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Princess Ch. 03

By: soccermomcheryl



I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

Almost 2 weeks had passed, since my last incident with Princess. I did the best I could to put it out of my mind. I had to replace the picture on my desk with a new one; I just couldn't bear looking at it anymore.

I tried to carry on as I had before I met Princess, but I just couldn't. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Several times, I picked up the phone and called her, only to hang up as soon as she answered remembering, she threatened to expose me to my family and coworkers if I tried to contact her again. I cried myself to sleep thinking of the depraved acts I had performed.

But worst of all, I missed Princess, I longed to see her again. I'd park my car across the street from the club Lace, where Princess worked, hoping to spy her entering the club. I had it bad. If I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her, I wouldn't even wait until I got home, I'd masturbate right there in my car with thoughts of Princess dancing in my head.

Sitting at my desk, I picked up the phone and dialed Princess's phone number. She answered, "Hello," I heard her sexy sweet voice. Just as I was about to hang up, she said "Cheryl, is that you, why do you keep calling me?"

Letting out a sigh, "I'm sorry Princess, I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Well ok dear you've heard it, so bye now," she said.

"Wait please...can't I ...um can't I ..." "Can't you what?" she said.

"I... I just want to see you again...please." I almost couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth.

"Well, I'm busy Cheryl, I have to earn a living, I don't have time to waste entertaining some old slut." Princess's insult felt like a slap in the face.

"Pleeeeaaaasssseeee," I begged, lowering myself even further.

"Boy you are a perv, OK...OK I'll do you a favor, if you want to see me, meet me at Joe's bar in Milville at 12:00 today, don't be late." And just like that she hung up.

I was in heaven; she actually agreed to see me. I quickly told my boss that I wasn't feeling well, and left work.

The bar was in a seedy part of town, it was a typical dive bar; I got there just before 12:00. Princess wasn't there when I arrived.

The place was run down and dirty, the bartender , Joe I assumed was a big fat gross looking guy. He did a double take when he saw me; I guess he didn't get too many well dressed executive women stopping by his bar.

"Gin and tonic please." I ordered a drink. Joe got me a drink.

After I drank my second gin and tonic, I looked at my watch, it was 1:00 and still no Princess, I had the sinking feeling that Princess stood me up.

Just as I was about to give up, the door opened and in she walked. Oh god, I almost melted. There was Princess, wearing a pair of sexy low cut blue jeans, and a tight white tee shirt. So, simple yet so sexy!!! Oh god I almost creamed my pants.

"Hi Cheryl," she whispered in my ear, and placed her hand on my leg. "Maybe this is the day you'll get a look at my young sexy body," said giving me a kiss on the cheek. I was in heaven; this was too good to be true. She sat down next to me, and ordered a drink which I paid for. Joe returned with her drink, giving me a smirk suddenly understanding what a lady like me might be doing in a bar like his.

Joe went into the back room, and Princess told me, "Wait here, I need to talk with Joe for a minute." I watched her sexy ass sway as she walked back to talk to Joe.

She came back looking sad; I could see her whole mood had changed. Feeling a wave of disappointment I looked at her, "What's wrong Princess."

She confided in me. "That asshole Joe isn't just a bartender, he's also my dealer." I came here to pick up some coke, but he told me I owe him too much, and unless I paid him, he wasn't giving me anything."

"That disgusting slob told me if I blew him, he'd give me some coke on credit, ewwww," she said, as she absentmindedly began rubbing her foot on my leg.

"I really did want to have some fun with you today, but without some help, I just don't think I could get in the mood." I could feel her hot breath in my ear, and my body instantly began to react.

"Oh well, maybe some other time, I gotta run," she said. She slugged down her drink and started to get up.

I was beside myself, "No don't go please," my voice laced with desperation.

"Listen, without the coke, I'm just not in the mood, and he won't give me any unless I pay my debts. Unless you can think of a way to get him to give me the drugs, can you Cheryl?" she said batting her eyelashes at me.

"How much do you owe him?" I asked taking out my wallet. "I have 100 dollars with me."

"Well I owe him almost 1,000," she said, "but let's see. Joe, come here for a minute will you?"

Joe plopped his fat body in front of us. "My friend here has 100 bucks, will you take that as a down payment on what I owe you."

"Give me the money," Joe said. I handed him the hundred dollars not quite believing I stooped so low, to start paying for drugs. What would my family and friends think of that?

He pocketed the money, "OK you owe me 900, once you pay that off, I'll give you some more coke, until then , you know what you have to do if you want more credit."

"Go fuck yourself Joe," said Princess as she angrily got up and started to leave. "Suit yourself," said Joe.

I was despondent, "Wait!!!" I said with a little too much urgency in my voice.

Both Princess and Joe turned to look at me, "I .... I could do it," not quite believing my own voice. Princess smiled with a look of total satisfaction.

Joe looked me up and down, "Well you're a little older and fatter than I like, but you might do. Go into the men's room and get naked, and if I like what I see, I'll let you blow me."

I shamefully got up and walked into the men's room. It was dirty and disgusting; it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years.

Screwing up my courage, I began removing my clothes, not quite believing how low I had stooped. I stood there naked for at least 5 minutes before Joe walked in. "Turn around for me bitch, let me have a look"

Shamefully I turned around, "God that ass is fat, but you'll do. OK bitch down on your knees."

I kneeled down on the grimy floor, and Joe whipped his cock out. I began sucking him just to get it over with. He began roughly pulling my hair and fucking my face.

Finally without warning Joe burst a giant load down the back of my throat forcing me to swallow it. 

He then took his cock out of my mouth and cleaned it off in my hair.

"Thanks bitch, get dressed and get the fuck out of here. By the way Princess told me she couldn't wait for you she had to go."

"B...But what about the coke?" I blubbered.

"I gave it to her before I came here."

As Joe walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, I fell back on my haunches, and started sobbing wildly. What had my life come to? Why am I degrading myself like this? What is wrong with me? But also, "Why can't I get my princess to love me?"

In my final act of shame, sitting naked on the men's room floor, I jammed 3 fingers into my sopping wet cunt, and instantly exploded into an orgasm.

End of chapter 3

Princess Ch. 03



Author's forward: The first chapter was all from Steve's point of view. The second I used Maddie's point of view to tie up a lot of things that Steve didn't know, and tied up some endings left in part one. This part is going to mainly be Steve's point of view since it is his tale. There will be parts written from Maddie's view so that I can roll into the fourth part without half of it being backtracking. Please enjoy.....SH

When I wrote that previous forward I had intended the story to be four chapters only. Well, as I wrote various ideas came to me. A few of which I tried and liked. The only problem with that is they threw my plan into a tailspin and I had to do a lot to keep the tale tracking the way I wanted to. I apologize for so much backtracking, but it's the best way I know to tell Steve's tale. I also found the story running a lot longer than I had originally planned so therefore the story is no longer a four chapter ride but five now, that is if I can keep chapter four from going out of control.

So please enjoy chapter three, please vote and all feedback is appreciated. See you in chapter 4......SH

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"Put your money where your mouth is punk!"

"I got nothing to prove here cock monger! You talked shit, not me. You gonna put daddy's money on your car? Any one of us will see whatever you lay down."

"All right boy, I got a grand here says my 'Cuda will romp any of you."

Geoff Mandrel had bought a 68 Barracuda from a couple of guys we knew from a town about 60 miles south. They had the car at the race track just about every weekend trying to figure out why it fell flat on it's face about 900 feet into the race. That's why they sold it. This douche bag didn't know shit about his ride, he just knows it has a hemi, they were fast in the day, and still should be.

I'm not sure how much the Rodriguez brothers had soaked Geoffy and his daddy for, but I'm sure they got enough to build some serious iron, and a big laugh at the same time. It's not every day you have chumps with cash to blow fall into your lap. Don pulled the deck of cards out and shuffled them, and handed the deck to Shelby.

Shelby had been home from college for a week now and we had spent just about every night together. She broke off her engagement and said she wanted to be with me. That worked out fine for me since Maddie had announced her pending nuptials in the shittiest manner I know of. By text! I guess I was stupid for believing she truly had room in her heart for me. At least I don't live at Herb and Dianne's any longer and thus will not have to see her. I hooked up with Shelby on what turned out to be the best and shittiest night of my young life.

****

I was working Wednesday night, in my office at Charley's, when Charley came to my door. "Shep, I got some fuck stick kid out here looking to talk to you." With that he turned and headed right back out. Charley and I have that kind of relationship. We waste few words. When Charley says someone is a fuck stick, it usually means he thinks they are not in the store to buy.

I went out to the front counter to find Tommy "Diesel" DeSalle waiting. "Fuck stick" seemed to be a proper term. I have little to no use for this guy. He always runs his mouth, and never backs it up. He claims he's been trying to race me now for a month. He's never out though when I am. Seems to be a funny way to goad someone into a race in my opinion. Of course this is the same guy who was the starting quarterback on the high school team for three years. They won two games in those three years; games Diesel was hurt and couldn't play in. The year after he graduated they won the State Championship. Doctor Daddy's money must have been one hell of a brain number for the coach.

I get out to the counter to see what this asshole wanted and he hits me with, "What's this shit about Maddie getting hitched?"

I couldn't hide my surprise. I had received a text from her a week ago saying she was fucking her boy friend Mark on a regular basis. That had pissed me off but it said nothing about marriage. "What the fuck are you prattling about?"

"Your sister, numb nuts, I got a text today saying she's getting married in May."

He handed his phone to me and I read the message. "Beats me. She aint said word one to me about it, not that that is anything new."

"Dude, don't be a jackass! Your sister thinks the sun rises and falls around you. She'll likely call you and tell you."

I couldn't believe what I was reading;

"OK guys. Mark and I will get hitched in May. I wish you all the best

But I am off the market. XOX M"

So this is her way of not going exclusive with anyone else? "I take thee to bang 'til my heart's content," seems pretty fucking exclusive to me. Maybe she was throwing old flames off the trail so to speak, so she'd have more time for me. But still, I felt like someone had kicked me in the balls repeatedly with steel toed boots. I had to change the subject to keep from exploding.

"Who knows? So, where's your car? I haven't seen it in a while."

"It's in the shop man. Broke my spur lock in the left dif."

"What the fuck is this imbecile talking about?" I asked my self. If you are going to bullshit, learn some actual mechanical problems before you spout off. I pretended to not notice his moronic misstep. "Yeah I need to save up and replace my spur locks with racing versions soon. I'm not sure how much longer mine are gonna hold up."

I knew where his car was. He had it back at Northwitch's getting them to do some stupid shit he read about in a magazine that was supposed to add 100 horsepower to his car. The article failed to mention that a lot of engine modification was needed to get the effects desired. My buddy Greg had just gotten a job there and told us all about it.

"We'll have to race after all these spur locks are replaced." I told him as I walked him towards the door. I didn't care to have Charley think I had any business to do with this guy. As we walked past a stack of amplifiers I was grabbed from behind and had my eyes covered with a pair of female hands. I felt hot breath on my ear as I was told, "Guess who." in a sultry sexy voice, followed by a tongue to my ear.

"If I guess does the action stop?" I asked. I was rewarded by being spun around to gaze into the very beautiful face of Shelby James. She hugged me fiercely and whispered in my ear, "I have missed you handsome."

Diesel looked like he was seeing an episode of "The Twilight Zone." He stammered out a greeting, to with she absentmindedly answered "Hiya hun."

She trailed a finger down into the open collar and neck of my shirt and asked, "So when are you off babe?"

I glanced at the wall clock and told her I'd be off in about two hours. "See you then baby." She said as she kissed me deeply, and then headed out the door, leaving me to collect dirty looks from Diesel. He walked out muttering something under his breath.

I went back into my office and got back to work. About ten minutes later, Charley popped his head in and said "You're doin all right kid. She's fucking hot!"

Finally after two slow torturous hours, Charley popped his head in my door and said "Take off kiddo. Go get laid!"

He didn't need to tell me twice. I got out to my car to find Shelby waiting for me. She was wearing a blue turtleneck fleece ski jacket, tight blue jeans and a pair of white Ugz. She was leaning up against my car waiting. I asked her if she was hungry, to which she replied, "Not really baby, but I am single, and quite horny. Can we go to your place?"

"Single? What about your fiancé?" I asked.

"I broke it off dear. After our lunch that Friday I knew I wanted to be with you and not him. That's not entirely true. I have wanted to be with you for quite some time."

"Is this some part of a plot by Maddie to set me up for a royal crushing? She had never been nice to me and then she does a 180 degree turn around." I didn't really think I should mention the totality of the turn around. "I guess I am so used to shit treatment that I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"No crushing coming from me baby. I'll fuck anyone up who tries to hurt you sweetie. I have wanted you since you turned 16."

I scoffed at the idea of the hottest female around wanting me. She gave me a look I couldn't quite interpret and said, "Ever since Maddie showed me how I could watch you in the shower, I have wanted you."

Watch me in the shower? Sometimes I ..... Then as if she had read my mind:

"Yes I have seen you jerking off a time or two, or more. What a turn on baby!"

I was glad it was dark, because my face was as red as it had ever been. Here was the hottest woman I have ever seen telling me she had seen me peelin' the chili. I wanted to hide.

"Don't be embarrassed baby. Do you how many times I have worn out batteries in my vibrator thinking about you jerking off?"

Well, I figured as long as we were confessing...."Prolly not as many times as I have waxed my carrot picturing you." I could feel my ears burning.

"Huh uh! No way. Really?" she asked.

"Uh, YEAH. Who wouldn't rub one out over you? You are a fucking knock out!"

"I'm ok. Maddie is the knock out. I am just ok."

"Bullshit babe. I know far too many guys who would kill to be with you. Hell, I am pinching myself to be sure I'm not having a wet dream right now."

"You've had wet dreams about me?" she sounded surprised.

She had to have heard my blush. I could hear the blood rushing to my ears making the feel aflame. "You are a fantasy come true for me."

"Let's get to your place darling'. We'll make ALL of our fantasies come true."

We got to my house about five minutes later. We became locked at the lips, our tongues sparring for position as I fumbled the front door open. I wondered if my nosy ass neighbor Shirley was catching all of this to tell her old biddy pals about at bingo tomorrow.

We barely made it down the stairs to my basement bedroom before Shelby had my jacket and shirt off and had begun working on my jeans. I pulled her top up over her head to discover she wore nothing under the fleece jacket. As my brain froze at the sight of her perfect bare naked perky tits, my hands made the move on their own. My right hand grabbed her breast and began caressing and massaging it.

She had my belt undone and had my button and zipper open. She worked her hand in and started rubbing my cock bringing it instantly to life. She was stroking it, slowly and deliberately, rubbing her thumb over the ultra sensitive head every upstroke.

"Mmm, your cock feels so nice baby. I was stupid for not jumping you a long time ago."

I was still having a hard time getting my mind wrapped around the idea that not only did I have the hottest woman around wanting to jump my bones, but it was actually about to happen. My free hand started rubbing her ass, while I roiled her nipple between my thumb and finger. I could see her cheeks turning red, and her breathing was getting heavier. I barely noticed that she had pushed my jeans clear to the floor, and I was essentially naked in front of Shelby James.

"Hey! This is unfair." I mock protested, "I think we need to even the playing field here."

She smiled and took a step back. She then began swaying her hips to music I couldn't hear and did a five minute strip tease involving only her boots, jeans, and lacy thong. When she was naked she crushed her tits against my chest and forced her tongue into my mouth. I reached down and squeezed her ass with both hands, eliciting a moan from her. I worked her over toward the couch and pushed her back onto it and got on my knees. She spread her legs and I dove into her sweet cunt.

I have never tasted anything as divine as Shelby's hot wet box. She didn't last but three minutes before she screamed out in the throes of her first orgasm. I was glad that my basement suite was sound proofed or else Mike might be awakened by her screams and Shirley would be calling the church to exorcise the demons. I alternated between using my tongue flat to lick her lips up and down from her ass to her super sensitive clit, and using my tongue like a prick and fucking her pussy with it. Her juices wee running down my chin as I tongue fucked her to another screaming orgasm.

As her third cum was reaching its peak, I slid my finger up into her hot snatch. She fucking exploded! I was pumping my finger in and out of her pussy and as she came I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue rapidly across it. As she was cumming again, I recalled watching a funny comedian named Sam Kinneson on a video tape that Mike's dad has. On it Sam says if you want to eat pussy like a pro and have her remember you, lick the alphabet.

I got as far as "J" when she orgasmed hard then put her feet on my shoulders and pushed me off of her. Cheerleading must have paid off because I was sent ass over teakettle across the room, and hit a table with my ass. "Enough babe! You're driving me nuts, get over here and fuck me!!"

She rolled over and lay flat on her stomach, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks to give me access to her swollen wet cunt. I grabbed my cock with one hand and used the other to spread her pussy open. I was shaking with anticipation as I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her greasy slit; she came again when I rubbed a bit too long on her clit. I lined the head up and started pushing into her hot wet hole.

I got the head and an inch or so inside her and came to an abrupt stop. She was so tight it was almost painful to push. I pulled back slightly and pushed anew. She came hard, flooding my cock with her hot sweet juice. I grabbed her hips for leverage and pushed again. I gained maybe another two inches and she was screaming again as she was cumming.

She looked as if she had just stepped out of a sauna, she was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and she was red and her hair was matting to her head. It was the single sexiest sight I have ever seen. It took everything I had not to shoot my load into her right there. I started running over engine specs in my head to not think about how hot this situation was.

I began pulling back again when she came yet again. I was beginning to worry about her dehydrating from all the sweat and twat fluid she was secreting. As her cunt muscles started squeezing and milking, I was able to push in until I was only an inch or so from being fully imbedded in her snatch. My cock and sac were swimming in her secretions.

Once again I began moving in and out little by little, I kept trying to push in to the hilt only to be met by resistance unlike any I could imagine. I have been told that I am well hung, but I never thought I'd find it so hard to get into a pussy. I can only imagine how tight her ass must be.

"Ung hmmm ughh Oh Oh Ahhh Fuck baby!"

After about ten strokes she cried out again and I could feel her cunt pulsing around my cock. Just as she was peaking I pushed in as hard as I could and was rewarded with the feeling of my balls slapping her clit as my head punched into her cervix. She exploded! I reached around and grabbed her tits when I felt her juices squirt out of her like a fire hose. I had heard of women being able to do that but had never seen it firsthand; of course my experience is quite limited.

"Oh FUCKING WOW STEVIEEEEEEE!!! I've never had that happ oh oh oh..."

When she was coming down from that orgasm, I pushed in as hard as I could and held right there. I felt her sweet hot tunnel thrumming around my cock. Her body began convulsing and a long and guttural wail emanated from her. Her hips started bucking and thrashing so I grabbed her shoulders and started a rhythmic in and out motion. She was sweating and thrashing about while speaking gibberish. I felt my head hitting her cervix over and over as her cunt squeezed my cock like a man hanging from a rope on a cliff.

"I don't know how much more I can take baby! Please fill me with your cum. Oh fill my cunt baby! CUUUUUMMM in me now!!!"

That was about all I could take. I hammered into her faster and she screamed again and sprayed me down again. My balls exploded launching spurt after spurt of my baby batter deep into her womb. We collapsed into a sweaty tangle.

I kissed the back of her neck and was stroking her wet hair when I realized she had passed out. I was about to dial 911, when her eyes fluttered open and fixed me in her gaze. She kissed me deeply moaning into my mouth. She broke the kiss and I lost myself in her eyes.

"Will you marry me?" she asked in a husky voice.

I kissed her deeply and let my hands wander on her sweaty back. I'd be an idiot to say no to that request, now wouldn't I?

***

"Wow!! You fuckin made it in today!!" Charley was standing at my lesson room door. Luckily I had no students in there with me yet. "I figured you'd still be at home banging that little hottie. You showered too!"

"Nope. I have too many lessons today to call off. Got to teach arpeggios!"

"Now I know who you been pining for since Thanksgiving."

"What do you mean 'Who I've been pinin for'"?

"Chris told me about the hottie you took with you to lunch when Helen and me was gone to Wisconsin. And you've been running around here like a guy missing the love of his life since then. Now I know who you were hurting over. Remember Shep, we are all looking for that "one", looks like you found yours."

With that Charley turned and left, leaving me to wonder how lucky I was that everyone thought I had been missing Shelby, which I had, but they weren't questioning my missing Maddie more than I should have. Of course that was before I read the text and heard the voicemail.

Nobody who knows Charley and Helen can understand how I can tolerate "the grouchiest couple on earth." I think it goes back to one of the first weeks I was working for him. I feared his temper as much as the next employee. I had taken guitar lessons from him until he had to buy books to teach me any more, so he knew my work ethic. One day he was looking around the store and asked me if I was too fucking lazy to straighten out the guitar strings like he had asked. He had never asked me to do that so I told him, "Listen here you old fat fuck. If you want shit straightened out just tell me, don't run your cocksucker about laziness unless you want my foot up your ass!"

He turned and went back into his office as my fellow co workers stared at me. I went on about my business like nothing happened and then straightened out the strings. About an hour or so later he called Bill back to his office. Bill had been working for Charley for six years and was the de facto floor manager. Ten minutes later Bill walked out, his bald dome shiny red and looked at me, "Thanks a lot asswipe! He just shit-canned me because of you. He wants, and I quote 'your skinny fucking long haired ass back there pronto.'"

I fucked around for another ten minutes and then went to Charley's office. He pointed to the chair in his famous "sit your ass" down motion. I sat there and stared at him, and he stared back. Finally after a few minutes he said, "Where do get off thinking you can talk to me like that?"

"Charley, you know I aint lazy. So when shit like that rolls out of your mouth is pisses me right the fuck off. If you want an apology, want in one hand, shit in the other and tell me which fills up faster. If you're waiting for me to beg for my job keep waiting. If you're canning me; do it so I can go find another job before dinner time."

"Kid, I love you like a son. I thought I knew you well. I can't believe you got the balls to say that shit to me. I aint waiting for any of those things. I canned Bill 'cause he's a pussy. If I told him what I told you he'd broken both legs getting to those strings. I need people who work and know what's going on even when I'm wrong. Get back to work; you're earning Bill's salary now. Don't tell my stupid ass daughter though."




Princess Ch. 03



Ever since that day we have had a mutual respect for each other and we communicate like buddies rather than employer and employee. I could take serious advantage of the lee way he gives me, but I respect him too much. Truth be told; I love him and Helen more than I could ever love Herb or Dianne.

***

After our first go, Shelby and I took a break to eat. I went upstairs and made us a couple sandwiches and some soup. While we were eating I powered up my cell phone to see if I got the text too or just Diesel had. My indicator showed two text messages and two voice mails.

The first text was from Craig. It featured several women in provocative poses followed by a picture of a tranny wagging his/her cock then followed by a picture of Marvin Martian declaring that the viewer is a homo. The second was from Maddie;

"OK guys. Mark and I will get hitched in May. I wish you all the best

But I am off the market. XOX M"

I showed the text to Shelby. She read it a couple of times and said, "What a fucked up way to tell your brother you're getting married. Bitch didn't even tell her best friends."

She powered up her own phone as I dialed in and retrieved my voice mails. The first was from my Grandma Sally and Grandpa Floyd. They are Herb's parents. I have been close to them for as long as I can remember. My Aunt Karen always made sure that I was kept in contact with them since Herb and Dianne didn't acknowledge their existence either. She sent them pictures of me and made sure their cards and gifts to me were delivered. They didn't totally ignore Maddie, but Herb was more able to keep tabs on her and she would never cross him, so they have actually never met her.

Grandma Sally said in her message that Herb and Dianne would be flying out there for Christmas so they might work their issues out. She was torn up that I wouldn't be able to be with them at Christmas.

The second was from Maddie's phone. I expected to hear Maddie's voice telling me the text was a ruse, but instead I was assailed with the sounds of her in a screaming orgasm and a guy telling her to "Take it all you dirty slut."

"What is it babe?" Shelby was looking at me concerned. I felt shaken but didn't think I had shown it.

"Just fuckin Charley. Seems to think I'm forgetful, always calling to remind me of my daily tasks." I lied. She looked unsure but didn't seem interested in pressing the issue.

I looked over at her and said one thing. "Remember your request earlier?"

She smiled and nodded. "Well the answer is.....Yes."

***

My phone rang a minute or so after Charley left the lesson room. It was Mike, my best friend for years and housemate.

"What do you want fag?"

"Fag? Moi? Oh no, I think it is you who likes the hairy root."

I chuckled, "I doubt that. Whatcha need bra? I got a kid coming in, in five."

"Dad's going to leave an empty bay so we can finish that NOS set up tonight......if you have time."

"Cool! Why wouldn't I have time?"

"Shelby James ring a bell?"

"Huh? What's she got to do with the price of gas?"

"Are you going to try to tell me that wasn't her following you into the bathroom this morning, wearing your Super Chevy t-shirt?" I was silent. I had thought he was gone already when I took my shower. "I'll take your silence as a guilty plea. Fuckin' lucky shit."

"Luck? Nyet. Charm and skill baby, all charm and skill."

"Shit's getting deep. I'll let you do yer pedo thing and I'll see ya around five."

"Cool pervo. See ya then."

"Laters."

"Laters, homo!"

I hung up before he could retort.

As I listened to the little Jimi Hendrix wanna be mangle scales and chords, (I swear some kids should stay away from musical instruments, but I get paid handsomely to try and get them to stardom, most give up after a few weeks anyway. Most parents are not too on the ball.), I recalled the events of that morning.

Shelby and I lay in bed, naked and cuddled up. Her head lay on my chest and I could feel the heat from her sex against my thigh. I didn't really want to get out of bed, but I did have lessons scheduled all morning and I was sure we could both use some recovery time.

I felt her hand lazily tracing circles around my nipple. I kissed her on top of the head and she looked into my face. "Good morning babe"

"Yes it is. I can't remember ever waking up in a better mood with better company"

"You probably say that to all of the girls Stevie."

"Maybe, I really don't know since you are the first woman I have ever waked up next to." I was rewarded with her sweet smile and a great good morning kiss. "I wish we could just stay here like this all day, but Charley would come drag me out of bed sooner than later."

"Yeah, I should put in an appearance at home before mom and dad start worrying."

I went upstairs to take a shower. My basement suite has a bedroom, a large family room and a toilet. I was sure Mike had gone to the shop already so I just went in to shower. I had gotten in when the bathroom door opened and closed. The shower curtain moved aside and Shelby climbed in with me.

"Do you have room for one more?"

"Always have room for you baby."

She got a sly grin on her face "Good. Now you are going to make my fantasy come true." She purred.

She grabbed the soap and got a thick lather going in her hands and proceeded to soap my cock. She stroked it 'til it stood long and tall and ready for action.

"Did I do that?" she cooed, "Ooh would be such a shame to let it go to waste."

She dropped to her knees and took my hard on into her soft supple mouth. She immediately took it all down her throat and pressed her nose into my pelvis. She flexed her jaw sending electric pulses up my spine. She pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head several times.

"Am I doing this right darling?" she asked in a cutesy little voice. "Does my Stevie like the way I suck his big beautiful cock?"

I tried to answer but all that came out of my mouth was a keening sound. "I'll take that as a yes." She said.

She licked the shaft up and down, all the way to my balls. I thought I was going to explode when she sucked my sac into her mouth and rolled my balls around. All the while she was stroking my shaft. She then held the purple helmet in her mouth while her hand furiously jacked my meat. I felt my balls begin to tighten in prelude to my explosion, but Shelby was having none of that. She clamped her hand around the base of my cock squeezing off my impending orgasm.

"I don't want you to cum yet sweetie. I want you in my cunt."

She stood and we kissed for what seemed an eternity. My hands roamed all over her back and ass, eliciting moans of pleasure into my mouth. She broke our kiss and turned around placing her hands on the shower wall, sticking her ass toward me and spreading her legs. "Seems a dirty girl I know needs to be washed."

I soaped my hands and reached around her. I ran my hands down from her shoulders to her tits. I worked on them for several minutes, tweaking her nipples, kneading her firm mammary flesh making her moan. She kept thrusting her ass back and my cock was riding in her asscrack. She started gyrating her hips and it was driving me crazy. "Come on babe, I want your cock in me now!"

Reached down with one hand and placed the head of my unbendable rod between her swollen twat lips. She let out a loud growl as I pushed myself up into her sex. Being we are close to the same height I didn't have to bend much to gain a working angle and was able to thrust more powerfully. Unlike last night when it took me forever to work all of my meat into her hole, I was able to get the full length into her tight wet snatch in just a few strokes today.

She came as soon as I had my cock fully inside her and I had to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling. When she regained her footing, I kept hold of her and began sawing my rod in and out of her. "Oh god! Oh baby. I love it sweetheart! Oh fuck me, fuck me fuck me!!" I hoped Mike had left for work already since there was no way anyone in the house couldn't hear her.

I was trying as hard as I could to hold out and not cum. I tried not to think about the feeling of her hot cunt grabbing at my schlong on every out stroke, or the way she looked with water cascading down her naked body. I failed. She came again and screamed at the top of her lungs. That did me in, and with a guttural growl I shot several spurts of jiz deep into her pussy.

She turned around and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I returned her kiss and wished we could hold each other like that forever. When we broke the kiss she looked me in the eyes and held my gaze for a few minutes. "No one has ever made me feel the way you do Stevie. I know my marriage request was a bit pre mature, but I do know I want you in my life for a long time. Please don't ever let me go."

"I have no plans to let you go baby. None at all. I will do what I can to make you happy."

We finished our shower and got dressed. I had to get to work and take her back to her car. "Will I see you tonight?" I asked

"Oh I'm sorry baby, I have to go to the country club Christmas party with mom and dad. I will see you for lunch today. What time do get your lunch?"

"I have no lessons between one and three, so anytime in there will be just fine."

We went to lunch around 1:30 to Randy's Burgers. I realized I had had sex with Shelby far more than I had talked to her. My lunch hour seemed to fly by as I learned about her tastes in music, clothes, and other things. I was truly fascinated to her what she had to say.

I was a bit saddened when she told me that she was flying with her family to Illinois for Christmas on Sunday. "But I will be back in time for New Year's doll face. I want my First kiss of next year to be with my man."

I got slugged when I retorted, "I guess we'll have to invite him to the party then."

We went back to Charley's and she kissed me deeply. "I'll try to call you tonight baby. I need to see you one way or another."

After work that night I was in Mike's shop. We were finishing the installation of my nitrous oxide system. We were bullshitting about this and that and he seemed to be avoiding talking about Shelby. So I finally ask him, "So how much did you catch this morning?"

"I left just shortly after she joined you in the bathroom. Let's check your fuel pressure and go test this out."

We drove out on Seven Lakes Road and I took the car as fast as it would go and then hit the nitrous button. The immediate change in speed almost made me lose control of the car, when the second stage hit I knew I had a mean ass beast here. "I wonder how close I can come to beating Don now."

"Shit dude, this car is getting scary, but his is a whole 'other level of nasty. I'm glad you changed that rear end man, this would have put us in the ditch with the old one."

We went home and I slept well that night. I had talked to Shelby for an hour or two before falling asleep. She met me again for lunch on Friday and we made plans to go to a movie that night. Only catch was her parents wanted to meet me first. I get nervous about meeting parents; I am hoping Herb and Dianne are exceptions to the rule, but I don't know they are.

I got to her house about six and was met at the door by her younger sister Brandi. Brandi was a grade behind me in school and would graduate in the spring. She is only 17 and is just as hot as Shelby is, if not a bit more. She was wearing a short white skirt that showed a lot of leg and a tight white sweater that did little to disguise her terrific breasts. Like her sister she needed no make up to be a knock out.

"You must be our new Stevie." She said, "I hear wonderful things about you."

She winked and whispered in my ear, "Heather speaks real highly of you."

I was a bit taken aback, how did she know I knew Heather? I wasn't too concerned but knowing high school girls, they will gab.

She led me into the family room. Now I grew up around money, but I had never seen a living space as large as this. You could have easily seated forty people in this room in front of one of the biggest plasma screen TV I had ever seen. Shelby's father George stood up to greet me.

"It sure is nice to finally meet the guy who has swept my Shelby off of her feet. George James, I sure have heard a lot about you son."

I took his hand trying not to wince at his powerful grasp. He stood 6' 4" and was a very lean 220 pounds I figured. He had been a college football star and hadn't let himself get out of shape. "Steve Sheppard sir, nice to meet you as well."

"Shelby and her mother had to run to the store, so I am supposed to entertain you until they return. Come with me."

He led me through the kitchen to a door I assumed led to the garage. "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." He opened the door and turned on the lights. It was a six car garage.

George is a successful attorney. Of the six slots three were occupied by classic cars. He had a neon green 32 T bucket with a blown small block Chevy motor, he had a black 57 Chevy, and he had a 65 Chevelle SS. Both of the Chevys were fully restored and looked as if he'd bought them straight off of the showroom floor. The T was just plain ass sweet. His personal ride was an Escalade, and his wife drove a Mercedes M class. Shelby had a Mazda Miata. What impressed me most was the fact that he had restored the cars himself.

Then it came time for me to show mine, so we went into the driveway and I opened my hood. "What in the world are you running her son?"

"572 inches of Bowtie sir. Barry Grant prepped Dominator carbs, and fuel pump, Doug Nash five-speed, and a nine inch rear." I answered.

"How does a kid afford this kind of power?"

"I bought the Merlin block new. But the rotating assembly and the Nash tranny I bought off of Jimmy Rich. He was getting divorced and let his spare parts go cheap to avoid his soon to be ex selling them."

"Wow. Is it as nasty as it sounds?"

"Low 10's on the strip last summer, but I have added a four link and a couple of other tricks since. I fully expect it to get close to the 8's next summer."

"And it's streetable?"

I nodded. "After the new year I'm putting a 10 point cage in it so I can race next summer."

"You don't show off with my daughter in the car do you?"

"No sir. I won't yank your chain and say I never race it off the track, but I never race with a passenger. I will definitely never put Shelby in danger."

We went back inside and sat. We talked cars for a bit, with Brandi wandering in and out of the room, always seeming to need to pick something off the floor or reach up on a shelf. I hoped Mr. James didn't notice my noticing.

About half an hour later Shelby and her mom came in the door. Heidi James was stunning. It wasn't hard to see where the girls got their looks from. Shelby introduced me and then gave me a deep kiss in front of her family. I was a bit surprised she did, but her parents said nothing.

Shelby went upstairs to change and Mrs. James beckoned me into her office. I don't know what she does for a living, but she had a lot of certificates on her wall. "You know I'm the main reason Maddie is going into the career she is, don't you?"

I just kind of smiled. I have no clue what Maddie is going to school for. She could see by my reaction I had no clue. I should probably be careful what I say around her. "You don't know what I do or what your own sister is going to school for do you?"

"No I sure don't ma'am. Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Just a shame, because I always wanted to believe Shelby exaggerated the amount of neglect you had to withstand. I'm not surprised to see the two of you together. She's loved you for some time now."

Once again I was taken aback. "I always thought at most I was an annoyance to Maddie and her friends. Usually I was just ignored."

"I am a psychiatrist. I hope if you need to get anything off of your chest you'll come talk to me. If Shelby loves you then George and I do too."

At that time Shelby came in and announced it was time for us to go before her parents drove me off. I assured her there was no such danger. Her mom hugged both of us, her dad shook my hand and we were off. "I hope they didn't harass you too much darling"

"No babe. They were cool. What movie shall we go see?"

"Let's go see that new Will Ferrell movie. I hear it's funny."

I don't get into movies much so I had to take her word for it. When we got to the Cineplex, there were only two large lines for movies. One was a space movie of some sort, and the other was an adaptation on a popular teen book I had actually heard of. We got our tickets and went in. We got sodas and a tub of buttered popcorn to share.

I followed her into the theater. Out of the corners of my eyes I caught guys checking her out. Even saw one girl punch her boyfriend in the nards as he checked pout her ass. She did look hot. She wore a whit fuzzy sweater that clung to her chest just right, and a denim skirt that just hit her tight toned thighs.

We sat in the back of the room. There weren't many other people in the theater; I guess they were in lines to see the more popular movies. Shelby looked simply stunning in the backwash of light from the screen.

The commercials and previews finally ended and the movie started. I was going to ask which guy was Will Ferrell, but I didn't want to look stupid. Turned out, we weren't really there to see the movie.

"Time for paybacks baby." She whispered in my ear adding a bit of tongue.

"Paybacks?" I asked.

"Yes. Paybacks for the most incredible sex a girl could ever have. One rule, you don't get to touch me more than I say ok to. Deal?"

"Deal."

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her bare thigh. I slid it up towards paradise only to have her stop me three inches below her skirt. She placed her hand directly over my cock and kissed my ear again. My cock was starting to strain the crotch of my jeans.

"Oh my. Someone likes this an awful lot." She started stroking my meat through my jeans. Soon my cock was begging to be released. I groaned and tried to slide my hand up again, only to be rebuked. "No no baby. Leave your hands just where they are and enjoy the ride."

On the screen, one guy was trying to break into a bank vault, while another was trapped in garbage bags. I'm glad I had Shelby with me, or I'd have left already.

Shelby unzipped my jeans and freed my aching dick. She teased a finger around the head, wiping up some pre-cum that had flowed out and tasted it. For the next half hour, she'd keep jerking me off until I was on the verge of erupting, then she'd ring the base of my cock with her fist, cutting off my pending orgasm. This continued until a big car chase scene. Shelby leaned over and took my rigid throbbing penis into her mouth and began sucking me off. I thought that she'd finish me this time. I was wrong. Once again she clamped me off as I was about to cum.

I gave a frustrated moan at that and she rose up and kissed me. "I love you baby. Please don't think I am doing this to be mean. Let's go to your place and you'll see the full payback my darling."

All the way home she kept jerking me off. I only almost came once, when she got carried away and choked it off late. I felt like my balls were going to explode.

If Shirley was watching when we got home she'd have seen e trying to climb the porch, and open my door while holding up my jeans, while Shelby was tugging on my Johnson. I finally got the door open and we made it downstairs. No sooner had I closed the door when Shelby was on her knees with my cock in her talented mouth. She tugged my jeans all the way to the floor and grabbed my ass with both hands.

"Oh fuck baby. I am so ready to explode. Uh Uh Uh..Oh god!!"

She sucked with such enthusiasm. She kept taking me deeper and deeper until she finally had all of me in her mouth and throat. I could feel my balls beginning to boil and my load was eminent. She sensed this and choked my cum off again. She was driving me completely batshit! She began again sucking my cock like a pro. I grabbed her head and proceeded to try to face fuck her, that is until I started pumping and felt teeth. I looked down to see her snarl at me and I stood corrected.




Princess Ch. 03



She started once again. I was starting to get sore in the balls. Shelby was working my cock in and out of her mouth with fervor now. I felt my load rising once again and she sensed this and put one hand on my sac and began playing with my balls. Her other hand suddenly inserted a finger up my ass. I exploded in her throat. My knees buckled and I saw stars. She pulled back a little bit and I saw her cheeks expand with the force of my load.

I sat down hard enough to rattle my teeth. I was spent. Shelby curled up next to me on the couch and laid her head on my chest and said, "You like baby?"

"You trying to kill me babe? Damn that was something else."

"Oh definitely not sweetie. How can I grow old with you if I kill you now?"

We went to bed and we made gentle love. Afterward she laid her head on my chest and I could hear her softly crying. "Hey. What's wrong baby?" Did I do something wrong?"

She reached up and softly stroked my face, "Oh no baby. You just make me so happy. I think of all of the time I have wasted, and you have been under my nose all this time. God I love you."

"I love you too babe. You have no idea how happy you have made me."

We slept like babies in each others arms. Around three in the morning I sat up straight and stifled the scream in my throat. I was sweating like I had just finished a marathon and felt I was being watched.

I never remember the dream. I've been having it off and on since after thanksgiving. All I know is I wake up ready to scream and then I feel a powerful dread that hangs with me until late in the morning. I just hoped I didn't wake Shelby.

In the morning we had a quickie in the shower and I took her home and went to work. She wasn't going to be able to make it to lunch because she had to help pack for their Illinois trip.

I cruised to Johnny's after work and met up with all the guys. We were bullshitting and such when her car pulled into Johnny's. She came running up to me and gave me a deep kiss. "Oh baby, I couldn't bear to leave without seeing you tonight, even for just a little bit." I introduced Shelby to those of my friends who didn't know her.

After thirty minutes or so a familiar car pulled into the parking lot. It was a lime green and white 68 Plymouth Barracuda. We all knew the car well, but we couldn't figure out why the Rodriguez brothers would be here. They never raced off the track and couldn't make the car run well enough to beat any of us any way.

Our debate was cut short by the rich boy Geoff Mandrel and some north side skank getting out of the car. Geoff was well known on the street race scene that covered the north side of town. All of them were "Fast and Furious" wannabes with more money than taste.

Geoff walked over and looked directly at me and started his bullshit.

"Hey you long haired faggot. You too much of a pussy to race me tonight?"

Mike popped in with, "Who are you calling faggot, you piece of cum laden shit?"

"You and your long haired pussy sister over here. What the fuck are you doing here Shelby? Pity date or something?"

I put my hand on her arm and stepped up in front of her, "Fuck you and your gutter whore there. You are in the wrong area. The race for cocks is being held at the mall as we speak."

"Suck my cock Sheppard. Just because you can't even beat your sister. Sawed off little bitch."

"Dude you might wanna head north before your alligator mouth writes a check your chipmunk ass can't cash." said Mike.

"You girls are afraid to race my car. What a bunch of cunts."

"Afraid of racing your car. Oh...I thought you were trying to sell blow jobs. That's the only thing you got on any of us."

"Put your money where your mouth is punk!"

"I got nothing to prove here cock monger! You talked shit, not me. You gonna put daddy's money on your car? Any one of us will see whatever you lay down."

"All right boy, I got a grand here says my 'Cuda will romp any of you. Too much dough for you assholes?"

Don finally stepped in, "Ok boy. You are racing the one of us who pulls the high card, for however much cash you have on you."

Don must have been pissed. He usually won't race anyone unless they are putting up big dollars. Three grand or better will usually interest him. He handed Shelby the deck of cards.

We drew. High card was racing tonight for a thousand bucks. If the guy who got it couldn't front the grand, we'd all pitch in, for a percentage of the winnings of course.

Greg and Mike drew a four and a ten respectively. Shelby looked at me with trepidation and offered the deck. I pulled the jack of Spades. Now she offered to Don. I held my breath as he drew, and slowly revealed.......a five of hearts. I handed my thousand to Don to hold.

I looked over at Geoff with a smirk. Let's go fruity!"

Shelby came over. We gonna beat him babe?"

"Definitely baby. You can ride with Don. I never race with a passenger."

"I understand doll." She kissed me and said "Go get him lover."

That earned me some cat calls from my pals. I got in my car and pulled out onto the boulevard. Looking in my mirror I could have sworn I saw Maddie's car pulling into Johnny's. I turned at the light and went to the bank parking lot to give our people time to get into place. I see Geoff pull in behind me. After a few minutes I pull back onto the street and head east. Geoff moves beside me at the light and we approach the crosswalk light at the super market.

As we approach the light it goes red. My mental timer now starts. The "Walk" sign is lit. I flip a switch that operates the electric valve on the nitrous oxide bottle. It's hidden under the rear seat so I have to open it remotely. When the "Walk sign" starts blinking I start counting. It will blink 12 times. After that the "Don't Walk" will blink 10 times. The sign will then go solid for ten seconds before the light turns green.

Mike signals us so that we are even on the line. I see the "Don't Walk" sign start blinking and I hit my purge button for the nitrous system three times. The purge jet is located under the car so that my opponent can't see the purge. The sign goes to solid and I mentally count the seconds. At seven seconds I hit my line lock button and rev my engine to 4500 rpm. At ten seconds I dump my clutch and release the line lock launching my car as the light turns green. I lose sight of the road for a second or two because my car went into a wheel stand.

His car disappears from my peripheral vision instantly. My shift light flashes at 7500 rpm and I shift to 2nd gear. Quickly the light flashes again and I hit 3rd. I glance sideways and can't see Geoff. The light flashes again and I hit 4th gear. I glance in the rear view mirror and see that he's at least 60 feet behind me. Knowing that car, it will fall flat on its face really soon. The light flashes again and I hit 5th gear and push the nitrous button. As soon as I do I feel the car lunge forward and see Geoff disappear behind me. Shortly after, I feel another lunge as the second stage of the nitrous system hits. I see bluffs road coming up and see Don and Shelby watching at the finish line. Maddie is there too. My mental clock, which has always been accurate within 3 tenths of a second, tells me I ran somewhere around nine and a half seconds.

I let off the gas and let the car coast to a safer speed for the road. I drive a mile past the finish and turn into a residential area. I put on my Offspring CD and play the same song I always play to reflect my feelings for someone out of my past. As The Offspring's "Gone Away" plays I drive past the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ron Pearlman. Once they were neighbors in Herb and Dianne's neighborhood, but after a family tragedy they moved. I say a prayer of thanks as I pass their home. It's kind of a post race ritual.

Leaving flowers on your grave Show that I still care But black roses and Hail Mary's Can't bring back what's taken from me I reach to the sky And call out your name And if I could trade I would  And it feels And it feels like Heaven's so far away And it stings Yeah it stings now The world is so cold Now that you've gone away

After that my thoughts turn to Maddie. I had pretty much gotten over her. Seeing her tonight brought back that shitty feeling that Shelby had by and large wiped out of me. I had little choice but to face her, I'm sure she'll be waiting at Johnny's. I will face her on my time and terms.

I pulled back into Johnny's and collected my winnings from Don and from the skank that was with Geoff. Don said "We need to have speaks junior." I nodded and continued toward Shelby. As I approached Shelby, Maddie comes into my view, smiling like we're long lost lovers and are burning for each other. I walk by her and tell her to meet me in Wal Mart's parking lot in twenty minutes. Her smile disappears but I could care less.

Mike, Gary and some of the guys were perched in the back of Craig's pick up. I went over and we high fived all around. As we gabbed I saw Maddie getting into her car to leave. I turned around and Shelby was right there. Now I could smile.

"I was scared baby" she said as she walked up and hugged me.

"No need babe. I was just fine."

"Your car is too fast. I love you and I don't want to lose you because of racing."

I pulled her tightly to me and hugged her. "I'll never leave you alone babe. You won't get rid of me so easy. Unless you decide you don't want me."

"Not a chance. You're all mine and I don't plan on letting go."

She kissed me deeply and grabbed my ass. This invited a chorus of whoops and other assorted catcalls from the guys. We walked to her car and kissed again. She got in, mouthed "I love you." as I did the same to her in return. As she pulled away I turned to look for Don. He was sitting in his car waiting. I got in and braced myself for an ass chewing.

"Do you think you'll do her any justice by dying on the same road as she did?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you juicing your car when it was not necessesary. I know you miss her terribly, we all do. You have a young woman who is now expecting to have you in her life for a long time. Step back from the ledge and join the living."

"Would you feel better knowing I have a cage on order?"

"I'd feel better knowing that you are OK. Jenny and I both love you like a son Steve and a blind man could see how bad Shelby has it for you. Even Maddie seems to have come around."

"She's getting married, you know?" he shook his head, "Yeah. Married. Told me by fucking text message. How's that for the personal touch?"

"All I can say is; talk to her. You guys have never been like a real brother and sister, so she might not know how to be the big sister anymore than you know how to be a brother. It's neither one of your faults."

I opened the door and got out, but stuck my head back in and said, "I'll even smile."

I got in my car and drove to Wal Mart. Maddie was there waiting as I had asked. I restarted "Gone Away" and turned the volume up. I wanted to not talk about this in my car. I pulled up next to her car and motioned for her to get in. She got in, and said nothing. She looked as if she'd been crying. I couldn't figure out what she had to cry about. I drove to the back alley behind Charley's and got out of the car. I opened the back door and beckoned her inside. I then led her to my office and bade her to sit.

I offered her a Kleenex then got my trusty bottle and took a slug. I felt powerful in my office. Just what I needed to try to talk to Maddie on the level I felt she'd listen to me.

"Please let me say my piece before you say anything Maddie."

I paused to roll the right words through my head and to control my emotions as best I could.

"You know you could have left that Saturday morning, never having worked over my heart, and never seen me again? I have been spending the past two weeks trying to figure out why you just didn't leave me be. Why did I have to get my heart crushed in all of this? The worst part is I can't talk to anyone about this."

She was looking at me stupidly like I was making an unbased accusation so I pulled my phone and pulled up the message. As I was pulling it up she piped in.

"I never did anything to break your heart dear. But you broke mine by taking up with my best friend. I ask you why? Why couldn't you wait til I was home?"

I was tearing up and didn't like it. "WHAT??" I screamed inside my head. "Didn't break MY heart? Has she fucking gone nuts?" I slid my phone to her. I tried to hide my emotions but failed. All I could get out with a sob was, "Why?"

Her eyes got large as she read the first message. "Now go to the next one and tell me how innocent you are." Her eyes got even wider as she read that one. "Now dial 1 and hit send."

"Stevie wha.."

"Just do it." I cut her off short, "Yes I saved it all."

She dialed and said "Code?"

"6576 star. Press 7 for saved message"

Her face turned pale as she listened. I thought she was going to pass out when the nice mechanical bitch who guides us through the "Voice Mail Zone" spit her number out as having left the message.

She was silent for a while. I offered her a slug of vodka which she took. Then her tears fell. "Stevie, I am so fucking sorry." She sobbed. "I didn't send you these messages, but I know who did. Mark. He has been upset because the two times I was with him I made him wear a rubber. He had to have gotten a hold of my phone and sent these. The voicemail had to have been sent while I was with him. Oh fuck I am so sorry. I don't blame you at all for hooking up with Shelby. Please just tell me it isn't serious."

"I can't tell you it isn't serious. She dumped her fiancé for me. I'd like to beat Mark's ass for doing this, but it's done. And I'm not much for beating ass unless it's in a car."

I could tell she was upset. I just didn't know what to do or say. I offered her another shot of vodka which she accepted with a weak smile. We sat for a while not speaking. Funny thing is I felt closer to her that night than I had when I was fucking her after Thanksgiving.

Finally she spoke. "I don't know yet what I'm going to do about Mark, but he's going to pay."

"I'll help you gladly."

"Thanks bro. I do love you more than you can know." She said with a sob, "I sure wish I hadn't wasted so many years alienating you."

"Don't cry about it Maddie. I wouldn't be me if you, Herb and Dianne hadn't treated me that way. I am who I am because of you guys. I ought to thank you guys."

"Funny thing is that I don't know if you are being facetious or genuine. I still might yell at Shelby for moving in on you. Manda is pissed. I guess she thought she had a shot at you."

I viably shuddered at the thought of that she beast masturbating thinking of me. She's what I might think of during sex to fight off and impending orgasm, if I don't go soft that is. I had another shot and offered her one. She declined this one.

"Stevie, I'm concerned with how much you drink babe. I know you vomit blood and I am concerned. You do know that alcoholism runs in the family?"

"Nope. I did not know that, and when have you seen me vomit blood?"

"When I was home during Thanksgiving. I saw it in the toilet."

"I flushed when I got out of the...." Damn! There was that rubbing one out in the shower coming back to haunt me again. I took another slug.

"Yes, you were in the shower, and yes I saw what you were doing."

I felt my ears turning bright red. I wanted to crawl under my desk and hide.

"Don't be embarrassed sweetie. I love watching you jerk off. Why do you think I wanted to fuck you? Your cock turns me on to no end baby."

I suddenly needed to get out of there. If I stayed any longer I was going to end up fucking my sister again and I couldn't do that to Shelby. "Are you ready to go back to your car? I have to get some sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow." I lied.

"Yeah. Can I call you tomorrow?"

I didn't see any harm in that. "Sure Maddie. You can call me anytime as long as you aint banging some random dude." We parted company laughing.

Sunday was a day of folks leaving. The James' left for Illinois, Herb, Dianne and Maddie split for Cali, and Mike and his dad left for Vegas. Before Mike left he stocked me up on beer and vodka, and his dad tossed me the keys to the shop so that a couple of customers could get their cars, and I could use a bay if I wanted to.

I spent the day drinking beer, drinking vodka, and watching football. I was fairly drunk when Shelby called me that afternoon to tell me they were at her Grandmas and all was well. I think I held the conversation well but couldn't be 100% sure. I didn't seem to piss her off so I took it as a good sign.

I ordered a pizza about six o'clock and passed out some time after eating three slices of it. I awoke around eleven to my phone ringing. It was Maddie calling. Likely to tell me how nice Grandmas house is or hoe nice the weather is in L.A. She hung up by time I had found my phone, but she left a message.

"Hey little bro. I was calling to see how you are today; I am feeling low after yesterday. It's a bit scary over here so call me soon please."

What could be scary at Grandma's house? I got up got a couple more beers and went to bed. I was on the verge of passing out again when my phone rang. It was Maddie.

"He lllo?"

"Stevie? Are you OK?"

"Fuckin peachy baby. How's life treating you in the city of angels?"

"What the hell are you talking about Steve?"

"Fuck-king Cali. How is La La land?"

"I'm at home Stevie. Mom and dad went to Grammas with out me. I'm still here in Stonemoore. How much have you had to drink? You sound completely fucked up."

"What a co-inky-dink. I am completely fucked up."

"Put Mike on the phone hun."

"Mickey is in Vegas. Everyone's gone. Just me and my long necked friends here."

"Shit! Can I come over Stevie? You shouldn't be alone."

"I fine as wine darling. I am goin to bed. Must sleep."

***

Monday was uneventful. I woke up to a mild discomfort, and a killer hangover, but not the terror I had known recently. Christmas rush didn't apply at Charley's. We sold more stuff than usual, but we didn't have the shopping hordes found at the other stores around town. Both of my lessons for the day had canceled so I spent the day on the floor.

That evening as I was at Tony's getting a spaghetti dinner Maddie called me.

"Are you hanging today little brother?"

"Kinda. What's up with you?"

"Just calling to ask you what I wanted to ask your drunk ass last night. Will you come stay with me? It is really creepy being here all by myself and I want to spend some time with you."

"Yeah, I suppose I could. Nosy ass Shirley will keep an eye on my place. I'll be there in thirty or so."

"Cool!! See you then."

It kind of cracked me up that I was going back to Herb's house to babysit. I thought I'd never see the inside of it again. I'd likely sleep on the couch since I am sure my room was turned into a storage room, or empty space the day I moved out.

I got there at around eight o'clock. Maddie and I had a few beers and she told me her plan to pay back Mark for his bullshit. I had my doubts about her plan but decided to help her anyway.

Around midnight we decided to call it a night. I headed for the couch.

"Where are you going?"

"Couch. I need a place to sleep."

"Well your bed is still up there, or you can tuck in with me. I'm too tired to put the moves on you bro, so you're safe."

I had never done more than pass though Maddie's room to get to mine when my door would lock. Now I was crashing in her bed. Mine had no covers.

Again I woke with a start around three. I jumped completely out of bed and looked around for my unseen enemy. I was truly scared and disoriented. After a few panicked minutes I realized where I was and climbed back into bed. Maddie threw her arm over me and cuddled into me. All I could do was shudder.




Princess Ch. 03



Princess - Ch. 03

New friends, TV appearance, vacation, and discovery



Princess Ch. 03



I recalled something Marjorie had said over a year earlier when we were first together. I called her and we had a long chat about a cabin she'd talked about, a place her parents inherited in Tennessee near one end of the Natchez Trace - a centuries old and famous hiking trail. The cabin was even on a small lake. Since her parents both worked and seldom got away to go to the place. Marjorie hadn't been there in two years, but gave me meticulous directions and told me how to find the hidden entry key.

The next morning Carrie and I headed out of Washington, and got on Interstate 81 headed south to Knoxville area and then to where the Trace started near Nashville. We'd stayed overnight in Blacksburg, and made the rest of the trip the next day. We stopped in Knoxville, bought a cooler, and loaded up with food supplies for a week. I had the mistaken impression that I would also catch some fish; Carrie fortunately covered for my erroneous thinking with additional meals.

The cabin was beautiful and just what you'd dream about: isolated, about fifty feet from the edge of the quiet lake, rustic - yet it had electricity and hence well water. We aired out the place, particularly the bedding, and made ourselves at home.

We'd called Marjorie when we were near Nashville. She still felt that she was being followed, and had even asked the station for private security that they had given to her instantly. She'd done a couple more morning and daytime talk shows, talking about the Princess and her impressions, and how the interview had come about.

I urged her to come and join us, and she said she was considering it but trying to figure out how to 'lose her tail' as she called it. She'd either let us know, or just show up.

Carrie and I felt as though we were on our honeymoon in the place. The cabin encouraged intimacy in all ways. We had a rainy day on our second day, and we stayed in each other's arms and talked about a lot of important things in our lives in front of a fire to take away the dampness.

I reminded Carrie about the small fortune she had in trust and could use anytime she wanted for any purpose. It wasn't that we wanted the money, it was what it might let her do that might be pleasing. Consequently, we had a long talk about philanthropy. 

For a mid-twenties woman, I found myself amazed at how informed and mature she was. No wonder she'd felt the strength to make the decisions she recently made about starting over on her terms.

Marjorie arrived on our fourth day there. She'd flown from DC to Atlanta, from there to Tallahassee where she stayed overnight, and then took a charter to Knoxville where she rented a car to drive to Nashville and then the cabin. She felt certain no that one had followed her. She also brought along a 'present' for Carrie as she called him, a bodyguard named Jerry Mason.





Princess Ch. 03



And after dinner, we got back into the sex, swapping partners several times before we cuddled up with someone and went to sleep. Marge made sure that Carrie ended up with me, a point I must thank her for, because the love we felt was alive and well.

I heard Marge and Jerry going at it in the other bedroom in the middle of the night. So did Carrie; and thus we got into a middle of the night fuck as well.

When we woke up to the trill of various forest birds, Carrie and I made love again. After, we dressed and then started breakfast. Marge and Jerry joined us too.

Carrie asked the group, "What'll we do today?"

"I have no idea, but I have a funny feeling that something interesting is going to happen."

Something interesting happened about a half-hour after we finished breakfast.





Princess Ch. 04



I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.  This is my first story I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism. 

I'd like to thank my friend Kate for her help with this chapter. She wrote a hot chapter and sent it to me. I changed a few pieces around to better fit into my story, and added the part after the shaving scene. Thanks for your help Kate.

Chapter 4:

Heather, the girl on reception looked at me a little strangely as I exited the elevator by the front desk. Like many technology companies the lobby was sparse and futuristic – all metal and glass. The red haired girl looked very out of place lounging on a black leather sofa. Seeing me she stood and walked towards me. Barely out of her teens, she had red hair which cascaded down her back. A stretchy black mini skirt, continued down with black and purpled striped panty hose to heavy black boots. The top half was much the same. Thick black eye liner and a short crop top with, "fuck the world", written in white across it. Three inches of pale skin were revealed below, along with a pierced naval. I knew her; she worked at the bar, "Lace". I flushed red at the thought – finally! Then I was horribly embarrassed. Heather looked on in confusion.

Seeing my blush, the redhead grinned at me with amusement as she handed me gilt edged envelop. "She says, to the letter, or not at all!'" The red haired girl laughed and strode out of the building. I stood staring at the letter before me. It was addressed to "Mommy." Heading back to the elevator I was thinking hard. The letter lay on my desk. It was from her, I knew it. I was half fearful, half excited to open it. I pondered and my mind went back over the last few weeks.

It had all started when I had called into "Lace" in the early afternoon to buy cigarettes. That same red haired girl had served me before I had been chatted up and forced to serve a dancer at the bar called Princess. I looked at the hard facts. That's the way it was – I had gone in there looking for something, not knowing what it was, and had found a need I never thought I had. Me, a well respected business professional, as well as a mother with two kids almost grown and a loving husband. It doesn't make any sense, but god I had cum so hard and I knew I wanted it again, each time with her. She used and abused me, but god I wanted it...no I needed it again.

And now this ... at work ... in front of Heather in the outer office. There the envelop lay. All sorts of feelings ran through me, before I had the courage to open it and read. The contents made me blush to my roots. I sat and thought, "I can't do that! Not ever!", but in my heart of hearts I knew I would – and I didn't have much time – three days, 10:30 on Friday night. A very busy time at "Lace". That was deliberate, I knew it.

Although I'm attractive, I know that I'm no longer stunning. At 41 and with two teenage kids I'm no longer in my first flush, but still I feel I'm striking, a few too many extra pounds, but not bad. But this Friday night I feel a tart. Even in my younger days I wouldn't have worn this! I wobbled into "Lace" in my newly bought 5 inch patent heals. My toes were pinching mercilessly. 

Even changing into this get up had been horrible. Waiting for everyone at the office to leave and then changing in the toilets and making a dash for my car hoping I wasn't spotted. I had my thick overcoat on. I hoped I could hide in it. I pushed to the bar and spoke the line I had been told. "I'm here to see my Princess," I said, not loudly to the girl serving drinks. A small smile crossed her lips. 

"I'm sorry – it's loud in here. I didn't hear." 

Louder I spoke again,"I'm here to see my Princess." The guys waiting at the bar looked at me interestedly and I started to go red. The girl looked at me again and shook her head cupping her hand to her ear. Shouting over the music again I cried, "I'm here to see ... my princess." As I said the last words the music ended and everyone close heard them. The men close by looked at me and smirked.

The girl behind the bar seemed to at last understand. "Yes, ok, I will be right back," and she disappeared into the back room. Standing nervously at the bar I looked around. To my horror I saw that serving at the far end of the bar was a girl I recognized. It was Stacy, she used to baby-sit my girls when they were younger.  She must be about 20 years old right now. I remembered it didn't end well with her; I had to fire her, as I caught her sneaking her boyfriend over my place one night. I shivered thinking how I cursed her out, and the names I called her. I turned the other way, hoping she wouldn't see me in this place dressed like this.

I tried to hide from her as the first barmaid returned. She called over to me, "I'm to take your coat. You are to buy a bottle of our best champagne and sit over there." She pointed to an empty corner with a 'reserved' sign on the table. I ordered the champagne and the girl waited, with a small grin on her face as I slowly took off my coat and passed it over the bar. 

The men close by looked me over. Oh! I felt such a fool. I just wanted to die. I looked like a tart. I was dressed in a "little red dress". Low cut at the front so that my large breasts were almost falling out of it and the short hem barely hiding my stocking tops – and those stockings! Black fishnets! Gathering what dignity I could find I tottered on those cursed heals over to the reserved table hoping for a little privacy. I knew I couldn't wear this dress. My plump middle pushed out I looked pregnant - or so I thought. 

My champagne arrived – in an ice bucket with two glasses. To my shame the waitress that brought it was Stacy, my former baby-sitter. She set down the bucket and glasses and turned to me to ask if I needed her to pour it, then she recognized me, and her mouth dropped. She didn't say anything, but the look on her face said it all, that sneering smile on her face made me want to melt into the seat. Oh the shame of it. She just shook her head and walked back to the bar.

I sat there for a further 45 minutes, sipping at champagne. In that time no less that four men had come up to me and asked if the second glass was for them. Each time I had sent them away with a flea in their ear, but each time I felt the shame of being a tart ... and I knew I was one. I was Princess' tart and she was making sure I knew it. At last the red haired girl came to fetch me. She led me by the hand to the elevator and pushed me into it. "Go on. She is waiting."

The door opened and there was my Princess standing looking at me by the big desk. She smiled. "Come here, let me look at you!" My heart skipped a beat as I went forward obediently and stood before her. "Turn around!" her voice was cold. I did so. I stood under her gaze and that of the burly bouncer, Joe. "Good, now pay Joe and don't forget his tip! You do recall how payment was to be made?" I nodded blushing scarlet with embarrassment. I stood before the desk and slowly pulled up the hem of my short dress. The tops of the fishnets were revealed along with a matching fishnet thong – it covered nothing but pushed down the front of it was $600, a tight roll of $20 bills. Joe leaned forward and pulled the roll from my thong. 

I felt like the dirtiest whore alive. He ran his fingers along the outer bill and sniffed at it. His fingers came away damp and I knew that Princess had made me sit for almost an hour with those bills between my legs just for this moment. Joe carefully took the top 5 bills from the roll, including the wet one and set them aside before counting the rest and putting it into the till. Princess looked at me and smiled. "Well who's a good mommy? Now follow me! Leave your dress round your waist it suits you, but on all fours! And crawl to the room I have prepared!" I left my dress pulled up, dropped to my knees and followed obediently.

The room my Princess; for that is how I thought of her now, led me to, was a different one than before. It had a leather sofa and other chairs and a glass coffee table. The table had lights inside it so that the glass surface lit up. I crawled in and looked up at Princess getting a proper look at her for the first time. She was wearing black leather calf boots, a short leather skirt and a baby pink crop top. From the way her nipples played against the fabric I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"Stand up! Let me look at you," she commanded. I did as she asked; knowing I had no choice, wobbling as I stood on those cursed heals. My dress was still round my waist as she walked casually round me in her heals (bitch!). "My, my, how far we have fallen. You are my whore now – willingly dressing as a slut just to get to see me. What are you?"

"I'm your whore", I whispered. 

"Not good enough! Louder you fat sow!" 

"I'm your whore, Princess," I said firmly, knowing it to be true and hating myself for admitting it. 

"Better, but what are we going to do about this?" She pointed to where my pubes were sticking out from the tiny fishnet thong.

"Stand on the table you fat bitch!" She pulled aside an ashtray and a heavy looking book so there was room for me to stand on the glass surface. Obediently, I stepped up onto the table and to my shame found that the lights inside it shone upwards, lighting my legs and crotch. Princess pulled something from a bag by the sofa and a soft buzzing came to my ears as she turned the device on. She approached me and I saw that she was holding a small set of electric clippers, with a head less than an inch wide. Smiling she caught the waist band of my thong and pressed it into the blades of the clippers. The motors struggled for a moment before cutting it through. Quickly, she cut my thong on the other side and the ruins fell to the surface of the table. "Spread you feet, slut!" I shuffled my feet apart about 1 foot. "More, or am I going to have to send you home early?" I obeyed. My feet were more than 2 feet apart. The light was shining up from below, illuminating everything and princess was grinning, her face a foot from my crotch. I was so embarrassed as I could tell I was already fully lubricated.

She started to shave me. My blonde pubes fell in locks to the coffee table. In front she left just a thin vertical strip that she trimmed down little more than fuzz. "On all fours and spread your knees," she ordered. What else could I do? She started to shave my labia and to my shame I was dripping freely. Finishing, I felt her wipe her finger between my lips. It must have been covered in my juices, as indeed it was when she pushed the finger under my nose. "Who's a horny, fat sow of a whore then?" 

"I am princess."

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that."

"I'm a horny, fat sow and your whore my Princess." How could I even utter those words? She pushed her finger towards my mouth which I sucked greedily.

Princess looked down at the clippings of pubic hair lying on the table. "Look at all of that wet hair; you have more hair than a gorilla. My, my, what to do with this disgusting mess – oh, I know," a wicked gleam came into her eye. She picked up a pinch of hair and walked round in front of me. "Open, tongue out!" Knowing I had now choice I did as she asked. She dropped the pubes into my mouth and over my tongue. "Now swallow!" I took them into my month and rolled them into a ball. Very unpleasant it felt. "I'm waiting! Swallow them!" I did so and almost gagged. I spluttered as the spiked ball of hair went down my throat. I had barely time to recover before she was holding another load of hair before me. With reluctance I took a second mouthful and choked it down. Princess had a third and hopefully final handful before my face when there was a knock at the door.

"Enter." Princess shouted and in walked the young bar maid, Stacy, the girl who used to baby-sit for my daughters. "I've brought up the lady's champagne – and also, she's going to need to sign this release form." 

Princess took the form, and folded it, so just the signature part was visible; placed it in front of me then said, "Just sign this, I'll explain my little surprise to you in a minute." I shivered inside wondering exactly what it was I was signing, but by this point I was too sexed up to even ask.

Princess handed the form back to Stacy. "Here you go, thanks Stacy, I'll talk to you later." Stacy took a long look at me making me wish I could disappear into thin air.

"Did she tell you that we know each other?" Stacy asked.

"No she didn't," Princess giggled gleefully," Please tell me how."

"I used to baby-sit for her girls, but she fired me because I invited my boyfriend over one time when I was sitting for her girl. Three years of baby-sitting, and just like that I was gone. She was pretty nasty about it as well, called me a slut for bringing him over." Stacy said with an air of superiority. 

"Yes I had a feeling she used to be a stuck up bitch, but not anymore, she's just a horny mommy slut. I'll show you."

Princess looked at me, then scooped up a giant handful of pubes, and placed them in Stacy's hand.  Princess looked directly in my eye, "Well what are you waiting for?" In shame and disgust, I crawled to Stacy who was holding her hand out. 

I took a large mouthful as Stacy looked at me. Her expression was one that was mixed with shock, disgust and the satisfaction of revenge. "Get it all." Princess ordered, "Don't make poor Stacy hold on to your disgusting mess any longer than she needs to." I forced the remaining amount in my mouth, chewed and swallowed them gagging as they went down. Here I was my dripping, shaved pussy exposed to this former baby-sitter, on all fours kneeling on a coffee table and gagging as I was forced to eat my own pubic hair. What could be worse? Well worse was that I knew that I would take it all and enjoy it.

"Now thank Stacy." Princess ordered.

"Thank you Stacy," was my humiliated reply.

"Any time you fat whore." Stacy replied as she left the room.

After Stacy left, Princess turned to me. "Now where were we? Oh yes did you bring what I asked." I nodded. "Well get it for me then, what are you waiting for you lazy slut?" I crawled over to the small shopping bag I had carried to the room, took the bag in my mouth and brought it back to Princess.

Kneeling at her feet, I sat sneaking a peak up Princess's skirt as she examined the contents of the bag. "Good girl, you've done well."  She poured the contents on the couch beside her. I looked at the items on the couch, the items Princess demanded I bring.

I saw my youngest daughters cheerleading uniform consisting of a bright red skirt with a slit on the front side. The top was a wrap around halter style, also the school colors red and white. It had large letters on the front KATS her school nickname, and was meant to expose a tiny bit of belly.

Included were 2 red and white ribbons. Completing the items were 2 large red and white pom-poms. "Oh you're such a slutty mommy, now time to get your outfit on." My jaw must have dropped 2 feet when her words sunk into my consciousness. 

In an instant an argument raged inside my skull. "Did she say what I though she said? She couldn't possibly expect that to fit on me...Well what did you think she had you bring this for?" In my mind I had thought, (hoped...prayed even) that she meant to wear it herself. It would have looked great on Princess.

Princess sensed my hesitation, "Don't worry Mommy, I'll help you with it, come on now, be a dear and hold your arms out to your side." Princess took the halter and placed it around my left arm, wrapped it down across my breasts, around my back all the way back around, and over my left breast.  She pulled the 2 parts tightly and tied it around my neck. On the girls the top looked absolutely adorable almost like a large red and white X, which exposed a tiny bit of belly underneath. 

On me on the other hand, it was a disaster. First it barely covered my breasts, leaving most of my belly exposed. My tits look literally looked like they were going to burst out of it, and in truth I was afraid they might rip right through it. The worst part however, were my rock hard nipples where jutting obscenely through the top.

"Ooooo you look so cute mommy-wommy...now let's get the skirt on." I struggled to my feet still wobbly wearing the heels. She had me step into the skirt and pulled it up over my ass. "Now I know what it feels like to make sausage," Princess tittered. After she finally managed to get in on, to my horror and embarrassment I heard "rrrrip." I looked down and to my horror the slit on the front had exploded. What was formally a 3 inch slit had grown to almost 8 inches.

The skirt didn't even completely cover my ass. Princess had me kneel back down, as she began to work on my face and hair. When she finally finished, she said, "There, perfect stand up and let me take a look" 

I once again struggled to my feet. Princess had me turn and face the mirror. I was horrified. She had done my hair and face up like a little girl. Hair tied with the ribbons into pigtails, my breasts obscenely stretching the top. My belly was completely exposed, and jutting out. The skirt barely and I mean barely covered my cunt. Any slight move would cause some part of my body to be exposed. Down below I still had on the black fishnets and heels.

This outfit made the one I had worn into the bar seem as conservative as a nun's habit. Much to my chagrin Princess snapped several pictures of me. She then took me by the hand, "Let's go, they are going to love you." 

I stopped dead in my tracks finally protesting, "Princess, I can't go anywhere like this."

Princess looked at me sternly with an expression that left no room for argument, "Oh yes you can, and you will missy. You remembered the recording I made don't you? How would you like it, along with these pictures I just took to be delivered to both your house and your office, first thing tomorrow?"

I lowered my head in shame and defeat, knowing full well I had no choice anymore. As Princess led me to a different elevator, I screwed up the courage to ask her, "Princess, where are you taking me?"

"I signed you up to dance at the club, why do you think you signed that release. As soon as you make enough money to pay off my debts, I'll let you go." 

The elevator stopped at the first floor opening directly into an empty room. "This is back stage; we'll wait here until they call you out. Oh don't worry Mommy, you'll make good tips...most of the dancers here are too modest, and wear a g-string when they perform on stage. The guys are just going to love it when they see that gaping wet cunt of yours."

Princess then proceeded to take out a vial of white powder and pour some onto a spoon. "Here sniff this it will help you to get into the mood; it's a combination of cocaine and ecstasy."

Looking at the drugs, I was once again horrified at how low I had sunken. I was actually the chairperson of the, "Just say NO", committee in my girls school. Now here I was totally unable to say no.

I sniffed the drug, and felt it instantly rush to my head. Princess not quite satisfied, had me sniff 3 more spoons of it. She then had me take one final spoon and had me apply it to my cunt.

Just then the music stopped and the MC began talking on the microphone. "Tonight folks we have a special treat for you. A slutty new dancer, Please welcome Cheryl Masters," (adding insult to injury they used my real name).

Princess opened the door and gave me a nudge towards the stage. 

As I wobbled out, I was blinded by the bright lights.




Princess Ch. 04



Author's note...I was approximately half a paragraph from having this chapter ready to submit when the flash drive I was storing it on got wiped out. Since I am not working from an outline, I have to re-write the whole thing from scratch. This chapter is told from multiple points of view and has very little back tracking. I hope you enjoy and please vote...SH

I would also like to give my thanks and my undying gratitude to andrea4328 her editing prowess, making this a much better tale....SH



I walked out of the living room, naked as the day I was born. My brother's cum was running out of my well fucked pussy down my thighs. I eyed the stairs to my bedroom and decided I was too worn out to climb stairs, so we'd finish this night in our parent's room.

Steve followed me close behind, his large semi hard cock swinging back and forth. He suddenly seemed distant and tense, and seemed tired. I guess with him sleeping so little the past couple of days, tired was to be expected. He was being awakened by dreams that he couldn't remember upon waking. I was glad Heidi James would be back in town soon, because I felt Steve needed professional help.

Steve was glad to be rid of the Santa Claus mask that had concealed his identity while he fucked me on web cam to piss off my ex boyfriend Mark. Instead of pissing him off, the fucktard actually thanked me for allowing a guy to fuck me on cam. I told him to get lost and that we were going to do anal on the cam, but since he would like it we were going to my room to have the rest of our fun.

"How's my ass looking baby?" I asked Steve. I got no answer and turned to look at him. He looked off into space and appeared to be somewhere else. "Stevie!"

"Huh? What? I'm sorry I was zoning I guess."

"Are you OK baby? You seem lost."

"I'm fine Maddie, just spacey I guess."

"Are you ready to make me not be a liar? Are you ready to fuck my ass?"

"Always!

I walked over to the bed and moved a pillow from the head to the middle of the king sized bed. I climbed up and lay on my tummy, leaving my ass in the air. I spread my legs open and waited. When a few minutes had passed I looked back over my shoulder to see Stevie staring off into the distance. "Are you ok baby?" I asked him.

"Huh? Oh yeah, just a bit tired I guess. I haven't been sleeping all that well."

"We don't have to play if you are tired sweetheart."

"No I am fine Maddie. I dream of fucking your ass."

Something was deeply bothering him. I wished that I had known him better growing up. I was beginning to despise my parents.

Stevie climbed up between my thighs and began caressing my ass. "MMM, baby I love when you touch me." He started rubbing his erect cock up and down my ass crack. I realized that I had left the KY in the living room and hoped Stevie wasn't going to try to enter me dry.

He reached down and slid his erect cock into my pussy and began stroking me slowly. Just as I was starting to get into it, I felt a cold dollop of KY hit my asshole. The sweet man had grabbed it after all. He used a finger to work the lube all over my small pucker and pushed some inside. Between the cock in my pussy and his finger working in my ass I came as hard as I ever had. I knew Stevie was fighting off his impending orgasm because he was making that "huffing" sound, but he pulled out of my pussy and held off for a moment.

"Oh baby. Are you ready to fuck my ass?"

"Almost babe."

He squirted KY into my ass crack and began to rub his cock in it. I was getting so turned on by his cock gliding through my crack. Finally I reached back with both hands and spread my ass open for him. He placed his purple helmet against my little brown knot and started to put pressure on it.

"Are you ready baby?"

"Oh Stevie, I'm so ready it hurts."

He grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. We both knew that he couldn't hold me if I didn't want but I was somewhat turned on by the feeling of being under his control. He pushed and I bore down as if to poop. The head and an inch or two of his shaft was now embedded in my colon.

"Oomph, Oh fuck that thing is big."

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Fuck no!! Just go slow baby."

He pressed another inch or so into my ass and held. My sphincter was relaxing much quicker than our first time so I told him to give me more. Soon he had half of his glorious dick up my ass.

"Oh fuck yeah baby! I love it!"

I pushed up just a bit as he pushed in and he had all but an inch of his cock in my ass. He started to slowly withdraw until the head was left inside then he pushed forward again. After a few strokes like this I felt his balls hit my pussy and I knew his cock was completely in my ass. 

"Do it baby! Fuck my tight ass! Ughh."

At my encouragement he began sawing in and out of my tight asshole. He grabbed my hips and stepped up his assault on my ass. His balls kept slapping against my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. Stevie was pumping me for all he was worth and I was in heaven. I had enjoyed our first time in my ass a lot, but this time was over the top! 

I could hear a keening, mewling sound filling the room. Just as I tried to figure out what it was, I realized it was me. I didn't seem capable of making rational sounds. Stevie was breathing hard and I could feel his cock starting to swell. At the same time I could feel the heat deep in my loins, signaling my impending orgasm. As it built and exploded through me, I felt Stevie's cock spew its white hot load deep into my bowels. We collapsed in a sweating heap, with Stevie kissing the back of my neck and rubbing me all over.

I know Stevie woke up around three again in a panic. I was so wiped out from all the sex, my pussy and anus were well past sore, a good sore, but sore none the less.

"Are you ok baby?" I asked groggily, "Come back to bed."

"I uh, I, I I just need some air." I thought it almost sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Go back to sleep. I'll join you shortly."

He left the room. I tried to wait for him but I was exhausted and fell asleep. I dreamed of Stevie lost in a dark cavernous space. He ran around looking for help but none was to be found. An ominous dark presence seemed to suck all of the light out of everything. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't reach him to pull him to safety. 

I awoke around nine and was in bed alone. Stevie's side was cold like he hadn't been in bed for a while. I got up and slipped into one of mom's robes and went to see if he was making breakfast. He wasn't in the kitchen or living room. I went upstairs and found no sign of him. His duffel bag and clothes were still in my room, as was his coat. I went back down and looked in the garage. His car wasn't there. 

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number. I heard a sound coming from the living room. I went out to find his cell phone was on the table where he'd set it last night. I began to wonder if he'd just run out to get something, but I had a suspicion that he had fled. 

The message light on my phone was blinking. I looked and there were over 50 text messages from Mark. All of them said "Call Me ASAP!" There were a dozen voice mails as well. I listened to a couple of them, where Mark called me a tease and a whore. The last one said he was going to gang bang me with the football team. 

"Gang bang me? We'll see who gets pounded bitch." I said as I called an old friend of mine who had connections on the football team. Byron Childress was more than happy to make a call or two and make sure Mark Grant would never lay a finger on me.

I showered and got dressed then sat around waiting to see if Stevie would return. A little after 1:00 his phone rang. I looked at and it was Shelby calling. I debated what I was going to tell her, and then figured the truth would be best.

"Hi Shel."

"Maddie? Why are you answering Stevie's phone?"

"He came to stay with me while our parents are in Cali. He's been here since Monday evening."

"How sweet of him. Can I talk to him hon?"

"I don't know where he went..." I proceeded to tell her about his nightmares and how he wasn't here this morning when I got up. She told me that she'd noticed his bad dreams as well and called her mother in and out me on speaker phone. I told them I would drive around a bit this afternoon looking for him. 

"We'll be back home tomorrow around noon." Heidi said, "I'll try to help him after you locate him. Here is my suggestion....."

We formulated a plan, and then I went looking for my brother. I drove around to all of the places I knew he went. There was no sign of him at the music shop, nor was he at Mike's father's shop. As the sun was setting I went by his house and knocked on his door. His neighbor lady came out and asked who I was looking for.

"I'm looking for my brother Steve."

"He came home around four this morning and left again just after five dear. I haven't seen him all day."

A few times that night, I drove by his house, but I never saw any lights on. Around midnight I parked in front of his house to watch for him. I left at 2:00 a.m. and went straight home. I fell asleep by sheer exhaustion around three. I didn't like being in my parent's house all alone and desperately wished Stevie was there. I wondered how Shelby would take the news of Stevie and I sleeping together. I figured I'd talk to Heidi first and she'd know how to handle it.

Stevie had been faithful to her up until I told him of my idea of revenge on Mark. I felt fully responsible for him stepping out on Shelby and I would do what I could to see they didn't break up.

I woke up around noon to my phone ringing. It was Shelby telling me that they were home. She was saddened to hear I had found no trace of Stevie yet. I took a shower and dressed for the day. 

I was just getting ready to leave when my cell rang. It was my mom.

"Hi dear, how is everything there? Is the house ok?"

"The house is fine mom. So am I. Stevie has had some sort of breakdown though and I am truly scared for him." I said as my emotions came pouring out.

"Well maybe if he'd lay off of the drugs he wouldn't have breakdowns." I could hear my father in the background saying he wasn't paying to bail the little fucker out of prison. I assumed that they were not around grandma or grandpa or Aunt Karen.

"Well don't worry your self over him mom. I'm sure he'll be just fine. I have to go meet Shelby now." I hung up and cried for a few minutes. How could they be so shitty towards him? I remember when he moved out how mom had called me and bitched that Steven had left and quit paying them rent. She felt he should pay them back for buying food for him all those years.

I guess now I understood why he stayed so far away from them. I locked the house and left for the day. I drove out to the James' home and steeled myself to fight for Stevie.

I just walked in the house, as all of us did at each other's homes. Shelby gave me a huge hug and told me she was heading up to take a shower. I walked into the den and saw Heidi.

"Can we talk mom?"

"Sure Maddie. What's on your mind baby?"

"Well, I kind of seduced my own brother."

I proceeded to tell her all about Steve and I getting together at Thanksgiving. I told her everything, including Mark's shit, and how we got him back. She appeared to mull over everything I said and finally she spoke.

"You and Steve have not had the typical childhoods. Usually parents teach their children that siblings aren't supposed to feel that way abut each other. You two didn't get that. Steve especially was neglected and attention starved, no matter what brave face he put on to hide his pain."

"You are both attractive hormone charged teens. You know you love him, and now he loves you. But since it is a new love, so to speak, you two have pair bonded differently than most siblings do, mainly because you never bonded as children." 

"I know Steve needs a lot of therapy to get past these things. It might not hurt you to talk to someone as well."

"As for Shelby, I'll talk to her and help her to understand."

I told her that I felt I had to be the one who told her, since I was the one who instigated it. She wasn't sure about the idea, but relented and agreed.

I was still crying when Shelby came down from her shower.

"It'll be ok Maddie. I know we'll find him and then mom can help him."

I then broke down and told her everything. I left out details, like the fact we'd done anal, but I didn't omit any bouts of sex.

She broke down crying harder than I'd ever seen her cry before. "I guess our wedding is off then," she said as I started crying harder, the sobs threatening to rip my chest apart. "I can't be with someone I can't trust and I obviously can't trust him. And here I thought he loved me!"

Heidi took Shelby aside and talked to her for almost an hour as I sobbed away an hour in the den. Soon Heidi and Shelby came back in and Shelby hugged me tight and told me everything would be alright. Heidi had told her the things she'd told me and she understood that my parents' treatment of Stevie was a big factor in all of this.

"I just don't know if I can marry someone when I can't stand his parents." She almost laughed through her tears.

I got enough of a hold on myself to say, "I don't think you need to worry about that. I doubt he'll ever go to visit them much."

We all had a laugh and talked about how we were going to help Steve. Heidi made us a quick lunch, and then Shelby and I went out to see of we could find Steve. Heidi gave me a couple of powerful sedatives to slip to Stevie when we found him, to keep him there until she could come and help.

"Try not to let him drink too much with these." She said. "They are powerful enough to keep him asleep for at least eight dreamless hours."

We drove around most of the afternoon with no luck. At diner time we stopped at Desi's for tacos and ran into Don Reed. We told Don about Stevie and he agreed to keep an eye out, and that he'd call when he saw him. During dinner Charlotte called me, asking for Steve's phone number. When I asked why she wanted it, she replied that Amanda wanted to be his New Year's Eve date and if he was a good boy he'd get lucky. Shelby heard this and grabbed my phone.

"Char, you better tell that fat butch bitch that I will slap the bejesus out of her if she steps on foot towards my fiancé!"

All I could do was laugh as I pictured what Char's face must look like at that moment. I knew Amanda wouldn't be pleased, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Even if Stevie hadn't been engaged to Shelby, he wouldn't have given Amanda the time of day. I got the phone back in time to hear how rude Char thought Shel was. I told her that Stevie had disappeared and she was just a bit worried, but also she didn't appreciate Amanda trying to horn in on her man.

After dinner we drove around some, still finding no sign of him. Around ten we parked in front of his house. We sat for a while and watched the street. One or two cars drove by in the first hour. I felt the need to tell Shelby something, so I let it fly.

"After we find him and your mom nurses him back to health, I will step out of your way. I won't ever put myself in position to hurt my brother or my best friend again."

"No. I don't think that's necessary." She said, "We've had our fun before, and we both love Stevie. As long as he is fine with it, I don't mind sharing with you Maddie. As long as I am his at the end of the day, I'll be fine."

"I envy you, you know?"

"Envy me? Why? You have brains, a killer body, you're great at sports, and could have just about any guy you want. Why would you envy me?"

"Because, when all is said and done, you can marry Steve. You and he can show your true feelings in public and not be scorned. You can have his children. All I could ever do is be a dirty secret, or we'd have to move far away where nobody knows us."

Shelby hugged me as I cried. "I really resent my parents right now." I said, "All the years of ignoring and neglecting the only brother I have, years I'll never get back. I was supposed to protect him and I have failed. I seduce him and damaged him by doing so."

"Mom will help you through all of this too Maddie. I just wish I'd had the guts to stand up to you, Char and Manda years ago. I have wanted your brother a lot longer than any of you know. I only wish that I had taken his virginity since he took mine."

I was socked. "WHAT?!" Shelby had dated quite a few guys in school, and had been engaged to Eric since her freshman year of college. "All the guys you dated, being engaged to Eric, and Stevie got your cherry a week ago?"

"I actually broke my hymen with a dildo my junior year. I've blown and rubbed off the guys I dated that I let get that far. Eric was the only one to eat me a few times, but Stevie was my first."

"He was first in my ass. Mark had tried but I gave it to him." Now it was Shelby's turn to be surprised.

"You let him put his 8 inch coke can in your ass? How did you ever manage that?"

"I won't lie, it hurt at first. But after a bit it felt really good, and Steve is a superb lover."

I don't know why, but a car pulling up to the curb a block away caught my attention. I watched for the driver to get out but didn't see one. I was about to remark on the car when a familiar song came on the radio.

Maybe in another life

I could find you there

Pulled away before your time

I can't deal it's so unfair

And it feels

And it feels like

Heaven's so far away

And it feels

Yeah it feels like

The world has grown cold

Now that you've gone away

"That's the song that Stevie is always playing." Shelby said. She pulled out her phone and used a song ID AP to find that the song was "Gone Away" by The Offspring.

"He played it a lot after Wendy died. If I had been a better sister I would have helped him come out of his depression. I know mom and dad never noticed, well except for dad telling him to quit moping and suck it up. Two days after she died! Once again, a time when Stevie needed someone and no one was there for him."

"So, who exactly was Wendy?"

"Wendy Pearlman lived just down the street from us. Wendy and Stevie were pretty much inseparable. I truly believe that they would have married and grown old together if she was still alive."

"Stevie had a nasty case of the flu one year. He was in bed for three days before anyone thought to check on him. Wendy was the one. She came over every day to feed him soup and crackers. She cleaned him up, she changed his bed, and between her and her mother, they had Stevie nursed back to health. I kept expecting Mrs. Pearlman to call DSS on my mom and dad, but she never did."

"One day Wendy and her brother David went skiing up at Mount Sugar. They were returning home that afternoon through the Seven Lakes region. A snowplow going the other way slid on a curve and veered into the east bound lane. The Honda Civic they were in didn't stand a chance."

"I think I remember hearing about that. How did Stevie take it?"

"He was depressed for the longest time. Of course mom and dad were no help. Dad kept calling him a cry baby, and mom would never comfort him. He spent three weeks pretty much in his room. He didn't eat much if at all and he barely slept. I could hear him crying at night. What did I do? Go comfort him? Reassure him that things would be ok? NO. I complained to dad that he was keeping me awake. Dad threatened to have him locked up if he didn't cut his weepy bullshit."

"Don Reed is Wendy's uncle. He and his wife Pam pretty much held Stevie together and I am grateful to them for that. But I failed him I can't fail him again."

An hour later it dawned on me that I had never seen anyone get out of the car I had seen park earlier. But it was possible that while Shelby and I gabbed they got out and I just missed it. 




Princess Ch. 04



About three o'-clock we'd had enough and decided to leave. I drove to the end of the block and turned the corner to head home. As I turned, the headlights on the car I had been watching came on. I got about half a block and stopped in time to see Stevie's Nova go through the intersection behind us. He had sat there waiting for us to leave.

"That was him Maddie. Let's go get him."

"We should wait. He might just keep on driving if he thinks we're after him. I have a plan, but I need to check a few things out first."

I took her home and then went home and got mom's car. I parked where I could watch Mike's father's shop. A little after six, Stevie pulled up to the shop, went in and opened a bay door and pulled his car in and closed the door. As the door closed I saw a white van that looked like one that drove past us last night before Stevie parked to wait us out. 

I went home and took a shower. I slept well, knowing that I had a long night again tonight.  I was sure my plan would work; I just hoped Heidi could help him before it was too late.







Steve



"Oh you fucking stupid ass mother fucker!!!!! Couldn't wait another minute, could you? Impatient FUCK! Let's just get our tired ass home before she can turn around." I ranted to my self for my stupidity.

I knew I had fucked up as soon as I turned on my headlights. But truth be told I was so tired I was tempted to "roofie" myself just to get some sleep. I had spent part of yesterday in my office until Charley called and told me it was vacation time and to get my ass out and have fun. So I went to the shop and tried to sleep. 

I can never remember the dreams, but I know they are getting worse. I can't sleep more than half an hour at a time. I just have to make it until Monday when the Navy recruiter could sign me up and get my ass on a ship. So I hurried home and got into my house before she turned around and came back. 

I drove through the driveway and parked in the garage and quickly got inside. I went straight to bed, but I only slept for maybe twenty minutes before I would wake feeling more afraid than I have ever felt.  I gave up trying a little before six and decided to go back to hiding at the shop. I could nap and nobody would know I was there. 

I got to the shop and open the bay door. As I was pulling my Nova inside I could have sworn I saw Dianne's car sitting just up the block. I closed the door and got into the back of the shop van and tried, in vain, to sleep. I looked outside a while later and the car I saw was gone. I tried all day long to sleep but failed. 

Finally at 11:00 that night I decided to take the van and see if my house was being watched. Even as tired and hungry as I felt I knew I would have to polish off my vodka at home and probably make a dent in Mike's whiskey or tequila. 

I cruised the van up the 'Vard and saw no one out, so I cruised by the house and went up and down the streets surrounding the house. Satisfied that I would be alone I went back to the shop and got my Nova. I half expected to find Maddie waiting for me when I got there but she wasn't around. I garaged my car and went to the front door. I opened it and stepped inside.

"Man you have to work on your awareness. Never even looked in the corner of the porch....Asshole!!! We'd be fucked in a bad neighborhood." This is the thought that ran through my head as a hand covered my mouth and an arm went under my chin to restrain me. I didn't even have the energy to scream into the hand. Maybe they'd knock me out so I could sleep.

I was spun around into a loving hug from my own sister. There were tears in her eyes as she held me tightly to her. "Why did you run from me? What did I do baby?"

"It's not you. It's the dreams. They are becoming too much to handle."

"What do you dream about?"

"I can never remember. I just know I am afraid to go to sleep but I am so damn tired I can't see straight."

"Why run and hide? Why join the military? None of these help you with dreams."

"She doesn't want me around you or Shel. I was trying to lie low until the navy recruiter's office opens up Monday so I could join. I don't want to make you guys feel bad and make you feel you can't comfortably move on. If I stay I'd be a reminder to both of you and that would be painful to us all. But if I'm on a ship away from everybody, it'll give me peace and you and Shel can move on and be happy."

"Who is she?"

She? Had Maddie lost her mind? "What do you mean "she"?"

"You said "She." I just wanted to know who you meant. And I don't want you to go away. I've just discovered you and it hurts to know you want to go to sea. Shelby won't like it either. It'll be hard to plan a wedding with you gone."

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't deserve her. I had sex with you after I hooked up with her and not to mention Heather and Evelyn. She won't want to marry me after she finds out and I can't hide it from her. She deserves much better than....."

"Steven Sheppard, I think I'll decide who and what I deserve and I already know about you and Maddie. I want you and you alone." Shelby ran across the room and held me tight. I hugged her back and cried into her hair. "We're going to get you through this baby."

"Do you want to help him get cleaned up while I go get us some food, and maybe something to drink?" asked Maddie

"That sounds fine," said Shelby, "Are you gonna let everyone know we found him?"

"Who's everyone?" I asked.

"Don, Gary, Craig, my folks. They're all worried about you sweetheart."

Maddie left and Shelby took me into the bathroom. She stripped and we got into the shower. She started washing me and I started crying again. "You're gonna hate me, but I have to tell you about Maddie and I."

"I could never hate you baby. I know about you and Maddie. I was hurt and mad, but mom talked to me and made me understand several things. She'll help you too."

"Oh god. Your mom knows? Oh fuck she must think I am a sick pervert. She'll tell your dad and he'll forbid you and I being together. Why don't you two just let me join the Navy?"

She turned me to face her, and looked deep into my eyes and held my gaze. "Because, you silly oaf, if you are at sea we can't be together. And I don't want to be apart from you. Baby I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We're going to grow old and have babies, and grandbabies, we are going to have a great life sweetheart. I wouldn't want anyone else"

"I also had a threesome with Heather Boyd and Evelyn Hernandez."

"When did this happen?" She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Tuesday, when I went to tutor Heather."

"Last Tuesday? Christmas Eve?"

"No, her parents were there last Tuesday. Then it must have been the Tuesday before."

She smiled and was visibly relieved. "We hooked up the next day babe. You didn't cheat by doing that. I know you're not a cheat Steve. You're mixed up, and we'll get you through that, but you aren't a cheater. I love you with every fiber of my being. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

She helped me finish my shower and we went back into the front room just as Maddie came in with the food. The smell of Taco Bell permeated the house. I ate well and found I was hungrier than I had originally thought.  I drank about half of my Mountain Dew and then topped my glass of with vodka. Maddie looked at me and shook her head.

"It might no be wise to drink too much as tired as you are baby."

"It'll take more alcohol than I have here to make me sleep. I know. I've tried."

I drank my glass as we talked. I think Shelby was filling us in on her Christmas in Chicago. I started feeling really out of it and was having problems staying awake. I knew it was more than the vodka. I'd been roofied. That was the last thought that went through my head as the room faded from view.



Maddie



Stevie finally passed out and Shelby and I moved him down the stairs and put him in his bed. "We should have drugged him down here. He's heavy for a scrawny little guy."

Shelby laughed and stripped him down to his shorts and covered him up. "I'm beat, I know that much. Are you ready for bed?"

"Yeah. I think we ought to just sandwich him in and sleep here in case he has issues in the night."

"Ok. I hope he's going to be ok."

"He will be." I said. I went upstairs and made sure the house was locked up and threw the trash away. I went back down and saw that Shelby had already fallen asleep and was spooned into Stevie. I lay down on the other side of him and was soon asleep myself.

I woke around ten the next morning and went to get breakfast. There was a New York style deli a mile from Stevie's house and they had the best bagels. I went and got a variety of bagels and some different toppings. Stevie and Shelby were still asleep when I got back.

Somehow between the time I left and the time I got back they had rolled into each other and were locked in a lover's embrace. I felt a bit sad, because they looked like they belonged together. Stevie occasionally whimpered or cried out in his sleep, and I knew the only thing keeping him asleep were the sedatives I slipped in his drink last night.

Heidi called around noon to say she'd be here at two. Shelby woke up just after I hung up. She looked at me and got a worried look on her face. "Did he wake you too?"

"No he didn't. When did he wake you?"

"Several times he cried out in the night. He'd seem to calm down then ten minutes later he'd thrash around again. He calmed a bit when I started holding him."

"I'm pretty sure the sedatives are the only thing that kept him sleeping. Your mom will be here in a couple of hours. I got bagels from Barb's if you're hungry."

She ate, then we got Stevie up and he ate very little, no matter how I tried to get him to eat more. He looked so scared and haunted. We got Stevie dressed and out to his living room. Heidi showed up right on time and went straight to Stevie. "From now on, young man, you WILL come talk to me when something is bothering you. George and I consider you to be our son now and we are always ready to help."

I couldn't hear his response but I could see he was crying and she was soothing him. I thought to myself that it's too bad his own mother has never tried to comfort him. Shelby put her arm around me and said, "It's going to be ok now. Mom can fix him."

I heard the doorbell and went up to see who was here. I opened the door to find Don Reed and his sister Chris Pearlman.

"Heidi said you found Steven so Chris and I came to help."

"Mrs. Pearlman. Thank you so much for coming. You always meant so much to Stevie. Don thank you for all you've done for him as well."

"I'm glad you have turned around Madeline. I always worried for Steven. My daughter is the only reason I never called DSS on your folks." said Chris. "She didn't want to risk him being taken away from her."

We went downstairs to the living room. Shelby placed a finger over her lips as we entered the room indicating a need for quiet. Heidi was speaking on soft even tones to Stevie, and he was zoning out. I almost wondered when she'd correct him for not paying attention when I realized he was hypnotized. I moved over closer so I could hear better.

"Tell me about your dreams Steven."

Steven stared blankly and seemed confused. "I can't remember them mom."

"This might be hard Steve, but you need go back in your mind to the minute you woke up this morning. What do you see?"

"I see Maddie. She's telling me that she got bagels, but I'm not very hungry. I eat one anyway so she won't get upset with me."

"Why would she get upset Steve?"

"Some people get upset if they buy you some food and you don't eat it."

There was a chuckle from Don. I felt bad that he thought I'd get mad at him for not eating. Heidi spoke again to Stevie. "Now Steve, I need you to go back to those moments before you woke up. What do you see?"

"Darkness. It's cold. Fear. Gotta get away. She's after me..." Stevie started physically trying to get out of the chair. Heidi spoke sharply to him, "Steven! You are safe. Move out of the dream."

Stevie visibly calmed and seemed to go right back to his previously relaxed state.

"Steve, who is she?"

"She? I don't understand."

"You said that "she" was after you. Who is she?"

"I don't know a she."

Heidi turned to us and said, "Whatever is bothering him is very deep in his subconscious. I'm going to have to take him deeper. There is a danger of him completely breaking from reality to protect whatever is lurking in there." She began talking to Stevie on low and steady tones. His eyes took on an eerie twitch that I had heard happens when a patient is in a deeply induced hypnotic state.

"I want you to go into the dark place Steve. That place where your dreams come from. Is she there with you?"

"Yes she's here. She's angry that I let you in. I need to join her, but it has to happen accidently or naturally."

"Is she dead Steve?"

"Yes she is. She needs me to be too. Can't be suicide."

A chill ran down my spine when he said this. Has his reckless behavior simply been a means to an end? 

"Who is she Steve?" Heidi asked.

"Wendy. She's waiting for me. She's upset that I took other women to my bed. I was promised to her and I have broken that promise."

"Steve, Wendy is dead honey. She's been dead for four years. She is not telling you that you need to die. The promise was made years ago and while you kept it for so long, no one could expect you to keep it your whole life."

"I was supposed to keep it. She died angry with me and she is still."

Heidi looked back at Chris with a questioning look on her face. Chris shrugged and looked surprised. "Was she mad at him when she died? Don't worry he can't hear you unless I tell him to listen to you."

"They had some sort of tiff the night before she died, but I never found out what it was about. I know she was miserable during the ski trip and pressed David to come back early. They called from the ski area just before they left. I know David was upset, but he loved his sister enough to put off skiing to bring her home so she could patch things up with Steve." She paused and seemed thoughtful.

"For the longest time I blamed him. If he hadn't pissed her off, they would have been together that day and they would not have left the ski area early. I realized on the last anniversary of their deaths that I should have been there more for him. I knew how lousy his parents were. Heck, I'm still surprised that Madeline is concerned enough with his well being to be here today."

Shelby was on the verge of tears again, "We can't let Stevie know that they were coming back early because of him. He'll never let go of that guilt, and it'll kill him."

"I fully agree." Said Heidi, "I can break that to him in later sessions, and work him through it, but for now he doesn't need to know."

"I always loved him. I knew the hell he lived in and never did anything. Wendy was always afraid that the state would take him, if we said anything and she'd never see him again. I would like to know why they were at odds the evening before the ski trip though."

"We can find out, I think I have to, it's part of all of this." She turned back to Steve. "Listen to me now Steve. I want you to go back to the last evening you were with Wendy. Remember everything about it. Now tell me what happened."

"Don had given me some magazines. We are in my room reading them quietly. Herb can be a real dick if I make noise. Princess can be as loud as she wants though and neither he nor Dianne ill say shit."

"I am reading a copy of "Super Chevy." It is called "The Horsepower Issue." It has hundreds of tips for making big horsepower in a Chevy. I am already paying Desmond Carlton fifty bucks a week to buy a ragged 1970 Nova Super Sport from him. I only have a few more weeks before I can move the car from his house to Mike's house. Mike's dad has already told me I can work on it there until it was drivable then I can use a bay at the shop when I need to."

"What is Wendy reading Steve?"

"She is reading a copy of "Teen Weekly" that we found in the trash downstairs. I think it was Princess'. Her mom doesn't let her buy magazines like that so she reads the ones we find around my house." I loathed hearing his former nickname for me. I suppose it's how he remembers it not what he feels now.

"I just found a list of tricks to do to heads and intake manifolds that can add an extra fifty horse power. I tell her I am going to do this to my car. She is telling me that she doesn't want me to make my car go too fast. I tell her the point of having a car like that is to go fast. She is telling me that she has no intention of marrying a corpse, and a fast car will get me killed. I tell her that if I die, I won't know about it."

I cringe at his words. I had thought many times, after hearing about how fast his car is that he could so easily die in it. 

Stevie continued. "Now she's throwing the magazine across the room and yelling at me. I see the tears in her eyes and I feel my heart aching. I can't believe I said something so stupid to her. I'd rather die than hurt her. She says not to talk to her ever again. I start to follow her, begging her to listen. I try to apologize for my stupidity. She leaves and I know now I won't be going skiing with her tomorrow. I turn to back into my room and Princess is laughing at me. She says, "Smart move jerk off. Now you've pushed out the one person on this planet that can stand you." I go into my room and go to bed."

Once again I am reminded of the many times I could have made a difference in his life. I could have comforted him and helped him, but I chose to ridicule him. I also realize that I had just learned for the first time that he was supposed to be with Wendy and David that day. Shelby realized it too and we hugged each other. "I could have lost him before I ever got a chance to know him." She said

I didn't know why my parents dislike him so much, but I was never going to say a cross word to him again. I would be a better sister than he could ask for. I could see tears running down Chris' face. Don held her and comforted her.

"Now let's move forward Steve. Tell me about the day she died. How did you find out?"

""Herb just announced that the Pearlman kids were killed, and sat down to eat as if nothing was wrong. I just went to bed.  Herb took Princess and me to the funeral, but we left right after the prayer. Princess wanted to go to the mall, so we hurried out of the chapel. I wanted to say good bye, but I never got to."

I had to leave the room at this point. I went upstairs and sat on the sofa and cried. After a while Heidi came up and sat next to me. "I know it's hard for you to hear how rotten you were to your brother. No one thinks any less of you. We can all see that you are becoming the sister he needs. He has forgiven you for the past. Now you need to forgive yourself and get strong. I think I got him past the worst of it. I am giving him some samples of meds I want him on. They are going to make him sleep a lot. He's going to need you and Shelby for the next few days."

I just nodded. I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. Heidi told me I should seek out a therapist when I got back to school. She took my hand and pulled me upright and hugged me. "You're doing right by him sweetheart. He knows and appreciates. Now let's go back down. Don is going to Angelo's to get dinner."

We got back down stairs to see Shelby on one side of Stevie, holding his hand and adoring him. He looked washed out and wasted. Chris sat on the other side of him, telling him that he needed to come see her and Ron once in a while. They considered him like a son and would welcome visits from he and his lovely bride. Don came back with fried chicken, spaghetti, salad and hot garlic bread. We all ate then some started to leave. 




Princess Ch. 04



Don gave Stevie a hug and looked him dead in the face. "You know how much Pam and I love you kiddo. Don't you ever hesitate to call me anytime you need anything." said Don. Chris then hugged Stevie to her like a baby and just held him. Years of pent up sorrow and regret were dispelled and I realized that Stevie had family that loved him after all. My heart broke, knowing that his real family, well two thirds of them didn't care one iota about him.

Chris asked me to walk her to her car. We walked up the stairs and out into the cold night. "I held bad feelings toward Steve for the longest time." Chris said, "I blamed him for my kids' deaths and always wished I could make him pay for that. Ron and I were at their grave on Christmas day when he just turned and said, "We should have spirited Steve away from Herb and Dianne." "What ever for?" I asked. He just turned and looked thoughtfully at me and said, "He was the most innocent victim of all of this. David looked at him as a little brother, and Wendy worshipped the ground he walked on and he thought she walked on water. We left him to those monsters because of our own pain." He had a point. Listening tonight to Steve talk about the fucked up way Herb treated him when he needed love and support the most made me realize the Ron was right. It was criminal of us to leave him there."

I felt tears rolling down my face, matching the ones I saw on hers by the streetlights. "Take care of him Madeline. Cherish him while you have him because you never know what tomorrow might bring." We hugged and then she got in her car and left. I stood there thinking of things she had said. Steve would have been loved if they had taken him. He likely would have gone farther in school and maybe even went to college. I went back inside, pondering the big "what ifs."

Don was coming out as I went. "It means a lot to all of us that you're helping him Maddie. He's needed someone in his life to look after him for quite a while. Mike and I can only be there so much, but I doubt even Mike knew what was going on in Steve's head. Heidi will explain most of it to you." We hugged and then he left.

I got downstairs and saw Shelby holding Stevie on the sofa, like he would float away if she loosened her grip even slightly. She looked haunted and he looked wasted. Heidi loaded a syringe with something and gave Stevie an injection. "This will help you sleep and hopefully keep you from having a severe reaction to the pills." She looked at Shelby and me, "I told him to come to my office every Tuesday after four. The pills will make him sleep while his brain chemistry adjusts. No alcohol for him for at least a week. The reaction could be deadly for him." She hugged all of us, and kissed Stevie on the cheek. "I'm so happy my daughter connected with you Steven. Trust in me and everything will be better for you. I promise."

She beckoned me to accompany her out. When we got outside she finally spoke. "He is lucky to be alive. Part of his subconscious was convinced he needed to die to rejoin Wendy. He knew suicide was counter-productive, so he took risks that he shouldn't have. If he had been more athletic he'd probably been sky diving and base jumping."  She seemed reflective for a moment. "I'm sure that if he were so inclined, he could sue your parents and win on the basis of mental cruelty. I won't mention it to him simply because you could be caught in the cross-fire, and you are working too hard to right your wrongs with him."

"Are you sure he has gotten the need to die and be with Wendy out of his head?"

"I can't be 100% sure so we'll have to take precautions with him. You and Shelby need to push him to take Brandi, or any other girl you trust cruising with him, with explicit instructions that if he is going to race, they refuse to leave his car."

"Why a girl?" I asked suddenly feeling a tad jealous.

'A girl we trust is more likely not to egg him into a race. A male might bruise his ego should he back out of a race, but a young lady needing to be somewhere gives him a face saving out."

I wondered how comfortable Shel would be having her sister, who already had designs on Stevie, spending alone time in his car regularly.

"Get some rest Maddie, you've done well and earned it. I'll call you or Shelby tomorrow."

She left and I went back down. Shelby was still clinging tightly to a dozing Stevie. Her love for him was unmistakable. "Maybe we should get him to bed Shel. We need some rest too."

"Okay, I know I feel tired."

We got Steve stripped down and into bed. Shelby turned off the lights and snuggled in by his right side. I lay on his left and sleep took me quickly.

Sometime in the night I woke to hear Shelby softly crying. "What's wrong Shel?"

"I am a horrible person," she said. "A big part of me is happy that Wendy died. If she was alive, Stevie would likely be married to her already, and I would have never discovered him. I feel like I'll never make him as happy as she would have. She was probably quite pretty wasn't she? I see how pretty Chris is, I just can't compete with that."

"You are gorgeous Shel. Guys would line up just to get a peek at you in a snow suit. Wendy wasn't as pretty as her mother. She and Stevie had been close since third grade, and just always were with each other. He's yours babe, don't ever doubt that. No, you're not a bad person for being happy she's dead. I don't think you're really happy she's dead, you're just grateful that you have Stevie." She settled down and we all slept.

I dreamt that Mark had never sent his text messages and Stevie and I moved to Oklahoma and lived as man and wife.  Deep down I knew Shelby could make him happier than I ever could. They wouldn't have to hide their relationship from anyone.

Stevie slept through the next day, waking only long enough to take his meds and pee. Shelby and I sat around all day working on our school work and catching up on gossip. Heidi came by at one point and checked on him. She said he was doing just fine and told us to come by the house tomorrow to get a party tray for our New Year's Eve celebration. She'd even bought us some sparkling cider since Stevie had to go on the wagon for a while.

We ordered a pizza for dinner and we couldn't get Steve to wake up even to eat. Shelby and I tucked in next to Steve and slept. I woke early to find Steve was sitting and watching Shelby and I sleep "What are you doing up baby?"

"I had a headache and took some ibuprofen for it. I saw you two sleeping and you guys looked too peaceful to crawl back in and disturb you."

"Well climb back in babe. You can't disturb me now."

He got back into bed and I nuzzled into him. Shelby sighed in her sleep and wrapped her self around him. I dozed back off happy knowing he was showing signs of life again. I don't remember dreaming, but I was sure I did. When I woke again, Stevie was gone.



Steve

I knew I had slept way too much just the way my body felt when I crawled back out of bed after Maddie fell back to sleep. I went outside to see of the paper had been delivered. I didn't have a subscription, but Shirley did. I looked at the date line and was shocked that it was Tuesday, December 31st. New Year's Eve had arrived and I couldn't remember a single day since Christmas.

I went in and showered. I looked for half an hour or so for my cell phone but couldn't find it. I had several things I had to get done so I set out on my tasks. I stopped at the Sunrise Bakery on my way to Charley's and got a couple of bear claws and a cup of coffee. By 6:30 I was in my office and getting the orders together to stock the store for the upcoming week. At 9:00 Charley called and asked me how everything was going. "I figured that after spending the holidays with that girl of yours you'd never come back to work."

I laughed and told him I had about another hour to finish my current tasks and that I'd see him on Thursday. I had just e-mailed our drum distributer when my phone rang again. It was Shelby. She seemed to be near hysterics. "Oh god baby, I thought you had skipped out on us again." She began crying and I tried to calm her down.

"Baby, I didn't want to wake you guys this morning, but I had to get some work done."

"How much do you have to do today?"

"I have to go to the shop at 11:00 to release a car, then I have to go tutor Heather. I have to go see your mom after that and then I'll be home."

I did a few more tasks at the office and then headed for the shop. I was only there for twenty minutes when Mrs. Davis showed up for her Volvo. I collected her money and gave her the repair ticket. I left out the part where Mike's dad told me to tell her to quit being such a nit picky cunt. She left and I just hung out for a while. I wasn't due at Heather's for another hour. While I was cleaning up my bottles from the days I had spent here, Shelby and Maddie pulled up. Maddie had found and charged my cell phone.

"Thank you so very much. I looked around for it this morning and had figured I'd lost it."

"You left it at the house on Christmas Stevie," said Maddie.

'You know, I still can't remember much of what happened since then? It's like the whole week just disappeared. I remember Shelby washing me last night."

"Um baby, that was Saturday night."

I looked at them and asked, "Am I going crazy?"

"No babe," said Maddie. "You have some issues, but Shel's mom is gonna get you past them."

At that moment as if on cue, my cell rang. It was Heidi.

"Steve, I just wanted to remind you to come by my office this afternoon, and darling?"

"Yes mom?"

She laughed, "No alcohol tonight. It won't mix well with your meds."

She reminded me again to see her later on and hung up. Maddie, Shelby and I then went to Buddy Burgers and had lunch. We rode in Maddie's car since it was more practical. Lunch seemed to end too soon, of course the time seems to fly when I'm with Shelby or Maddie. They took me back to my car and Shelby sent me off with a kiss that made my ass pucker. "Behave yourself buddy boy, or I just might have to spank you"

"The object is to get him to behave. He might want you to spank him."

I left to go to the Boyd's house to tutor Heather. When I got there Allison and Jefferson seemed to have party preparations going in full swing.

"Hi Steven, would you like some food? Something to drink?"

"I would love vodka straight up, but a glass of your famous punch will do." I said in what I hoped was a funny manner. Ali brought me a glass of punch as I joined Heather at the piano. She played for an hour or so, and I noticed I didn't have to correct very much at all. When we were done, Heather walked me out to my car.

"Steve, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. I am always at your disposal."

"I wish that were true." She said in a sad tone. "Shelby is so lucky. I just want to know, if you didn't have Shelby James, would you consider being with me?"

I kissed her forehead and got a smile. "I should be so lucky as to have someone like you. I just always thought you were out of my league."

"Well you're not out of mine. Shelby better not mess up with you, 'cause I am gonna be ready to snatch you up."

I drove home feeling pretty good. I don't know why these beautiful girls wanted my skinny little ass, but I liked it. My last stop was at the Briarwood Professional building. Here were offices for lawyers, dentists, a chiropractor, and one Doctor of psychiatry, Dr. H. P. James. 

I went in and got a funny look from her receptionist.

"Can I help you?" she asked with an unmasked contempt, like I was something that needed to be scraped off an old shoe.

"I have an appointment with Heidi."

"Dr. James has no appointments now." She replied in a snotty manner. I was just about to leave when Heidi opened her office door. "Just where do you think you are going young man?"

"Away, just like this lady wants me too. She said you have no appointments so I figured I'd just leave."

"Lorraine, this is my son Steven. He is to be seeing me every week at this time."

"Yes Dr. James. Please go in sir."

I followed Heidi into her office and sat in a huge leather chair. She asked me a few questions about how I was feeling. I told her that I was tired. She informed me that the meds had something to do with it and I would get used to them soon. She taught me a few mental exercises to try and then reminded me about no alcohol. 

I drove home contemplating all that had gone on today. I hoped my mental issues were done. I pulled up in my driveway and could hear music from inside my house. It was nice to have someone to come home to, now that will take some getting used to. I went in and Shelby greeted me with a hug and kiss. "So is she ready for the contest?"

"She's more than ready. I don't even have much to polish with her."

"You look tired babe. Shel and I have to go to her house to get some food trays and stuff, so why don't you take a nap and we'll get you up when we get home.

I kissed them both and kicked off my shoes and lay down. I don't think they made it to the top of the stairs before I dropped off.

I was awakened a while later by soft lips nibbling at the back of my neck, and a hand caressing my ass. The hand worked to the inside of my thigh, coming ever closer to my hardening cock. I feigned sleep for a bit as my lover got bolder. She stated nibbling at my ear and pushed her hand down in my pants and was rubbing my ass and balls. I moaned and then my pants were pulled roughly off of me and I was rolled over. Before I had a chance to see who was attacking me a mouth engulfed my cock and started working it like a pro. 

I reached for her head and played in her hair. Just as I looked down to see that my current lover was Maddie, Shelby's voice boomed from the doorway to my room. "What the fuck is going on here?!"



Shelby



I was a little worried about how tired Stevie looked when he came home that evening. Maddie and I had cleaned up his rooms and got rid of many liquor bottles. Most were empty which scared me a bit. I didn't remember there being that much here a week ago.

When we got back from lunch we took a nap. We were both hoping to need our energy that night.  "Are you sure you want to share Stevie with me?" asked Maddie.

"Yes I'm sure sweetie. I doubt he'll object. He loves you deeply."

"What do you think of your mom's idea of having Brandi ride a lot with Stevie?"

"Let's just say that I trust Stevie. Mom will threaten Brandi I'm sure."

I'd been harboring a secret and felt I had to ask Maddie's opinion. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anytime darling," she said in a low mock masculine voice. "What can I do for you?"

"I think I did a bad thing. When we were in Chicago for Christmas, I went out with Eric. We had planned to do that when we were still engaged, and he had never canceled the reservations to one of Chicago's finest restaurants. He called me before we flew out and asked if I'd go with him just as friends. Part of me said I shouldn't, but another part of me kind of wanted to see him again."

"We had a nice dinner and talked for a while. He asked if I'd like to go dancing at one of his favorite clubs. I agreed and we went. While we talked I admitted that I had slept with Stevie. Something in him changed. He became more forward as the night went on. During one dance, he had his hands on my ass and was rubbing his cock on my leg. I got a little lost in the moment and kissed him. It was more a passionate kiss than we'd ever had before."

"Please tell me you didn't..."

"No kissing was as far as it got, but I still feel really guilty over it. Do you think I should tell Stevie?"

"No, I don't think that would do you any good. I have a suspicion that Stevie might be pretty insecure. If he thinks you want someone else he'll likely back off and let you be happy. If you were any one else I'd steer him away from you. But I know you won't take advantage of him."

We finally napped. My mom would leave her office at five, so we got up and got ready to leave at 4:30. Stevie came home looking like death warmed over. We told him to take a nap while we went to get the party trays that mom had for us.

I changed clothes and rejoined everyone downstairs. My dad was regaling Brandi and Maddie with one of the stories I'd heard several times. Maddie was a good sport though. Everyone loved dad, that's just the kind of guy he is. 

As we were leaving, Dad told us not to let Stevie drink. He already loved Stevie like a son. It didn't hurt that Stevie was a car buff. 

Mom walked out to the car with us and told us, "Girls, take it easy on Steven. I'm not sure how much.....physical activity he can take. Now you three have a wonderful evening and I'll see you tomorrow." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Take that to Steve for me and tell him your dad and I send our love."

We drove to Maddie's house so she could grab some clothes and "a couple of other things" as she put it. I looked around the living room again and was once again saddened by the lack of "family" photos depicting Stevie. When Maddie came down stairs we left for Stevie's house.

"I can't believe I used to look up to Herb and Dianne like I did." I said as I fought back tears. "It's so wrong that they treated him that way. We all treated him badly." 

"I know. I was the worst. I used to let Charlene threaten to sic her brother on him. I have so much to learn about him, and I feel like it's too late. I missed so much." She started crying.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it Maddie. Your parents encouraged that behavior and rewarded you. You only sought their approval."

"Well look at you, there little miss psych major." She laughed. "Your mom must rub off on you."

"No. It's what she told Stevie. He came out of his hypnosis pretty mad at you. It almost undid everything you have worked for in a few minutes. Mom was able to get him to think past that and remember the way you have been since Thanksgiving."

She smiled a little. "I love your mom. I think Stevie does too. But you know, if I wasn't his sister, you'd have a battle on your hands over him."

I just looked at her and said, "I promise I'll always treat him right."

When we got back to the house, Maddie and I took all of the stuff we brought in and put it downstairs.  I went back upstairs to put some ice in a Styrofoam cooler we had brought to keep sodas and the sparkling cider cold in. I went back down and set the cooler near the food. I walked into Stevie's bedroom to see Maddie buck naked, and beginning to suck on his thick hard cock. She'd obviously been teasing him for a few minutes since his wonderful organ stood primed and ready. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

Stevie's eyes got as large as saucers and Maddie only mildly jumped. Stevie immediately began tearing up and trying to escape his sister and his bed. I realized that I probably hadn't pulled the best of pranks and had panicked the man I love.

"Baby! Baby its ok." Said Maddie

"I was joking sweetie," I said, "Lay back down and enjoy. Maddie and I can share if you don't object."

He lay back down and was shaking. His cock had completely deflated and he was as pale as a sheet. Maddie moved up and just held him. I climbed on the bed and kissed him fully on the mouth and held him too. We both held and caressed him until he stopped sobbing and shaking.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I didn't know who was...."

"Shhhh" I said, "It was fine baby. I wasn't mad. I'm sorry for playing a mean trick on you."

"I'm sorry too sweetie," said Maddie. "I couldn't resist waking you that way. I have wanted to since our first night together, but we hadn't a real opportunity to wake up next to each other like that."

We both started caressing him then, and kissing him. We took turns sticking our tongues down his throat. After a few minutes he finally relaxed and started kissing and caressing back. He started sucking on my tits through my shirt as Maddie began kissing her way down his body back to where she was before. I moaned as he pulled my nipple into his mouth and started flicking his tongue over it. He moaned on my nipple as Maddie engulfed his cock once more. She had about half of it in her mouth and was stroking the rest. Her hand was coming nowhere near closing around his thick staff. 




Princess Ch. 04



Princess - Ch. 04

Being in public, security issues, immigration, and engaging Carrie's sister



Princess Ch. 04



Carrie said, "I think I'm getting it, but when should I involve you or someone like you?"

Jerry said, "There will be situations where you just know you're inviting a crowd, for instance going to a movie premiere as an A-list guest; or a charity ball or even a ball game where you'll likely be seen by thousands and even appear on TV. Take a professional with you in situations like that. The same rules apply but they can run interference for you, block people from bothering you, and certainly extend the image that you are well protected."

"You?"

"Some times. I have a couple of dozen other people who I work with a lot - other independent security agents. We trade off a lot, so our clients don't always appear with the same rent-a-cop in tow. Two-thirds of us are men; one-third are women."

Carrie said, "So, can we go out for dinner again tonight and put some of this to the test?"

"Where would you like to go?"

Carrie said, "Someplace Italian. I have a craving for marinara sauce over some kind of pasta, plus some protein to go with it."

I said, "Rosetti's?"

Everyone nodded. Jerry called up the number on his cell phone and dialed the place. He asked for the manager. We listened as he arranged a seven o'clock 'celebrity' reservation. He carefully described who would be in the party, the kind of table we preferred, how we hoped to be served, and extended our gratitude for the extra service so we didn't provoke a scene. He was smooth and polite - a perfect gentleman."

Later, when we showed up for dinner, everything went just like clockwork. There was no hassle, we were shown every courtesy, and we were generous with our tips when we left. I felt certain that most of patrons recognized us; however, not one bothered us in any way.

On the way home, Carrie wanted a Ben & Jerry's ice cream. I was driving, and Jerry was riding shotgun. As we got to the strip mall with the shop, Jerry hopped out of the car and strolled into the store, had a look around, sized up the other patrons - mostly adults with young kids in tow, and then gestured us in.

We got our ice creams and sat at a table to eat.

Pretty soon, a young girl about eight years old came up to Carrie. "Are you a princess? You look like her."

Carrie smiled at the girl, "I am, but don't tell everybody else, otherwise you'll create a scene."

The girl thought about 'creating a scene.' "I wouldn't want to do that." She paused and said, "Well, nice to meet you princess," and then turned and walked back to her parents, both of whom gave us apologetic looks for the interruption.

Jerry said, "Carrie, you handled that perfectly. Never be afraid to say no to someone, even a kid. Also, just to give you some balance, you can always be nice too."

His last comment resulted in Carrie stopping by the table the girl was seated at. She introduced herself to her parents, shook their hands and that of the little girl, and then we all left. The parents had their mouths agape that they'd actually met the famous princess who had been in the news so much, plus the now notable TV reporter, Marjorie Henson.

Back at my condo, Jerry decided that Carrie needed a CPO for the night, and that he was just the right person to do. It turned out a CPO stood for Close Personal Operative, a euphemism for the term bodyguard. 

Marge and I realized just how close when Carrie was pleading with him, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Harder. Harder. Harder."





Princess Ch. 04



Back at the condo, Emma and Carrie were talking 'at' each other near the speed of sound. I had the feeling they'd already covered all the 'dirt' on me, and had moved on to other topics, such as weddings, dresses, American culture, and our circle of friends. I told them the dinner plans and about Jerry coming. Emma asked who Jerry was, and I just said, "Bodyguard." She nodded her understanding of the concept.

Jerry arrived a few minutes before seven, even bringing a chilled bottle of Chardonnay. He came in and kissed Carrie, in something more than a 'just-a-friend' kiss. I didn't bat an eye, as the kiss was tame compared to some of their lust filled interactions. Emma, however, did not miss the kiss or the possible implications.

We had a glass of wine, and then headed out in Jerry's SUV to Jacque's. We were graciously seated as I'd arranged. Jerry vocalized his approval when he learned I'd been in there earlier to make arrangements. Jack did ask if he could take a photo with all of us; it wasn't everyday that he had two princesses in his place. We happily complied, especially since no one else in the restaurant seemed to notice the unusual event among friends.

Dinner was superb, as usual. Jacque - nee Jack - was attentive and jovial for the entire meal. 

As we sat, Jerry asked, "So, where's Marjorie? I thought she'd be here too."

Carrie breezed off, "Oh, she had to go see her parents over the weekend. She'll be home on Monday."

Emma had not yet heard about Marjorie. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Marjorie?"

Jerry laughed and said, "The third part of this dynamic trio." He gestured to the two of us.

Carrie explained, "She's our best friend - or in the vocabulary over here our BFF."

Emma chortled, "Why do I have the feeling that there's something more going on here?"

I watched Carrie weighing what she would say next. She lowered her voice and said, "Marjorie is our lover."

"Huh?" Emma couldn't believe what she just heard. Her head jerked up and back as she absorbed Carrie's comment.

"Both Jim and I have a romantic relationship with Emma." Carrie glanced at Jerry. "And sometimes Jerry joins us. He's a favorite part of our extended family."

Emma looked at each of us, carefully taking in what her sister had just said. Finally, she just said, "Oh, I think I see."

Carrie said, "I guess you could tell Mum and Daddy, but I think it might be better for all concerned if they didn't know until after the wedding and my immigration papers have been sorted out so I can move between the countries freely and not have to think about how many days here and there."

"Oh, I understand," Emma said. "I think you'd better tell them anyway. I don't want to be the go-between about something like this."

"Thank you," Carrie voiced.

We motored on through dinner with less controversial conversation, and gradually the laughter returned. Emma did, however, pay even closer interaction to the interplay between Jerry, Carrie, and me.

At one point, the two princesses excused themselves and went to the restroom. Jerry was especially attentive of their traverse through the restaurant, who else noticed them, whether recognition occurred, and then watched carefully for their return. Back at the table they seemed even closer than the sisters that had left a few minutes earlier and the air seemed lighter between them.

I also noticed that Emma was especially attentive to me after the return from the loo. She did ask me some deep questions about my political posture, spiritual interests, and then a question that made us all laugh: 'Which of your old girlfriends left the greatest impression on you?'

I answered the last question with one word, "Marjorie." A follow-up discussion ensured that broadened into talk about relationships, forgiveness, and love.

Eventually, we settled with Jacque's, and returned to the condo. It was about ten o'clock. If I read Jerry correctly, he was interested in some sexual time with Carrie; however, that wasn't going to happen with Emma around.

Carrie changed all that in a minute. She came up to me. "Jim ... Honey ... I need you to do something really special for me - for us - especially for my younger sister Em."

"Yummmm." I wondered where she was going; this was unusual, and if I read the tone of her voice correctly, her request involved something sexual.

To be continued



Princess Ch. 04



End of chapter 4.



Princess Ch. 05



I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

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My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter's cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms. Suddenly the music started, it was that song "Holla Back Girl" by Gwen Stefani. 

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless. Suddenly the crowd began to get restless. I could hear comments, "Come Dance....shake that ass, and move it." The song continued, and I remembered Princess's threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy. 

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible. Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position. Another part was turned on beyond belief. I don't know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage. I couldn't even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space. 

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail. I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage. As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt. As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes. 

"That's it. I give up," I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up. I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing. I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out of my top. The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me. 

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was. I heard a voice from the crowd, "Spread those legs." I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist. The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit. As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

"Rub those nipples," was the next command. I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist. The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest. My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large. The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me. But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn't seem to. I don't know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum. Suddenly, I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage. What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it. I just need to cum that bad. I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum. With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build. My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt. I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple of minutes. When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt. 

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess. As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her. In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act. As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face. My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together. Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from 'Lace' delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth). Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, "Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation. Gather up your stuff, don't forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back."

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage. A million questions danced through my head, but I didn't dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd. I slowly made my way over to the table where Princess and Heather sat. 

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought. As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue. I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather. 

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, "I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing. You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you. I could tell there was something highly unusual going on. And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you. You walk around the office like you're the queen, and treating everyone else like shit."

"But anyway, to continue," Heather said. "I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl. I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this. I followed her inside and asked what the story was. That's when she introduced me to your friend Princess." 

"Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while. God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut. But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we're actually becoming good friends. It may even lead to more than that," she said winking at Princess. "And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week. At work you'll be my property."

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, "Shut up, you know you can't do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it. So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on."

"You're going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you. Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course. Tell him that you're willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me. Of course, you'll be my bitch in the office; you'll do what ever I say whenever I say it."

Princess chimed in at this point, "Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight. You think you'll keep your family and your job after they see that? One more thing, you're mine on the weekend. I found out you can be an excellent earner. Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show? Between that, and all of the 'side jobs' I can find you, I'll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump. But don't worry Cheryl, it won't be all work, every now and then, we'll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you're a good girl."

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking. I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.



Princess Ch. 05



I would like to thank starofthenight12 for editing this tale as well as indigoharvey for some valuable input.

By the time you are finished reading this, you should have all the lines connected in Steve and Maddie's life. I have received many nice notes about this series and several suggestions as to the direction I should take this. When I sat down and started writing Princess, I knew certain things that were going to happen along the way. I knew the opening line, I knew how I wanted it to end Sometimes I let the characters do what felt natural and I ended up with a five chapter tale instead of the four chapter affair I had originally planned.

Not everyone will like the things that happen, but such is life. I have planned to write at least two more tales that tie into this one directly. I want to tell about Steve and Shelby's Valentine's Day weekend in a hotel, and another that will put Herb and Dianne in a new light. Thank you for your words of encouragement, and your votes. Please enjoy, I give you Princess Chapter 5. A word of warning; I didn't write this in the usual first person POV alone. Parts that I feel are best told in first person I wrote that way. Other parts I took the third person point of view.

SH

Manuel "Manny" Garcia poured another shot of Cuervo for Francisco "Cisco" (usually pronounced seeeeesco by his compadres.) Gonzales. Today Cisco had come into the bar far earlier than he usually did and wasn't drinking beer. Manny could never remember a time when Cisco wasn't jolly and downing Coors after Coors with the occasional shot of Cuervo. It seemed to Manny that Cisco also seemed a bit jumpy every time the door was opened.

About eleven o'clock, Cisco paid his tab and left. He didn't even wait for his change. "I'll just hold it for him," thought Manny. Cisco was a regular and he'd be back. Shortly after Cisco left, Officer John Harding and Officer David Burn walked in. It was routine for the Stonemoore police to stop in and just make sure everything was cool. Through the back window Manny saw Cisco's "Hagar Plumbing" truck fly out of the parking lot.

Cisco was very nervous. He knew that at any moment the police or sheriff would pop into Manny's bar and arrest him. Earlier in the day, he had been going on a service call. The address was just minutes away from his home in the Shady Pines Manufactured Home Community. He decided that since he was running early his boss Sammy wouldn't mind if he stopped to see his wife for a few minutes.

.He walked into the trailer and froze. On the couch, naked was his wife Consuela with Rico Martinez from the other side of the park. Rico was fucking Connie for all he was worth.

Cisco grabbed Rico by the back of his neck and pulled him off of his wife. He turned Rico around and planted his face through the coffee table, smashing the thick glass table top.

Rico was out instantly. Cisco turned to Connie and punched her in the face. She screamed at him, "I'm sorry. It isn't what it looks like. We were just.." His next punch shut her up.

Cisco looked around as he came out of his daze. Connie lay in a bloody heap in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't remember ever going in there. Rico was bent over backwards, in an awkward manner over the couch. He didn't appear to be breathing.  

Cisco washed the blood off of his hands and drove to his service call. Half an hour later he was in Manny's bar waiting for the cops to come and get him. Every time the door opened he was sure it was them. When he saw the cruiser pull up he decided to run. He would go home and leave the Hagar Plumbing truck there for Sammy and take Connie's Buick. Soon he would be on his way to Texas.

He sped out of the parking lot and flew down the road that led to the main road. Just as he blew through the stop sign, he saw the blue car flying up the road. He saw it too late.

Maddie

I can feel Stevie's cock buried deep in my cunt. He knows just how to get everything out of me that he wants. Varying his depth and speed he keeps me on the brink of orgasm. He keeps me there until I am begging for release. I can feel my juices running down my ass crack.

Warm sand under my back and sea waves crashing in the back ground only add to the pleasure. Will the Mexican police frown on us fucking on their beach? Every female on the beach is naked so why would my brother and I fucking be bad?

Shelby is exhausted. Stevie fucked her all night long and then I get him in the day time. The Cabo sun beats down on us, adding to our sweat. Stevie is grunting from the exertion and I think he's finally getting ready to cum. I've came four times in the past twenty minutes so it's about time he filled me up with his white hot spooge.

Somewhere a cell phone is ringing. Someone must be on a working vacation or playing hooky from work. I am so close to an explosive orgasm. Stevie works his finger into my ass.

The phone continues to ring, and oddly I can hear the vibrations on a table. There are no tables on this beach. The scene begins to fade and I open my eyes.

In the dark of my dorm I grope for my phone. Who ever better have a damned good reason for calling me. If it's that asshole Mark or his buddy Donny calling to get me to give Mark another chance, I will see to it that ass gets kicked.

"Hello?"

"Maddie, this is Heidi."

"Mom? What's wrong?"

"Ok listen. You need to get dressed and go to the airport. There is a cab waiting for you in front of your dorm. George and I will meet you in Denver."

"What? Mom what's going on?"

She sniffled and I could tell she was or had been crying. "There's been an accident. Steven was flown to St. Christopher's in Denver. We don't know any more than that. We'll pick up Shelby and then we'll meet you at the airport."

"Are my parents going up too?"

"No. According to Chief Boyd, Herb told them it wasn't his problem, and to call your aunt. She called me, but you are legally now his next of kin until she can get a flight. She said it would take her longer to get to the airport than it would take all of us to get to him."

I had so many questions but they'd have to wait until I saw everyone. I stopped long enough to vomit and I ran out front to the waiting cab. Forty minutes later I was airborne. Captain Gavin informed us that we'd be in Denver in 45 minutes. I tried to nap.

The Boyd House

"...And now for local news here on KMOR Stonemoore's rockingest rockers in the Rockies...Police are investigating the early morning crash that claimed the lives of two men, aged 45 and 22, and left a third 19 year old man in critical condition after being air lifted to a Denver hospital. Three cars were involved. Names are being withheld pending the notification of kin. In other news; the discovery of two bodies in a mobile home this morning has police detectives busy. No further information has been given about the 46 year old woman and the 32 year old man....and now the weather..."

Heather Boyd was dressed and ready to leave. Her piano contest was today and she was waiting on her mother and father. Her father had come home just an hour ago. He'd been busy with the car wreck and the bodies.

She'd been looking forward to this day for quite some time. She was dressed as provocatively as contest rules would allow. She not only planned on getting a 1 rating on her performance, she also was ready to fight for the man she wanted in her life.

So what if Steve was engaged. She knew there was a connection between them. He was sexy and good looking. Not to mention his sex skills. All though she'd only had him once, she knew she wanted more than just his piano coaching skills. As soon as the contest was over, the gloves were coming off and she was going to give Shelby James a run for her money.

She got into the kitchen to find her parents sitting at the breakfast nook. Her father looked haggard and her mother had been crying. Her father looked at her, "Sit down baby. I have some news for you."

"What's wrong dad? I heard about the wreck on the radio and the murders, did we know any of them?"

"Tommy DeSalle and Francisco Gonzales, the plumber, were killed in the wreck. Steven Sheppard is at St Christopher's in Denver. They had to fly him there by helicopter. I don't know much more than that at the moment."

Heather couldn't speak or breathe for what seemed an eternity. Her chest seemed to seize and the room started to spin. When her chest unlocked her scream would wake the Boyd's neighbors.

Maddie

I deplaned and immediately headed for the terminal exit. There were quite a few shuttles and taxis out for the early hour. I instantly saw George's Escalade coming down the lane. As I approached Heidi and Shelby got out and ran toward me. Heidi looked as if she was holding herself together, Shelby had obviously been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and she didn't have any make-up on.

As soon as I hugged Heidi, I started bawling. She just held me as Shelby sobbed even harder than she had been a minute ago. Shelby joined in our embrace and we all cried together. Brandi was in the Escalade and seemed almost inconsolable.

The ride from the airport to St Christopher's seemed to take forever, even with the light morning traffic. I called my Aunt Karen. She was waiting at the Tulsa airport to board her own flight to Denver.

She told me where Stevie was, and I told her that George had volunteered to pick her up from the airport when she got here. She told me that Uncle Frank would be flying out in the afternoon, but he'd rent a car when he got here.

We went in and found the ICU information desk. The nurse told us that Steve was in surgery and a doctor would be out as soon as it was prudent. She had no real information for us, but I took comfort in the fact that he was in surgery, and not in the morgue.

I still knew very little of how Stevie had been hurt. George didn't know much, just that there had been a car wreck. I heard familiar voices approaching the waiting room and looked up to see Don and Pam Reed walk in. They were followed by Mike Calibrese and Zeke Reed. They all looked tired and worn out.

Heidi approached Don and Pam. They had a quick conversation and then they motioned for us to follow them. There was a smaller waiting room just down the hall. We all found seats and Don and Mike began filling us in.

"Mike and Steve were going home from the shop. We were sitting at Johnny's. Steve came over to say hi to Zeke since they hadn't seen each other in years."

"Yeah. We had just stopped when Diesel pulled up in his Mustang. I had my doubts that anything would happen since Diesel seemed to make a habit out of pushing Steve's buttons and then backing out."

"Diesel bet $2000 against Steve thinking he couldn't cover the bet."

Suddenly Zeke jumped in, "I killed him." He sobbed," I told him I'd cover what he didn't have. I should have let Diesel price him out of it."

"I still don't understand why Steve was cruising without Brandi." George said.

"We weren't cruising. We had all but the driver's seat torn out of his car so we could put the roll cage in. We only stopped to say hi to Zeke." said Mike.

Don continued, "I went to the finish area. Diesel and Steve raced. As they were almost to the intersection where Bluffs Road comes out, a big truck comes barreling down and runs the stop sign there. He hit Steve right smack in the driver's door and sent him flying. I saw his car flip as the truck spun. Diesel hit the truck dead on the nose and I saw the truck driver fly through his windshield. I know they both died instantly. Steve's car rolled about four times. It came to rest on the driver's side."

"We called 911. It only took the ambulance five minutes to get there. Five minutes later they called for the helicopter." said Mike.

"We would have been here sooner but the cops had all kinds of questions. Craig and Gary stayed behind to deal with the police that were still investigating the wreck. They'll be up later on." said Don.

In the corner Brandi started sobbing. I looked over at her and my heart broke. I knew she was in love with Stevie. I went over to comfort her. "He'll be ok Brandi. I have faith."

"It's all my fault." She sobbed, "I should have been there even when he wasn't cruising." I hugged her as Heidi came over.

"Brandi honey, you can't blame yourself. You did all that you could. I know you have feelings for him, all of us do, and no one blames you."

Don standing behind Heidi said "He would have conned you out of the car anyway to race Diesel. Racing Diesel and closing his big mouth was priority one for Steve."

About an hour later George left to pick up my aunt at the airport. Don and Mike went with him. I know it was hard on them. They all blamed them selves in some way. The only person I blamed was Tommy for being such a dick.

It suddenly dawned on me that Tommy had died. I called his mother and offered my condolences. She was pissed off that her son had been a part of this. "We raised him to be smarter than that," she said between sobs. "I wish his father had never caved in to him and had bought him a more sensible car." She asked if there was any news on my brother. When I told her that he was still in surgery, she said that she sincerely hoped that he pulled through.

As soon as I hung up my phone rang. It was my roommate Tammy. She asked where I had gone. I told her where I was and why, she offered to fly out and keep me company. I thanked her for her consideration and told her I had plenty of people supporting me so there was no need for her to miss school.

I heard Brandi's phone ring. "Hello? Oh, Hi Heather. No, no news yet. He's in surgery still. No one has told us anything yet." Tears were steadily flowing down her face. "Play well today for him. He'd never forgive himself if you didn't win because of him."

I suddenly wondered if my parents even knew. I called my mom's cell and got her voice mail. Twenty minutes later I called again.

"Maddie! What a surprise. Why are you calling this time of morning?"

"I was calling to see if you had been told about your son."

"Oh, him. Yes we know he's hurt. Your father is mad because we never pulled him off of the insurance."

"Well mother," I said, no longer trying to conceal my anger, "I just hope you don't rue the fact that you never said 'good bye' to your son."

"Where are you?"

"Denver. George and Heidi flew me here and are here as well. Don't worry; he has plenty of support and love here." I said as I hung up. Then I started crying. I couldn't stop as the sobs racked my chest. Pam was holding me and Heidi was trying to get me to calm down. I told them about my mother's flippant attitude about all of this, and they told me not to worry. "As sad as it is, there are still more than plenty of people who care about him and love him. Including you. Herb and Dianne will have to face facts someday, and I hope they are prepared to be completely cut out of his life."

Almost an hour later, George and my aunt Karen walked into the room. I jumped up and ran to hug her. We held each other and cried. Finally I got a hold of myself enough to introduce her to everyone. She and Shelby embraced and wept just like she and I had.

"I sure do wish we had met under better circumstances young lady. I know just how much Steven loves you, and I look forward to having you in our family."

We all sat around for a while talking. Aunt Karen's phone rang twice. Once was my grandparents. As she filled them in on what she knew I heard my grandfather yell curse words when informed that his son was not there. Her next call was from Uncle Frank. He was about to board a plane in Tulsa and would be here in a couple of hours.

Just before three in the afternoon my uncle showed up. He was introduced around and joined all of us in waiting. Heather called Brandi again as did a couple of other friends of theirs.

At 4:45 a doctor came out. "Sheppard family? Steven Sheppard's family? He looked surprised when our entire group stood. "OK, I guess I'll talk to all of you. I am Dr. Brothers. We think we have the internal bleeding under control. He had a lot of internal damage, as well as head trauma and a broken pelvis, fractures in both legs and arms, as well as seven ribs and his right collar bone. Dr. Feinstein our chief of neural surgery spent three hours in his head and got most of the cranial bleeding fixed. He'll likely have to go in again when some of the swelling goes down. We have him on some medications that stimulate blood clotting. One downside is that those can sometimes cause embolisms, but it seems to be less risky than his bleeding out.'

"We haven't bothered to set any of the multiple fractures. He's too weak to withstand that right now. The next 36 to 48 hours are going to be crucial. If he makes it through them I give him a decent chance at survival. He'll be moved into the ICU in half an hour or so and then some of you might be able to visit him. We ask that you not have more than four in the room at a time."

Heidi called him aside and talked in hushed tones with him. When she came back to us she said she didn't really have anything else to add, he pretty much had told us where we stood.

Several cell phones went into action at once as folks back home were apprised of the situation. I was asked if I was going to call my parents. "No," I replied, "They don't care enough to come up here they don't need to know."

Aunt Karen had a knowing look on her face as she called my grandparents. I heard her tell them not to come, there wasn't much anyone could do at the moment, but they should come when he was a bit more recovered and closer to being out of the woods.

Stonemoore John Morris Lexus

David Sanchez walked across the showroom floor. As one of the top sales people at John Morris Lexus he'd had to deal with the manager a lot. She had never been less than professional in all of the time he had worked there. She'd always been bright and courteous, never failing to remember a co-worker's face.

Today something was different. She seemed distracted and once he thought he had seen her cry. He was glad that John wasn't in today. John had a history of making life rough for any employee who was having an off day. David had even thought of approaching her and asking if everything was all right.

He would have all ready if he wasn't close to closing a deal with Dr. Bryan. Now he had to go to his manager's office to get a deal signed off. If Thomas was busy he'd go see her.

Thomas was on the phone when he walked in and motioned for him to go see her. That meant Thomas was having phone sex and didn't want to be bothered. "That's OK," thought David. "John and Dianne know about your habits and soon I'll be sitting in your seat." He walked on down the hall to Dianne Sheppard's office and knocked.

"Come in." she bade from inside. He opened the door and walked in. On her desk were several pictures of a young lady. "A very hot young lady," David thought to himself. There were also several pictures of a long haired boy. In a few he was playing piano. She seemed to be staring into the eyes of this young man as he walked into the room. The resemblance of the girl and boy in the pictures to Dianne was unmistakable. They had to be her children. "What can I do for you David?" she asked.

"Thomas is, er um, well he's occupied and I need to get this deal signed off."

"Fucking Thomas," she swore under her breath. "YES! One step closer." David thought.

"How would you feel taking over Thomas' job David?" she asked.

"I feel I am ready for it, as long as it isn't today." He chuckled, she seemed to be elsewhere. "Are you OK Dianne? You seem a bit out of sorts today."

"I'm just distracted. Someone I care deeply about is in the hospital in Denver and I am worried about them."




Princess Ch. 05



"I'm sure they'll be fine Dianne."

"I sure hope so."

Maddie

I was ready to go back and see Stevie when a nurse asked me if I was the aunt or the sister. I replied sister. She asked if I happened to have a copy of the medical insurance card for my father's insurance. She explained that Stevie was medically indigent and since he was under 22 years of age, our parent's insurance had to cover him. I produced the insurance card and she took all of the information from it. As I was waiting my cell rang. It was my mother. I debated answering and finally decided to answer.

"Hello?" I said shortly. I vowed not to cry.

"Hi hon." There was a pause. "How is he?" I was shocked. My mother actually asked how my brother was.

"He's very touch and go mom." I said as I started to cry. "They think they have his internal and cranial bleeding under control, but told us the next 36 hours or so are going to be very tricky."

I thought I heard her softly crying. "Thank you Maddie." She said as she hung up. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all. Mom seemed concerned at least. I doubted Dad even cared other than the fact it was going to cost him.

Stonemoore People's Bank

Robert Miller sat at his desk. As general manager of the bank he had complete say over all bank business. He had heard that Herb Sheppard's son had been critically injured in an accident that morning. Usually he had several couples over to his house every Friday night to play cards. He canceled this evening's game out of respect for Herb. He figured Herb would have taken the day off, but he hadn't. Herb didn't even seem to be all that distracted.

Robert knew Herb never talked about his son. He doted plenty on his daughter, oh how he'd like to see Herb and Dianne bring their daughter to the card games. She was hot. Now Elaine Mewes was telling him the Herb had asked about dropping his son from the company's insurance policy.

"I knew he didn't get along with his son very well, but I never expected him to be so cold about it."

"Maybe the kid's not in all that bad of shape?" she asked.

"You don't fly someone to St. Christopher's trauma center unless it's serious. St Mark's here in Stonemoore would suffice then."

The Boyd House

Jeff sat down with a strong 7&7 in his hand. Alison sat next to him with a glass of wine. Heather was a mixed bag of emotion. On one hand she had a nearly perfect score to show from her piano contest earlier. On the other hand, her piano coach and love prospect lay in a Denver hospital.

She hung up the phone for the up-teenth time that day after calling Brandi James.

"She says he's in the ICU but only Maddie, Shelby and his aunt have been back to see him. She said Shelby looked horrified when she came out. He's not doing to well I guess." Heather broke down crying. Ali held her daughter tight and comforted her.

Jeff took a pull from his drink and sighed. "The guy who was in the truck was .24 BAC. The coroner confirmed he was way past the legal limit. The D.A. is also looking at pursuing charges against Steven. Drag racing and vehicular assault among them."

"Didn't you say his car was struck first?"

"Yes, but evidence points to him and the DeSalle kid drag racing. The D.A. wants to make an example of someone and Steven is the only one alive. He might change his mind, besides with George James in his corner he won't even have a fine."

"Isn't it a conflict of interest for George to represent his future son?"

"If so, I'm sure he'll hook the kid up with Paul Simon. Paul could have got Hitler off."

Heather sobbed, "I just want to see him. I have so much I want to tell him. He's got to live."

"I'd rather ticket him than bury him. You know his father told dispatch to call someone who might give a shit this morning?"

Ali and Heather looked at him horrified. "Yeah, told us the kid wasn't his concern and to call someone who gives a shit. I just wish I could charge him with something."

"I think it's time for us to change banks. I'm going first thing Monday morning and moving our money to First Bank."

"Can I go up and see him tomorrow? He might like to know how well he taught me."

"We'll all go baby." said Jeff.

Maddie

Stevie was a mummy with tubes and wires coming out of him. Shelby cried as soon as she saw him, and Aunt Karen seemed to want to touch him. I was still mad at our parents. Mom and dad should be here, not everyone else. I was saddened by the fact that more people that only knew Stevie were here and his own parents weren't. I decided to let someone else come see him for a bit. Shelby stayed by him and I went out and asked of anyone else wanted to go in. Uncle Frank jumped at the opportunity and left the room. I told everyone not to worry, Uncle Frank wouldn't stay too long and then someone else could go.

True to my word, Uncle Frank reappeared five minutes later, and Pam went back. Uncle Frank seemed shaken. Don paled as Frank spoke. "I wasn't expecting him to look so bad. I knew the wreck fucked him up, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw." He started crying. "I just don't see how he's going to be able to pull through. I am so scared of losing him right now. God I love that kid. I sure wish Herb would have let him live with Karen and I"

I hugged him and so did Don. Soon Pam and Aunt Karen came out. Pam looked as bad as Uncle Frank had. She immediately held onto Don. "I'm not sure if you want to see that Donny."

"I owe it to him. He's been like a son to me. Are you coming Mike?"

"Yeah. I'm not sure I want to know how bad he is but I can't let him go on not knowing I am here for him."

Don, Mike and Zeke all went back for the final minutes of visiting hours.

I told Brandi that she could probably go too, but she wanted to wait until Heidi could go with her.

Every two hours they allowed us to go back and visit Steve. At nine that night they announced that visiting hours would cease until seven the next morning. Everyone except Shelby, Karen and I went to find a hotel near the hospital. We stayed in the waiting room in case there was a development. At ten, the nurse told us we could stay in Stevie's room until six. Just after ten my phone rang. It was my mother.

"Any news?" She was speaking in a whisper almost so I figures that she was avoiding letting my father know she was inquiring about Stevie.

"No, they're letting us visit him, but I don't think he knows we're even here. He's in bad shape mom."

I could hear her softly crying. "Please let me know if anything changes."

I.C.U. Nurses' Station

Emily Stratton was monitoring the screens that fed her the vitals of her six patients. She was one of four nurses monitoring vitals. Each nurse had six patients to watch over. She was keeping an eye particularly on the kid in bed 5. She kept seeing funny brainwave patterns as well as peculiar drops in his blood pressure. The third time it happened she called Dr. Hook, the attending physician to look.

He looked at the screens and then looked at the history printouts and decided to call Dr. Feinstein in to have a look at the E.E.G. He also called Dr. House up to see the other vitals.

"His BP indicates one of the internal bleeds is getting worse." Said Dr. Hook

"I am afraid he's too weak to withstand another operation," said Dr. House, "Lets up the coagulation agents a bit and see what happens over the next few hours."

Ten minutes later Nurse Jensen was injecting a vial into Steve's IV, as three women dozed nearby.

Maddie

Stevie and I were on the sandy Cabo San Lucas beach. I had just told him the news I had been holding back as a surprise. He reached into my bikini bottom and began rubbing my pussy. Soon we were both naked and fucking on the beach. His cock felt so good sliding in and out of my hungry hole. Just as I was about to cum I felt shaking through my body.

It was six in the morning and a nurse woke us and asked us to return to the waiting room. George, Heidi and Brandi were there already. Uncle Frank and the rest showed up half an hour later. We told them that nothing seemed to have changed in the night.

Don and Pam came in carrying breakfast burritos and coffee. We ate and talked about the night. Everyone had pretty much hit their pillow and died last night. Most of them had been up all night as well as all day. I was running on empty, and the burrito seemed to help.

At seven they allowed us to go into Stevie's room again. Heidi and Brandi came in with Shelby and I. She read the chart and got a concerned look on her face.

"What is it mom?" Shelby asked.

"I'm just a little concerned about the amount of clotting agents they are giving him. He must be bleeding and they're afraid to operate anymore."

Brandi stood by his bed and grasped his hand. I'm not sure anyone else heard her say "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." I went over and told her to stop beating herself over it. Heidi came back into the room and said she had confirmed what she had thought. She said the top doctors in the city were keeping an eye on things, and we shouldn't worry too much. Heidi, Brandi and I went back out and let Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank and George go back.

I had just sat down when my phone rang.

"How is he this morning?"

I filled mom in on the bleeding development, and she seemed pleased that the best doctors were on the case. I didn't bother asking if she was planning on coming up because I doubted she would. Calling and checking up were far enough out of her norm.

Charlotte and Amanda both called during the morning. Charlotte told me that some of our classmates were going to place a cross by the road for Tommy. Then she asked how I was doing. I told her I was scared for my brother, but she seemed more interested in talking about her grief over Tommy. After five minutes of that I made up an excuse to get off the phone.

Amanda asked more about Stevie than anything. But she seemed more concerned about scarring he might have afterword than much else. I think I jolted her when I told her that I was sure he'd rather have scars than be in a box. Then she seemed to realize how dire his situation was.

Around ten, Chief Jefferson Boyd walked in, followed by his wife and daughter. His daughter was stunning. If Stevie wasn't so in love with Shelby, I think this girl would have him in a heartbeat. Although I think Brandi would definitely throw her hat in the fight too. It was easy to tell that Heather had been up most of the night crying. She walked up and embraced Brandi and they cried together for a few minutes.

I had never been formally introduced to the Boyds. As I was introduced I noticed Jefferson looking around expectantly. "No, they couldn't be bothered to come." I told him. Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank came over and met him as well.

"It's nice to see some of you care for him." He looked at me, "I don't have much respect for your folks at the moment, but I am glad to see all of you here supporting him. How is he?"

Heidi came over and filled him in. Alison was a part time nurse and understood everything Heidi said. "Sure doesn't sound too promising right now, but at least he has made it through the first 24 hours."

Herb and Dianne

Dianne sat in the passenger seat of the car while Herb got out and pumped the gas. They had been running around town looking at furniture. They planned on redecorating their front room and dining room.

Dianne looked at her watch and saw that it was past noon. She made sure Herb was occupied and hit her redial.

"How is he baby?" she asked her daughter.

"The doctors are talking about operating on him again. He is bleeding somewhere and they can't seem to get it to stop with drugs." Dianne knew that if they had to talk about operating, then it wasn't something they really wanted to do. She felt guilty for not being up there with her son and daughter, but her husband was being a big enough dick about what this might cost him. He had been angry enough when he found out that Maddie had invited Steven to stay in the house with her over Christmas, that he refused to fly her home for Valentine's Day. Who knew what he'd say if he found out that she was in Denver now and not at school.

She'd have to repay Heidi and George for flying her daughter home for this. She suddenly felt that she had missed her opportunity to say goodbye to her son. She couldn't help but start weeping. When Herb got in the car he asked, "What the fuck is your problem?"

Maddie

Don and Pam, bless their hearts, went out and picked up burgers and fries for everyone. The last we had heard, the main doctors were still debating whether or not they were going to operate on Stevie again.

As we ate we watched a movie that I hadn't seen before. It was called "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas." It was about a boy in Nazi Germany whose father became commandant at a death camp. The boy befriends a little Jewish boy who is in the camp. When the boy's mother finds out they are at an extermination camp she begins arguing a lot with her husband. When the son hears them fighting, he crawls into bed with his older sister and she comforts him.

It reminded me of all the things I had missed in Stevie's life. How I had never been there to comfort him. I wept as I watched. I just hoped that I would have a brother to comfort when all of this was done.

The final visiting period of the day came and we all took turns going in to see him. Shelby, Aunt Karen and I waited out in the waiting room since we knew we'd get to go back later. When visiting hours were over everyone left for their hotels and we went back into Stevie's room.

At the Hotel

Don and Pam Reed had a room, George, Heidi and Brandi James had a room, the Boyds had a room and Frank, Mike and Zeke shared a room. Everyone seemed to rest a little easier since Steven was closer to being out of the woods. Mike produced a bottle and he, Frank and Zeke got quite a nice buzz going before they went to sleep. Don and Pam just held each other and prayed for Steven. They both viewed him as a son. They were a bit more optimistic about his recovery.

Even Heidi seemed more relaxed. She viewed the fact that they hadn't decided to operate again as a positive sign. George didn't relish the idea of his daughter being devastated. Either one of them. He knew that should Shelby falter in her love for Steven, Brandi would go for it in a heart beat. Jefferson Boyd thought the same of his daughter.

120 miles to the south, Dianne lay in bed wide awake. Herb snored away next to her. She made up her mind that in the morning she'd go to church. As soon as church let out she was going to head to Denver whether Herb liked it or not.

Maddie

Warm tropical sun beats down on me as my lover, my soul mate, my brother Stevie runs his tongue over my engorged clit. He is eating my pussy like it's the last one he'll ever eat. He works his fingers in and out of my wet hole, brushing my g-spot every so often. He kisses his way up my body, stopping at my belly button, and working on up to my engorged breasts. He is getting ready to enter my pussy.

I am brought rudely awake by a cacophony of alarms. Nurses and orderlies are running around Stevie's room unhooking things and pushing his bed. Shelby is screaming in the corner and my Aunt Karen looks white as a sheet. In a moment they have Stevie out of the room and are speeding up a corridor toward the operating room doors. Twenty minutes later we were in the waiting room with everyone from the hotels.

Soon a nurse came out and talked to us. "I'm sorry for not talking to you sooner, but things got a little hectic. About half an hour ago, Steven's blood pressure dropped dramatically, meaning that most likely one of the repaired bleeds inside him had come undone. At the same time his brain activity showed evidence of a blood clot. Dr. House and Dr. Brothers rushed him into surgery to fix the issues."

I looked at my phone and saw that it was only four in the morning. Heidi was doing her best to reassure us all that the surgery was a good thing. "It means they think he's stronger."

Around six, a doctor came out. "Sheppard family?"

We all stood and he asked us all to sit. He appeared to be in deep thought, "As you may know, we debated all day yesterday, and into the evening about whether or not to go back and operate on Steven some more to control a couple of bleeds. A couple of hours ago the bleed in his brain got worse and wed decided it was riskier to wait, than it was to operate. During the operation he suffered from a pulmonary embolism." He paused again and took a deep breath.

"I am sorry, but at that point there was nothing we could do. He's gone."

I felt numb and the room started spinning. The last thing I heard as I blacked out was Shelby scream.

The next couple of days were a blur. Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank stepped in to take care of things with the hospital. They arranged for Stevie's body to be transported back to Stonemoore to Carapace's Funeral Home. Vincenzo Carapace had been in the funeral business all of his life and there was no one I trusted more to treat Stevie with dignity.

I called mom and dad shortly after Stevie passed. Mom screamed. I heard dad ask her what was wrong, and she told him. "Good riddance," was what I heard him say. He got on the phone "Who is this?"

"It's me dad."

"Where are you and how did you know that boy was in a wreck?"

"I've been in Denver since they flew YOUR SON up there. I don't think I need to talk to you any more father." I said as I hung up.

Dad refused to pay anything towards Stevie's funeral. Mom managed to meet me one afternoon at Carapace's to slip me some money to help. She looked horrible.

"I have to help some. Your father can be as much of a jackass as he wants, but I miss Steven."

I lost it and unloaded on my mother. "If you miss him so damn much, where have you been his entire life? If you miss him so damn much, where have you been the past week? If you miss him so damn much, why have you pushed him away from you and allowed Herb to treat him as a second class citizen? We don't need your money mother. Between Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank, George and Heidi, and Jefferson and Alison Boyd and Charley and Helen Martinelli his funeral and burial plot are paid for. Don and Pam Reed bought his coffin, and Zeke Reed got his grave marker"

"We have all of the pall bearers in place and a reception afterword paid for by Kenny and Mike Calibrese, and Grandma and Grandpa Sheppard. It will be Thursday afternoon at one if you are indeed interested in coming."

She started sobbing uncontrollably. I almost felt bad for her. She looked so miserable but she had pushed Stevie away and I had warned her that she might want to say good bye. I walked off and went into the viewing room.

Vincenzo and his people had done a wonderful job on Stevie. His hair had been cut off for the surgeries, but they placed a wig on him and it looked like his real hair. As I sat in the back corner of the room, admiring all of the flower arrangements that surrounded his Candy Apple Blue coffin, that was a touch Don Reed insisted on, mom came in and walked up to the coffin and laid the most loving tender kiss on Stevie's forehead I had ever seen.

I could see the tears running down her face as she soothed his hair back. She was saying something to him, but I couldn't hear. Her sobbing got me to crying again and I buried my face in my hands. The feeling of loss was so great that it felt like a car parked on my chest.

I felt an arm go over my shoulder and I welcomed my mother's embrace. We hugged and cried. After a little while she looked at me and said, "I know you have at least one burning question. I'll answer it, but first I want to know what brought you around? What warmed you up to your brother?"

I told her about Byron Childress and how he lost his brother to gang violence. I told her how he wished he had been able to protect him and how I felt like I had missed so much time with my own brother. I told her how I had kind of forced my way back into his life; of course I left out the sex. She seemed to mull all of it over for a minute or two. Then I asked her, "So why do you and Herb hate him so much?"




Princess Ch. 05



She recoiled when I used to term hate. She took my hand and began to speak.

"Your father has always had a high sex drive. A year or so after you were born I found out that he was having an affair with one of the tellers at the bank. I kicked him out of the house and talked to an attorney about a divorce. My mother and father tried to talk me out of leaving Herb, and his parents disowned him"

"We were separated for six months. During that time I met a man and dated him a few times. One night while he and I were out I ran into Herb. We talked for quite some time and agreed to talk again the following day. The next day I talked to Herb and we made a plan to get back together. I told him though that I was going to see the other man a few times more and might sleep with him to make a point."

"The night before Herb and I got back together, I slept with the man. Herb moved back in with me the next day, and we had three days of make up sex. Six weeks later we discovered that I was pregnant. At that time I confessed to Herb that I had slept with the other man before we got back together and therefore wasn't entirely sure whose baby I was carrying. Herb was livid, but I threatened to kick him out again, and reminded him that he was sleeping with tellers for a year and I had only been with this guy once."

"He was so sure that the baby was the other guy's and hated him from the start. Herb demanded we get a paternity test as soon as the baby was born. If it was proved to be Herb's nothing would change. If it was the other guy's he would expect some sort of financial support from him."

"Your brother was born and had blood drawn and a DNA swab before he was ten minutes old. Herb was convinced that the baby didn't look like him. Everyone said he looked just like me. Anyway, herb was so mad that he couldn't tell right away that he made me name the baby after the man I had slept with. Steven Randall."

"Herb called my folks shortly after Steven was born and told them I'd had the baby. He also proceeded to tell them that he didn't think it was his and he had doubts as to our marriage. My parents quit speaking to me at that point. The tests came back and proved Herb to be Steven's father, but he'd already made his mind up that he didn't love the boy."

"My parents never warmed to Steven either. They were sure that Herb and I lied to them about the paternity test results. Plus my mother had this thing with the number three. Since Steven was number four in our family he was cast aside. Pressure from Herb and mom made me shun my son. Your father got so mad when you would be nice to Steve. Eventually he made you just like the rest of us. He even threatened to sell my piano if I didn't quit teaching Steven to play. I sent him to Helen Martinelli and she brought the music out of his heart"

"Herb was so against Steve having any happiness that he refused to allow Karen and Frank to have him. I wanted them to take him if only because they'd show him the love he so deserved. I knew that Karen would take him to visit his parents when she'd have him for vacations. Your father felt he'd been stabbed in the back when we got to their house at Christmas and saw all of the pictures of Steven on their walls. I don't know what he'd say if he knew I have pictures of him on my desk at work."

"I was secretly happy that you and Steven had patched things up between you. I was devastated however, when Steve moved out of our house. I was planning on divorcing Herb if I had to, and trying to revive my relationship with Steven. Now I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't live with that man any more. I resent the fact I had force my son out of life to have peace with him."

I sat there and digested all she'd just said. "The saddest thing to me mother, is the fact that people that only knew Stevie for the past few years wept more at his death than you did. Even Jefferson Boyd spent a couple of nights in Denver waiting with us in the ICU for Stevie."

She started crying again. "I was so wrong. Please forgive me Maddie. I only pray that God forgives me and that Steven forgives me."

The Funeral

The family section at the funeral was full. Shelby and I sat together. She proudly wore the ring Stevie had bought her. George, Heidi and Brandi sat next to her. Jeff and Alison and Heather Boyd sat next to them. Aunt Karen and Uncle Frank sat with my Grandma and Grandpa Sheppard in the next row. Pam Reed and Kenny Calibrese also sat in the second row. Charley and Helen sat third row along with Gary's sister Gina and her kids. Her daughter Sam was inconsolable. She had definitely connected with Stevie.

About ten minutes before the funeral was supposed to start, Mom, Dad and Grandma and grandpa Murphy walked in. Mom came to me and asked where they could sit. I told her that she was welcome to sit with us, Herb and her parents could sit elsewhere.

The night before, Grandma Murphy had said that Shelby looked like a hooker and she could see why Steven had hooked up with her. I left Herb's house and stayed in Stevie's bed that night, after telling them just what I thought of their opinions.

When mom sat with us, Herb came up and tried to sit too. George stood and told him in no uncertain terms that this was the family section and he wasn't welcome. Charley grumbled a few four letter words behind us and Herb stormed off, yelling that it was bullshit that his son had died and he was being left out of things.

The service was nice. Many people got up and talked about Stevie and how he'd touched their lives. When the service was over, we all walked up and said our goodbyes. Herb rushed up and tried to join the family receiving line. Uncle Frank and Charley told him to either get back with the rest or leave. He threw a fit and tried to drag my mom out with him. Two of Chief Boyd's officers walked him out of the funeral home and admonished him not to come back.

As Heather walked past the coffin, she pinned her medal from the piano contest on Stevie. I cried as I realized that she loved Stevie as much as any of us did. As everyone filed past, there were over a hundred people there; they each thanked my mom for finally coming around.

Charlotte and Amanda walked by and hugged Shelby and I. "I am so sorry about all of this," said Amanda with tears streaming down her face. Charlotte said nothing. I could tell she was fighting not to bawl. She'd lost Tommy too, and knowing the pain Shelby and I were in made it harder on her. She could be a stone cold bitch, but she was more than empathetic to her friends.

Finally they ushered is out of the room while Vincenzo sealed Stevie's coffin. Then Gary, Craig, Mike, Don, Zeke and George carried the coffin into the hearse.

The graveside service and reception went off without a hitch. Everyone enjoyed the fellowship. Many stopped by to thank my mom for coming around. She tried to talk to everyone who'd paid for the funeral into allowing her to pay part. They told her to hang onto her money, and that they were more than happy to pay for Stevie's final resting place.

Five years later.

Five years ago I lost my brother for the second time in my life. It was still sad to me that it took him dying to get our mother back into his life. My mother left my father the night of the funeral. She moved into Stevie's house and shared it with Mike for several months. She lived in the basement where Stevie had lived, and I stayed with her when I went home.

Monday following the funeral, Robert Miller called Herb into his office. He explained to Herb that he was moving him to an auditor's position, because he had lost important customers due to my father's behavior at Stevie's funeral.

The morning after the funeral, Kenny Calibrese, Charley Martinelli and Vincenzo Carapace closed their accounts and moved to a competing bank. Several other people who'd been at the funeral did the same. When asked they all said that an asshole like Herb wasn't someone they wanted to be associated with. The only reason he didn't fire Herb, was the fact that Herb had always been an exemplary banker and he was an asset to the bank.

Mom and Herb got back together the following Christmas. He might not like it, but mom proudly displays several pictures of Stevie around the house. She doesn't speak to her parents anymore because they told her off for leaving Herb.

Today is Eater Sunday and I am sitting on the back patio at my parent's house, watching my daughter and Shelby's son run around the yard looking for hidden eggs. Mom dotes on my little girl and Herb can't get enough of her. I simply tell anyone who asks that her father died in a car wreck five years ago. Mom and Herb assume that Tommy was her father.

Stevie Randi Sheppard will be five in September. Mom thinks it's sweet I named her after my brother, Herb calls her angel. Shelby's son, Steven Randall Sheppard Jr. will be five in November. He is named after his father.

Shelby became pregnant the weekend of Valentine's Day. Mom loves the little boy as much as she should have loved her own son. Herb is nice to him, but he prefers Stevie. I often wonder what he would say if he knew that the granddaughter he adores so much, was fathered by the son he couldn't stand.

Fin.

A few notes.

I hope I have answered all questions now. I know not everyone will agree with me killing off Steve, but it was planned from day one. I tossed around many ideas why Herb and Dianne hated Steve, the one you read was the one I couldn't poke full of holes. Maddie getting pregnant was also an idea that I had early on in the story. When I hooked Shelby and Steve up, that threw a wrench into my plan. I fixed that with the whole revenge on Mark angle. I threw you a hint in Chapter 2 when I had Maddie on anti—biotics. I hope you all enjoyed this tale as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Saxon Hart



Princess Ch. 05



Eventually, we settled with Jacque's, and returned to the condo. It was about ten o'clock. If I read Jerry correctly, he was interested in some sexual time with Carrie; however, that wasn't going to happen with Emma around.

Carrie changed all that in a minute. She came up to me. "Jim ... Honey ... I need you to do something really special for me – for us – especially for my younger sister Em."

"Yummmm." I wondered where she was going; this was unusual, and if I read the tone of her voice correctly, her request involved something sexual.

"I want you to make love to Emma. She's a virgin the same way I was. She likes you – a lot, and would like to ... well, she'd like you to be her first lover, even though you're my fiancé, and I know you just met today. I think that'd be so special, so I'm hoping you'll really do it. I can be with Jerry, but also be close by. Would you ..."

"I interrupted, "Carrie! Sleeping with your sister is not something I imagined I'd have to do to win her favorable report. Is this really something you want me to do or is this some pressure that you don't understand from your sister?"

"I want this to happen." Carrie kissed me passionately. She explained, "I love my little sister. Until we grew apart because of being apart for university and other responsibilities, we were so close. I look at this as bringing us back together again with you being a special bridge between us. I do have a sort of kinky request, however."

"What's that?"

"I want to watch – to be in the same room as the two of you, maybe even beside her when you ... what'd you call it, take her cherry. Would that be too much to ask?"

"I'd like that, and if you're there it would be comforting to both of us. I want to be sure you're one hundred percent on this. I don't want to find I lose you because I fucked my future sister."

Carrie chuckled, "More than that, maybe you'll get to keep fucking her into the future. I know how that kinky little fantasy just might really appeal to your inner man-slut."

"It does. What will you do?"

Carrie smiled and then moved to Jerry who'd just returned to the living room; she planted a kiss on him that melted his shoe leather. As he returned the kiss, he ran his hands up her sides and under her designer top, obviously feeling her breasts.

Emma watched the pair with fascination, as though she'd never seen anything equivalent.

I said, "Never saw your sister making out with someone?"

"Never."

"Come here, Emma or can I call you Em like Carrie does?"

"Em, yes; call me either." She flowed into my arms, and I tilted her head up to me and kissed her. I thought, this is the second princess I've kissed in the past two months ... and soon it would be the second princess I'd initiated into the sexual part of her life, and the second princess I'd made love to.

Beside us, Jerry slowly pulled up Carrie's top, tossing it onto the back of the sofa. Her bra followed in seconds, leaving her sexy breasts open for him to feast on. Jerry was a breast man. He lunged forward and kissed Carrie, and then slid down her body until his mouth could totally engulf a breast, even including her large areola.

Emma shuddered next to me. I slowly ran my hand up he side, and then forward until I gently cupped her right breast in my hand. I massaged slowly, feeling the nipple harden under my palm.

Emma looked over her shoulder at me. I leaned in and kissed her neck, turning her slightly so we made better contact.

Em whispered, "I really like you. You and Carrie will be so good together."

I kissed her again. 

Em said, "It doesn't bother you that Carrie is hooking up with Jerry?"

"No. I like that it makes her happy occasionally. He's not trying to steal her away, and I believe her when she tells me that I'm her only lover. He may make love to her, but she'll be mine in the long run."

"Oh, God, that is so sexy. You let her fuck someone else."

"I get off on it, actually. I like watching the two of them when they're together. It's impressive. I get a little jealous, and it makes me especially attentive to her afterwards. She tells me she reacts the same when I'm with Marjorie, even though we're a threesome."

"Does Marjorie fuck Jerry?"

"She does. She introduced him to us."

"I like him too, but right now I really want my brother-to-be to do me in every way he can. Just so you know, Carrie and I talked about it this afternoon and again at the restaurant. She said you are such a perfect lover, and are so attentive and imaginative about how to make her cum."

I slid my hands under her top and lifted. Emma put her hands up, and the top disappeared. Her bra followed an instant later. 

I sucked in Em's left breast, enjoying the swell and how I could feel her breathing change to a different gear. She whispered, "My nipples are very sensitive. I can have an orgasm from you doing that ... but I'm still a virgin. Thank you for being willing to stretch your boundaries and do me."

"Oh, it'll be my pleasure. You are so pretty and sweet."

As we talked I'd unbuttoned and unzipped her designer slacks, and pushed them down her legs. Emma stepped out of them. I then toyed with the lacy knickers, until I pushed those too down her legs and helped her step out of them.

"You're beautiful," I whispered as I moved to kiss her.

"My breasts are small," she opined.

I sucked a tit into my mouth, and while I held the suction, I flicked her nipple with my tongue. Emma went wild, and ground her bare pussy into my leg.

Finally, Emma said, "Will you lose your clothes? I want to please you too."

I was nude in seconds, but way behind Carrie and Jerry. The two of them were beside us on my long sofa, each with their hands busy with the other's sexual parts. They were kissing up a storm, and I could often see their tongues interacting.

Emma inhaled my cock as I turned back to her. Between sucks, she said, "I think I'm pretty good at this. I've held off having intercourse, but I know how to suck cock."

"And talk dirty too. I like that."

I dropped a hand to her crotch, and started to slide my fingers through her slit, and then to sink a couple into her sweet body.

I said, "Sixty-nine with me. I want to eat you."

Only seconds later, we were stretched out on my deep pile carpet with my mouth eating the Class A-1 princess pussy, and her mouth devouring my cock, with a talented display of tongue work on both our parts.

I whispered, "I want to make you cum."

"God, I'm almost there."

I thrust two fingers into her cunt as I nibbled on her clit. I used the fingers to search for and then massage her G-spot.

Emma erupted in a fireworks display of joy when her climax hit. A long moan floated around the room.

Next to us on the sofa, Carrie lay back with legs spread as Jerry tenderly moved between them and slowly sank his steely manhood deep inside her. Their moans also filled the dimly lit room.

I couldn't wait any longer. I turned Emma around, ate her pussy for a few seconds leaving a copious amount of lubrication there, and then I took aim with my granite-like shaft, and duplicated Jerry's move by sinking deep into Em. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Carrie watching us – watching the deflowering of her sister.

Emma and I were fully engaged in each other at that point. I kept going deeper and faster into her, even hitting our pubes together harder as we made love and she murmured 'harder' to me. I tried to give her what she wanted, and beyond. I wanted this to be a fabulous experience for her.

I romanced her. As our bodies thrust together with passion and lust, I whispered words of affection and love to her. I told her how beautiful she was, and how I was so glad we'd be seeing each other for all the years to come. I stroked every part of her body that I could reach, kissing each part as well yet keeping us together where it counted – my cock buried deep in her cunt.

I used my finger to massage her clit, watching Emma's response to the intensity of my touch, and then the kind of motion that turned her on the most. About the time I had that figured, Emma's body stiffened. 

Em gasped, "Oh, God, you're making me cum. The first time I'm making love, and you're actually giving me an orgasm with your dick inside me. Oh, this is so wonderful."

Our brand of wonderful crested. Em's entire vagina started to spasm around my cock, and that was all it took. I came in buckets, filling Emma's tight cavity with my seed. I then collapsed on top of her briefly, and rolled us partly to our side so that I didn't crush her. Em's passion continued as she kissed me with great ardor.

On the sofa, I glanced up just as Carrie came and Jerry fired his load into her cunt. The two of them were also engaged in a passionate encounter.

Emma and I lay there stroking each other for at least ten minutes. Our breathing slowly returned to normal.

Eventually, Carrie and Jerry got up and went to the bathroom. When they got back, Jerry briefly bid us goodbye, slipped his clothes on and left.

Carrie lay down behind her nude sister, and spooned in behind her. I reached across and stroked her sweet body. I asked, "You have fun?"

"Yes, he's nice, but I love you." She leaned across her sister and gave me a hot kiss.

She then turned her sister towards her and added, "And I love you too." She gave Emma a remarkable kiss, the likes of which I'd only ever seen her share with Marjorie. 

I suggested, "We should maybe go to bed?"

Carrie said, "Yes, the three of us in bed together, right now, and then I want to try something." She stood, and then pulled her sister upright, and led her to our bed.

In the bedroom, Carrie pushed Emma back on the bed. She then separated her legs, and as Emma watched in fascination and lust, Carrie buried her head between her sister's legs and started to lap and suck my cum from inside her. Emma's whole body shuddered, and she muttered, "Oh, fuck. I can't believe my sister is eating her fiancé's cum from my pussy."

Carrie whispered, "Later, you can eat his cum from my pussy, and if you're very good we'll let you do it with Marjorie too."





Princess Ch. 05



She explained, "All those arrogant young men, who you beat out by taking my virginity and then asking me to marry you, wanted a piece of me. They knew approximately what they'd be able to tap into once we were married. They were greedy, in addition to the other negative traits I told you about. You are benevolent. If you recall, I told you I had some money, and we had a talk about philanthropy. If you have money, you obviously want to use it in a leveraged way to make the world a better place. That's what I love about you; love is important to you, and not money."

Marjorie had been standing there listening to our discussion. I could see her legs were a little wobbly, so I'd put my arm about both women as we talked next to the car. Finally, she said, "I agree with what Jim just said. Holy shit that's a lot of money."

Carrie said, "I asked my estate manager to move about a hundred million over here to the states, so I can have direct access to it whenever I want – like completing the house deal. It's all set up now. I have a special account at Charles Schwab, plus a private investment advisor. I think this'll work out well for us this way. Fortunately, they work with a firm here in the U.S. who can help us when tax and reporting time comes."

I volunteered, "Carrie, if you want me to sign any kind of a prenuptial agreement, I will ... I feel I should. This is way too risky for you ... you need protection of your money in case we should ever break up."

"Oh, I know about those, but there's no need for that. I know you and how you think. Marge too. We are in this for the long haul with each other."

Marge said, "Honey, don't let your idealism set you up for some disaster in the future."

Carrie just nodded, and got into the front seat of the car. I knew this passive response was her way of letting the subject slide away. I'd mention the prenup again in a few days.





Princess Ch. 05



I saw Marjorie and her father at the back of the church. She looked beautiful, and my heart soared with joy that she was there and would be with me in life. They joined the procession. Behind her, escorted by her father came Princess Caroline, dressed in the prettiest bridal gown I'd ever seen. 

After the right parties were at the front of the church, we moved into position and the minister conducted the wedding service. After, Carrie and I had said our "I do's," the two of us turned and faced Marjorie who stepped forward. We'd written some vows we said with her too, but this part was a commitment ceremony between each of us. The word 'Love' occurred a lot throughout.

I turned to face the attendees in the church, kissed Carrie and then Marjorie, each took ahold of one of my arms, and we moved down from the altar to the white carpet runner, and then went along to the back of the church where, together with our parents, my brother, and Emma, we'd be in a receiving line.

The receiving line took almost an hour. My feet were begging for respite by then, and it was only twelve-thirty. The photographers then took about an hour's worth of photos in every conceivable combination of the primary wedding party. Once in a while, I was aware of a TV camera lurking nearby.

Only then were we allowed to file into the various limousines waiting to take us to the Watergate Hotel, where the reception would take place, part of it overlooking the Potomac River.

Most of the guests were already there by the time we arrived, ran through a few more pre-meal photographs, and then officially arrived in the dining room to a round of applause and rousing toasts. We sat, and the meal service quickly began. I was starved, and I guessed that many of the guests were too, because we all got into eating rather quickly.

As we arrived, circulated, ate, and cavorted in the reception, the TV cameramen moved silently around the room. I expected there'd be interesting news coverage of all this on the six o'clock news.

A six-piece band played music, and Carrie and I started the dancing, and then I turned her over to her father, and I danced with Marjorie, turned her over to her father, and then danced with Carrie's Mum – the queen, and then Emma, who really wanted to make out with me again. She pushed her pussy against my cock as best she could given the layers of crinoline she wore under her gown. After the pro forma dances were out of the way, everyone started to participate. The band was good and varied the pace so everyone could find some music they liked.

Carrie, Marjorie, and I circulated from table to table, talking with the guests, and thanking them for coming to our celebration. More than a few asked about the three of us, many not understanding the concept of a threesome. We did some of the other customary things like the cake – with two brides and a single groom atop the frosting, the throwing of garters and flowers – Emma caught one of the two tossed, and then the toasts with Champagne.

About four o'clock, Marjorie, Carrie, and I made a thing about saying goodbye and that we were off on our honeymoon. We left amid a shower of rice and confetti. Our bodyguard accompanied us.

Our limo whisked us out to our new house. Many of our things were now there, plus some temporary security. While we'd been having the wedding the last of our furniture got plucked from the condo, delivered, and set up. I was pleased to see the moving van departing from the driveway just as we arrived. That meant that all our beds were there.

Marjorie, Carrie, and I were full of laughter and joy during the ride. They each shared little vignettes from the day that had intrigued them. Many had to do with the realization that the three of us were going to live together, and after that the over-emphasis on what that meant sexually. Great dirty minds think alike.

Carrie asked, "Hey, what would you think if we expanded the people going with us on the honeymoon?"

I replied, "Sounds good. Who were you thinking of?"

"For starters, Emma and Jerry, but I was thinking of your brother too. He's sort of hunky."

I laughed, "He is hunky, but the idea will shock him. It'd be good for him, plus I know he hasn't gotten laid for a few months since he broke up with his girlfriend of the past two years."

Marjorie said, "I like the idea. What would we do, just tell them they have seats on the jet?"

I nodded. "We have six more seats on the charter, plus I'd tell them we're hosting a small orgy on some island in the Caribbean."

Carrie turned to Jerry, and asked him to come with us. He was ready and had a grin a mile wide.

Doug was a little bit harder to convince. I explained that Emma was coming and apparently had a thing for him. I still had to work at it, but finally he agreed. He pleaded work, and I pleaded brother-brother privilege.

While I'd been talking to Doug, Carrie had called Emma. Marjorie was on another line arranging a limousine to bring Emma and her luggage out to the house. We left it to Emma to explain to her parents that she was going on her sister's honeymoon.

To be continued



Princess Ch. 06



Princess - Ch. 06

Mile High Club, honeymoon orgy, kidnapped, super-hero



Princess Ch. 06



We literally skipped out of Martin's office all the way to the car. Carrie texted Marjorie about the approvals once we stood beside my car. We stood there making out for a couple of minutes.

"Well, Mrs. Westerly, it looks like America has decided to let us stay together."

"Would you have come to the U.K., Mr. Westerly, had I had to return there?"

"I would have, but then they would have kicked me out of there after six months too."

Carrie laughed, "The world has gotten smaller, but we still have some archaic immigration laws and policies. I know some of those in the U.K. go back to the time of Henry VIII."

"What would you like to do now?"

"Can you take the rest of the afternoon off?"

"I can."

"Then, let's get an ice cream, and then go and make a baby."

"Oh, you have the best ideas."





Princess Ch. 06



Emma came over about two weeks after the kidnapping. By then, Carrie had achieved her super-hero status. When we met Emma's flight at Dulles, people gave her a wide swath, and obviously didn't want to tangle with her. Many did wish her well, and thanked her for being on the side of 'truth, justice, and the American way' - right out of Superman.

Emma stayed with us, and fell deeper and deeper into love with each of us. We had a lot of sex, and she was the instigator over most of the encounters, certainly with me. When Jerry was around, Emma about jumped his bones.

When my brother Doug heard that Emma was visiting, he invited himself to come and visit over the weekend between the two weeks she'd come for. The two of them barely left the bedroom, and then only to come out and have sex with someone else for the sake of variety - a value we were promoting just so we could see them a little.

Emma pleaded with us to let her stay and move in with us. Her request led to a series of discussions with her about our lifestyle and its implications, both short and long term.

I asked her, "Why do you want to be with us? Think deeply about what really appeals to you."

Emma thought for a while and said, "OK, let me try this. I feel in my heart that I love each of you, plus I love Jerry and Doug too. When I say 'love,' I mean it in the true sense of the word; I have intense and deep affection. I also have sexual feelings for you. When I've been home in the U.K., about all I can think about is each of you and how I want to be romantic with you and do things to please you sexually and any other way I can find. I almost want to be your submissive, and let you do anything to me, so long as you pay me some attention. I want to get to know you and how you think. I want to be able to anticipate your needs and thoughts, and I want you to feel that way about me."

"I like your lifestyle. I think royalty is a kind of yoke. Sure we carry the mantel of a long line of kings and queens, and princes and princesses, but so what? You're all doing something constructive and contributing to society in a meaningful way. I like the way all your various personality traits blend together. I know you don't always agree, but the way you work things out is awesome. I like how you think about spirituality, and the role it plays in your lovemaking. What'd you say to me last night, Jim, something about loving in mind, body, and spirit?"

Emma sighed, "I also love and admire the values you follow, and how you carefully skirt the ones you don't. You all deeply trust each other, yet you give each other permission to do anything with anybody. Every one of my friends in the U.K. tries to manipulate me into doing things or believing in things I don't agree with. You don't manipulate. You put the idea out there, and leave it to me to decide whether to pick it up or not."

Marjorie asked, "What about your boyfriends? Don't you have guys you like back home?"

Emma laughed, "No. I know that Carrie told you that the boys she knew in the U.K. were self-centered, arrogant, self-righteous misogynists, who had egos the size of the Matterhorn. Well, I agree, and many of the ones I know are the same chaps she knew. I don't know one that's really appealing as a close friend or lover."

Marjorie asked, "Are you under pressure from your parents or something?"

"Yes, and it's subtle. Little one-liners or questions about 'finding the right man' and things like that. I've found the right man - men actually, and I've found the right women too."

I posed, "You're OK with being bisexual?"

"I'm better than OK with it, even the incest with my sister. I love that we now have a romantic relationship, and that I have a deep loving and physical relationship with you too Marjorie. I know you all care about me. You can't fake those feelings."

Carrie said, "You're really a swinger?"

Emma thought about that and smiled, "Yes, I guess I am. There's this circle of people I like, and I love having sex of any kind with any of them. Kinky, I know."

I asked, "Would you like to go to a swinger party, one where you have sex with other people, some you may not even know?"

Emma giggled, "It sounds like a blast. Yes, I'd love to do that, and if I developed affectionate feelings for some of them, so much the better."

Carrie turned to me, "You never asked me that question. I'd like to try it too. I think it'd be hot."

Marjorie nodded, "I think I know a few people who could make that happen if you're all serious."

We each looked at Marge and gave lecherous grins.

To be continued



Princess Ch. 07







Princess Ch. 07



Emma spent two weeks with us, and much of the time outside work hours was in bed with Marjorie, her sister, or me -- or all of us. I started to believe her when she described herself as a newly minted bisexual nymphomaniac. Jerry helped out on quite a few occasions too, and Doug went out of his way to attend to her too.

In March, a week after Emma returned, Doug came by for two nights while he spent the days at his Beltway client. The last night, he blew us away with his plans for the next two or three years, and maybe longer.

Doug said, "My consulting firm has asked me to relocate to London and help set up an office in the U.K. I have to help hire some local staff over there, and even find an office head, and then I'll be coming home to the U.S. They want me over there at least for two years, and possibly three or more."

Marjorie, Carrie, and I looked at each other and simultaneously said, 'Emma!'"

Doug had a comfortable relationship with Emma, although they didn't see each other all the time as only one or the other might be at our house. A few times they synced, and the two of them connected -- mind, body, and spirit.

Doug was so busy with work he still hadn't gotten a steady girlfriend. One of his old girlfriends had anointed him her 'fuck buddy,' and that took care of some of his physical needs when he was in California, but he'd told us he really liked Emma and even thought of her as a longer-term special girlfriend.

After our realization that Doug might be the solution to the 'Emma Problem,' Carrie laid out the situation with Emma to him during one of his visits. 

Carrie said, "Emma wants a connection to all of us, and you can become that connection. You're being in England will mean she has somebody there all the time that provides her a link to us."

Doug looked skeptical, "But she wants sex with you."

I laughed, "So, you'll have to pick up the slack. I can't be in two places at the same time, besides I think Emma has a crush on you too. When she finds out you're going to be over in the U.K. she'll be over the moon. In fact, I bet you that she wants to move in with you."

"Emma? You mean the beautiful girl who describes herself as a bisexual nymphomaniac slut who is also oversexed, and who we double-teamed two weeks ago while she kept yelling faster -- harder - more?"

"Yep, that one," I chortled about his quoting her lurid description of herself.

"Let's see how it plays out. Next time I see her I'll let her know I'm going to be an ex-pat in her home country."

The next time turned out to be three weeks later.

Emma sat stone-faced as Doug told her about his overseas assignment. She slowly turned to me, and then Carrie, and then Marjorie. We were all looking at her to see what her reaction would be. Gradually, she broke into a huge grin, but she got choked up. She said, "This isn't a prank of some sort is it? I mean the four of you aren't having it on at my expense are you?"

I shook my head, "Nope, this is real."

Emma launched herself into Doug's arms, "Oh, this is the most wonderful news I've had since my sister married your brother."

Doug tentatively said, "I've got to get a flat, I was thinking in South Kensington."

"Oh, that's so tony. Yes, that'd be nice."

Doug timidly said, "I was kind of hoping that ... well, maybe that you'd stay with me once in a while?"

Emma pulled away from him. "You don't want me around all the time?"

Doug said softly, "Actually, I do, but I figured you'd have to be with your parents ... or be doing princess business ... or other stuff."

"NO. If you'll have me, I'll live with you all the time."

"What will your father say about that?"

"Father -- smather. He doesn't get to say anything. I'm twenty-six and run my own life. I will have to coordinate with my security. If you think you have freaks and stalkers in this country, you should try England." Emma paused, looked at each of us, and added, "Is that OK? I mean, my moving in with you full time?"

Doug smiled. "You'll make me very happy if you do that -- very very happy."

So a month later, Doug started spending time in the U.K. He and Emma did get a flat in South Kensington or SW3 part of London. Doug's new office was in Mayfair, a short bus ride or a couple of tube stops away from home. Emma's bodyguards were able to let the downstairs flat in the same building, so they weren't too intrusive on the pair.

Marjorie had a trip to California to do some interviews for a special she was hosting for NBS. Over the time she'd be gone, Carrie and I flew to London, and spent a week with Doug and Emma. Of course, we also saw her parents and stayed two nights in the royal palace. I was suitably impressed, but could also see how that way of life could be oppressive.

Of course, the tabloids picked up the visit and sensationalized the visit of Carrie and me to Doug and Emma; one headline read 'Brothers and Sisters: What goes on behind closed doors?' 

Actually, a fair amount of fucking was going on behind closed doors; however, the media hyped up that Carrie and I were coaching my brother and her sister in the ways of a serious relationship, and that we were urging them to marry one another. Although we never discussed those things, the thought had more than just crossed my mind.

I was exceptionally pleased and flattered when the monarchs were quoted in response to a question about their opinion of a relationship between Doug and Emma. Her father said, "Well, if Doug Westerly is as capable, genuine, supportive, and loving as his brother is to my other daughter, I'd be hard put to recommend a better suitor to her."

He was asked if it bothered him that both his daughters were apparently in love with American men (as opposed to men from England). He responded, "We live in a small world. The large differences people used to see when distances were long have all but disappeared. We are neighbors with the world community. So long as they're happy, I am a happy man, and my wife is equally joyful."

I about dropped my eyeteeth at both comments. I'd been led to believe he would be staunchly against another daughter tying into a Yank.

I hoped her parent was sincere and not just politicking, because the way it was looking by the time Carrie and I flew home, was that Emma and Doug would be together for the rest of their lives. They might not wed, but they sure wouldn't be apart too much.

Carrie shifted into high gear at work, as the first two of her hour-long TV specials came together. They addressed climate change, presenting the cases various politicians used for and against, presenting the various attempts at legislation, examining the cost of failure to take action, and then chastising the governments in a dozen leading countries for their lack of action. The two back-to-back specials would be highly controversial, and poke a stick in the eyes of practically every politician in Washington, London, Paris, Beijing, Moscow, Berlin, Rome, and many other cities.

She arrived home one day and announced they were complete, and that they would be aired two and three weeks hence in prime time, plus she had her own byline on the series: Climate Change Crisis, or C-cubed as she called it. The show had been syndicated by NBS; plus BBC and BFM-TV in France had already subscribed, although their airings were slated for a month or more in the future.

Carrie was positively itchy for the two weeks leading up to the Wednesday evening airing of the first special; the second half would follow a week later. She was like an expectant mother feeling the first twinges of labor pains. A huge amount of advanced press had been created by WDC-TV and NBS about the specials. Some even had clips of Carrie interviewing some politician, Al Gore, environmental leader, or noteworthy scientist.

WDC-TV decided to host a viewing party that night at the station, so Marjorie, Jerry, Carrie, and I showed up and joined about forty others, many of whom had been involved in the filming, research, editing, and other production parts for the specials. Many had their spouses or significant others with them.

The station had put on a huge spread of food and ran an open bar for the event. We'd gotten a limousine, so we didn't have to worry about a DUI.

At eight o'clock, the lights in our party room dimmed and the huge screen lit up with a video of Carrie talking about the environment and climate change. As she talked other clips of melting glaciers, mammoth storms and tornadoes, and record droughts, floods, and snowstorms led into the meat of the broadcast.

Carrie blew me away. She was professional, pretty, knew her material flawlessly, conducted good interviews, and carefully led the viewers through the complex logic of her subject and her thesis that government inaction was creating major problems for future generations.

At the end of the hour, everyone in the room applauded everybody else who had worked on the series. A second part would view in the same timeslot a week later, but the case had already been made. The second part would be additional information, and the icing on the cake, so to speak.

Carrie was asked to say a few words. She stood, and thanked everyone, person by person, for his or her hard work and perseverance on the project. After that, the party broke up, and we took our limo home.

The next day, the various media views about the special started to appear. The newspapers started a page one article about the series and the princess, also backing her plea for government action instead of the bickering the two political parties were embroiled in that resulted in inaction.

The social media sites roared with approval, hitting the government even harder than Carrie had. Views from overseas were also appearing since the diligent online surfer could also have watched as we did.

The Washington politicians were strangely silent, a point that didn't surprise any of us since they'd appeared as ineffectual, and even dangerous the way they were behaving and not taking the long-range interest of the country to heart.

Carrie appeared on two daytime talk shows on Thursday. Jerry was escorting her around the premises and being a good bodyguard, since her profile could barely have been higher, plus she'd pissed off a lot of people in power.

Friday, the station was inundated with fan mail. Bags of it addressed to Carrie arrived, and ninety-nine percent of it praised her investigative reporting.

On Sunday, Carrie appeared on Meet the Media, a weekly upscale show where key broadcast and press personnel got interviewed about the hot issues of the time. Carrie's interview on the show took a half-hour, and she was spectacular: articulate, passionate about her cause, and thorough in her castigation of most legislators in most countries. She was able to give dozens of specific examples and cite the anticipated long-term effects -- a list that sounded like it came out of the Old Testament. 

If the North American public hadn't been worried before, they should have been all but panicked after the two broadcasts. Anyone living within fifty miles of a coastline or major river, and anyone who had property within thirty feet of mean sea level, was put on notice that they were in deep shit, although Carrie bit her tongue to avoid using that word.

The second week's broadcast built on the first, and kept the accolades and positive feedback coming. 

In another TV show that interviewed Carrie, the hostess asked her whether she might run for president.

After an incredulous look, Carrie said, "Ah, errr, no. You have to be a natural-born citizen and be thirty-five to be considered, and I am neither. I will become a citizen eventually; however, I do not have the breadth of experience to be successful at the job."

The hostess just blasted on with other inane questions. We had the VCR on most of the time recording her appearances, so we could keep up with the direction things were taking.

As Carrie got even more famous, Jerry added two more people to our security detail, a man and woman, who played the role of assistants to Carrie, but in fact were usually scouring the environ around her for trouble makers. A few threats appeared on the Internet, and they chased those down too. We had single-person coverage for 24/7, and occasionally double coverage when Carrie did some appearance in the general public.

Carrie still did some shopping and things, but she always had a shadow watching out for her. She told me one day, "At least now I feel some justification for the security detail other than having been born to a particular set of parents."

Jerry had taken to living at the house too, often along with one of the other special agents he'd engaged.

Carrie still liked to drive her Land Rover; however, Jerry insisted that she take a defensive driving course, consequently for three afternoons a week for two months, Carrie went off with him to driving school learning how to ram other cars, do 'J' turns at high speed, and other absolutely crazy maneuvers that would scare other drivers witless. Lest we invite trouble, we kept the news of her driving course private.





Princess Ch. 07



While I was messing with pursuer number one, the second car had hurled past me in the breakdown lane to take up the lead position behind Carrie.

Carrie did another maneuver cutting between two other cars that gave her a slight distance advantage on the pursuer. The police car hurled past us with full siren and lights; the other cars moved to give him an opening.

As the police car drew near the two cars, I could see Carrie slowing, even flashing her brake lights for effect. The other car rammed her once; however, Carrie kept control by assuring that the strike happened in the line of motion of the two cars instead of at an angle.

The police car took advantage of the lower speed. He careened into the back end of the pursuing car at a good rate of speed and at an angle. The dark sedan that had been the second car, started to spin, made a complete turn, and two-thirds of the way through the spin, flipped over twice and ended sliding several hundred feet on the roof of the car.

The police car followed him into the ditch where he stopped. Two officers emerged from their car with drawn weapons. One had a bullhorn. 

I stopped about a hundred yards from the scene, angling my headlights at the upside down car. We couldn't hear what the policeman said, but I could guess. Both cops had their weapons pointed at the car where the tires were still spinning.

A solitary figure crawled out of the car on the uphill passenger side of the car. He was obviously shaken, as he had trouble standing next to the car. He held one hand up, and the other hung somewhat lifeless beside his body. Then we saw him kneel and lie face down on the shoulder of the road. The officers advanced on the fugitive from different directions. 

Another police car rolled up, and two more officers raced to assist. The man was in handcuffs, and in the back of the first police car before a third and fourth car arrived.

Marjorie hung up with 911. I said, "Call Carrie."

Nearly a minute later, Carrie's voice came over the car speaker. "Are they gone?"

"There might be a third car according to Jerry. Watch out. Where are you?"

"I just turned onto the Interstate headed north. I don't think anybody's following me. I'm going on the slow side, and I'm shaking all over. Something fell off my car a while back, maybe my back bumper. I got rammed me pretty hard."

I inched up to near the police cars, and got out of the car. Marjorie also got out and stood in the headlights so they could see her. I walked towards the gathering of cops with my hands outstretched.

As I came up to the police, I said, "I've been observing this whole scene since it started. The woman in the Land Rover they were chasing is my wife. We were at a function together."

One cop grilled me quickly about who we were and why they called out the entire state militia to intervene in our chase. As soon as I mentioned Princess Caroline, he understood and his whole attitude changed for the better.

I offered him the opportunity to talk to her on the cellphone. He snapped up the phone, quickly asking where she was. Soon, he was on his police radio vectoring other police cars to intercept Carrie from any further trouble. Once the other police cars made contact with her, he passed the phone back to me.

I asked about the car with two men in it. He said, "We got 'em too. They're in custody."

I said, "I'd like to catch up to my wife. I gave him a business card; "Here's all my contact information."

He thanked me for stopping when I did, and then told me where I'd find Carrie and her protective cordon.

About five miles after I got on the Interstate, I found the Land Rover surrounded by three Maryland State Troopers. I'm sure the other cars passing thought the cops had nailed a dangerous criminal; the last thing someone thinks is that they might be offering protection to someone under attack. Carrie was still in the car, but chatting amicably with two of them through the driver's window. I pulled up, and as my presence was expected one of the troopers waved me over.

Carrie bolted from her car into my arms, and suddenly there was a flood of tears. She cried, "Oh, God, I was so scared. I did everything I'd been taught ... and ... and ... and ..." She couldn't finish the sentence because the faucets opened up and the wild sobbing began, and I tightly held her against me, feeling her tears soaking into my shirt. Marjorie came over and hugged her too, and soon the two of them went over to Land Rover and got in the back seat together so Carrie could be held in private. She was shaking all over, and I figured she might cry for an hour before she got the experience under control in her head.

One trooper told me the Virginia police had four men in custody. They were being charged with such a long list of felonies I doubted they'd make bail or be seen in public for a long time. Apparently, there had been a third car, but the man driving it had seen my side swipe of the car passing me, and then left the parkway at the exit near the accident.

I'd been in contact with Jerry. He was cursing his own stupidity regarding how he got taken out so easily. He told us he'd had puncture proof tires on his car for years, but when he got a new car he neglected to make the changeover. He found us about one o'clock, and stuck with us until we left the scene. 

Several detectives showed up at the scene, and they took statements from Carrie, Marjorie, and me. We got a police escort by one car all the way home. We also didn't get home until four a.m.

Carrie stood in the bedroom and stripped naked, got into bed, and declared that I had to hold her the rest of the night. I restrained myself from trying to do anything but hold her close and sooth her. Marge snuggled into Carrie's other side.





Princess Ch. 07



About a month before Carrie was due, Marjorie and I were lying in post-coital bliss in our bed. I had just finished telling her how much I loved her and wanted her in my life forever.

Marjorie said in a small voice, "I learned something today that I hope you'll be happy about."

My antenna went up. I knew this meant a very important announcement was about to grace my ears.

She went on, "I'm ... or rather ... we're pregnant too. I'm about seven weeks along."

I lavished more attention on Marge to her delight, and told her many words of love. This was great news. Carrie had been listening, knowing the announcement was imminent. The next I knew her naked body joined us.

Carrie cleaned my cock and lapped at Marjorie's pussy for a couple of moments.

She said, "Everything's going to be so different in a year."

Marge said, "But we're still going to be together, right?"

"Right."

"We certainly are."

"Well, here's to parenthood, and the adventures we're on," I pretended to toast as though I held a glass in my empty hand.

Marge got tears in her eyes and then so did Carrie. Marge said, "I'm so happy. I never knew it could be this good -- that life would be so wonderful."

Carrie and I nodded and agreed.

I said with a humorous tone in my voice, "And all because I left my car unlocked in the garage at the Washingtonian Hotel."