Becoming the Storm
8 A Touch of Comfort
THE PARTY, the drumming, and the dancing lasted well into the night. The friends who had come from far away were the first to leave, and we were glad there was enough open parking in the new development that they could get their cars out. The parents of the tribe had a little more difficulty, but as soon as the other guests were out, we started lining up their cars in the drive with the keys in them. We finally got things loosened up enough that when people got tired and decided to leave, they could.
I had a chance to talk to Coach Hancock for a few minutes. It was good to catch up. Whitney and I took the time to give him the full tour of the studio and our home. He was really proud of us, but at times he sounded like a recruiter.
“You two should be in the Marines. You’d be perfect officer candidates. You’re well-trained, disciplined, and natural leaders,” he said.
“Coach, look around. I’m not alone here, but I’m responsible. I couldn’t leave all these people. They are my friends and my family. They need me here.”
“I understand, Brian. But it’s the whole protect and defend thing. You need to think bigger than the few people here in your clan. You have a country that needs to be protected and defended. And there is no excuse for you, Whitney. You’d have a great career in the Marines.” Whitney didn’t say anything.
Bart caught me before they left and maneuvered me away from the crowd toward the village development.
“We might want to plan a retirement home here, too,” he said. “If my daughters decide to stick around.”
“Members of the tribe have first choice,” I said. The big man sighed.
“I suppose there is no chance that I’ll see a ceremony like today’s between you and any of my daughters,” he said quietly. “Even though you and Danielle obviously love each other. If you didn’t marry the mother of your son, you certainly won’t be marrying my girls.”
“Bart, the women dressed in red today are my cónyuge. My mates. All of them. We’ve had a ceremony that was slightly different than the one today. We call it a handfasting. It means the same to me as marriage does to Lionel and Sugar. If the time ever comes when one or more of your daughters become my cónyuge, you will be invited to the ceremony. That’s all I can promise,” I said.
“It’s not exactly what I envisioned for my little girls. I’d rather they each got married to a nice guy—different nice guys—and gave their mother and me a passel of grandbabies. Deborah and Dorothy are… Well, even an old hillbilly like me can see that if they ever have a man, they’ll have to share him. Or he’ll have to share them. I already went through the denial stage on that one. Still makes me a little mad, but mostly I’ve accepted it. Incestuous lesbians. Damn! Now, how fucked up is that? Still, I just want them to be happy.”
“They are doing better, now,” I said. “I don’t mean they are less into each other, but they are learning respect and kindness. I think they’ve figured out that it isn’t really all about them. And Dani really doesn’t want to lose them as sisters. They’re working on that, too.”
“Well, don’t be surprised if you get the wrong one pregnant. Half the time I still can’t tell the difference.”
“I’ll never confuse either Dorothy or Deborah with Danielle. I never have. Right from the start,” I said.
“That says something right there, doesn’t it?” he said. “I know I come off as a brash, loud, obnoxious, fat hillbilly. I like that reputation. I’ve been the master distiller for twenty-five years. Started work in the distillery right after I got out of college. Surprised I went to college? I was still-master in five years. That was when Sylvia and I agreed it was time to start a family. So, I’m not an impatient man. I’m willing to wait for my passel of grandkids. But ten years from now… I better be seeing some fat bellied women or I’ll know the reason why.” He laughed. I joined him, but I kind of think he was serious.
“Brian?” Nikki said as we broke our kiss late that night. It had taken us a long time to get to bed and gis were scattered all over the big bedroom. With Mom, Dad, and Anna in the master, Nikki and I were having our lovemaking right in the middle of everything. A few of our hearthmates were already asleep. Tomorrow, her parents were picking her up to go to the airport. Her classes at Brown were to start on Tuesday. “Would it be too weird if… um…”
“Honey, I will do whatever you want. It’s your night. Just tell me what you’d like. I’m going to miss you so much.”
“Could we… um… ask Danielle to join us?” she said. Now that was a surprise! “I know… At least I think I know you aren’t making love with each other—at least not having sex—but I’m going to miss her almost as much as you and Liz.”
“Of course we can,” I said. “Dani, would you come cuddle with us?” Danielle grinned at me from the other side of Rose, Hannah, and Samantha. She scooted out and lay down next to us. Liz rolled toward us on the other side.
“Are you ever going to actually fuck?” Liz asked. “I’ve been lying here for, like, an hour trying not to come while you played. It would be so much better if I heard him actually sloshing around in you.”
“You’re so nasty, Liz!” Nikki laughed. “Get a condom on him.” While Liz equipped me, Nikki put an arm around Danielle and kissed her head. “I wish I could take you with me,” she whispered. Then she moaned as I sank into her well-prepared center. Just because we hadn’t fucked yet doesn’t mean we hadn’t been playing. Nikki had been pretty vocal in her last two orgasms. I wasn’t sure how Liz was holding off with the way she was playing with herself.
“That does sound inspiring,” Dani giggled as we made a very wet, sploshy sound coming together. “Just because Brian and I haven’t fucked doesn’t mean I’m asexual. I’m pretty sloppy down there right now.”
“It’s just… I noticed the first time you were in bed with us, everything intensified. It’s like you amplified my nerves and… I’m gonna come again NOW!” Nikki screamed before I could cover her mouth with a kiss. As soon as my lips were over hers, though, she sucked my tongue into her mouth and started rocking her hips like crazy. I pushed her legs back so I could get deeper in her and both Liz and Dani slammed up against my thighs with their hands going like lightning. Nikki was coming again and I wasn’t far behind this time. She was still fluttering when I started pumping and she ramped up again. Both Dani and Liz moaned beside us.
“Oh, God!” Liz said. “I thought I’d never get my cookies. You are so hot, Blondie.”
“Don’t call me that!” Nikki laughed. “I’m still a goth anarchist at heart.”
Eventually, I managed to dislodge from Nikki’s intimate embrace and dispose of the condom. Liz immediately went to work on getting me ready for another condom and then sank down on me with a long, protracted moan. She did all the work while I lay on my back and listened to Nikki.
“I still get crazy. When you got sick and we had to do three or four shows a day with Elaine, I almost lost it. I know when Hannah gets like that, she sucks on Rose’s tits. With you laid up, I didn’t have any release. I was running my limit on pills. But then… As soon as you came downstairs that Sunday night, Dani came and cuddled me. You just don’t know what that meant to me. Lizzy, honey, you know I love you dearly, but I really can’t just cuddle with you. Even though I hold your hand. But…”
“I know,” Liz said. “We can all cuddle with Danielle. We can all cry on her shoulder or laugh when she tickles us. She’s the only person I ever hug and never stop to think if I have clothes on and what it will mean. But, right now, I need someone to hold my hand so I don’t gouge holes in Brian while I come!”
This time when I pulled out, I went to the bathroom and washed up a little. When I got back, Dani was in the middle with Liz and Nikki cuddled up next to her sleeping. Dani looked at me through sleepy eyes and smiled. I found a place to sleep between Elaine and Sarah.
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