, but I… we… had other girlfriends, too, and I wasn’t going to neglect them. I tapped softly on their door and a voice said, “Just a minute.” I must have caught them in a compromising position. “Okay. Come in.”
Talk about a compromising position. Three bare butts were lined up along the edge of the bed as Courtney, Jennifer, and obviously Samantha knelt in front of me. The three swayed back and forth a little in time with each other.
“Happy New Year, cónyuge,” they chorused.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet lovers,” I sighed. “This view will give me great dreams for weeks to come.”
“I hope it’s more than the view,” Sam said. “Brian, please get up here and lick and fuck us stupid.”
“Uh… aren’t you going to get together? Or something?” I asked stupidly.
“No. We’re staying in this position until you’ve done us all,” Jennifer said. “Where are you going to start?”
“Oh, pick my end,” Samantha pled. Jennifer snorted.
“I want something special, so do me last,” Courtney said.
“Court! With us in the same room?” Jen asked.
“Unless you go someplace else.”
“Oh!” Sam squealed as I bent to lick her sweet silky pussy. My tongue slid between her pussy lips and I drank deeply from her nectar. She started a quick ascent but I left her hanging as I licked up Jennifer’s pussy from behind.
“Mmm. Oh. Oh.” Jen chanted as I found her little button and flicked it a few times before moving on to Courtney.
“What? Already?” she asked as I licked her from stem to stern. I focused on the stern. There was only one kind of special treatment that Court would want and as soon as I touched her little back door she started squirming. I dropped my pants and grabbed a condom from the bedside table and approached Sam again. This time I walked up to her, positioned my cock, and pulled her hips back to slowly impale my hairless girlfriend.
“Oh, Samantha, I love to fuck you. I just love it anytime my cock or my fingers or my mouth is near your pussy.”
“Yes, Brian. Yes. I love it. I love you in me. I’m so glad you didn’t forget us. I love you!” I had a feeling the girls had been playing right up to the edge before I got there. All three were dripping when I tongued them and Sam was coming almost before I’d gotten started. It hadn’t been long since I came in Rose, so I wasn’t quite as ready as the girls seemed to be. When Sam collapsed forward, I stripped off the condom and put on a new one. I bent over Jennifer’s cute little butt and pushed into her pussy.
“Is this what you wanted, little Girl Scout?” I asked as I sank to the full depth. “When you crawled naked into my sleeping bag did you think I was going to just slide into you and be fucking you doggy-style? That was four years ago, little Girl Scout. Did you want to fuck then as much as you want to now?”
“No, Brian. I didn’t know what I wanted then. Now that I know, I want it so much more than I did then. Oh, cónyuge, make me come.” It didn’t take long until I was doing just that. I reached under her with both hands and with one on her breasts and the other diddling her clit, Jen slammed back against me, grabbing a pillow to muffle her scream. I stripped off the second condom and put on a third as I moved behind Courtney. Her asshole was already glistening with lubricant. I hadn’t come yet and was worried that she thought by going last she’d get me when my cock was a little softer and smaller.
“My beautiful Courtesan,” I whispered as I leaned over her and bit her shoulder. “What was this special treatment you wanted? Hmm? You can tell me. Just ask.” She moaned.
“Mmm. Bump? Please?”
I let my cock slide up her butt crack and touch her asshole before I retreated to slide up again.
“Bump. Bump. Bump.” Courtney intoned as her breath got shorter and shorter.
“Is that all you want, Courtesan?” I asked. “Does my little anal queen just want me to bump against her tight little opening?”
“No,” she moaned. “Bump. Bump into me.” Both Samantha and Jennifer, who had collapsed next to each other and were kissing, moaned. “Bump.” Courtney was rising to a big one and I hoped she had a pillow handy when she let go with it. I bumped her asshole again, changed my angle a little and pushed into her. I appealed to every deity known to man to give me enough stamina to be in her before I came.
Courtney’s moan mounted as I passed her sphincter muscle and she relaxed around my cock. I kept sinking into her murky depths. She’d done a good job with the lube as I fucked Samantha and Jennifer and it was a smooth trip to get my balls tight against her pussy.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes,” Courtney intoned. “It’s been so long. Oh, take me. Make me your anal slave. So full. So full. I’m… yes!” Courtney started coming as I stroked in and out of her bottom. She clenched and released and clenched again and I buried myself fully and began to spurt. Courtney buried her face in the pillow and screamed her lungs out.
“Did you really fill three condoms?” Jennifer asked. She looked at the wrappers and glanced in the waste basket where the used had been thrown. “That fast?”
“No,” I said, finally feeling Courtney relax enough that I could pull out. “I only filled this one.” I pulled it off and deposited it next to the other used condoms in the wastebasket. Courtney immediately turned around and began nursing on my softening cock. Even if I never came again, I would still want her to suck me.
“Why did you change condoms?”
“What’s the sense of using a condom if I use the same one in all three you?” I asked.
“Oh. I never thought of that,” Samantha said. “You know, one day, when we all agree we are in it for… forever, I hope we can just ditch the condoms. You can’t imagine how I want to feel your hot come splashing in my pussy.”
“While we’re all still sorting things out, it’s best this way.” I really sympathized with Samantha. I wanted my naked cock in her bare pussy.
“Happy New Year, lovers,” I whispered. “Now, I know you were all three into something when I got here. You can go back to your regularly scheduled programming.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Hannah asked softly behind me. It was four-thirty and I was getting out the ingredients for bread. I’d just been whispering in my head to her.
“Good morning, Precious,” I said. “I was just thinking that I’d make big sticky cinnamon rolls for breakfast. What do you think?”
“Yummy. What can I do?”
“Can you sift flour? If it is too much strain on your ribs or awkward with your arm, it’s okay.”
“It’s hard to measure, but if you put the ingredients in, I can work the sifter one-handed.” I put the sifter in the big mixing bowl and put six cups of flour in it. She started squeezing the handle that broke up the lumps and forced the powder through the sieve. “What were you saying to me when I came in?”
“What?”
“I know you talk to me every morning. It’s like being tickled in my head. But all I can get are feelings. I almost never hear the words. What were you saying?” Almost?
“Oh. Well. Um… sometimes when I’m talking to you in my head, I tell you about funny things or embarrassing things that happened. A lot of times, things that I’d never tell a…” Shit! I almost said ‘a real person.’ “… anyone out loud.”
“Oh. Were you telling me about having sex last night?”
“Well… um… yeah, kind of.”
“You can tell me. It sounded like you were all having fun.”
“You could hear us?”
“Sarah almost ran in to join you. She was so turned on it was smelly.”
“When I walked in, they were all three on their knees with their bottoms in the air waiting for me.”
“What if their mom had walked in?” Hannah exclaimed laughing. “That would have to be hard to explain.”
“I don’t know. Anna’s pretty cool. Did you know…? Well, I told you in my head, but summer before last, it was really hot and I came downstairs before my morning run to get a drink of water. I hadn’t dressed yet. It seems like sometimes I have a hard time remembering to put clothes on. Anyway, I practically ran into Anna in the kitchen. She was stark naked, too.”
“Did she run away?” Hannah asked.
“No. She just stood there and stared at me. Then she said to get used to it because it was going to be a long hot summer,” I said. “Thing is, she’s just about as pretty as Jennifer.”
“That’s so funny, Brian. I like it when you talk to me in the morning. Um… maybe we could… you could… would it be okay if you actually talked to me like we are now instead of just in your head? I really like it. And I promise not to say anything and not to repeat anything. I’ll just be here and listen quietly while you talk. Can we do that?”
“Hannah, I talk to you every morning. Granted, sometimes I’m not out of bed yet so you might have trouble hearing me, but I’ll still talk to you. And if you talked back to me that would just make it better.”
“Brian?”
“Yes, love?”
“You should go into the bedroom and make love to Sarah. Unlike Sora and Elaine, she has to leave for school this afternoon.”
“Really, Hannah? You want me to go make love to your sister?”
“I don’t want to be the reason you stop loving any of your girlfriends,” Hannah said. “And please, don’t let Sarah change the sheets after. I want to be able to smell her when I go to sleep tonight.”
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