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Broken Birds, Part 21, Nita

Part 21
Nita
Michael saw it coming, “I told you once Honey, I could never refuse you.”
“Even though I fucked and sucked a dog.”
“Honey, that makes no difference to me. It was his way of humiliating you, of breaking you. Miguel was sick. I hope he burns for eternity. He did it to you. It wasn’t your choice.”
“Then will you?”
“Of course, Princess, if that’s what you really want.”
“I’m not sure if I want to join your… you know…your harem, but I need to feel like a woman, not a victim.”
She put her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. Realizing she had very limited experience, he taught her the value of beginning slow, just grazing your lover’s lips, to a soft joining, to opening, to stroking the passion with a tongue, finally to a passionate dueling of tongues.
When they broke the kiss, Nita’s dark eyes sparkled with wonder. The kiss imprinted on her heart. She felt her body react. It felt delicious.
Michael knew he had been set up again, but, seeing her eyes, he believed she genuinely needed him.
“Now go tell those conniving bitches that they’ve won again.” Pushing her off the bed, “And tell them “Thank you.”
Michael showered and joined his ladies.
Beth went to him, hugged him and pulled him into a very un-daughter like kiss. Her eyes sparkled with joy when they broke.
He hugged and kissed them all in turn.
“Where’s Kat?” he asked just as she, Misha and Rachael came through the kitchen door.
He went to them, hugged and kissed Kat tenderly, rubbing her belly gently. He kissed Rachael with passion and love…and forgiveness.
He looked at Misha, who had clearly been crying, “How’s he doing?”
“They’re still flushing his system. Jennifer got his liver tests back and he’s pretty far gone. Not enough time for a transplant list in the States. We’re checking alternatives. He’s still got the shakes. And he’s got some other things going on. His PSA is 9. Jennifer has arranged for him to be examined in Brisbane. If we hadn’t come, he’d have been dead in 6 months.” Misha said sadly.
“How are you doing?” Kat asked gently.
“I’m OK. A little shaky, but OK.” He said honestly.
“We’re so sorry. We didn’t know.”
“I know, Honey. At least you figured out a way to lead me out.”
Kat looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Nita.” He said waiting to see a look of recognition, but all he saw was confusion.
“What did Nita do?”
“She came to talk to me as her father.” Even as he said it, he realized how the plan developed. It had to be Beth.
“That wasn’t my idea. I’ve been with my dad.”
He smiled and took her arm, leading them into the main living room. Beth came up to him, searching his eyes for the madness. She saw love.
“Do we need to order another ring and necklace, Dad?”
“I don’t know. She can tell you tomorrow. Was it your idea?”
She shook her head. “Hers. We were talking about how you hadn’t snapped when I was attacked. I said it was because your “Dad” instincts took over. She told us about her problem and needed your help. I know it’s convenient timing, but that the truth.” She paused, then went ahead, “Dad, we feel terrible. I should have known. I swear, we’ll never do anything like that again. Please forgive us.”
“All’s forgiven, Honey. Tell the others. I still feel a bit drugged and want some fresh air.”
He grabbed a sailing jacket and went to take a long walk. He wanted to be completely alert tonight. He walked around the compound, noting some rust damage that would need repair, a pothole and a couple of lights that needed replacing.
The sun touched the horizon. He went into the main house and found everyone in the main living room, including the Senator and Misha. Beth was on the floor playing with Michaela. Shoshana stood up when he entered the room and came to him for a hug.
Nita hugged him next, whispering into his ear, “I can’t believe how excited I am. Don’t you dare back out!” she giggled as she squeezed his ass.
As he hugged his women, he realized that he felt free for the first time in years. the thought of losing these marvelous, complex creatures had triggered the nightmares. He’d have to tell Alice to warn the girls.
John McDale looked terrible. His usual ruddy complexion was sallow. He’d lost weight and extra skin hung from his jowls. His dark hair now sported gray roots. He now looked the twenty plus years older he was than his wife. They were leaving early the next morning for his medical appointments in Brisbane.
They stayed for dinner, marveling at the interplay of women from diverse backgrounds and at the unselfish love. Kat fit in perfectly. She sat between Beth and Alice. Rafaela sat between Maria and Nita. Nita seemed almost unnaturally bright. Misha remarked on the glow that seemed to surround her.
“Tonight is a very special night for her, Mom,” Kat said, “But it’s private between us.”
“We’re a family here, Misha. It’s strange that so much happiness can come from so much pain, but that’s what happened. While we fled for our lives, we became dedicated to each other,” Rachael explained, “No one knows tomorrow, but I’d like to think that we will be together until we cross over.”
After dinner the McDales went back to the guesthouse to prepare for the early morning trip. Before they left, Misha took Rachael aside, “Is she going to bed with Michael?”
Rachael smiled and nodded. “It’s her idea. She’s got problems trusting men after her rape. Believe me, Michael will prove to her that she’s normal and can enjoy making love. He proved it to me.”
Nita looked marvelous. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup drew attention to her wide eyes and perfect teeth. She truly looked like a young version of Rafaela. Instead of a negligee, she chose a thick white robe. It engulfed her slender frame, wrapping her in a warm, secure feeling. The girls helped her prepare for any sexual activity and then she was ready, still feeling Michael’s lips on hers. Every nerve ending in her body hummed in anticipation.
When she stepped through the bedroom door, she beamed. Her smoldering sensuality combined with her innocence to create an incredible aura.
When he took her hand, he noticed that she was trembling.
He led her to the bed and sat her down, brought her a flute of champagne and sat beside her. “Princess, you are so beautiful.” He tapped his flute to hers.
“To making love and me a woman,” she said as she leaned in to renew the kiss of the morning.
He put his flute on the bed stand, took hers and did the same.
His hand slipped between her dark hair and her ear, pulling her close. He leaned back and they both lay on the bed.
She loved kissing him. She felt the butterflies through her body. The terrycloth caressed her sensitive nipples and breasts, her labia filled with blood, her inner lips began to emerge, and her clit grew more and more sensitive. All from a kiss!
She surrendered. Michael felt it. She lay floating in a lake of unknown sensuality, her eyes closed.
Michael broke the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, urgency plainly written on her face. “Don’t stop!’
He pulled her up, undid the sash on her robe and sensually pushed it off her shoulders, using it like a towel as he slid it down her arms and over her ass. The friction caused by the terrycloth sent electric feeling through her body. Michael dropped his robe. He picked her up and lay her on the bed. He lay beside her. The room was cool, so he pulled the blankets over her and slowly pulled her to him.
He slipped one his left arm under her neck while his right dropped to the small of her back. He kissed her again, while beginning to explore her body with his free hand.
She felt cherished and loved. The feel of his hard, warm body against hers sent a thrill coursing through her body. She molded to him, her nipples distended with lust, her pussy lubricating in anticipation.
His fingertips gently caressed her smooth back. She moaned into his mouth. His fingers circled the area around her coccyx at the top of her ass cleft. She shivered.
He caressed the back and sides of her neck. She pressed her pussy against him. She felt very wet, but it was far too soon.
He pushed her on her back and began a journey of exploration with his lips and tongue. He dropped his right hand to her pussy, using his left to caress one breast while his mouth and tongue pleasured the other. His right hand gently told her legs to part. As they did, he began to run his hand from her knee to inches before it touched her labia.
Eventually he lifted her leg and found himself staring at her engorged labia and wet inner lips, now fully exposed.
He knew she was close, so he licked the inner lips apart, nearing her clit, but not actually touching it. His thumbs parted the lips to expose her inner beauty and tunnel. He licked the inner lips. She began thrashing. He locked his mouth on her clit, sucking hard and whipping the little eraser with his tongue.
She exploded, thrashing while holding his head against her pussy, screaming unintelligibly at the top of her lungs. He kept sucking and torturing her clit. She kept exploding, until spent, she flopped back on the bed, releasing his head.
He wiped his face on the sheet and slid beside her, caressing her face. He reached behind and retrieved a flute of champagne, sipping it as she recovered. She turned to him, tears in her eyes.
“Why did I wait?” she cried in smiling frustration.
He handed her his glass and got the other.
She giggled. “I was going to surprise you, but I think I should tell you so you don’t think you hurt me. When I had my operation, I had them make me a virgin again…I have a cherry for you to break, darling.”
“You’re sure?”
“Are you kidding?” She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard, “I need you, Michael, more than I ever dreamed I could need any man.”
Michael was determinedly gentle and patient entering her.
She lay on her back, her legs spread in open invitation. He lay between her legs. She guided him into her steamy sheath.
He moved slowly, wanting her to remember every moment of this night. He came against her artificial hymen. Looking into her eyes, he thrust through it. She winced. He waited … then moved forward in tiny increments, allowing her to adjust.
When he was fully inside her fiery tunnel, he flipped them, putting her on top. Lynne had told her about dancing on Michael’s cock. She experimented, swaying her hips.
Michael hit the button in the headboard. Her favorite music played softly. Soon she was improvising her own sensual rhythm, feeling Michael’s cock gyrate inside her, stretching her tunnel, caressing her sensitive tissues.
Michael felt her tunnel began to flutter, her climax approaching. Michael’s hands dropped from her sensitive breasts to her belly. As Nita screamed something in Spanish, Michael’s thumbs rubbed her clit in opposite directions. She froze momentarily. She screamed her pleasure into the night. Her orgasm triggered Michael’s. His cum shot against her cervix, his shaft pulsing against her tight tunnel. She kept cumming as long as Michael’s cock jerked inside her.
She looked down at him in wonder and collapsed on his chest.
He pulled the blankets over her back. She mewed her pleasure. Her head lay on his chest. She listened to his strong, steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing. Unconsciously, her breathing copied his.
This was her moment, the moment she became whole. She would forever bear the scars of the past, but she was a woman whole.
Hours later, she pushed him back and pleasured him with her mouth. Through all the abuse, she had learned well how to give that pleasure.
When they woke, it was late morning. They showered and entered the main living room. All four women had on headphones.
Maria, seeing them up, tore off her earphones and hugged her little sister. “You’re a screamer!” she blurted out, giggling. They both were.
The girls surrounded Nita, anxious to see if she wanted to join them in their committed relationship with Michael.
In Brisbane, the McDales had a very different morning. Jennifer led John through a series of carefully choreographed medical appointments. He was prodded, poked, stuck and stretched, vials of his every biological fluid taken. They did a colonoscopy.
Though Jennifer had examined him, the exams were repeated, the results recorded in the hospital database. In the event they had to be sent to other doctors, they wanted nothing traced back to the compound.
By noon, Jennifer’s diagnosis was confirmed. He had advanced prostate cancer, a failing liver, shockingly high cholesterol and a heart arrhythmia.
They lymph node samples showed the cancer had spread throughout his body. His chest x-ray showed suspicious dark masses. They would require a biopsy to confirm, but the doctors were certain it was cancer.
The senior diagnostician sat with Jennifer, John and Misha.
“John, the news isn’t good. You have prostate cancer. It’s spread throughout your body. You have lesions on your lungs that may also be cancerous. You also have advanced colon cancer.”
The doctor was privately surprised that John was still alive.
“Unfortunately, your heart is weak. We estimate that your heart is at less than 15% efficiency. You die when it gets below 10%. Many of your arteries appear to be almost completely blocked.”
“Finally, your liver is failing. It’s starting to shut down. The tests Jennifer ran compared to today indicate your liver will fail within days, perhaps a week. Even if we could find a liver, the transplant surgery would kill you. And that doesn’t even begin to attack the cancers.”
“In my opinion, John, you need to get your affairs in order. You have a few days, two weeks at most.”
“Is there anything they could do for him in the States?” Misha said having spoken with Jennifer as her husband was shuttled between exam rooms.
The doctor handed her a copy of an e-mail. “Your husband’s test results were sent to Bethesda. They concur with my diagnosis. If he gets on an airplane for the States, they’ll take his body off in LA.”
They rode back to the compound in silence. John slept some of the way, but Misha stared out the window numb with shock. While she had never been passionately in love with John, they had three children and a stable, if mediocre, life together.
Now she had only her son and daughters. Her son was a rapist. And her youngest daughter despised her son.
Half a world away, their son lay dieing, his penis being slowly eaten, his hands tied around a large tree. His naked legs were splayed open, ankles tied to stakes, exposing his mutilated cock. The wild boar ate this new delight.
He couldn’t scream. His mouth had been duct taped, the girl’s bloody panties stuffed in his mouth.
“Think they’ll find him?”
“Not for a long time. We’re pretty far from the hunting camps.”
“Better not or that politician asshole will get on our ass.”
“I’ll check him in a few days, but that hog sure looked hungry!”
They tried for two days to reach Robert, to no avail. A 16-year old girl had been attacked in a small town near Robert’s university that was deep in the hills of a southern state, but the family would not press charges or allow her to be examined for forensic evidence, so it was all speculation.
In this part of the country, law and justice were not for sale. Not if a girl had been attacked.
The morning after John’s medical tests, Kat, Misha and Rachael sat at the kitchen table. They had been crying.
Michael stuck his head in the door, “Need company?”
Kat smiled, “Please.”
“Have you reached Robert?” Misha asked, seeing Michael’s jaw set, his eyes frightening. Robert had raped Beth.
“Not yet. Tim’s got someone going down there, but no news yet.”
He looked into their grief stricken faces.
“Girls,” he said a little sharply, “Stop. John’s about to cross over. What about making that trip one filled with laughter and joy?”
Misha recoiled, still caught up in her own pain.
“What does he like? What can we do to make this easier on him? It’s going to happen. How do we make him happy during the time he is still on this side?” Michael said, seeing the women beginning to readjust.
“He likes to drink Scotch,” Misha said bitterly.
“OK, what kind? I mean, he can’t do more damage can he?”
The girls began to readjust. They started to think about him.
“Where’s Kat’s sister?”
“On her way. I called Tim and he’s arranging it.” Rachael said firmly.
“What else does he love? Food? Pictures? Come on. You have a few days left to show your love. Make it about his happiness.” Michael said firmly as he left.
Hours later, he and John sipped a fine scotch, watching the seemingly eternal sea.
“Thank you for helping Kat and Robert. Kat is happier than I have ever seen her. I wish I could have seen my first grandchild.”
“Kat is extraordinary, but then, you know that. She’s brought so much life into our little group. You did good there, John.”
“Little group! How do you do it? Ten women. Incredible.”
Michael chuckled. “The share me well. Actually they love and play with each other a lot. Because of what they’ve been through, it’s hard for them to trust men. They trust me. I’d die for any one of them. Soon Michaela will have brothers and sisters. I hope it will be enough for them.”
“What do you think of Misha becoming number 11?”
The question stunned Michael. “John you’re talking about your wife!”
“If I may be so bold, she’s my widow. She’s an attractive, more than attractive woman. She’s a year younger than Rachael. There’s nothing for her in the States. Robert is a little shit. Kat’s sister is spoiled beyond repair. I’ve never seen Misha as comfortable as she is here. Kat will never leave you or your harem. There’s nothing for Misha in Washington when I pass.”
Michael looked into the dieing man’s eyes. They pled for his wife.
Michael took a deep breath. “If she wants to stay, you know she can. As for the harem, that’s a bit more complex. We have a rule when it comes to joining. Everyone has to agree.”
“That’s why we’re out here. They already have. Now it’s up to you.”
“How does Misha feel?”
“She hasn’t had a man for almost two years. She wants this more than life. She is with Rafaela and Rachael right now, waiting to hear. Will you grant a dieing man’s wish? Please take her into your heart. Please take care of the love of my life.”
John held out his hand and Michael took it.
Michael helped John stand. Michael had seen eyes like his before.
Two days later, John crossed over.

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Tawni’s Story

This is my first lesbian story. I actually wrote it for a friend that requested a story like this. Have fun rubbing or wanking. And yes, this is a re-post of a story I did on another account, but that account was comprimised, so I am now using this one.

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The Truth About Nikki – pt11

The Truth About Nikki – pt11 – New Things
Except for talking with Anna almost every day and having a few horny conversations with Kevin, my phone had remained silent for slightly over two weeks before I again received a call for a date. It was Chuck, one of the guys from Stu’s party. He asked if we could get together some night that week but that he was busy with team business over the weekend. I told him that we could get together the following evening if he was kewl with that and he jumped on it, I asked him when and where and he said that he would have to call me back in a bit and hung up. I smiled as we hung up, he was obviously new to arranging these things because he had allowed me to set the date instead of just telling me to be here or there at this time, period.
After Kevin’s visit I had thought about crossing my legs again and returning to celibacy but had finally compromised with myself and decided instead to pace my evenings out to my original plan of once, maybe twice a month, no more. Another part of this decision was to get rid of Henry, there was just some underlying thing about him that seemed a bit weird to me, so I called him and cancelled our entire schedule.
I was about ready to head off to bed when Chuck finally called back with the name of a motel, room number, and time to be there. I asked him if he understood the rate, he said he was cool with it and would see me the next night, with that we hung up and I trotted off to bed.
The air was cool and damp as I walked across the parking lot to a side door of the motel, grasping the handle only to find it locked. Beside the door was a card reader, which required a room card for entry. Just as I was about to head for the main office door a guy came around the corner lighting a cigarette and opened the door. I slipped past him and up the stairs heading for room 226. Chuck must have had his hand on the handle because I had barely pulled my knuckles off the door when it swung wide open and he invited me in. Chuck had a cooler on the counter with sodas, booze, and wine coolers in it, he asked if I wanted something and I asked for a wine cooler. I instantly remembered that it had been wine coolers that had gotten me tipsy the night that I had lost my cherry to Ray. It made me smile and Chuck thought it was for him. I put my overnight bag beside the cooler and slipped from my jacket, revealing my sheer blouse and cold hard nipples to Chuck’s gaze. I took a sip of my wine, kissed him on the cheek, and said “Hi” in my best little slut voice. Looking around I could see that he had spent some time prepping the room, the bed was turned down, most of the light shades had been cocked to one side to dim the light and he had the motel TV tuned to a music channel playing rap. Other than that it was pretty obvious that he had no idea of how to get things started. I don’t know why but his inexperience with women like me pleased me in some way, so I started things off my way. I put down the wine, stepped towards him and cupped his manhood through his jeans while I leaned in and went to kiss him on his cheek but he turned his head and met my lips in a full on kiss. His cock was already straining against his zipper and I made him moan into my mouth as I gave it a big squeeze during our kiss. His hands were now moving all over my body, groping my different parts as I released his cock from his pants and stroked his exposed member with my hand. I told him to sit and he settled on the edge of the bed allowing me to slide his jeans and tighty whiteys off. Then I knelt before him and pulled his top over his head and dropped it to the floor. Grasping his drooling cock again I leaned forward and sucked on one of his nipples, hearing him moan while his hands fondled my breasts through the thin material of my blouse. I looked into his eyes and slowly stood up, asking him to remove my clothes. His hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned my blouse and opened it, revealing my hard puckered nipples to his gaze. Without a word he fondled my breasts and plucked my nipples several times before his hands headed south toward my skirt. As his hands slid down my belly I turned slightly to give him better access to the button and zipper on the side of my skirt. As he pulled my skirt down, I turned back towards him so he could clearly see the message on the crotch of my white G-string. There looking him right in the face was my damp pussy covered in thin white satin with the message “I love BBC”. Instead of instantly peeling my panties off he cupped my ass cheeks, leaned in and kissed my pussy. With his face still pressed against me, I hooked my thumbs in my panties and slipped them down revealing my bare, shaven pussy to him. This novice again surprised me by first kissing my twat, then licking my slit with his tongue. His hands gently slid my panties all the way down my legs and I stepped from them. I rested my hand on his head gently petting his hair as he went back to alternately kissing then licking my pussy lips making me shudder with excitement and flood my pussy. Chuck finally pulled his face from my crotch and asked me to get on the bed. With my pussy twitching like crazy, I almost jumped onto the mattress where chuck pulled at my hips until I was on top of him in a 69 position, looking directly at his drooling 8 inches of hard black cock. Instinctively my mouth opened and I lowered my mouth over his exquisite cock head and had my first taste of his salty pre-cum. As my lips tightened around his cock and my tongue swirled around his nice fat cock head, his hands pulled my hips down to his face and he drove his tongue deeply into my pussy hole. The deep flicking action of his tongue within me made me moan around his throbbing cock and squirm my pussy into his face even harder. It is a wonderful thing to have a man lick and suckle a woman in that place and a rare privilege for a woman of my social stature. This was the second time in only a month or so that a man had given me this treatment and I now fully understood why men enjoyed BJ’s so much. No matter how much I tried to concentrate on Chucks cock in my mouth his licking, sucking, and nibbling on my clit and pussy lips was driving me to the point of orgasmic overload, and soon. As I felt the first quivers of my orgasm raceing up my spine I ground my pussy into his face and surrendered to its pleasure. Chuck continued to lap at my flooded pussy until I was finally forced to pull my hips from his lips or go crazy on them. As I moved to the side to keep chuck’s expert tongue away from my pussy, he pushed me off of his cock, climbed in behind me and shoved his cock into my sopping wet pussy with a satisfied sigh. It felt so wonderful to feel his stiff cock stretch my pussy, his balls rhythmically slapping against me, and his firm hands pulling me fully onto him with each stroke that I soon felt another climax building within me. As Chuck fucked my aching pussy, he told me that he loved the way my cunt sucked his fucking cock, there wasn’t anything better than fucking sweet white meat like me, and that the only sloppy seconds he was going to fuck tonight was his own. He was in charge now, slowly fucking my pussy, taking his time, and I was loving it. My belly was churning like a mixer and I told him to fuck my pussy good and make me cum. He replied that he was going to tear my nasty ass up and pulled me back hard on his cock. And began pumping his fine cock into me just hard enough to make a nice wet smack with each stroke. I felt the orgasm rushing up my spine, as he felt the first shudders ripple down my back he slammed his cock into me hard and fast, making my hole go crazy. I bucked beneath him as he knelt behind me saying, “take it bitch, take it” over and over until my climax subsided. He slowed his pace and rubbed my ass as he asked me “you like that slut? you like the fucking cock, don’t you?”. After the great orgasm he had just given me, all I could say was “Oh yea baby, I love that fucking cock”. Chuck’s sweet steady fucking brought me right to the edge of another orgasm and he sensed that I was very close, he began to smack his tool hard into me every once in a while, sending ripples of pleasure through me. Finally he began fucking my sopping wet hole harder and faster with every thrust, while asking me “you want it bitch? you want that fucking nut in ya?, I whimpered back to him that I needed to feel his hot fucking cum fill my pussy. His grip tightened on my hips and he thrust himself into my very center with all the force he could muster, and then exploded. Cum gushed into my waiting pussy while Chuck moaned “take that fucking cum baby, take it”. As he pulled his softened cock from my soaked pussy and flopped onto his back beside me, he muttered “fuck bitch, you got a nice cunt”. I moved to him and suckled a moment on his nipple before his hand pressed against the back of my head and he told me to suck his fucking cock, not his tits. With his hand guiding my head I engulfed his sperm coated cock, pressing my nose into his gooey ball sack. His grip tightened a bit and he arched his groin up into my face while he told me what a fine cocksucker I was. As I began to work my tongue around his semi-hard cock he said that most white bitches didn’t suck dick for shit and that I must have sucked a ton of black meat to be so fucking good. For some reason it made me feel good in a way to have him compliment me on my abilities, but it struck me a stupid comment to tell a hoe that she was a good fuck. Chuck’s cock rose to full attention again and he told me to mount him reverse cowboy.
As I repositioned he slid up and leaned against the headboard then guided my pussy onto his cock until I was fully seated. His hands on my ass he I began to rock back and forth on his cock enjoying the wonderful sensation of his rigid tool fucking me at such a different angle. I felt his fingers rubbing my cum splattered pussy then move to my bung hole and begin working in circles around it, coating my puckered hole with his slick seed. I continued to milk his cock, enjoying the wonderful sensations of his hard cock grinding into me then he slipped one finger then two into my ass hole and began to work it around inside me. I must have moaned when his fingers entered me, and he said that my ass was fucking tight. He went on to say that he hated fucking another guys cum, like he had the last time. I told him that I was enjoying tonight too just as he pushed me off of his cock and rubbed it against my bung. As he held his cock, I slowly pushed back, feeling his fat cock force his way into my ass, sending a shudder up my spine and drawing a deep moan from Chuck. His hands grabbed my hips and began pulling me further down his cock and he began telling me how fucking hot it was, seeing my asshole stretched tight around his fucking cock His cock made me whimper and wiggle as he fucked more of his cock up my ass at this strange angle and he said it was incredible when my asshole clamped on his meat. Finally his balls pulled tight against my pussy making us both moan with the pleasure we were experiencing. Now that he was balls deep in my ass, he began to push me off then back onto his cock, fucking me harder and faster with each and every flex of his strong hands on my hips. Getting fucked like this made me grunt a bit with each full thrust up my ass and I felt a wonderful orgasm quickly building in my belly. Chuck was behind me moaning “yea, take that dick, fuck that tight ass, Take it bitch” and other things while fucking me harder and harder onto him. My orgasm washed over me and as I shuddered on Chuck’s cock, he grunted loudly and began filling my quivering hole with his hot sperm. Chuck was bucking against me and telling me to “take that nut, take it fuckin deep” until his hips finally settled to the sheets and I sat down on his cock still buried deeply in my creamy ass hole. Chuck was rubbing my back and saying how fucking good it was and how it was worth the price just to fuck my ass.
I slipped from Chuck’s cock, went straight to the bathroom, got a hand towel, a warm washcloth, returned to Chuck and cleaned him thoroughly. As I handled him he rested against the headboard with that silly ass smile that men get after they have cum and just watched me wordlessly. I threw the soiled towels on the floor and chuck asked for his drink on my way back, which I handed him before picking up my wine cooler and sitting on the edge of the bed. Initially I thought that this was just a rest break, but after we had chatted about different things for maybe 15 minutes Chuck said that he needed to shower and get his ass home. I stood to go with him but he waved me back down as he closed the bathroom door. After Chuck had dressed and left, I checked the envelope he had passed to me on his way out and found that he too had either tipped me well or paid for the entire night, in either case, I was very pleased. I then showered, dressed, went home, retrieved my son before ten PM and went to bed.
One day, several weeks later Kevin called for one of our weekly chats, he gave me a guys phone number and told me to tell him that Kevin referred me and then gave me a code word. He then went on to tell me that it was a swinger club that met a couple times a month and was for women who wanted black men. He explained that he had never attended, but that several of his clients were deeply involved in it. Kevin also explained that they filmed their parties, just so I wouldn’t be surprised.
Another week or so went by before I dialed the number and heard Tom’s deep voice for the first time. I told him what Kevin had told me to say, and Tom’s manner seemed to change a bit, became more friendly and outgoing. We chatted for maybe 5 minutes where I basically answered a bevy of questions from Tom before he finally gave me the next party date, location, and another code word to give at the door. It all sounded so James Bond to me that it took me the entire next week for me to decide whether I even wanted to give it a try.
It was a Friday night in late May of 2002 when I drove into the parking lot of the expensive hotel north of the main part of the city and locked the van. I asked for the proper guest at the desk and was sent to a suite on the third floor. When the door opened I was looking at a six foot black man of about 35 or so, he asked how he could help me and I gave him the code word that Tom had given me and the copy of the lab report that I had been told to have. He steeped back allowing me to pass into the suite and closed the door. Turning, he took another close look at me and said that he was Tom and asked if I was Nikki. After saying yes he said that I looked beautiful tonight and guided me into the main parlor of the suite. There were probably 20 people already there mixing and drinking, some soft soul music played from somewhere, but the thing that caught my eye most was the amount of camera equipment and lights that were scattered around. I queried Tom about the cameras and he said that they recorded only for club use and fuzzed out faces and tattoos. He offered me a drink and then walked me around introducing me to the other guests. The ladies varied in age from about my age to over 40 something and the same with body styles, everything from slim and petite to the fairly plump. Most had wedding rings on but Tom had only introduced two ladies as being married to men that were there. The men also varied in age from their 20’s to 40’s but most were in fine shape with the exception of a few that were a bit fat. I counted a total of 13 men and 8 of us ladies and asked if this was the whole group. Tom explained that they had about 50 total members but rarely did more than this show up at any one get together. He wandered off and I began mingling with some of the ladies and found that they were all happy to explain the way this swinging thing worked. The more they explained, the more I liked the whole system. These were people who came here to have hot nasty sex and a good time. The best part to me was being able to say no to one guy and yes to another if you wanted, this was an option that had never been open to me before and that one rule convinced me to give this a try. Then the gals began breaking down the guys, giving me a full description of each mans assets and sexual preferences. I also learned why there were so many married ladies. Most were cheating on their husbands who thought that they were somewhere else tonight but a few had white husbands who knew where they were and why, but were ok with it. I had heard of cuckolds before but this was my first time around anyone who lived this way so I asked this gal to explain it to me. She was very open in her description of her marriage, they loved each other but he had never (in her words) satisfied her sexually so with their marriage in danger he had told her to get some on the side. She went on and explained that she made him bring her to this group several years earlier and offer her to the men, that in doing this it became their decision, not just hers. He was out of town but she said that he normally would be here tending to her needs and watching. It all seemed strange to me but who was I to talk.
Soon the lights dimmed somewhat and couples began dancing to the music. I was standing to the side when a tall black man of about 40 came over, introduced himself as Bill and asked me to dance. As we moved together to the slow music, I could occasionally feel this mans cock brush against my thigh and without having to even look I could tell that he was sporting a nice fat cock that was already semi-hard. Couples around us began making out and disrobing each other before moving toward comforters that were scattered around the large suite. Bill leaned in close and said that he knew that this was my first time here, so I shouldn’t feel like I had to join in if I didn’t want to. But as we danced there together, his cock touching me and seeing the couples here and there, fucking and sucking each other, I knew that I wanted to join in. I slid my hand from Bill’s back and slipped it between us, rubbing his hardness through his trousers before telling him that I was ready to give it a go if he was. He took my hand and walked us toward an unoccupied blanket on the floor while telling me that he had been ready ever since I had walked into the room.
I was expecting him to quickly pull my dress from me and ravage me but he began by gently kissing me as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my dress. As he slipped it over my shoulders his mouth moved down to my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. I noticed that there was at least one man filming us as we made out, Bill must have followed my gaze because he whispered in my ear to ignore him and just focus on the pleasure. Bill released my dress and it slipped to the floor leaving me in only panties and bra. The bra was next as bill expertly popped the center clasp one handed while he kissed my neck He knelt before me, kissing my body all the way down to my navel as he went. He said that he was privileged to be the first to welcome me as he hooked his thumbs into my panties and ease them over my hips and off. He leaned in, kissed my mound and said that I smelled like pure sex should smell. I could already feel a fire beginning to rage between my legs and knew that if he parted my pussy lips, my juices would probably gush from me. I had forgotten the camera, I was totally focused on this man and I wanted him within me, and now. I knew that I should have teased him by slowly disrobing him as he had done me but I could wait no longer. I knelt down with him and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from him; next his trousers met the same hasty removal, finally exposing his swollen uncut cock to me. As Bill struggled a bit to get his trousers off over his feet, I wrapped my hand around his wonderful fat cock and savored the feel of it pulsing with his rapid heartbeat. As soon as his was free of his pants, I pulled Bill to me and guided his hardness toward my dripping hole. The feel of his cock head entering me sent an electric shock racing up my spine, making my entire body tremble beneath him. Bill rolled his hips toward me driving his cock deeper into my pussy and my legs automatically pulled up and crossed over his back, allowing him to enter me even deeper. As Bill pressed his tool into me I moaned and told him that it felt wonderful to be filled with his cock. As bill’s balls pressed against me he moaned into my ear that it felt so wonderful to be able to fuck me to the hilt, that some women couldn’t take it all. I kissed his ear and asked him to fuck me with his big cock.
Bill began to work his wonderful, thick 9-inch cock in and out of me, sending ripples of pleasure through me with each stroke. My entire body was tingling so much from Bill’s fucking and kissing and nibbling that I never felt the orgasm coming. It hit with the force of an earthquake, I completely zoned out as I thrashed and bucked underneath Bill’s onslaught. As I opened my eyes, there was Bill looking me directly in the eyes with a huge smile on his face. He blurted out ” holy shit girl, I thought you was gonna buck my ass off”. We both laughed and I told him that I didn’t want him off of me yet, that I wanted him to cum too. He kissed me and said that the only problem he was having was not cumming in my tight little hole. As Bill went back to fucking me, I clamped my pussy on his cock and told him that I didn’t know if it wasn’t him being so wonderfully fat, but whatever case I loved the way he felt.
I could feel Bill’s strong heart pounding louder and louder within his chest as he pumped his cock a little harder and a little faster into me with each full stroke. His constant kissing and nibbling was again brining me to climax and I was able to warn him before the next explosion ripped through me. Just as I was recovering, Bill moaned “ohh shit” and explode within me with enough force that I could feel his hot seed gush into me and fill me almost to overflow. Bill lay there for just a moment before lifting himself from my sweaty breast and asking if we could do that again after he had rested. I looked into his soft brown eyes and told him that he was welcome to service me any time he wished to. He rolled from between my legs, but before I could put my legs down a voice told me not to move, that he had a perfect shot of my hot creamy cunt. I had completely forgotten about the guys and the cameras, but as I looked down between my legs, here was a camera aimed directly at my freshly filled pussy. The cameraman told me that I was going to love the video and then asked if I had something left for a horny brotha in need. I looked toward his crotch and saw that he had a beautiful rock hard cock jutting straight out from his belly. I knew that he was hard because he had just watched Bill and me and I was a little proud of myself that I had affected him. So without hesitation I just reached out to him and told him it would be my pleasure to help him cure his problem. He quickly motioned for another to take over the camera duties and slid between my legs and entered my sperm filled box.
As this new man buried his cock fully into my womb with one powerful shove of his hips, he introduced himself as Mark and said that the tape he had just shot was truly hot stuff. I kissed his ear and told him that we should make an even hotter one. He laughed and said that his 6-inch equipment didn’t compare to Bill’s but that he would try to please me. I locked my legs over his back and whispered into his ear that I could already feel his cock working its magic inside me. Mark wasted no time bringing me to a boil either, he was so worked up from watching Bill and I that he began pounding my pussy hard and fast almost immediately. The power of his fucking had my belly doing flip-flops within minutes and I told him that he was going to make me cum soon. This only spurred Mark on, and he redoubled his efforts to pound my hips into the blanket, forcing me over the edge into a wonderful back clenching orgasm. As my climax subsided I whispered to Mark that I wanted to feel his hot cum flood my pussy, this helped push Mark over the edge and he gripped my ass cheeks and exploded inside me, grunting at each powerful spurt of his baby juice gushed into me. His grip relaxed on my ass cheeks and he slowly withdrew from my now dripping pussy and rolled to my side. I slowly lowered my legs to the carpet, but kept my legs apart for the new camera guy to film whatever he wanted to. I was aware of the camera now and it made me feel sexy in a way to be filmed with these men, it was like the tape I had taken from Ray’s house years ago. Every time I watched it I became very horny and excited, it was as if I could really feel those men inside me again, their cocks pushing and stretching me in all those different ways all over.
This time I didn’t offer myself to the camera guy, I needed some rest and something to drink, so I got up and headed to the ladies room. The action had moved throughout the suite because when I turned the corner into the restroom, here was another couple fucking on the counter top. I turned to leave but the guy told me to go ahead, it didn’t bother them.
When I returned to the main room I just began wandering around seeing what the others were doing and sipping on my now warm drink. It was like walking thorough a room filled with pure sex, everywhere I looked there were people laughing, joking, drinking, fucking, sucking, and just playing sexually with one another. The entire atmosphere of this room was charged with sexual energy and I loved it. I felt completely at home here, naked; sweat soaked, and splattered with sperm, like this is where I should have been all my life. Looking around this mass of other sweaty bodies I realized that these people had struck upon the perfect way to satisfy their sexual needs and fantasies. Each person here could indulge and explore their own individual sexual desires, it was so opposite from my life as a hoe where I was expected to perform for the man without regards to my wants and desires. I made up my mind right then and they’re that I had just found the proper channel for my sexual energy. I would become a swinger, if they would accept me.
As I strolled about I found some women sitting on chairs sucking any cock that was presented to them. I watched them for few minutes until the tingling in my belly forced me to act. I walked over and asked if I could join in and a guy instantly pulled another chair over and said that I was more than welcome. It felt a bit strange to just sit down and suck a guys cock, but then again, it was something that I enjoyed so I decided to go for it. The guy who had gotten me the chair introduced himself as Brad and after I introduced myself I eagerly sat down and guided his 8-inch cock into my mouth. His slender cock slid all the way down my throat until his wet balls pressed against my chin making him groan and comment that I was a gifted cocksucker. His cock smelled like sex and tasted wonderful, I could smell the pungent odor of his sperm and taste it’s saltiness mixed with whatever woman he had just been with, it was intoxicating. His cock grew hard within just a minute or so and he began humping his hips into me in perfect harmony of my efforts. Gently stroking his cock with two fingers of my left hand while fondling his tight balls with my right soon had him moaning with pleasure and begging me to make him cum. I ran the index finger of my right hand down the back side of his balls and began massaging that area of skin that lies between a mans balls and his ass. As soon as I began this treatment I could feel his groin tighten and his cock erupted into my waiting mouth. His hand had dropped to my head and he gently held me there until I had swallowed every drop of his salty seed before his hand released me and he stepped back.
I got up and continued my stroll around the room, sipping my drink and savoring the way it and the semen tasted together. I found Tom sitting on a couch watching the goings on and asked if he wanted company. He patted the seat next to him and I plopped down and surveyed his body as he surveyed mine. Tom is about 6’2 or 3, fairly slender and toned. He appeared to work out enough to keep any flab from forming on his jet-black frame. His flaccid cock lay on the leather cushion between his legs, and appeared to be fairly thick and maybe 8 or so inches if it were hard. He asked if I was enjoying my first visit and I smiled and told him that I not only enjoyed it but I was hoping to become a permanent member. His left hand had slipped down to his cock and he was now slowly stroking himself as he replied that I would be accepted without a problem and he would give me a copy of the club rules later. The sight of him stroking his cock made my juices begin to flow again to the point that I finally asked if I could help and placed my hand over his. Tom removed his hand and let me take charge, so I slipped from the couch and knelt between his legs and guided his semi-hard cock into my mouth as I peered into his eyes. His eyelids fluttered as my lips closed around his cock and my tongue began circling his cock head. Again, I could taste not only his sperm but also whomever the woman was that he had been with. Tom’s hands clasped both side of my head and he rolled his head back against the cushion as I slipped my mouth down his entire cock until I could feel it entering my throat. I forced myself to remain in this position and swallow several times, clamping my throat on his cock as if it was my pussy before sliding back up to catch a breath. Tom moaned that it felt wonderful when I swallowed his cock like that so I did it several more times before his cock finally reached it’s fully swollen state, preventing me from further deep throat action, he was just too fat when hard to swallow. His hands pulled me from his swollen cock and he asked if I wanted to fuck, I smiled and slid from between his legs and straddled his lap, allowing him to guide me down onto his rigid manhood. As soon as he had me impaled on his hard cock he repositioned my legs upward against the seat back and cupped one of my ass cheeks in each of his hands. With my feet on the cushion beside his hips and my knees almost in his armpits, his cock felt like it was a foot long as he began pulling me up and off his cock before dropping me back down to his lap. The sensation of being deep fucked like this was awesome and I told him that it truly felt wonderful. Tom laughed and told me that it felt like his cock was trapped in a velvet vise and that this was the way he always dreamed of dieing, “fucking some hot tight pussy”. My belly was churning already and I began pressing myself back down his cock with more and more urgency and force. Just as I was struck by a tremendous orgasm, I noticed that Tom was no longer holding me, I was pounding myself onto his cock and he was just enjoying the ride. My climax hit me hard, making Tom hold me to him until it subsided. He continued to pound his cock into me for another minute or so before slamming my hips against his and pumping his black seed directly into my womb. It felt wonderful to be completely full of cock and cum but my legs were beginning to cramp so I reluctantly slid from his cock and leaned back on the couch beside him.
As we rested in silence for a few moments I again reviewed my decision to become part of this group and could find no drawback to joining it. I had enjoyed a wonderful evening and had done exactly what I had wanted to do, had enjoyed some really good sex, met some nice people, and best of all, had no worries about catching something bad because of the testing policy of the members. I finally said my goodbyes to Tom, got my list of group rules and he told me that he would call in a day or two about my status and the next party. Dressed and heading for the door, Bill stopped me and gave me a sensual goodnight kiss before passing me his card and asking for my phone number too. He said if it were ok he would call for a date, maybe later in the week. After telling him that I would enjoy that, I slipped from the room, and went home as an almost official swinger.
My next diary post will be entitled “The Truth About Nikki – pt12 – adding to the family

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True Story

About Missy – 1

Introduction: (Jan 2005)
In the story “Mail order sex slave” posted under her name, Cathy used my first name for the main character. Missy’s not an uncommon name so I shouldn’t have been offended, and wasn’t. In fact, I’d like to think she sort of had me in mind, because the idea of appearing in a porno story excites me the way flashing my pussy does when I’m at a nudist beach with Katlin (and sometimes Cathy). But I’m not much like the young girl in the story, either in age or appearance. – Yours, Missy
Incidentally since she doesn’t spell everything out, Missy is 18, 5-10, 130 pounds, 36C-25-37 and very pretty. Guys seem to like to know that sort of stuff about us. And in this case the story is actually about the girl writing it, so I guess it might matter. Obviously she’s hardly petite like the girl in my original story. The real Missy looks more like a super model than a china doll. She has long blonde hair and looks Scandinavian. Aslo, since much of this story involves Katlin, we checked with her first. But, like Missy, she was delighted. – Cathy Cook
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About Missy
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There was nothing good about eighth grade until I became friends with Katlin. I didn’t like any of my teachers, I hated school, and mostly my father up and left before I finished seducing him.
Mom had been treating daddy like shit for years. I guess fourteen years earlier she should have gone ahead and gotten the abortion. But then, where would I be? Anyway, she’d never wanted to get married and started having affairs maybe three months after I’d gotten myself born. When I was seven or eight she stopped having sex with dad, though she’d do it in the back seat of a car with almost anyone else. About the time I turned twelve I had my first period and realized that there were now two women in the house and at least one of us should be nice to daddy. But he seemed as opposed to incest as he was extra-marital affairs.
I did get him to fondle me a bit, usually starting with long, lingering hugs. Sometimes I’d sit in his lap and he’d put his arms around my waist. I could feel his erection pressing in to my fanny so why shouldn’t I move his hands to my crotch and tits? It had taken two years to get from mild tit squeezes to finger fucks but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before I got him to pop my cherry. I hadn’t been cultivating any boyfriends because I already had a lover. He was just slow in admitting it. Then suddenly he was gone!
It would have been wonderful if mom had moved out and not dad. Not only did he move out, but he moved far away. The divorce settlement could have gone worse for mom, but my father didn’t give his lawyer a free rein. My mother had a good job and a bad reputation. It had never made the papers, but her infidelity was well known. Only he and I knew that his fear of incest was what had finally driven him out. Even his lawyer assumed he’d just gotten fed up with a wife who’d been openly cheating for their entire marriage.
There was no alimony in the settlement. Mom kept the house and got a fairly good child support allowance. She was really pissed when I turned 18 last June and dad started sending the checks to me instead of her! For four years she’d treated the money as hers. She hadn’t even intended to spend much of it on my college bills, making me take out huge loans. Mom actually went to the judge and demanded she continue getting the money, which got her no where. In fact, according to the court settlement he didn’t have to pay anyone anything after I turned 18. Next Sandy demanded I endorse the checks to her.
I did that only until I went away to college last August. Now I don’t and now she no longer talks to me. When I went home last Thanksgiving and last month for Christmas to see my friends, I stayed at Katlin’s mother’s house. One afternoon during the break and while my mother was at work, Katlin and I went over to the house and moved out anything personal I wanted to keep. There wasn’t much and most of it went in the back of a closet in Katlin’s house. Now I can get to things easily without having to risk an encounter with my mother. I’m bigger than her so why am I’m afraid of her?
After dad left, I started getting interested in boys my age. It was about the same time I suddenly becoming good friends with Katlin, though we’d known each other since the beginning of sixth grade. Katlin had lost her father several years earlier and she was very sympathetic. Our situations were somewhat different. My father was still alive, still loved me and sometimes visited me. But my mother and I hated each other while Kira is the nicest mother a girl could want.
Of course, Katlin and I shared that other interest, boys. And she hadn’t been spinning her wheels like me. One of her current guys, Robert, was in ninth grade, already in high school, which was a big deal although he was only a year older than us. Almost immediately she decided that Robert was going to fix me up with Kevin, a guy she really had the hots for but only knew through Robert. She was sure Kevin was the kind of guy who was already “going all the way”. And Katlin and I wanted nothing more than to “go all the way” with a guy, maybe any guy as long as he’d officially rupture our hymens. With the use of dildos, however, it would only be “official”, not real. Katlin and I had both taken care of the actual destruction of our cherries, first on ourselves and, almost immediately, doing it to each other. Before I got to be good friends with Katlin I never realized that a dildo feels ten times better when someone else is pushing it inside me, even another girl. I’d never actually given myself an orgasm with either a dildo or my fingers. But the first time Katlin licked my pussy lips I exploded all over her face. From then on she could do almost anything to me and get me to cume.
I didn’t give Katlin her first climax, however, because Robert had beaten me to it. While they weren’t “going all the way” they were pretty hot and heavy into oral sex. Katlin had taught herself how to do deep throat using Bob’s penis. And apparently Bob had loved every step of the process. He wasn’t all that good about tonguing her vagina and wouldn’t go near her anus. But by kissing and licking her pussy lips and clit, he was giving her orgasms every time. And often she’d give herself a climax just by sucking his dick, especially when she had the whole thing down inside her throat. At first this had scared her because she couldn’t breathe for short periods of time. But once she got past that and started feeling erotic about having him fully inside her, it became orgasmic. One thing she hadn’t done, but was tempted to do, was suck him without taking a break until she lost consciousness. She’d warned Robert that if she passed out he must immediately stop fucking her throat. But so far that hadn’t happened.
It’s amazing how quickly Katlin and I became lovers, actually only a matter of hours. We had both stayed after school one day in March in 2000 for a play rehearsal in which we both had minor parts. So we walked home together, living only two streets away from each other. I started telling Katlin about my father leaving, and about the impending divorce. It turned out even Katlin had heard about Sandy’s infidelities, but not that my mother and I were also on such bad terms. And now I was stuck in the house with the parent I hated while the one I loved was gone!
Of course, she asked me to come over to her house for what was left of the afternoon. My mom and I hardly ever even ate dinner together so I could probably have stayed as long as I wanted. But I didn’t dare not show up without telling her first. So I just planned to stay for a few hours.
Katlin’s house was almost as empty as mine. Her older sister was away to college and her father had died several years earlier. But Katlin loved her mother and it felt like Cathy was still very much a part of the family. Katlin showed me her older sister’s bedroom and it looked neat but lived in. Then she dragged me over to Cathy’s dresser and opened up one of the drawers. Behind a pile of sexy underwear were two unopened boxes each containing twelve condoms!
“That’s my ace in the hole if Robert doesn’t buy some himself soon! Cathy won’t mind. She even knows that I know they’re there. I think she left them there for me, just in case I needed them. Kira would get me some if I asked, but it’s easier to do stuff like this with an understanding sister, even one six years older than me.”
“What’s Cathy like?”
“Nice but strange, especially for a girl. She was already 18 when she did it for the first time. Yet she was doing deep throat when she was fifteen. You know everyone in my family is a nudist, don’t you?”
The sudden change of subject was disconcerting. And no, I hadn’t known. I didn’t know I knew any nudists. In fact I had all the usual wrong impressions about nudity. I didn’t know that some nudists are obnoxiously “moral”. Katlin’s family just seemed to enjoy beaching and camping naked. Her parents weren’t religious fanatics. But they weren’t swingers either. Kira, now that she was again single by reason of having become a young widow, could probably pick up guys on the make very easily walking around naked on a free beach, but didn’t. Kira had just turned 43 and was still stunning, much prettier than Sandy who was only 34. Yet my mom thought she was God’s gift to men. She’d dress up like a whore, go to bars and get herself laid, without even insisting on a motel room. I think she actually preferred parking lots. Sometimes she’d pretend she was still in her twenties if the guy didn’t know her daughter was prettier, taller and had bigger tits. I think she’s glad she doesn’t have to be seen with me anymore even though she does miss the “child support” checks.
Although I was interested in Katlin’s family being nudists, I was still more interested in her hand that was now fondling my breasts. I’d never been touched like that before except by my father. I didn’t know it could feel so good when a girl was doing it. I leaned back and sighed, letting the box of condoms drop back into the drawer. Katlin’s only a few inches shorter than me and I found myself comfortably leaning my head back on her shoulder, relaxing, letting my legs open up as if wanting more. Without thinking, my body seemed to know where her caresses should go next. I was wearing jeans and suddenly they felt like unwanted baggage.
“Do nudists go naked in their own house?” I asked mostly as a suggestion.
“Kira, Cathy and I do. And my dad did when he was alive. I don’t know what other nudists do.”
“I think I’d like to be a nudist!”
We went into Katlin’s bedroom, where we each undressed the other. I don’t know why it was so much fun doing it that way, but I knew it would be. Katlin then told me that while she was heavy into the oral sex with her boyfriend and had already sucked two other boys as well, she’d never made love to another girl. And it was obvious to both of us that we were about to make love. Being bigger, I suppose I’d have made the better dyke. But Katlin seemed to like taking control. Maybe I just wasn’t being fast enough for her.
At almost fourteen, my pubic hair was already as thick as it is ever going to get. Perhaps it goes along with being blonde. When I first developed, I was almost embarrassed that except up close it didn’t look like I had any pubic hair. But then my tits got big so that no one could look at me and think “immature”. Since I’ll never have a photogenic beaver, more recently I’ve just kept it shaved, going for the naked pussy look. Some guys like girls with big thick black beavers. But I can’t offer that anyway.
Katlin loved my sparse nearly invisible pubic hair telling me that it seemed funny for a girl to have naked pubes who was almost six feet tall and had large breasts. She may have said funny, but her tongue told me she was delighted. And her tongue delighted me. So much so that I got feeling funny all over, sort of shaking and twitching and wondering what was wrong with me. And while Katlin’s mouth was doing things to my pussy lips and clitoris I found myself squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Then suddenly but gently I felt her tongue slip down inside me and I discovered what all the twitching was leading up to. Until then I’d had this idea that an orgasm was something you had when a boy stuck his penis inside your vagina. I didn’t know it could happen other ways and I didn’t know it didn’t always happen when a girl had intercourse with a guy. Somewhere between my pussy lips a little hole I didn’t even know was there opened up and squirted out my love juice all over Katlin’s face. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt wonderful!
And then I did something totally unfair. I fell asleep! And I had this most wonderful dream about falling in love with a girl. When I woke up, or maybe regained consciousness, Katlin was still patiently licking me, cleaning up the mess as if my cume was the best tasting nectar in the world. We both smiled at each other and she continued licking and kissing me all over, not just between my legs.
Eventually I regained enough control of myself to take an active part in our love making. Katlin took her turn lying spread eagle on her back on her queen sized bed. I started with her lips, kissing her gently, my new and only female lover. I licked and kissed her neck and noticed that her nipples were enlarged and stiff, and also sensitive. I felt between her lower lips and found her clitoris quite easily. It was in the same condition of excitement as her nipples. I love sucking Katlin’s nipples. As I did so for the first time she arched herself, throwing her head back and let out a long sigh. I could feel her left nipple seemingly grow between my lips and the other one between my fingertips. I bit gently on the one between my teeth and she screamed so I stopped immediately.
“Oh that felt so good! I think you made me cume”, she sighed.
I took this as a suggestion to investigate. Between Katlin’s legs she’d suddenly become much wetter. Where my fingers went I soon followed with my lips. Because I had my mouth in the right place, and because she gave me a second’s warning, I got her next climax right in my mouth. My cume isn’t the best tasting cume in the world, because Katlin’s is better. And maybe we both even prefer male cume anyway. But this was my first time tasting cume, male or female. And I loved it as much as I loved Katlin.
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Kevin turned out to be everything Katlin and I hoped for. She arranged a double date for us the following weekend. I wasn’t sure what to tell my mother. She didn’t seem to care much what I did, but I had this feeling I shouldn’t let her know I was enjoying myself. Going to Katlin’s house every afternoon was something she hardly noticed. But dating might mean sex. And my mom liked to think I wasn’t old enough for that. So I told her I was spending the evening with Katlin and had been invited to spend the weekend.
“Good, because I’m having dinner with a friend,” she responded. About the only thing Sandy ever ate on dates was cume. This just meant she wasn’t planning to have dinner with me.
Well, for once I was hoping to have at least a snack of male cume myself. I’d still go for a regular meal as well. Being active and young and tall, I don’t have to watch my calories the way my mom does. Of course, I wasn’t certain about what was going to happen with Kevin. But if he was willing, there was not going to be any of this first date shit for this girl. I was more than ready to get fucked and Kevin looked awfully good to me. Of course, Bob and Katlin were still at the oral stage themselves, so I wasn’t really counting on anything more myself.
The date was for dinner, a movie and some partying afterwards. Being in tenth grade and already 16, Kevin had a license, though he wasn’t supposed to drive after dark except with members of his family for the first year. He simply dismissed this by saying we were all “like family” and Katlin and I were very impressed! Hell, it didn’t matter. We were going fucking, not drinking. And when did a guy get so he couldn’t drive just because he’d gotten himself laid?
The big question was where? Katlin and I knew it was going to be up to us. The car was the obvious answer, but not the preferred one. Then Kira stepped up to the plate. She knew what we had planned and made no attempt to stop us. In fact, Thursday she informed us that she’d have to be away for the weekend and wouldn’t be around to help us entertain our boyfriends. To this day, I think she only arranged that weekend trip so we could have the run of her house. I guess Kira was a horny teenage girl once herself.
The date was for Friday night, though Katlin and Bob were seeing each other often twice on weekends. I think, though there was nothing set up officially, that it was understood that if Kevin liked me he’d be seeing me again the next day. Dinner and the movie were great, I think. I don’t remember what anyone ate or what the movie was, but I loved playing with Kevin under the table and feeling his hands inside my clothes during the movie. I doubt I even knew while I was “watching” it what the movie was. We left the movie, got in the car, me in the front with Kevin, and right there he started undressing me. I was so horny I almost forgot our arrangement, but then Katlin spoke up in the back seat while fending off Bob’s groping fingers.
“No, let’s go to my house!” she suggested.
“But your mom will be there.”
“Nope, she’s away for the weekend!”
You could see the lights flash in both sets of male eyes. Obviously they’d never had two willing members of the opposite sex in the privacy of a house before. Nor had we. But we’d known about it for more than a day.
“Did you know” I asked them, “that Katlin and her mom are both nudists? And there’s a rule that females are not allowed to wear anything inside her house? I guess guys are allowed to choose. But Katlin told me she and I have to undress just inside the front door. I hope neither of you mind?”
My teasing was almost too effective. Kevin, who wasn’t that experienced a driver anyway, almost crashed the car. I guess there are other things besides alcohol that can impair a guy’s driving. Later I realized that neither guy, of course, had ever had group sex. In fact they were both virgins! In spite of their lack of experience, they were either quick learners or just naturally talented. Before I said anything, neither guy had imagined we would let both of them see both of us naked. The proper thing was for each couple to go into a separate bedroom.
“There is one exception to the girl undressing herself once she’s inside the door. If there’s a guy present who wants to do it, she has to let him have the honor.” I was making up “rules” right and left and having loads of fun! My next rule was that the guys had to undress the other one’s date. And do us one at a time so every one got to watch the girl being stripped. The only real problem was, who got naked first. I wanted it to be me. But we all knew Katlin deserved the right of first exposure.
A girl who looks pretty with her clothes on is usually pretty with her clothes off, especially if her breasts don’t sag. Katlin has firm breasts, and a yummy figure. She’s got the same figure as her older sister Cathy, but she looks like a clone of her mother, which means she’s both shapely and gorgeous. Katlin and Cathy differ in other ways from the neck up. Cathy’s an engineer. Katlin’s into traditional girl things, like music, drama, and getting fucked in eighth grade. And she wasn’t hiding that fact from Kevin and Bob any more than she was hiding her pussy lips. Of course, she also has this full, thick mat of pubic hair which she trims carefully and loves showing off.
Kevin, following my rules, was undressing her while Robert and I watched, Robert a bit popeyed. I’d seen Katlin naked and in good light before. But maybe he’d never gotten that good a look at the beauty he’d fondled many times. Or maybe Katlin’s body just always affects a man that way even if it’s not the first time he’s seen her naked. Several times, when Kevin seemed a bit shy, she took his hand and rubbed it against whatever part of her body it was nearest. I got a little jealous, or maybe just horny. So when she held Kevin’s hand to her breasts or crotch I did the same with Robert’s. It wasn’t quite as much fun for me because he had to feel me up through my clothes. But his erection told me that he was not uninterested in my body.
When Katlin finally admitted she was naked and there was nothing else Kevin needed to do, it became my turn to be undressed. I guess Kevin continued fondling Katlin but I hardly noticed or cared. Kevin wasn’t my lover, just my date. If things stayed switched I didn’t mind Bob becoming my lover. No, not at all. I wasn’t sure how he might feel about Kevin fucking Katlin before he’d ever actually done it, but I knew Katlin didn’t care. Ultimately she wanted both guys and didn’t care which one was the first to put his penis inside her vagina.
Another thing we discussed the previous day was the rubbers. Katlin and I were both pretty sure it was the wrong time of the month for both of us, she less than a week after her period and mine due any day. So we decided that we’d do it au natural this first time. And we both promised that it would be only this once, that we’d use Cathy’s condoms the next time. But a girl’s got to feel a naked penis inside her some time, so why not the first time?
At first I was going to help Bob so that I could get naked quicker. But it was so much fun being undressed that I found myself just enjoying it like a spectator, watching my own seduction with almost disbelief in how much I was enjoying it. Bob was very good at undressing girls. He’d practiced with Katlin, and maybe others. Getting half naked and making out was pretty standard stuff I guess for girls our age. I’d sort of missed that myself because I was too involved with my father, so I was probably enjoying the anticipation even more than they did.
I felt my blouse unbuttoned, and saw my bra revealed like a work of art. It practically was a work of art and wasn’t particularly cheap either. My tits looked beautiful with my nipples showing through the delicate lace. Because they’re big my tits sag a small amount, and I look better with a bra on under a blouse. But this particular bra was designed to be seen much more than provide support. My skirt was both short and slinky and Bob had a little trouble unbuttoning it. But every few seconds he’d fondle my buns so I didn’t get impatient. My panties were also a work of art and Bob was properly appreciative. They were lacy, thin, stretchy, and gathered my pussy lips into little bulges that looked like a female offering. A thin elastic thread vertically up the back gathered the panties in to my crack so that each cheek was shapely revealed. When I’d modeled for Katlin the day before she said I looked good enough to eat. I sure hoped so! My undies were intended to make a girl look naughty and naked and sexier than naked. And I think they did. For a while Bob only wanted to admire me with them on. I wonder if guys have any idea how much trouble we go to to look sexy? I must have spent a hour choosing the panties so that Bob could admire them for about 30 seconds. And it was worth it!
“You have to take them off sometime. You can’t fuck me with them on. They’re too delicate and will rip!”
After I said this he slowly finished doing me. Then he picked me up, like a man does his bride and carried me over the threshold of Kira’s bedroom. Robert was only fifteen and I was already nearly full grown and not small. So I was very impressed with his demonstration of strength. For several years I’d been taller than all the boys my age, and probably stronger as well. So this new situation with a boy a year and a half older, was a real joy for me. Both Cathy and Katlin had queen beds in their rooms. But Kira had this huge King, just right for a two couple orgy. This was another item Katlin and I had discussed. She had assured me the cover was washable.
I think while carrying me into the bedroom was when he decided he was going to pop my cherry and let Kevin have Katlin. Or maybe there never was any decision, just the fact that neither guy seemed willing to let go of the girl he was holding. I think this was the first time I realized how easy it is to get what you want when the guy wants it as well!
My actually deflowering happened very quickly. And so did Katlin’s. I let Bob lay me down on the bed but I sat up while he undressed, then insisted on sucking him, making him wet while sticking several fingers inside myself. I then laid back down on the bed, spread my thighs wide apart and waited.
It’s supposed to be hard, but I’d been stretching myself with a dildo I’d stolen from my mother. She had so many I don’t think she ever realized it was missing. Anyway, holding myself wide open I felt first Bob’s tip, then the rest of him, slide up inside me in one smooth slow penetration and suddenly I realized I was no longer a virgin! I was absolutely ecstatic, more pleased with now being a woman than even with that wonderful stuffed feeling I was experiencing. There wasn’t much friction or stretching, just this wonderful feeling of being penetrated to my innermost being. I never guessed that this would make me feel suddenly so different about someone. But Bob was now my God, the most wonderful thing that had ever walked the face of the Earth! Right then I would have died for him! I could even imagine spending the rest of my life making love to only one man if he would have me. I was pretty gonzo!
When I was convinced life couldn’t get better, he started moving inside me and I discovered how wrong I was. I could have fainted with delight. Maybe I did faint when my first orgasm hit. I learned there were orgasms and there were orgasms, and this compared to the ones I’d had with Katlin was a super orgasm! I felt it start somewhere like in my fingertips or my toes or legs. It certainly hit my inner thighs and fanny and my anus before erupting in my love hole. This time my gushing love juice found a male erection for its proper target. I had to close my eyes because it felt like they were going to pop out. And all the time my wonderful lover kept fucking me with just the right amount of force.
Maybe any amount would have been the right amount. In my eyes and in my body, Bob could do no wrong. The guys weren’t supposed to cume after fucking us. But then Katlin and I were supposed to be fucking each other’s partner as well. I couldn’t remember any of our great plans, hers and mine. Right then, with my legs wide open and wrapped around his waist and his penis deep inside me, I didn’t want to do anything except anything Bob wanted. My wonderful lover Robert! So it’s no wonder we just kept fucking, I suffering several more orgasms, until I felt Bob’s erection start to twitch inside me. He wanted to cume inside my vagina! Oh, how wonderful! I encouraged him and was rewarded. As he gushed inside me I felt my own sex let loose again, and was helpless to prevent mixing my love juices with his, though his were mostly deep inside me and mine where mostly all over the base of his penis.
And it was only ten-thirty in the evening!
About a half hour later I started reviving, returning to this mundane plane of existence. Apparently Katlin’s virginity had received the axe about the same time mine had. Neither of us had paid the least attention to what the other two people sharing the bed were doing. There was this problem with curfews. Not mine or Katlin’s. The two of us were free to fuck the whole night away. But the boys, no, the men, had made no such plans. We were so clever in planning everything. But if we’d let them in on the surprise they could have pretended to be spending the night at each other’s house or something. Neither had a definite curfew because people always expected the guys could stay out as long as the girls. But both said they’d better show up before two, which meant leaving our bed around one in the morning. Robert had planned on seeing Katlin early in the afternoon after finishing up some errands. Kevin was pretty sure he’d be free for another “hot date”. His mother was visiting her mother and his father never said no.
So it was arranged. The boys would be taking us hiking then to dinner and the movies again. But in actually, they were going to hide their car in the garage so that we could spend the whole day the way we wanted, fucking.
While he was fucking me, Robert was the only man in the world worth fucking. But about an hour later I made no objection when the guys wanted to change partners. I felt a little jilted but even more excited. After all, wasn’t it Kevin I’d planned to have inside me in the first place? And now that I’d had a chance to think about it, hadn’t that been Katlin’s voice screaming out her pleasure right next to me when he was doing the deed to her? The idea of getting his penis inside me suddenly seemed like a wonderful idea. It certainly turned out to be a wonderful experience. When the guys finally got off of us leaving two well fucked females, now women, lying spread eagle on the bed next to each other, I could hardly move. I heard them washing, then dressing, then letting themselves out the front door. Sometime later after the sound of their car had long passed, I felt the bed move slightly. Katlin’s lips were on mine and I heard her say something sweet and loving to me, but I don’t know what. It was daylight when I woke up.
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After I became a woman in the biblical sense, dad’s occasional visits got a lot easier to handle. I remember telling him over dinner in a nice restaurant that I was no longer a virgin. And I remember his response word for word:
“Good. You needed someone to do it for you.”
He then went on to asking me how school was going and how was I managing with my mom, almost as if she were some stranger, not a woman he’d been married to for fourteen years. My deflowering was something he seemed to consider simply a good achievement on my part, like getting an extra “A” on my report card. From then on we’ve been simply good friends. I don’t try to seduce him and he almost seems to forget I ever tried.
But this doesn’t mean I wouldn’t still like to if he ever became interested. Maybe I could show him some things I’ve learned. In high school Katlin and I probably had more sex than my mom was having, though with far fewer guys. We just weren’t being sluttish about being sluts. Like the time I lost my cherry. It was delightful romantic and Robert and Kevin still love me today. I know I made it almost as good for them as they did for me.
But the most wild thing Katlin and I did was hook up with Mark for most of our senior year. Mark is almost seven years older than us, and we were a month short of seventeen when we first met him. Katlin is two days older than me and for five years now her mom has always had a party for both of us on June 8, the day in between. I never even mentioned these parties to my mom. I almost think it was a surprise to her when I turned 18 last summer.
Katlin likes to flirt with men older than her. She knew Mark was probably in his mid twenties, and pretended she was also. They got talking in the grocery line and were lovers a few hours later and several days passed before she told him the truth about her age. In our state, sixteen is the age of consent so there was no legal risk for him. But God help him if he took a picture of Katlin with her nipples exposed. They’d nail him for child pornography, in spite of the fact that being a nudist in a family of nudists, Katlin has posed naked for pictures most of her young life.
The next day she could hardly wait to tell me about her affair with an “older” man. And naturally, I wanted to meet him. In high school, by the time you’re a senior, no one is surprised if you fuck your boyfriend. Katlin and I went a bit beyond that having started, both of us, in eighth grade. Nor did we feel we had to restrict ourselves to just one boy, though we didn’t advertise having multiple affairs. We acted like nice girls so teachers and guys who didn’t know us assumed we were. Boys we dated, however, were happy to have sex even if we weren’t “going steady” with the particular boy. I was presently having sex with two boys, one of whom Katlin had had a long affair with previously. We loved talking about their techniques, especially if we’d both had sex with the same guy.
The next day Katlin was supposed to meet Mark at his apartment. So I showed up with her. When he opened the door he didn’t seemed happy to see me. So instead of shaking his hand, I swarmed into his arms. His open mouthed expression of surprise was perfect for Frenching. I’m a big girl, so I didn’t have to reach up much to grab his head and press my lips into his open ones. In a position like that, with my arms wrapped around him and my tongue in his mouth he could do nothing but cooperate. In seconds the fondling became mutual. And that afternoon we showed Mark that making love to two girls at once can be even more fun! For a year about all we did with him was fuck in his apartment. Once he knew we were only seventeen then both of us looked seventeen to him. And he was afraid everyone else would also see him as a cradle robber. The fact that Katlin and I were known to lots of people in our relatively small city meant his fears would probably be realized. So both of us continued dating our high school boyfriends and only fucking Mark in his apartment, but doing it very often and usually together.
Here in college, my sex life hasn’t changed much. Different guys is about all. I don’t have any girlfriends I’m close to like Katlin so I email her all the time. I don’t have any one here who’s close who I can brag to. In fact, what was risqué in high school is pretty normal behavior for girls in college with strong hetro tastes. In fact, just being good looking and willing isn’t even enough to guarantee a girl a date whenever she’s in the mood. My sex life isn’t bad either. But I think I’m going to enjoy this project that Cathy and I seem to be falling into together. And I have a lot more free time in college than Katlin seems to have.
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closing – I started this to let readers know what I’m really like. Cathy and I are already working on several fiction stories including possibly “Zanadu” the expansion of “mail order sex slave”, and “Phoenix” about an 82 year old man who wakes up to find he’s become a luchious 16 year old girl. If enough people want more about my sex life, well, I’ve had plenty of dates in the last four years. – Missy

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You Have Been a Bad Boy…

Just a fantasy of mine. I love role-playing and being submissive. Sorry if the dialogue is not very well done… that has always been my weak link when writing.

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The Ten of Them. Chapter 26

In our last chapter we dealt with the situation with Cindy’s Mom, Sylvia was serving the last six months of her jail term. Sylvia rushed to the emergency room and hospitalized after she nearly died in front of JJ and Kara. During her initial evaluation, her diagnosis was brain cancer requiring emergency surgery. Uncle George helped get her released early for medical treatment and her good behavior.
Storyteller’s notes: I need to warn you, this is another chapter that deals with death and more importantly the death of a loved one. I have tried not to make it to graphic, and deal more with emotional side of this story. This is a real emotional chapter, but I feel it advanced and enriched the overall story. It shows that JJ is not always the hero, and allow some of his other family members to shine. If you been waiting for some of this, you can think Demik.
Demik private messaged me several times, sometimes with a critique sometimes with encouragement and lately with some very good ideas so I included them into the storyline.
Please remember this is fiction, and the facts portrayed are not reality, any and all names were products of my imagination. Please forgive misspelling and misused words. I have done my best to edit and correct them but I am sure I missed a few in the nearly 9293 words. All thanks to Microsoft Word and its recent improvements. Please enjoy it in spite of my failings. I do appreciate the positive comments I have gotten, along with the votes. If I continue to make a mistake, kind of like Kata feel free to PM me.
The Ten of Them. Chapter 26
Composed by Hard93 and Demik.
It is an early Saturday afternoon, and we are relaxing after lunch. Crystal sets in my lap and Sam leans against me both asleep in the warm sun light that shines through the glass keeping out the cool air of late winter. We enjoy the quiet after a boisterous morning. Ms. Clark brought the girls over so they can enjoy the pool. We took the opportunity to have a makeup birthday party for Cindy; it was a surprise to Cindy and her mother Sylvia as well, Because Cindy’s sixth birthday had passed during early December nearly two months before. Sylvia imprisoned at the time, and the orphanage could not provide one for Cindy.
Sylvia had begun her cancer treatment, although she was only beginning to feel the full effects of her chemo she was weak and had very little energy. Sylvia did enjoy watching her daughter splash in the pool and enjoy yourself. I was still Cindy’s foster father, although we were letting her sleep at Sylvia’s apartment during the weekends. Daniel, Kara and Karen left to help Sylvia this afternoon.
The Coach was working on this project with his crew, I tried not to think of it because Kathryn would learn of her surprise but given her smug grin, I think it is too late. I think, do not ruin the surprise for the rest of your sisters. Kathryn sticks her tongue out at me in response to my thoughts.
Charles, Jane, Mitch and Jim walk in followed by Ron and Reese. Charles grins seeing the sleeping girls, Mitch shakes his head with a smile, Ron and Reese’s eyes spark with laughter, and I can tell Jane just wants to scoop them up.
Ron says quietly, “Major Denton call this morning he wanted to know how Sam is doing.”
I raise an eyebrow not knowing whom he refers to. Charles says quietly in a voice so smooth it would not wake the lightest sleeper, “He was our executive officer, and he just decided to retire. He was the last person to challenge you on the punch omatic.”
I smile and softly say, “The officer who gave me my coin.” Without disturbing the girls, I slide one hand in a pocket and remove the silver dollar sized coin. I roll it across my knuckles. When Ron, Mitch and Charles removes a similar coin from their pockets, I remember what they told me of unit coins. As long as you have one when someone else brings one out you do not have to pay for the next round at a bar or restaurant, if you are the person who brought it out you are the challenger. If everyone else has one and displays it, the challenger buys the next round.
Smiling I say, “I guess Bobby’s and Mary’s for dinner tonight.” Jim instantly notices that, it is not that he does not appreciate his mother’s cooking; he is just very sweet on Bobby’s youngest daughter Debs. Charles, Ron, and Mitch suppressed their laughter as Jim, even thou he works there and it is his night off, eagerly shakes his head yes.
Ron asks, “How did you get that coin?”
I reply, “Major Denton gave it to me.”
Ron and Charles look a little shocked. Ron says, “I have only seen him hand out three in the time I was in service.” Charles shakes his head in agreement knowing the Major.
Therefore, I began telling the story about how he challenged my parenthood of Sam. I explained what I told him, and what he said when he tossed me the coin. Ron, Mitch and Charles grins and shake their heads.
In her sleep Sam mumbles, “Love you Daddy.” That brings a bright smile to my face.
Charles says, “One of the only other coins he gave was to Sam’s father. I guess he knows you’re her Daddy now.”
Ron says quietly, “He asked me about you, and if you have done what you said. I related the story about Lester, the pizzeria, and then pointed out that he witnessed one time himself. I reminded him that I was Sam’s godfather and I believe she is exactly where she should be. He chuckled over the phone and he told me you are exactly like Sam’s father in spirit. Then I told him in spirit you are Sam’s father.”
Sam mumbles, “That is right Daddy you are just like Angel Daddy, my father.”
Crystal mumbles in her sleep, “My Daddy too.”
I smiled brightly filling the pride of fatherhood. It is unlike anything else, loved by a child and to love that child totally, is true happiness. Not all the money in the world can buy the feeling you get, you only have to love them that is all it requires to receive this bliss.
Mom takes a photo she is getting very good at catching these lifetime moments I really like to see them, share them with the rest of the family. Mom sets the camera down, gently takes Sam in her arms and Jane takes Crystal, and they are going to put them on their beds.
When they are out of the room Charles chuckles, “You know the more they sleep the faster they grow.”
Remembering a conversation with Alyssa and a promise I made to Joan I say, “I wish I could keep them small forever, but I know that is not possible. All I can do is enjoy the time I get with them.”
Charles looking at his son knows exactly what I am talking about the early years of a child can be the best for the parents. The frustrations come as that child begins to try to prove that they are not a child any longer. I will have to remember that when they wants more responsibility, more freedom that is part of growing up. The long road to adulthood can be very trying to the parents. I really do not know how Mom and Helen did it. They could have told us to stop trying to be an adult too soon.
Charles and Jane asks if they can use the TV room, and I remind them that they should treat this home as their home, remember your Sam’s and Crystal’s grandma and grandpa.
Charles chuckles, “It is just that Jim and Mitch are always playing Xbox or something. Jane and I never get to watch a movie.”
Reese asks, “What movie?”
Before I know it, Ron and Reese have joined Charles and Jane in watching the movie.
Mom, Helen along with Michelle and Kathryn are in the kitchen, and they bring a snack to the dining table, one of Kathryn’s cravings has me ravenous. Kathryn set the plate made for me beside hers.
Kathryn craved an Elvis sandwich that is a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. If you are unfamiliar with it, first you take two pieces of white bread spread peanut butter on one slice add bananas slices until the next piece of bread barely sticks together. Place the sandwich in a hot skillet with melted butter, toast both sides of the sandwich until the banana is warm soft and sweet, by that time the peanut butter is nearly liquid. Serve with a large glass of milk. They can be heavenly, but very hard on the waistline.
My sister-in-law and our mothers giggle at us as we tear into the sandwiches. Kathryn glares at her sister giving her a look that says, as if you never had one.
Michelle giggles and says, “I swear if I pinched JJ, Kathryn would shout. I hope JJ can stand it when you give birth baby sister.”
That causes Kathryn to think, wanting to test it she reaches down to pinch her rib only to find my hand in the way. On impulse, Kathryn pinches the back of my hand, when she quickly lets go and says, “Ouch!” Michelle begins laughing so hard she nearly fell from her chair. Mom and Helen giggle along with Michelle’s laughter.
Looking at Kathryn I say, “You are the one wanted to test Michelle’s theory. Before you ask, I think I can filter it. So yes I can share your pain and you mine, or filter it out.”
Helen says, “I hope you can, because giving birth is not easy.” After taking a deep breath Helen says, “Speaking of hard things, how is Sylvia? She looks a lot better it has been a month since her surgery, and she seems to be recovering quickly from that.”
I begin, “Kara, Daniel, and I took Sylvia and Cindy to that new treatment center they opened downstate. It is only forty-five minutes from her apartment. The doctors there gave her a ten percent chance of recovery, the week after her surgery. A recent breakthrough and MRI done this week and the doctors has increased her chances to sixty percent.”
“Kara and Daniel are overjoyed at the news. Kara and Sylvia have really become great friends. Poor Daniel when he is in the room with the two, is usually outvoted in just gives them whatever they want. I know Sylvia will become weaker because of her treatments in the next few weeks. The effects have just really started hitting her, you saw how week she looked this morning. For the next few months, she is going to spend every weekday at the treatment center. They let her come home on the weekends. She is going to spend the weekends at her apartment with Cindy, Kara and Karen have volunteered to stay with her just in case. That means Daniel probably spent most of his weekends there too.”
“Sylvia impresses them both. Now free of her addiction Sylvia is a great mother to Cindy. Kara and Sylvia have planned out a vacation for after her recovery; together the four of them are going to see the Grand Canyon.”
Before this latest development, Sylvia was watching how Cindy got along with Daniel and Kara. Instead of being jealous of Daniel and Kara, she came to me. She asked if I could get the legal documents drawn up that if something ever occur to her, and giving her condition probably would, that she wanted custody of Cindy to go to Daniel and Kara. Sylvia also asked that I not tell Daniel or Kara. That is something Kathryn knows, but because of my promise to keep it secret, she will keep it too.
Mom states, “It has been a lot busier around here than normal, Crystal’s adoption how is it going?”
Kathryn replies with a smile, “It is going really well, another three weeks and Crystal will be ours permanently. Ms. Clark came back yesterday, we became Crystal’s executors last week, but yesterday she was checking up on Cindy and Crystal. She informed me that the judge in this case has approved Crystal’s adoption is just a matter of time before it becomes legal. Then the signing ceremony like we had with Sam.”
Helen asks, “Did you guys get an invite over to Kara and Daniels tonight for Dinner?”
I reply “Yes, I asked what Kathryn and I should bring but they said nothing just ourselves.”
Helen asks, “I understand she had some news to tell us. You have a clue to what it could be?”
I answer, “No idea could be anything, I know Daniels business has really picked up, and he has been designing everything from businesses, to new homes and doing renovations. Kara has been helping Sylvia as much as she can after school. I know she has been busy as well with school, and the martial arts classes though she does seem distracted, maybe a little depressed.”
Helen says, “You think Daniel and her are having problems already? If he is hurting my daughter so help…”
Cutting Helen off I say, “No I think it is more to do with the fact she is torn over the situation with Cindy, and she is envious of Kathryn.”
Kathryn is startled; her emotions erupt as she says, “Jealous of me, why?”
Addressing Kathryn on what I have observed, “First, everyone has been fawning over you and your pregnancy, petting your belly, rubbing it telling you how special you are. Kara wants that too, she wants to be Cindy’s mother so bad, but as Sylvia improves something she wants too, she sees the situation for what it is.”
Now directing my observations to Helen, “Okay this is going to be hard to say Helen and I mean nothing mean by it, but just events I have observed. I know Kathryn is your baby, and mothers tend to be closer to the youngest. However, your older children especially your daughters still feel a little left out. Especially Kara and Karen, they love Kathryn but they still are a little jealous of the affection you and the Coach lavish on her. I know that might be just their perception and you truly do not love them any less. Occasionally you should try a little harder on giving them affection. I know you can fix the situation, it should be easy enough just tell them how proud you are and how much you love them.”
Helen startled says “Really?”
I reluctantly remind Helen at one time when her daughters received mixed messages, and could easily misunderstood her motivations. I began, “Helen remember the party three years ago, and sure your daughters got wild. Nevertheless, you dressed all them down the same except for Kathryn. I know that was because of our engagement, you saw it differently. However, I am unsure if your daughters realized that. Some people must think that they had all done the same thing; they should receive the same punishment. Maybe you should have explained it better to them then. I know you did try, it is just probably hard to think when you are standing there naked in front of your mother.”
Helen is a little shocked and says, “I was trying to motivate them to stop their wild behavior, to do like Kathryn and find someone special for them.”
Kathryn can sense where I am going, although unhappy about it she allows me to continue without her interrupting. I say, “That might not been the impression they got. They may have thought you favorite Kathryn. They did not realize that you and Michael had already accepted our engagement, and eventual marriage. That when you allowed Kathryn to move in with me, it was not them seen Kathryn as a young woman like I did, they so you letting their little sister move-in with a man.”
Helen realizing that her sisters could easily see Kathryn as the spoiled pampered little sister who always gets her way even if that was not the way she saw it. Helen says, “I had no idea, I really do want what’s best for my daughters, all of them, and I never ever meant to play favorites. How do I fix this?”
I reply, “That is up to you, but I have faith that you can. Talk to them, let them know how you feel it could be that easy.”
Michelle had been listening; although she tried to remain out of sight, I caught her out of the corner of my eye. Finally getting her courage up Michelle walks back in. She stops in front of Kathryn and gives her a hug in whispers into Kathryn’s ear, “I know you love me that is one thing that has made it easier. I was jealous of how Mom treated you. Here you are my baby sister and so young moving in with JJ.”
Tears spring up in Kathryn’s eyes as she looks at Michelle she says, “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. It is just that I have never felt that young.”
Michelle with tears of her own gives Kathryn a smile saying, “I know, and I come to realize that even though you’re younger in years, in some ways you’re my big sister. Mom is right you and JJ are the two most married people ever. You have been since you met, and I do have a right to be a little jealous, who would not be. I am also very, very happy for you.” Michelle and Kathryn wrap each other in a warm hug.
Michelle begins giggling pulling back from Kathryn. Michelle has green eyes, and says, “Look at you, our baby big sister.”
Kathryn begins giggling along; she uses Michelle’s analogy and playfully refers to her, “My big little sister.” They both stick their tongue out at each other as only sisters can tease each other.
Helen comes and hugs the two, looking into Michelle’s eyes she says, “Michelle, I am sorry if you misunderstood what I wanted to do. I love you, and I am so very proud of you. Even when I did mess up you turned out so good.”
Michelle hugging her mother tightly says, “I know Mom, I love you too.”
As the three embrace my phone rings, I wipe a tear away as I answer, “Hello.”
Karen is on the phone and she is nearly frantic as she explains, “JJ, can you get Mom and Dad…” After a deep breath she continues, “It is Kara she is in the hospital… It is really bad… They need to get here.” This is the most upset of ever-heard Karen to be. Karen hung up the phone unable to go into more detail. As I turn to them, Kathryn has gone pale and shaking, I am sure if it were not for the fact that her mother and Michelle had held her she probably would be on the floor.
Looking at them I say, “We need to go NOW. We got to head to the hospital, it is Kara, and Karen was too upset to give me any more details.”
Michelle becomes the strength of the three, now holding both her shaking mother and sister. Mom comes and helps seeing them in distress. She begins them towards the garage, and I get the intercom for the TV room, getting Charles’s attention. I quickly tell him of the situation and they volunteer to watch the girls for us.
I sprint to the garage, and help Michelle with her mother, Kathryn have nearly recovered enough to get into our SUV on her own, but Mom helps her into the back seat with her mother. As the garage door is still coming up I start the car, when I have just enough room for me to make it under I begin pulling out, I am careful of the bicycles, but fortunately there is no children riding on the driveway. The radio still adjusted to the local station, and a news bulletin comes over the air. (Escape convict shoots two local women, one dead, injures another. Police at the scene have regained control of the escape convict, more details when they become available.)
Helen screams, “Not my baby, not my Kara.” Michelle and Kathryn cries beside her mother yet trying to comfort her.
I call Uncle George; his contacts with the police may mean he knows more than anyone else does at this moment. “Uncle George, do you know anything about what happened to Kara? If not maybe, you should come to the hospital too. Karen gave me a call, she said Kara is hurt, she did not give me any other details.”
Uncle George is stunned, “JJ this is the first I have heard, of course I am on the way.”
I call my father-in-law, once he answers I say, “Dad, get to the hospital as fast as you can, Karen is there apparently Kara is hurt. I got Helen, Mom, Kathryn and Michelle with me we are on our way.” Of course, he asked if I knew what was going on, and I had to confess I did not know.
The normal twenty-minute trip took me ten; I had not even realized I was driving that quickly although it seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life so far. Arriving at the emergency room we run in, we waive the nurse away she must think Kathryn is in labor. Spotting Daniel, we run straight to him. Helen wraps him in a hug crying. Poor Cindy caught between the two and squeeze much like Sam was at the airport.
I ask as I work Cindy free, “Daniel what happened?”
Daniel begins, “We were with Cindy and Sylvia at their apartment. We were bring in Cindy’s birthday presents, just having a good time when we heard a crash at the front door. Seems Cindy’s Dad must have made bail or escaped but he broke in carrying a gun. He came in and fired right away. The bastard was aiming right at Cindy; Kara scooped her up in her arms but did not have time to get out of the way. Sylvia dived in front just as he fired. Sylvia caught most of it, which saved Kara and Cindy.
I did the only thing I could do; I grabbed a lamp ripping it out of the wall and threw it into his face. That only stunned him for a moment, I was trying to hit him, but he blocked and countered his right hook felt like a mule kicked me. It knocked me on the ground as I was rolling away. He started reloading is shotgun. Kara sprang at him giving him a kick that sent him backwards, the bastard had to be six foot four inches. Kara kicked him so hard he came off the ground. I grabbed his shotgun and the shells he had pulled from his pocket. I reloaded the shotgun and shoved it under his chin, if he had moved I was going to blow his head off.” Daniel shaking, he looks very pale, he is trying to bring himself back under control so he can continue.
When he is a little more in control, he says, “That is when I had a chance to look around, and Sylvia was dying. She told Cindy that Kara and I were going to be her parents. She loved her, and would always be looking out for her little bit of an Angel. Kara was there beside her, she and Karen were trying to stop the bleeding but it was just too much. Kara was turning white herself. That is when I noticed the bleeding that was coming from her leg. Karen noticed it at the same time, Karen was on the phone with 911, she told the operator that they were two victims, and please hurry. Karen went to work on Kara’s leg. I am sure that saved Kara’s life, it was too late for Sylvia. She died before the ambulance arrived.”
Daniel can no longer control himself and he begins to cry, Helen pushed out of the way as Cindy pushes herself back to his chest. The young girl’s arms go around Daniel and she cries with him. Helen covers Cindy not as tightly this time as she cries with the two.
After a few moments, Daniel pulls himself back and control then continues, “We got here, and they took Kara in, they were given her IV fluids in the ambulance, they began her on blood as soon as they walk through the door.”
Karen comes out she has a bandage on her arm where she gave blood for her sister. Seeing her mother she rushes to her, Helen releases Daniel and Cindy to hold Karen.
Uncle George arise shortly before Michael senior, they both look scared to death as they run to us, they both ask, “What happened?”
Daniel tells his painful story again. Fortunately, by the time he finishes a doctor emerges with an update. The doctor begins, “Kara went through surgery fine, we got to her in time and she will make a full recovery in a few weeks. She will need some physical therapy to deal with the leg wound. She is remarkably healthy, that is probably one of the things to help save her. But how in the hell did she end up with a dime in her femur.”
Daniel asks, “Doctor about the baby, did she lose it?”
The family simultaneously ask, “Baby?”
The doctor has a reassuring smile and says, “Babies, your wife will have twins. It is too early to tell what sex they are, but they came through fine too.” He leaves us alone to attend to his duties.
Daniel pulled into a bear hug by the Coach, who has tears of relief and joy streaming down his face like everyone else in the family. The Coach slaps Daniel on the back and says, “That is my son-in-law.”
Daniel once free says, “We were going to announce to the family tonight that she was expecting she is so happy.”
Karen, Kathryn and Helen take Cindy to the bathroom, I am not sure if Cindy realizes how much blood is on her.
Kathryn gives me a nudge by our bond she reminds me of the will Sylvia with my help had written. Fortunately, the will was signed and notarized earlier last week, and executable nearly immediately because I am the executor to it. I pull Daniel over to the side and say to him, “Sylvia was not lying to Cindy, you and Kara are her guardians. A will names you as such.”
Daniel looking into my face asks, “How do you know JJ?”
I inform Daniel, “Daniel, Sylvia had me help her with it. It was just in case she did not survive. However, it is still a valid will, and I am the executor to the will. We need to tell Cindy, Kara and you are who Sylvia wanted to raise Cindy if she could not.”
A tearful Cindy can no longer stay away from Daniel, and comes tugging on him needing held and comforted. Daniel takes her into his arms holding her, Cindy cries softly against his chest. Daniel says, “I know Cindy, it really hurts. I am going to miss your Mom too. She is my hero, what she did saved you and Kara, for that I will always be grateful.”
Cindy through her tears says, “She is my Angel Mommy now. I wish I did not want to be like Sam.”
Daniel does not give her a second before he says, “Cindy what happened in no way is your fault. What you wanted did not cause this. What your mother did was because of her love for you. She protected you, the one thing in the world she loved more than life itself, and you are right what she did made her an Angel.” Cindy gives him a sad smile that does not last long before she goes back to crying against his chest.
At this stage, I know it is best just to let her cry, more tears she sheds now the easier her recovery will be. She is with the parents I guess destiny chose for her. I cannot help but think, this could have been different if we had not saved Sylvia, and then she would not been there today to save Cindy and Kara. Cindy’s father intention was to murder Cindy, no matter where Cindy was he was bound to come for her. Like Daniel, I too will be forever grateful to Sylvia.
I go to Karen giving her a hug and saying to her, “You did great sister. Thank you for being a hero.”
Karen hugs me back and cries on my shoulder for a moment bringing herself under control she looks into my face she asks, “Do you really think I am a hero? All I did was call for the police, and a little first aid.”
Holding her gaze I say, “Yes, you acted in a bad situation, a lesser person could have just lost it. What you did saved Kara. You did your best to save Sylvia but her injuries were just too much for anyone.”
My phone rings it is from home. Charles says, “Sam woke up having a nightmare, she wants to know where you are at.”
I answer, “First tell Sam, Kara is hurt but she and her babies are going to be fine. We are at the hospital now with her. They may let us see her in a little while they just moved her to recovery. We should be home shortly.”
Charles asks, “What happened? Is there anything we can do for her?”
I relate Daniel story to Charles, then what the doctor had informed us. I ask, “The doctor mentioned Kara had a dime in her femur, how could that happen?”
Charles says, “That bastard reloaded the shotgun shells with dimes. He definitely wanted to kill somebody. They do a lot more damage than normal shot.”
A nurse comes out and announces, “The doctor is going to allow two family members to see Kara at a time. She still little druggie from the medications, but she will recover quickly.”
Helen says, “Cindy we need to get you some clean clothes before you get to see her, with all that blood on you. You will scare her to death.”
The nurse says, “Daniel we can give you some scrubs, but we do not have anything to fit Cindy.” Most of the blood that is on Daniel came from Cindy’s clothing. Although uninjured Cindy did hold to her mother for a long time after she had passed.
Kathryn and I, asks Cindy, “Cindy you can come back with us and have a shower then will bring you right back, so you can see Kara.”
Cindy says, “I do not want to leave Daddy Daniel.”
Daniel says, “Cindy, it will be okay. I will be right here, and you can come back when you are clean. No one in our family will lie to you Cindy, your Aunt Kathryn and Uncle JJ will bring you right back.”
Cindy gives a sniffle, “Can Sam come back with me I need to talk with her.”
I tell Cindy, “I do not think I could keep Sam away, she loves Kara too. I am sure Sam loves you too, and she would do anything for you.” Cindy gives a shake of her head and I open my arms as she reluctantly leaves Daniel’s embrace. Kathryn and I take her back home, Kathryn pull Cindy into her bedroom, and I go change my shirt.
In the family room, I find my daughters with Charles, Jane, and the rest of my adoptive family. I begin, “The good news is that Kara will be fine. Unfortunately, she was injured. Sadly, we lost Sylvia. Sylvia gave her life to protect Kara and Cindy. Once we all get through this everybody’s going to be fine, Cindy will be going to Daniel and Kara, once Kara is back on her feet.”
Sam and Crystal come to me; I pull the two sad little girls into my arms. Sam asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
Crystal says, “Me too Daddy, I want to help.”
I say to them, “Cindy is grieving, let her know that it is okay. She did not do anything wrong, and we love her.”
Jane, Reese and Misty inform me that they will be going back with me. They need to bring Kara new clothes, and help with anything they can. Charles, Ron, and Marshall volunteer to drive for us, and they will run any errant needed.
Alyssa, Joan, Johnny, Jim and MC will remain here, Alyssa along with Charles and Jane will coordinate everyone, Joan, Johnny and Jim will also watch the children, Alyssa and Misty will prepare meals along with coordinate any additional support needed.
I smile realizing that my adoptive family is pulling together to do whatever they can to see that Kara is made comfortable, protected and that everyone has the time and ability to help. No one person will be responsible for everything, and everything will be coordinated to give Daniel, Kara and Cindy time to heal.
Charles catches me saying, “JJ, I just found out, that it was Cindy’s father who attacked them. The kick that Kara used was a little more powerful than what you believed. He is dead. The DA is investigating the possibility that she intended to kill him. That she had the means, and knowledge not to use deadly force to subdue him.”
Shaking my head I say, “That man is a fool, this was easily a case of self-defense. She just did as I had instructed her several times in a situation like that you cannot hold back. When facing the adversary bent on the death of another or yourself, you cannot take the chance of not using all your strength.”
Charles says, “I agree with you, it is only when you try to be gentle with your adversary that you are vulnerable.”
I state, “When someone is trying to kill you, vulnerable is the last thing you want to be.”
Charles replies, “I totally understand Kara’s actions, even if she tried only to knock him out, the amount of adrenaline that must have been surging to her system was probably higher than any time in her life. It is no wonder that kick killed him.”
That should make an adequate defense. She was more frightened than any time in her life, she was holding Cindy in her arms when the shotgun fired, and Cindy was the intended target. Her mother jumped between Cindy and her Ex-husband with perfect timing.
I tell Charles, “That would be true, the only time anything occurred like that was when the bear attacked, she was brave enough to come back for Michelle, and what I thought was Michelle trying to get back to her feet was Kara pulling her up. I know at that time also when I kicked the bear, I had no idea I was going to kick it that hard. The amount adrenaline in my system easily doubled my strength.”
Charles adds, “I have seen men do things nearly what you would call super human during times of great stress. I saw men react so quickly your eyes could not follow what they did, I saw one man do what three men should not been able to do. Adrenaline is amazing. It can make you so strong and so fast for a few minutes.”
I say, “It is not something that Kara deals with often, fortunately. Kara would have no idea what adrenaline would do in her system, she had not even started training with me until her sophomore year, three and half years ago. Although she is very skilled, she lacks any practical experience using her martial arts, we do not use barriers for the class to break. For safety reasons no one spars at full strength, even though skilled Kara truly had no idea of how much damage she would do.”
Charles states, “That would be your second line of your defense, if that stupid DA presses charges.”
Asking Charles’s advice feels natural and I know the man has a lot to teach me. I ask, “You think I should get a lawyer to start coordinating a defense for Kara?”
Charles is reflective before he says, “The DA may take that as a sign of guilt or a challenge. As I understand it there is not a lot of work for him in this county.”
Ms. Clark clears her throat, “I am sorry to interrupt you JJ, I am not here as a social worker right now. Is there anything I can do for Cindy or Kara?”
Thinking of how Crystal reacted, I asked Ms. Clark, “Sylvia had a will written, it named me the executor and transfers custody to Kara and Daniel. I know you are not here as a social worker, but as our friend. Could you help me explain that to Cindy? I do not want her to be fearful of her future.”
Ms. Clark smiles, “I have noticed how they react to each other, and I think Sylvia had chosen wisely.”
Smiling my agreement I say, “I do love Cindy, and wish what is best for her. Daniel and Kara seemed to fit her. The best part is I get to still be her uncle.”
Kathryn comes in with Cindy, fresh and clean from her shower, seeing Ms. Clark she nearly panics but Kathryn says reassuringly, “Miss Clark is not here as a social worker, she is here to find out if there is anything she can do to help you.”
Cindy is still somewhat hesitant as she comes forward, I say, “Cindy there is a few things that Ms. Clark and I need to discuss with you. Do not worry nothing is going to change overnight. You have a say when and how it changes.”
Kathryn brings Cindy to the couch, and I sat beside Cindy holding her hand, Kathryn holds to her other hand. Ms. Clark sets opposite us, looking at Cindy and seeing how fearful she is Ms. Clark says, “First Cindy, I believe no one will take you away from this family. I would not recommend it, and I believe none of my coworkers would also. So you do not need to worry about that, although you may see me a little more often in the near future, it is not to take you away.” Cindy relaxes, and her whole body stop shaking.
I tell Cindy, “They will be some changes, but you will tell me when you are ready for them.” Seeing the look of curiosity on her face I ask, “Cindy do you know what a will is?”
Cindy’s eyes go wide thinking that the lack of that knowledge may affect her future now fearful again. She shakes her head no. I smile to reassure her and say, “Cindy a will is not a bad thing, and it is what we write when we want others to know what we want carried out if we die. Your mother had one written, she put me in charge of making sure what she wanted would occur. When you are ready and Kara is back on her feet, you can live with Daniel and Kara. Your mother knew that Daniel and Kara loved you. She thought it would be best for them to be your new Mom and Dad. She knew she was sick and there was a possibility that she did not survive, that is why she wrote the will. Because your mother loves you, she wanted to see you happy. Nothing you did caused this, it is just that bad things happen that is why we write wills.”
Cindy asks fearfully, “Are you sure uncle JJ? Before Mommy got out of jail, I did not want her back. I did not want anyone to be my Mommy and Daddy but Kara and Daniel.”
Answering Cindy’s fearful question I say, “I am certain, you did not know how much your mother had changed. I do not blame you for not wanting her back if she had not changed. Your mother was able to show you her true self, not what the drugs made her. She proved she loves you more than her life itself, she knew if you survived you would be with parents and family who love you.”
Cindy again tearful says, “I was just getting my Mommy back, when that bastard took her away. Mommy told me he was not even my real Daddy. Uncle JJ, why did he have to do that? Mama Kara and Angel Mommy was both hurt, when Mama Kara grabbed me I heard her saying “Oh God no.” I know she was trying to jump out of the way, but there was no time. She jumped just as I heard the boom, I felt something heavy bump into us and push us backwards. That was my Mommy just before she became an Angel.”
I answer Cindy truthfully, “I do not know why he would do something like that. I do not understand people who allow hatred to destroy their own life. What he did, no one else could control. You did not cause him to do what he did.”
Ms. Clark says, “Cindy your uncle is right, no one can control what someone will do because of anger or hatred. What he did, he had decided to do. Your Mom decided to protect you. Sylvia used the only thing she had to do that.” Miss Clark begins crying and through her tears she says, “Sylvia proved she was a good mother, she proved she loved you.”
Cindy through tears she says, “I knew Mommy loved me, she never had to prove it. I knew she loved me when she got off the drugs, when she used the drugs she loved them and could not love me.”
Doing my best I still cannot hold tears back. I tell Cindy, “That is what love can do for you Cindy. It can make you stronger when you need it. Love for you is what brought her back to us. She almost died a month ago, her love pull her through that. She wanted to show you who she really was. Not the woman on drugs, she wanted to be your mother to make up for what was lost.”
Cindy is trying to wipe the tears away that seemed only to come faster. Through those tears she says, “I know what I lost now, that is what makes it hurt so bad.” She comes into my lap and puts her head on my shoulder, Kathryn and I do what we can to comfort her.
After a few more moments Cindy asks, “Uncle JJ can we go back now? I want to see Moma.”
Ms. Clark says, “I can come, I am a grief counselor. I know Cindy is grieving and that is good, Daniel and Kara will need to grieve for their friend. They will need some counseling; they may have what is called survivor’s guilt.”
Charles from the doorway says, “I will drive you. That way you can be in the back seat with Sam and Cindy.”
Through my tears, I can barely make him out, and Kathryn is worse. Charles driving would definitely be a good idea. Ms. Clark says, “I will follow you Charles.”
Twenty-five minutes later, we pull into the hospital parking lot. Charles drops us off by the door, saying he will be in shortly. Jane had driven Misty, Joan and Reese. Reese had sent Ron out for things like tissues, a soft blanket and a dozen other items. I think it was just to keep him busy.
Reese says, “I love him, but sometimes Ron is a bull in a china shop. I just did not want him upsetting Kara tonight. When he found out about the DA wanting to investigate, he said he is going to shove his prosthetic foot up the DA’s ass and leave it there.”
I cannot help but chuckle at the mental image that invoked, Sam and Crystal both have their hands over their mouths trying to hold back their giggles. Giggling Cindy says, “That is really funny Aunt Reese.”
Reese scoops Cindy up into her arms, she smiles at Cindy and says, “Cindy, we love you and that makes us family just as much as blood.”
I smile and hug the two, then we head on into the waiting room. Once inside, I noticed Daniel and Helen is not there, the Coach catches us. Pulling us over to one side, he says, “We are letting Daniel stay with Kara, and were taking turns replacing the other person. Helen just went back in, were going to let Cindy go next. Cindy you can stay as long as you want.”
Cindy says, “I did not get to speak to Sam yet.”
The Coach looking at Cindy says, “Cindy you can call me grandpa from now on. You have a few more minutes to speak to Sam.”
Cindy and Sam with Crystal tagging along goes to a corner still in sight, the two are talking quietly as Crystal shakes her head. I am not sure what Cindy asked Sam, but both girls began to hug her immediately. Sam says quietly but I still managed over hear, “Cindy you did not do anything wrong.” The three girls hold onto each other and I can tell that all three are crying.
Ms. Clark puts a hand on my shoulder keeping me from going to the girls. Ms. Clark says, “Sometimes they need peers support more than parental support. Give them a little while.”
I follow Mrs. Clark’s counsel and give the girls time. I guess Cindy had asked Sam the same question she asked me earlier. Cindy knew Sam lived through something similar. I guess that is why she wanted her advice.
I almost regret having Cindy’s birthday party, I would hate for this happened on her birthday. I am afraid, that might affect Cindy’s future. Every year Cindy would dread her birthday, it bringing up the bad memories. I hope that we can separate the two events in her mind. I know I will try to separate Crystal’s memories of Christmas from those of her parents’ death. It would be terrible to associate events that are supposed to be happy and cheerful with tragic events.
There is a commotion at the front desk that draws my attention. That ass of the District Attorney, along with what seems to be every reporter from this end of the state is there. The District Attorney is demanding to see Kara. He got my attention, also the attention of the Coach and Uncle George.
Kara’s Doctor steps forward he says, “Mrs. Akins is in no condition to be questioned by the District Attorney at this moment. When she arrived here, she was in critical condition. She underwent surgery to remove a foreign object from her leg that severed her artery. The young woman is extremely lucky that she received first aid nearly immediately after her gunshot wound.”
Surprisingly that seems to change the attitude of the press, and they began asking him questions immediately. He had limited the information that they received an effort to slant public opinion against Kara. The press realize this quickly, and like everyone else, the press does not like being a tool.
Uncle George had been making phone calls, his gotten a hold of the sheriff earlier this evening. He wanted to know the circumstances of the escape. What he now knows, when Sylvia’s ex-husband made his escape he was in custody of the District Attorney. Uncle George strolls into the media frenzy, taps the deputy on the shoulder. The deputy immediately turns and says, “May I help you your honor.”
Uncle George looking at him says, “Could you please arrest the District Attorney. I believe he may have actually assisted in the fugitive’s escape.”
Many of the reporters are actually red-faced, not accustomed to anger generated by the misuse of the media. Their shock does not last long as they begin firing questions at both the District Attorney and Uncle George. The deputy makes a call on his radio that remains unanswered by the sheriff.
Two FBI agents stroll into the hospital. The District Attorney is shocked as they display their badges. When they place him in handcuffs, the press begins firing more questions. Anger flashes on the District Attorney’s face as the two FBI agents escort him out of the hospital.
Uncle George explained what he could. “What the District Attorney is unaware of that I had surveillance placed in his office. The FBI placed the surveillance, after several cases were lost because of errors done by the District Attorney’s Office. Several drug dealers are dismiss because of procedural mishandling by the District Attorney. I suspected he mishandled these cases purposely either because of blackmail or pay off.” He did not know what was on the tapes for the day, and he would not be able to tell me if he did.
Sylvia’s ex-husband charged with intent to distribute of a controlled substance, making him a drug dealer by trade. That explains several things about Sylvia. Her ex-husband had gotten her addicted to drugs, using them as a method of controlling her. Perhaps Sylvia knew too much about his business, possibly even a connection between the District Attorney and her ex-husband. I am sure the FBI will get to the root of the situation.
I hope that the new District Attorney, will see that Kara’s actions were self-defense. Although the law does differ on the use of deadly force, it is a technicality the previous District Attorney was going to use to defer interest away from himself.
I mean that if Kara had a handgun and shot him, what would be the difference. You shoot the perpetrator to make them stop. Most people taught to aim center of mass. Kara did that with a single kick, the kick that I instructed on its use. That kick normally will not kill someone. Some other contributing factor must be involved.
I get to see Kara, shortly before the end of visitation. Daniel and Cindy had been in with her, and then both leave. Kathryn and I get to see Kara then. Kathryn runs in the door, Kara gives her sister a smile, a very sad smile from her hospital bed. Kara’s eyes are red and puffy. Kathryn steps up to the bed unsure of what to do, I know she wants to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with Kara.
Through our bond I warn, be careful of her leg. Kathryn says, “Like I would forget.”
Kara is a little confused looking at the two of us she says, “Your kids are going to hate the fact that you too can communicate telepathically. Remember how many times we got Dad to let us do something.”
Kathryn smiles at her sister saying, “That was you and Karen, they learn better by the time I tried it.”
Kara pointed out, “All you had to do was pout and Daddy gave you everything you wanted.”
With love in her eyes Kathryn says, “And do not forget half the time it was the stuff you sent me after.”
Kara giggles little and says, “Well I was only the baby for year, then Karen for two, by that time I already figured out Mom and Dad doted on the baby. You cannot blame a girl for using it.”
Kathryn says, “I never minded, getting stuff for you. Speaking of which is there anything I can get for you?”
Kara asks, “JJ, Kathryn is it true, am I going to be Cindy’s mother?”
I tell my sister-in-law, “That depends on two things, is that something you want and is that something Cindy wants. I have it in my power to make you her guardian. That is what Sylvia wanted. I am in charge of making sure Sylvia’s wishes become reality. To become her mother you will still have to adopt her.”
Kara closes her eyes, through her tears she says, “I never wanted Sylvia to lose her life. I do love Cindy. I did not want to become her mother like this.”
Not wanting to see my sister-in-law in the state of mental anguish I tell her, “It took both you and Sylvia to save Cindy do not forget that. Kara, you did not do anything wrong. Loving Cindy is not wrong. Sylvia knew that you and Daniel both love Cindy that is why Sylvia had me help her with a will. No one expected that her ex-husband would escape. You prove you are worthy of being Cindy’s mother, Sylvia knew that when she protected Cindy and you. Sylvia was your friend too, a true friend just like you were to her. Do not stop loving Cindy because you feel guilty about still being alive and Sylvia is not. Give her daughter a good life. Sylvia wanted that for you and Cindy.”
Looking at Kara I could tell my words hit home. I also know there is still more I can say so I continue, “If it was not for us Sylvia would have died a month ago. She never would have the opportunity to show her daughter her true self. You afforded her that. The state was not going to release her without the medical care that you provided. You gave her the chance to say goodbye to the daughter you share. I know she is grateful for that. She knew that still was a chance she would not survive her medical problems, she made her life count for something. Do not throw that away. You have a guardian angel now in Sylvia, she was too weak to move like she did if not.”
Kara shakes her head yes, but my words did not stop her tears. Kara through her tears she says, “I know I am just going to miss my friend. Sylvia is so much like Cindy. I could not help but fall in love with her like my sister. It feels like I lost a sister, you know what I mean.”
My friends come to mind, Ron and Reese, MC, Charles and Jane, Mitch and every single one of the Edwards, and Thurgoods. I would feel the same way if I lost any of them. Sylvia was in my heart as well, I know I will feel her loss for the rest of my life. I tell my sister, “I know exactly what you mean, I will miss her too.”
Kathryn despite Kara’s injury crawls onto the bed with her, holding her sister she says, “Kara I love you. You scared me to death today. Please do not ever do that to me again. I do not want to be without you.”
Kara says, “I have been hearing that a lot today.”

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