The Rock
17 Slaying the Dragon
“HANNAH,” I squeaked as I turned to look at her. “You can’t say things like that. I can’t…”
She stomped her feet into her boots and stormed out the back door. Shit! I couldn’t have Hannah saying things like that. I left the bread in the bowl and grabbed my boots.
She was already in Silk’s stall when I got to the barn. I didn’t bother with either Rika or Jingo. I went into the same stall and put my hands on her shoulders. She stiffened.
“Hannah. Honey. You can’t say things like that. I won’t ever say that. I can’t. I won’t. The police submitted their report,” I stumbled along. She shrugged my hands off her shoulders and turned to face me.
“No, you can’t,” she said softly. “Even if I know it. And Josh knows it. And everyone in your casa knows it. And everyone in your clan knows it. And even your family knows it. Even though every single one of them think you are a hero for it, including me. You can’t admit to killing the worthless fucking son of a bitch that raped and murdered our girlfriend. Choked on his own dick? How ironic. Just like Tommy Westerling has three broken ribs, a broken nose, and a broken arm. How similar to what he did to me. It wasn’t irony. You caught that bastard masturbating on our girlfriend’s grave. You knocked him out. The police report said he probably didn’t even know he was choking to death because he was already unconscious. It makes no difference. Even though he was a monster—a murderer—the worst kind of scum the world has ever known. Even though you can’t ever admit to killing him, you still feel guilty.”
It was like she was whipping me. I wanted to reach out and slap her—make her stop. I slammed my hands into my pockets and backed against the wall of the stall. I couldn’t take it.
“Why wouldn’t I feel guilty?” I cried. “I’m no better than him. I was going to make him confess. And then I saw him and I got so angry. I became him. A murderer. Have you got that Hannah? I’m a murderer. Yes, he deserved to die. Yes, he was a monster. But just maybe, if there is such a thing as God, he’d already taken care of it. He was already dying of an overdose. What right did I have speeding things up? What do you want, Hannah?” I’d sunk to my knees on the piss and manure coated straw. I was done for. I’d go to jail.
“Look at me, Brian!” she snapped. I raised my eyes. I could see only torture and torment. “I killed our baby! You’re a hero. You brought God’s vengeance home on one who deserved to suffer. I took all my pills and tried to kill myself and all I succeeded in doing was killing our baby.” Tears were running from her eyes and she had her fists clenched as she leaned against Silk for support.
“That’s different, Hannah. It wasn’t even a viable life. You were alone and frightened.”
“Damned right it’s different!” she shouted. “Don’t give me all the crap about viability and only ten weeks and not a crime. I’ve heard it all from Dr. McCall. I wasn’t raped. I wasn’t drugged or forced. I murdered the fruit of our love. I aborted a little piece of us. That little fetus was our son or daughter. He wasn’t a rapist or a murderer. He wasn’t a monster. He didn’t deserve to die. I thought I was being brave and doing what was necessary to protect and save the ones I loved. I was a coward. How can you feel guilty about killing that animal and not understand what a terrible person I am? I left our group. I broke up with all the people I loved. I let Tommy Westerling… use me any way he wanted… because I deserved it.”
“No. You didn’t deserve it. You were only sixteen.”
“That’s not all.”
“No. Please.”
“The day he beat me up, I was coming here. I was running away to come back to you. You sent me the invitation. And that was the day… the day… I found out I was pregnant again.” Oh fucking hell! NO! “I thought now I could come back and it would be like I never left and we’d have our child. And he beat it out of me! God wouldn’t let me have what I killed.”
“Hannah, please,” I whispered. “It doesn’t make a difference.”
“It does. You only knew about the ribs and the arm and the nose. You didn’t know. Not only will Tommy never have children because you crushed his balls. I’ll never have children because he crushed my ovaries. I’ll never be able to bear your children, Brian. I’m damaged goods. I deserved it all. I deserved to be punished.”
Hannah was on her knees now, facing me. Silk shifted to see what was happening. God, just let me die. I can’t stand any more.
“And you want to forgive me,” Hannah rasped. “You want me to be the way I was. I can’t be. You want me to be happy. I’m not. Now you know. You don’t have to pretend to love me anymore.”
Pretend? How could she think that? Even now I loved her.
“You want to be punished?” I demanded. “You think you can ever be punished enough for what you did? Fine. I’ll punish you. God damn it, Hannah! Every night when you go to bed—every morning when you wake up—you look at your foot. You put those words there. I want you to read them every day for the rest of your life and know that I still love you. And when you go to sleep at night, do it knowing that in the morning I’ll still love you. And no matter what you do or whatever happens, I’m still going to love you. It’s not you you’re punishing. I understand now. It’s me you’re punishing. It’s Samantha you’re punishing. Every minute you spend wallowing in your guilt you spend punishing us.”
“I’m not!”
“You are! You did what you did to protect me. You did what you knew I’d do to protect you. You know what I did. So now you’re punishing me for it. Fine. Look at your foot. No matter what, I still love you. That’s your punishment.”
She wailed. The sound was so heartrending I collapsed forward and she pitched toward me. I barely caught her and she sobbed against me.
“How can I take it? How can I take so much love? Brian, I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. Please, don’t just forgive me. Help me. Help me live because so much love might kill me. I don’t want to die anymore. I want to live. I want to love.”
It was a long way from over. Even if we called it a breakthrough, I knew it was just a step. It’s easy to slay a dragon. It’s harder to wake up in the morning and face yourself in the mirror. But life, in the form of school, work, basketball, college, homework, cooking, horses—life just doesn’t give you time to sit and lick your wounds.
Winter break came a week before the season ended. Everybody grumbled about having to come back to practice for our last games of the season during the break and that no one would attend it anyway. Nonetheless, we played Friday night after school let out for the break and would play again Friday night before school started up again. Coach had mercy and told us we wouldn’t practice until Wednesday.
Anna stepped in to make sure we didn’t get any more break than we had to. Jen, Court, and I had already planned to cut classes at IU Monday and Tuesday. We’d get spring break there in March. But Anna had managed to empty her house of almost everything. She’d sold the furniture and brought anything that we could use to our place. She was ready to put it on the market except that the whole thing needed to be painted. Guess who got drafted. Not just the girls and me, but the whole casa.
“You always want an excuse to spend time together and there is a big empty house where you can run around naked all day if you want. But every room needs a fresh coat of paint. All the trim needs to be painted. The whole house needs to be cleaned spotless for the stager to come in. Help me with this and I promise you will be rewarded,” she said. “I’m not going to say how, but you will like it.”
Everyone brought their stuff to my house Friday night after the game and Saturday morning we left for Kokomo. I had enough episodes of ‘Young Cooking’ in the can that we were only recording next Saturday during the break and then not slated to record again until after Hoosier Hysteria. I’d made that a requirement. We had a basketball team that could go all the way and that meant games every Saturday in March. We had no idea what the cryptic ‘You will be rewarded’ comment was all about, but there was a certain appeal to the idea of running around naked for four days.
Of course, that wouldn’t happen on Saturday. Anna came with us, gave us the key to the house. Walked through the whole house with the twelve of us, pointing out what needed to be done. Then she took four of us to Menards and we bought gallons and gallons of paint—all the same off-white they called eggshell—cleaning supplies, paint brushes and rollers, tarps, and two step ladders. And rolls and rolls of tape. By noon we had our supplies, our first order of pizza, and were ready to start covering, taping, and painting.
Anna stayed through the afternoon and then disappeared after she’d ordered us Chinese take-out for dinner. Our first priority had been to paint and thoroughly clean the living room. It was the biggest room in the house and after dinner we hauled the foam mattresses out of the car and spread them out. Sleeping bags and blankets came next along with everyone’s overnight bag.
“I need a shower,” Rose announced. She started stripping off her clothes as she headed for the main bath.
“I’m with you,” Liz said. Her bare freckled butt was soon following Rose to the bathroom.
“Is it okay to use the master bath?” Nikki asked. Her clothes were mostly in a pile at her feet and I saw that the general move to strip was well underway in the room.
“Only if you shower with the master,” Courtney laughed.
“Oh. That’s okay. Brian, will you come and shower with me, master?”
“I’ll shower with you, Nikki, but none of this ‘master’ stuff, okay?”
“Oh pooh, Brian. You chemists have no sense of humor,” Mary laughed.
“We do, too,” I said.
“I don’t think you’ve ever even told a joke,” Samantha laughed.
“Okay. How’s this? Two chemists walk into a bar. The first chemist says, ‘I’ll have H2O.’ The second chemist says, ‘Yeah. I’ll have H2O, too.’ The second chemist dies.” They all looked at me blankly.
“Huh?” Jennifer finally said.
“You see? You guys just have no sense of humor,” I said. I headed for the shower to join Nikki.
We didn’t really fool around much. Well, no more than two naked people in a shower… Well, we didn’t fuck. Nikki came on my hand while I was sucking her nipples under the flow. Loudly.
“I’ll have what she had, please,” Jen said from the doorway to the shower. Nikki stepped out a little wobbly. Jen and Court pushed their way in. I sure hoped we didn’t run out of hot water.
Giving Jen what Nikki had involved me getting on my knees and looking up past her pussy while I tongued her clit. No sooner was that done than Courtney took her place and Jen held her up by the boobs as she nearly collapsed on my face. The two girls got out of the shower and I finally got a chance to wash the paint out of my hair.
“Will you wash my hair?” Hannah asked. “Like you used to?” I was a little embarrassed to have Hannah get in the shower with me. After Nikki, Jen, and Courtney, I was sporting a rock-hard erection that I’d intended to relieve before I got out of the shower. But I welcomed her and she didn’t seem to mind bumping into me.
“It looks like you haven’t been in your professional caretaker mode while you were washing the other girls,” Hannah giggled. I massaged the shampoo into her hair and she kept bumping into my cock. Accidentally, of course. I kept trying to move back out of the way, but she kept shifting and making contact.
“I’m afraid I’m not being very professional about this shower with you, either,” I said as she rinsed her hair.
“You don’t have to be professional. Will you, wash me. You know?” She hesitated, looking into my eyes. “I really… want to feel you touching me. Please?”
I couldn’t pass up a request like that. I soaped her with my hands, gently rubbing her breasts and progressing down across her tummy and her back to wash her pubes and her ass. I felt her hand grip my cock and almost jumped out of the shower. But it was her move.
“That feels nice, Hannah,” I said. “If you do that, though, I’m not going to be able to hold back.” I rubbed across her mound and dipped a little lower. I went slowly to give her a chance to back away. She didn’t.
“I used to tell you all the time that I didn’t mind if you went ahead,” she said, leaning against me as we stroked each other. “Now I really want you to go ahead. I like the way it feels when you touch me, but it… I don’t think I can have an orgasm.”
Well, that simple statement made me determined to prove her wrong, but when I increased my pressure and movement, she pushed my hand away. She didn’t stop stroking my cock, though.
“Let me help you, honey,” I said.
“Not yet. It’s not punishment, Brian. Don’t jump to conclusions. My body is almost healed, but I’m not ready for that yet. Please touch my breasts and let me kiss you.”
I moved my hand over her tummy and up to her breasts as she lifted her lips to mine. It was a tentative kiss but hopeful. As our lips parted and our tongues touched—oh God! For the first time since that Labor Day weekend two years ago—her hand stroked one more time on my cock and I erupted as she continued jacking me. I shuddered, almost too sensitive for the pressure she was using but wanting with every fiber of my being for her to not let go.
“I’m getting better, Brian. I promise, I’m getting better. I love you.”
“Hey, cutie,” I said as Samantha cuddled up next to me. “I expected you to join the parade in the shower. Where did you disappear to?”
“I’m really horny, Brian,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me, not just eat me or touch me.” I reached for her to give her what she wanted. “Wait. I have to tell you something. I should have talked to you first but you were busy.”
“What is it, Sam?”
“I jacked Josh off in the other shower.”
“Sam! What about Cassie? Don’t hurt our girlfriend.”
“I knew you’d be more concerned about that than Sam touching another boy,” Cassie said as she cuddled up next to me on the other side. “Please don’t be mad at us, Brian.”
“I’m not mad, but I’m concerned. You have something very special going with Josh, Cassie. I guess I just don’t understand,” I said. “Are you on the outs? Why are you cuddled up with me?”
“I’m cuddled up with you because my hearthmate and friend was panicked about what you would think when I asked her to take care of Josh,” Cassie said. “Brian, Josh and I are going to become lovers. I think—not yet, but eventually—we are going to get married. But I just went on birth control and I don’t really know much about pleasing a guy except what you have taught me, and that really wasn’t much, you know. I asked Sam to show me. Be fair, Brian. Josh is with all of us all the time, now. We’re naked whenever we can be. There are ten beautiful women in the room and you are in the shower making them scream. Josh gets horny, too. I didn’t know how to help, so I asked Sam to help.”
“Josh was okay with it?”
“Not at first,” Sam said. “Like you, his first question was ‘what about Brian?’ I told him this wasn’t a regular thing and we aren’t going to be compañera or even amiga. But that none of the girls were going to torture him. Cassie kissed him while I used my hand. She and Mary watched.”
“Mary, too?”
“She has the least experience in the casa, but she is curious, too,” Cassie said. “It wouldn’t surprise me if she… helps me sometimes.”
“Speaking of which, will you make love to me now, Brian?” Sam asked. Her hand found my cock and I responded pretty quickly.
“Of course I will, cutie,” I smiled. I kissed her.
“You could help me a little, too,” Cassie said. “Josh and I aren’t ready to do it together because we both know that when he puts his hand down there the first time, there’s going to be no stopping before we go all the way.” I felt her hand join Samantha’s. She was just lightly touching me and following Sam’s movements. I kissed her and my right hand moved down between us as Cassie spread her legs slightly.
“This is important,” Sam said. “Even if you and Josh are exclusive when you start, you need to know how to do this.” She held up a condom package in front of Cassie’s face.
“How do you do it?” Cassie squeaked. Samantha gave Cassie step-by-step instructions and helped her roll the condom down my rampant cock. Cassie and I had held each other naked before and had even had mutual orgasms as we rubbed against each other. But we’d only once actually put our hands on each other’s privates. Feeling her holding me erect while Samantha sank down on me was a new experience. Feeling the wet folds of her pussy part before my fingers was almost too much.
Samantha took over kissing me as she pumped up and down on me. Cassie was shuddering against me.
“I’m still fully intact,” Cassie whispered in my ear. “Please don’t put your finger inside me. I want to come when you and Samantha come.”
“I know you aren’t lez, Cass,” Sam gasped. “But I don’t mind being touched by a girl when we’re making love. Why don’t you hold Brian’s balls so you can feel him pumping into me? If you touch me a little, I really don’t mind.”
“I feel so evil but I’m so turned on,” Cassie squeaked.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” I said as I felt Cassie’s hand caress my balls. My finger had found her clit and she was gasping beside me.
“You… don’t… need… to-oooo,” Samantha whined in my ear. She bit into my shoulder as she came and the balls Cassie held started jumping. So did Cassie as she humped against my finger.
“I just love the smell over here,” Whitney said. “We’re going to have to clean the house all over again before we leave Wednesday.” I pulled her to me. Samantha had collapsed at my side and Cassie had crawled over to sleep next to Josh. I craned my neck around to try to see where everyone else was.
“Is everyone okay?”
“Besides being horny? Yeah. Hannah is cuddled up with Rose. They are so cute. It’s like Rose is her mother holding a baby. Jen and Court are… well, Jen and Court. Nikki and Liz are plotting something. Cassie and Mary are next to Josh. And you have an unconscious Samantha and a six-foot-three Amazon with a swamp between her legs. If you can’t take care of me now, you get me when you wake up. The first time.”
I was almost asleep when she curled up next to me, but when my fingers found the swamp, I woke up enough to roll on a condom and bury myself. We went to sleep that way. We woke up to a mutual wet dream with both of us climaxing. What the body wants, the body will have.
We finished the painting Monday night. All day Tuesday we cleaned and scrubbed. Josh and I raked and mowed the yard, trimmed the hedge, and power-washed the garage and driveway. It was still cold out, but there was no snow on the ground here so we managed to do a pretty good job of it. We even got up on the ladders and cleaned the gutters. Nobody wanted to mess up the bathrooms so after we’d packed up all our shit, we locked the door and went home.
We picked up more pizzas and soft drinks on the way and Moms and Dad joined us to eat a late dinner.
“Thank you so much for doing all that work,” Anna said. “I hope you had some fun, too. The agent is going to place the sign tomorrow and have an open house on Thursday. She says the market is good, so we’ll see how quickly it goes. I can’t tell you about your surprise yet, but when the house sells, I’ll let you know.”
“We really don’t need anything, Anna-Mom,” I said. “It was kind of fun to all be there and work together. I learned a lot about my hearthmates and whether we could really live together. For my part, I vote yes.”
“Yes!” said several other voices.
Jen, Court, and I were back in class Wednesday afternoon and then I headed for round-ball practice. We worked hard, but we were smooth. Coach didn’t keep us too long. He wanted us to stay at exactly that level. Friday night, we showed him that we were there. We went up against Argos and just played a cool, calm game of score-score-score. We actually slowed the game down so we wouldn’t outpace them by so far. Still, it was sixty-five to forty.
I was back in the studio on Saturday. I only had two more taping sessions for the season to go after this. I was kind of relieved. The last two sessions, though, wouldn’t be taped until April. I couldn’t risk not being available for any game of the IHSAA Basketball Tournament.
The girls had done a bit of promo work, too. Each of the women who appeared with me on the show got a “Brian’s Girlfriend” apron. It was cute, but the truth was I wouldn’t recognize a single one of them if they said ‘Hi’ to me on the street. Hannah and I kept researching and trying new recipes and since the easiest time for me to cook was breakfast, we sometimes started the day with some unusual meals. Now that she was out of her cast, she was taking a more active part in the kitchen.
I had a ton of reading to do Saturday afternoon and Sunday, so it was pretty low-key. Jen and Court were swamped with their college classes, too. It’s amazing how much reading and writing just three classes will dump on you. Court was frantically working on some program she was coding for her computer in Pasquale or something like that. Everything she said about programming sounded like a foreign language to me. I just wanted a good data base to keep my recipes in and a way to record my chemistry experiments. I wanted to get hold of some papers that the prof in my Principles of Chemistry and Biochemistry class had quoted. They were all listed as available at the main campus library in Bloomington, but it took a couple of weeks to get one delivered up to South Bend.
Courtney had a modem and could connect to the Internet, but she was forbidden to use it during the daytime and she had to pay long-distance charges until she found a local provider. She insisted that when we were fully connected in Bloomington, we would have instant access to everything that had ever been published in the scientific field of choice. It was hard to believe, but I was willing to give it a try.
The other hearthmates hung around Sunday afternoon, too. There was a reading assignment due for Ms. Hammer. We’d moved into the realm of what she called ‘speculative fiction’ and were reading a short story by Robert Heinlein called ‘Requiem.’ It has a touching epitaph written by Robert Lewis Stevenson.
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will!
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
We took a lot of breaks to just cuddle with each other. I’m not saying we didn’t fool around a little. I kind of loved holding my book up close to my face after I cuddled with Liz. She had left such a wonderful scent on my hand. Even Josh had his hands full when Whitney plopped on his lap and told him she needed to be held by her hearthmate for a while. I don’t think they did anything too intimate with Cassie leaning against them, but as tall as she is, Whitney can still fold herself up in a little ball when she sits on your lap. I noticed that Josh was smiling as he held her.
When the day ended, though, it was just the actual residents of our house who were left. Courtney and I stayed upstairs after dinner and just had a little gentle loving. Sometimes she was all into play and a little roughness. She liked her bottom spanked and played with. About once a month or six weeks, she liked to feel my cock slide into her little asshole and usually came long before I could get off. Once she’d come she’d push me out, strip the condom off, and suck me into her mouth until I came.
The other side of that coin, so to speak, was a gentle, caring lover who just wanted to be connected while we kissed and petted each other. That was the Courtney I had Sunday evening and we were both trying to hold perfectly still when I just started spurting into her.
“I love that feeling!” she breathed. “One day when we’re ready, Brian, I want to feel you without the condom, spraying my womb and getting me pregnant with our baby.” She paused as I stroked into her again with my sensitive cock and shuddered all over with the climax that washed over her. “I know the time is probably still years away, but I dream about having our baby.”
“When the time comes, my courtesan, I will fill you so full you’ll want to have twins,” I said kissing her. She shuddered again. I loved being connected with her in this way. It was the perfect end to a tiring day.
We showered and before we were finished in the big shower upstairs, both Jennifer and Hannah were wiggling their way in with us. While the water was still washing the soap down the drain, Hannah turned to me. She glanced quickly at Jen who nodded.
“Brian, may I sleep with you tonight?” she whispered.
“Mmm. Let’s see. Are you asking because you think I don’t know you slip into my bed for a while almost every night? Or is there something else.”
“I thought you knew,” she said. “I just… I need to be held. I’m so needy. You must hate me by now. I just… I can’t help it. Sometimes I get so sad at night I can’t stop crying. Will you? Please?”
“Precious, of course I will hold you all night, any night.” I looked at Jen and Court and they both nodded at me.
Jen mouthed, “Tomorrow.” I knew she wanted some loving, too.
“Patrón, can we talk?” Rhiannon asked me before I reached the cafeteria on Monday.
“Why the formality, amiga? You know you can talk to me any time.” I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled at me. Rhiannon was a girl that could brighten a room with her smile. I loved it.
“Yeah, but we don’t get to use that word very often and it makes me wet.” We both laughed.
“Well, anytime I can make you wet in any way, I want to do it. Do you want to go someplace and do more than talk?”
“Oh God, Brian. Everybody is going to smell me at lunch. Now stop it! I had something to say.”
“Okay.” I petted her bottom and she caught her breath then started again. I don’t know what put me in such an evil mood this morning. Maybe it was just the joy of waking up looking into Hannah’s eyes and holding her in my arms as we went back to sleep for half an hour.
“We want you to come over Wednesday night,” she said, grabbing my hand and holding it. “You are so evil. It’s Doreen’s birthday. She specifically requested your presence at her party. And Liz. We aren’t inviting everyone because the house isn’t that big. Carl, Louise, and Brenda will be there, though. Damn! We should invite Rose to make all three casa have three people represented.”
“What about Lionel and Sugar?”
“Lionel, Sugar, and Rich. That’s a dozen people. But only you and Liz are invited to spend the night. That was what I wanted to tell you.”
“I’ll check with Rose. It sounds like you have clan business. Should we have a general meeting?” I asked. I was concerned now. This emphasis on equal representation of each casa made it feel like there was a problem.
“I think it will be fine. We have the representatives for each casa and we aren’t going to make any final decisions. We just want to start thinking of some guidelines before we get caught up in spring and prom and graduation and all that. Then Doreen and I want to fuck you all night while Liz keeps our cónyuge busy.” She grinned at me. Now who was being evil?
“Okay,” I said. “You’ve got me intrigued. Is there anything I should prepare?”
“Yeah. Let’s go out to your car and practice once before you leave for IU.”
She wasn’t just teasing. There was still a foam mattress in the back of the Suburban and part of a box of condoms. Neither one of us got undressed. Rhiannon was wearing a short skirt and skimpy panties. She just pushed them aside and I dipped my fingers into her wet folds. She had my cock out of my pants and wasted no time getting it dressed and planted where she wanted it. It was a rapid rise to a fast conclusion as we rocked the truck on its springs.
“God! That was delicious. Sam told me about your quickie in the closet and I’ve been trying to figure a way to have one ever since. It felt so naughty. Touch me! I’m going to come again.” I did. She did.
“You were a firecracker today.”
“I told you calling you patrón turned me on. I know this was a quickie. Plan on taking your time Wednesday night. With both of us.”
She pulled her panties into place and straightened her skirt as I zipped my pants. We got out of the car and she kissed me. Then she walked toward the school with her butt swinging that skirt from side to side. Damn!
I went to class.
We sat with cake and ice cream celebrating Doreen’s twenty-second birthday. We were all sitting on the floor and just kind of leaning on each other in no particular order. I was surprised to find Louise leaning against my left shoulder and Doreen against my right. Liz leaned against Doug. Rhiannon was leaning against Rich and Sugar had settled back against Carl. Rose and Brenda bracketed Lionel. I was beginning to see that the girls had done some orchestrating of this.
“What’s the clan business?” I asked bluntly. “Is it something we can get out of the way so we can just enjoy the party?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to get me naked tonight,” Doreen whispered. “And no backseat quickies, either.”
“Here’s the thing in a nutshell,” Doug said. “We need to have a way for members of a casa to transition out of it as well as into it and not lose them as clan members. Also, for people who might want to change casa. I can kind of see the shape of things changing a little as we head off to college.” I couldn’t help myself. I looked at Liz.
“No,” she said immediately. “I’m happy the way things are. As long as you don’t kick me out, I’m staying where I belong.”
“I didn’t mean to make it sound like that,” Doug hastened to add. “That isn’t what started this off. George and TK broke up. We adopted them into Casa del Agua because we thought they were a pretty stable couple and would be easy to integrate. We’re the smallest house and having two people on the outs with each other is tough. We really don’t know how to handle it.”
“Was it nasty?” Brenda asked. “Carl and I have a lot of experience with that. Maybe we can help.”
“I think George suggested that he’d like to date some of the other girls,” Rhiannon said. “Specifically, Pam. I understand. He sees all the older cousins except Lionel and Sugar as with a boy and multiple girls. I just don’t think he approached it very well. He really hurt Theresa’s feelings.”
“Pam is so young!” Louise said. “Why would he want to go with her?”
“She’s a sophomore and he’s a junior,” I said. “Doesn’t seem so far off.”
“George is about the oldest in his class,” Brenda said. “You know what it was like between you and Hannah? Well, Pam is about the youngest in her class. She won’t even be sixteen until August. George will be eighteen in September.”
“Is she… uh… interested in George?” Lionel asked.
“Totally smitten,” Doreen answered. “It’s not that strange. He’s tall and doing well on the basketball team. He’s been a class leader. They’re only a year apart in school but he has so much more experience. And he’s paying attention to her.”
“He isn’t playing her, is he?” I asked. I was going to have a little discussion with George.
“I don’t think so,” Rhiannon said. “Inside of that big body, he’s still kind of a bumbling adolescent. In a way, Theresa is more mature than he is. If he’d approached it differently, she might have suggested another girlfriend. I think that’s the safest way most of the time.”
“Yeah. Letting Carl worm his way into my heart almost cost me the opportunity to meet my love Brenda,” Louise giggled. “It would have been much easier if Brenda and I had gotten together first.”
“I love you, Louise. I don’t care how we got to where we are,” Brenda smiled.
“Well, what’s the answer?” I asked.
“I don’t think we actually have an answer yet, but I think we all need to talk it over with each other and with our other hearthmates—and with the unhoused cousins,” Doug said. “I just am afraid that we aren’t paying enough attention to the younger cousins and those outside a casa. We need to make sure they all know they are a part of us whether they are in a relationship or not.”
We all nodded and just relaxed together. Doreen wasn’t about to let go of me through the rest of her party. It didn’t last too long. After all, it was a school night. As people got ready to leave, Louise managed to get hold of me and give me a searing kiss. She even pulled my hand up to her breast while she ground her mound against my cock.
“Louise!” I gasped. We’d long since agreed that if we were both engaged in pleasuring our girlfriend Brenda that anything but penetration was acceptable, but I couldn’t even see Brenda at the moment.
“Win the Sectional Tournament next week and I’ll give you a real present,” she whispered in my ear. Then she bit it and ran off to find Carl. What the hell got into her? A real present?
“You look like you were just overwhelmed,” Rose giggled as she came up to me for a goodnight kiss.
“I don’t know what got into her,” I said.
“Everybody gets horny at a gathering like this. She’s probably just frustrated that it’s the middle of the week and you are about to get smothered in love,” Rose said. “I’ve got to scoot, though. I might not wait for a phone call in the morning before I rub one off thinking about what you’re up to tonight,” she grinned. “Have fun.”
Doreen was still holding my hand while we headed toward her bedroom. I couldn’t believe their parents had taken off to Florida a couple weeks ago and weren’t even there to celebrate Doreen’s birthday. They’d bought a place down there and were planning to move as soon as Doug and Doreen moved to Bloomington.
Doug stopped us just before we went into Doreen’s bedroom. He didn’t say anything to me, he just looked into his sister’s eyes and then they kissed. Doreen didn’t let go of my hand and her grip told me she was getting everything she wanted from her brother’s kiss. He petted her breasts and squeezed them as they ground together. Still, she didn’t let go of my hand.
“I love you, Doreen,” Doug said at last. “Happy birthday, sister.” He turned to look at me and winked. “You’re all she wanted for her birthday. Treat her right.” Doug left and Rhiannon came into the bedroom right behind us.
“Do you guys want time alone before I join you?” she asked.
“Huh-uh,” Doreen said. “I spend so much time with you while my brother has his beautiful cock up your pussy that I want you right here to watch mine being stretched and pumped. Fair is fair.”
We undressed, brushed our teeth and headed back for the bedroom.
“I almost forgot!” Liz screamed as she rushed down the hall to jump into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist so my already-stiff cock was poking at her pussy and kissed me. “I didn’t want you to go to these other women without remembering how much I love you, too,” Liz said. “And I didn’t want you to think I was running away from you to be with Doug. I love you, Brian.”
“I love you, too, Red.” I slapped her bottom lightly. “Now go have fun. See if you can wear him out.”
“Oh, I can,” she laughed. “’Night!” She dropped to the floor I watched her freckled butt as she ran down the hall to Doug’s room.
I loved making love to Doreen. It was no quickie. With Rhiannon right there with me to act as a guide to all her most sensitive spots, Doreen was in heaven. I took a big lick of Doreen’s juices and then turned to feed them off my tongue into Rhiannon’s mouth. When I’d finished licking Doreen to an orgasm and moved up her body to kiss her, her face was covered in Rhiannon’s juices. Together we licked and kissed our older girlfriend’s breasts, pausing occasionally to have a deep kiss together. Then as I kissed Doreen, Rhiannon made sure with her mouth that I was fully hard and rolled a condom on me. She guided me as I entered her lover.
I was determined to give Doreen as many orgasms as I could. It was her twenty-second birthday. That seemed like a good number to aim for. She didn’t last that long. Neither did I, but by the time I filled the condom, Doreen was gasping for breath and went to sleep as her last orgasm tailed off.
I was pretty exhausted, too, but Rhiannon had told me that she planned to have a longer love-making session tonight as well. We whispered together as we loved and caressed each other.
“Doreen is the other reason Doug brought up people changing casa,” Rhiannon whispered as I moved in her, feeling her muscles clench around my invading member. “They love each other so much, Brian. But they aren’t going to become lovers. They kiss. They fondle each other and sometimes make each other come. But they won’t make love. No penetration, oral, vaginal, or anal. They don’t really even touch each other unless they are clothed. I wouldn’t care, but they are both really hung up on the incest thing. Doreen needs a lover to really love her like you did tonight. She’s talked about asking to join your casa so… so that one day she could have a baby. The thing is, it will tear them both apart if she leaves her brother.” Even buried in Rhiannon with both of us approaching our orgasms, the love she held for both Doreen and Doug came out in her impassioned words. She couldn’t speak any longer and put her mouth to work on mine. We didn’t have a dozen orgasms like Doreen had, but we shared a long, sweet climax that left us both ready to cuddle for the night.
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