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Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 01

By: Browniepoints



Crucifix-Claudia and Brody's Story

Chapter 1. A Scheme to Tempt a Husband with an Innocent Flower...

Shannon Anderson wanted a divorce. But she knew Brody wouldn't hear of it. Those damned convictions of his. 'Marriage is a sacred vow, Shannon. You can't just walk away from it. We can work this out. It's just a bump in the road. Let's try counseling, for the kids.' 

She was tired of their marriage. But she wasn't stupid. When she signed that prenuptial agreement, it stipulated that should they divorce, their estate would be divided fifty-fifty, unless, of course, it could be proven that one of them had caused the divorce through 'indecent actions'. Ergo, an affair or any other lewd or lascivious actions that might have helped lead to the demise of their union. And Brody was so fucking honest, if a judge asked him about having an affair, he'd own up to it. And should that be the case, the estate would go eighty-twenty, her favor. 

So, she decided to put her hubby in such a tempting situation, one where he couldn't give in, unless he had a will of stone, she could almost taste the divorce decree. Brody sure as hell could be shamed into a divorce. He'd almost slipped a few times in the past, but never fallen. Not Brody, never. She giggled remembering all the time he wasted going to Confession. If her plan worked, he'd need to pay rent for that booth. And if he only knew what she'd been up to. Ha! 

***

Shannon looked at her watch as she waited for Father Elias to usher the third young lady from Holy Cross, into his office. She was starting to think her grand plan was going to bottom out. The first two girls were less than attractive. But when the door opened and the third prospective nanny stepped in, Shannon smiled. "Mrs. Anderson, this is Claudia Fitzpatrick. She'll be graduating on Friday, with honors, nonetheless. We here at Holy Cross hate to see her go."

Claudia, a trim, curvy five-six, with soft wavy waist length brown hair tucked behind her ears, looked delicious. And her eyes were a piercingly gorgeous blue green. She wore a modest blue skirt and a tight white polo shirt. Her smile was broad and genuine. And either dear Claudia was graced by God with spectacularly beautiful teeth or she had one fucking good orthodontist and a great teeth whitener. Best of all, she was every bit the innocent Catholic school girl. 

{Oh, yeah, I'll bet you hate to see her go, Father. Hot little body like hers. Jesus Christ, she makes me hot.} Shannon stood to greet the last candidate for the nanny job and noticed that she was getting a tad bit wet looking at the sweet girl. She shook Claudia's hand, "Nice to meet you, Claudia. I'm sorry but I'm really strapped for time today so let me cut straight to the chase. Now tell me, Claudia, do you know anything about being a nanny?" 

She stared intently at the young girl's full mouth and then down at her breasts as she spoke. She wasn't afraid to admit she liked any good piece of ass, and Claudia's was one of the finest she'd seen in a while. Shannon sat and felt the warmth and tingling between her legs start to grow. 

Claudia unconsciously played with her crucifix necklace, "Yes, ma'am. I was a day nanny for Father Thomas' sister last summer in Florida. That's where I'm from. Anyway they have six children. But I've never spent a summer here in Connecticut."

The attractive older priest chimed in as he stared at Claudia's hot body, "And Mrs. Anderson, the Grayson's were so upset when they heard that someone else might snatch Claudia up for the summer." He listened to the two talking and thought how sad he really would be to see her go. 

Nothing made him happier than to see Claudia and her friends when they walked or sometimes ran past his office window trying to get to class on time. And the one time she was sent to his office to discuss the moral ramifications of 'self-exploration' he had to explore himself after she left. Twice. Apparently, he followed the 'do as I say, not as I do' rule regarding that particular offense. {Oh, well, Karen Chambers is an Upper this year. And she's always in trouble.} 

Shannon smiled at his comment and could tell that Father Elias appreciated a good looking girl just as much as she did, "You know I seem to remember seeing you at church a few times." {And I remember how Brody stared at you. Jesus, she's going to drive him fucking nuts.} 

"Yes, ma'am. I remember seeing you and your family. You've got wonderful children."

"Thank you. Now, you do realize this is be a twenty four hour position. I work in Manhattan. I leave on Sunday's and usually come home on Thursday night. You'd be spending a lot of time with my husband and my children. You know, fixing meals for the kids and playing. But you wouldn't have to worry about Brody. He's pretty good in the kitchen. Oh, and you'd also have to take the kids swimming and to the park and whatnot. You do know how to swim, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm also a certified life guard and I love kids, if that helps you make your decision. And I don't have a problem with cooking. If your husband doesn't feel like fixing his own dinners or whatever, I'd be happy to." 

{I'll bet you would.} "How nice of you. I'm sure Brody would like that. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in drawing his silly comic books, he forgets to eat. Maybe you can put him on a regular schedule." Shannon smiled and felt an almost uncontrollable need to rock her hips in the seat, instead, she recrossed her legs and wiggled her foot as she squeezed her thighs together, a trick she'd learned a long time ago to masturbate in public.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sure as an artist that can happen." Claudia knew he was an artist. She'd talked to him last Fall at the Oktoberfest Fundraiser. She and her friend Susan were setting up the 'Senior Class Silent Auction' and Claudia picked up one of his drawings to look at it more closely. It was a sketch of a fairy trapped in a teardrop. Claudia's mind wandered back..........

....Claudia picked up the drawing and stared at it. Susan laughed, "Thinking of bidding on it?"

"What?"

"The fairy in the raindrop. You gonna bid on it?"

"No." she set it aside, "I spent my allowance on my dress and shoes for the formal and if I charge anything else, my dad'll kill me. He says, 'You're at Holy Cross for an education, not to go to the city to shop.' So, I'm broke for a while." Claudia pointed to the drawing, "Oh, and Susan, the fairy, she's not in a raindrop. It's a tear. See, that's the jaw line and that shadow up here," she pointed to the top of the drawing, "is the ridge of your eye socket." 

Brody Anderson, who'd been standing behind them watching his daughter, Nina, climb a portable rock wall, heard the girls talking. Impressed, he clapped and said, "Very good. Most people don't see it. And you know, I thought it was obvious. I'll have to try better next time." 

Claudia turned around quickly and saw him standing behind her. "Oh, uh, hi. You did this?" Her cheeks flushed. She recognized him from church. He was so handsome. 

"Yep, that would be me," he pointed to the signature in the corner, "Brody Anderson. Nice to meet you. And you are?" He extended his hand toward the attractive Holy Cross senior whom he had also noticed a few times at mass. 

"She's Claudia Fitzpatrick, Mr. Anderson." Susan took his strong hand, "And I'm Susan Wayne. We're seniors here at Holy Cross." 

Brody smiled at the short, cute Asian girl but continued to stare at Claudia, lost in her eyes. He made her nervous and he could tell. Brody chuckled, "Nice to meet you, Susan." He released her hand and took Claudia's, "And you, Claudia." {Goddamn, where were you when I was in school? Those 'socials' between St. Ignatius and Holy Cross would have been SO much better.} 

A little boy ran up to Brody, "Dad, come on. They've got this cool bouncy house. Come on." 

He smiled at them. "I've got to go. Nice to meet you, both of you. Make sure to enjoy your senior year, ladies. Nolan, stop pulling my coat." He walked away, but not before turning back to look at Claudia Fitzpatrick one last time. She was so pretty. He would love to draw her. 

Claudia could feel herself blushing as the memory faded..........

....Shannon saw the hint of a smile on Claudia's face when she told Claudia that she'd be spending a lot of time with Brody. {That's right. Oh, yeah, you're going to drive him up a fucking wall. A few weeks of her and he'll be so fucking frustrated. He'll cave, just wait.}

"I think you would do wonderfully. Don't you agree, Father?"

Father Elias smiled, "Yes, Mrs. Anderson. Claudia is a wonderful young lady." He looked at Claudia and saw her modestly grin and look away from the two of them.

"Now Claudia, Brody will go over the daily schedule with you. And I need to add, because he'll forget, under no circumstances are you to have any boys over."

Claudia's eyes grew wide. "Oh, yes, ma'am. I'm not dating anyone or anything. No, ma'am."

"No one? Cute little dear like yourself? How old are you?" Shannon, knowing what the answer would be, but wanting to watch her squirm asked, "You're not a lesbian are you, Claudia?"

Claudia's jaw dropped, "No, ma'am. No. And I'm, I'm eighteen. I'll be nineteen this summer."

{I didn't think so. Oh, and she's legal, too. Wouldn't want him to go to prison, that would fuck up the money.} "Wonderful. As a mother, I want my children to be around good role models."

"Oh, but I am a good role model. I'm still a..." Claudia stopped and looked at her hands.

{I knew it! A virgin, even better.} Shannon suddenly had an urge to push that sweet child into a closet and suck every bit of sweetness right out of her. She leaned and patted Claudia's bare knee, "I understand." She gave Claudia an understanding wink and watched her blush. 

"So, I take it, you want the position? When can I expect you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm flying home with my family on Saturday. But I can be back after June tenth."

"Oh, dear, is there anyway you can get back sooner, say the seventh?"

Claudia took a deep breath. She didn't want to miss spending time with her family, but she did want the job. Her dad would understand. She'd just give him his birthday present early. "Sure."

"Good. I'll have my husband pick you up at Meyer's station on the seventh at eight.". Alright?"

"Yes, ma'am. Meyer's Station, on the seventh at eight. And thank you so much for this opportunity, Mrs. Anderson. I won't let you down."

"Oh, no. Thank you Claudia. And I'm sure you won't."

Shannon sat at the stop light with the tiny vibrator she carried in her purse 'for emergencies' nestled between her drenched lips and resting against her clit. She thought of the delicious young girl she'd just hired to come into her home for the summer and licked her lips thinking about how wonderful she would taste, frustrated knowing that she wouldn't be able to have her.

The driver behind her honked his horn when the light turned green. Shaken back to reality, she looked in the rearview mirror. {No. She's Brody's temptation. And what a temptation she is.}

Shannon laughed. She loved getting off in the car. She'd crank the music up and people would look in, seeing her 'dancing'. And when she'd 'sing', little did they know that she was cumming like there was no tomorrow. Thank God, she'd never had an accident, what would the paramedics think? 

* * *

Shannon hugged her kids and reminded Brody to pick up Claudia, "Remember, it's the eighth at seven." She climbed aboard the train and smiled devilishly as the train pulled out of the station. 

Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 02



Chapter 2. Wet.

The phone rang at the Anderson house on the seventh around nine fifteen at the Anderson house. "Hey, quiet you guys. Nolan, bed, now!" Brody picked up the portable. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby." It was Shannon, "So did you pick up that girl, Claudia, yet?"

"What? No, I'm supposed to do that tomorrow. That's what you said, the eighth at seven, remember?"

Shannon did her best, 'oh my goodness, I've made a mistake' voice, "Oh, no. I must have gotten the dates backwards. She was supposed to be picked up tonight at eight."

"Jesus, Shannon, it's almost nine thirty. There's no one there. Didn't you give her our address or phone number?"

"No. Slipped my mind. I'm so sorry."

"Christ, Shannon, it's pouring outside. Let me get off the phone and I'll go get her. Bye." Brody Anderson hung up the phone and looked at Nina, his ten year old daughter and then at Nolan, his eight year old son. "I've got to go to the station."

Nina laughed, "Yeah, we heard."

"That poor kid has been sitting out in the rain for over an hour. Nolan, for the last time, go to bed and Nina check on Nicholas, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Nina watched her dad climb into the Escalade and take off down the road. "He's so pissed. Come on, runt. Let's see what's on HBO."

After the thirty minute drive, Brody pulled into the deserted station and jumped out of the car. Luckily the rain had finally stopped about five minutes prior to his arrival. There was a minimal amount of light and he didn't see anyone. It was terribly cold thanks to the rain and wind. Brody walked around to the back of the station and saw a suitcase and backpack next to what he assumed was a person curled up into a tiny ball. "Jesus. Claudia? Claudia Fitzpatrick?"

She lifted her head to see who had called her, "Yes?"

Even in the subtle light, Brody could tell that she had a beautiful face and striking eyes. {Do I know her?} "I'm so sorry. My wife told me the wrong date. Here, let me help you." He reached down to lend her his hand. Her fingers were icy cold. "Jesus Christ, you're freezing. No wonder, you're soaking wet." 

Claudia was so cold and numb she could barely talk. "Got, got caught in the rain."

He grabbed her bags and threw them in the car. "Come on." Brody picked her up and carried the drowned rat of a girl to the car. He looked down at the soaked FSU ball cap she was wearing and shook his head in anger. {Shit, Shannon. How stupid can you get? She's probably going to get fucking pneumonia now.}

Claudia closed her eyes and felt the warmth from his body. It was wonderful. He apologized over and over as he carried her. She just rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating as she shivered. 

"That's it." Brody slid behind the driver's seat, turned on the heat, and realized there was no way she was going to warm up in those clothes. "Hold on," he reached into the backseat and felt for his trench coat, "good, it's here. Put this on." He turned the key and started back home.

Claudia took the coat and started to wrap it around her.

"No. I'm sorry. I meant take off your wet clothes and put the coat on."

She looked at him, her eyes wide. {Oh God, is he some kind of pervert?}

Brody immediately recognized her. {Those eyes. Shit. She's the girl from church.} "I won't look, Claudia, I promise. But you're never going to get warm in those clothes." 

"Okay." Claudia, ever trusting and his voice so sincere, took off her ball cap and set it on the floor board. She pulled off her wet shoes and socks and set them next to her cap. The warm air from the heat felt so good against her cold feet. 

Next, she unbuttoned her light Capri pants and quickly looked to the side just to make sure he wasn't looking. Satisfied that he was focused on the road, Claudia worked to peel the wet material off. She had to lift her hips and wiggle to get them down. She could feel the warm air hit her legs as she slid the wet material off. 

Claudia glanced yet again to see that her new boss was not watching. As she pulled her arms through her wet T-shirt and quickly lifted it over her head. She was finally starting to feel warm. She took the coat that he'd laid across the console for her and went to put it on. Claudia slipped her arms into the sleeves then wrapped the body of warm material around her and snuggled into the best she could. 

As for Brody, though he'd promised he wouldn't look, he did, on accident, at first. He had a long habit of looking from the passenger side mirror to the center mirror and then to look back on the road. And, it so happened that as she was squirming out of her pants he saw her. 

She'd lifted up in the seat so that her back arched as she tugged at the material. And as most people do when they are intently focused on doing something physical, she gave tiny grunts and sighs. He chanced to see her lacy white panties. And he quickly looked away. One more glance in the mirror and he saw how her T-shirt clung to her chest and that her nipples were erect from the cold and they practically pierced the thin cotton material of both her shirt and bra. Brody bit his lip and forced himself to look forward once more.

Then, when she went to take off her shirt, he couldn't help himself. He had to sneak in a few peeks. He saw her pull the cold, wet, clingy material over her head. Her bra was nothing more than a thin swath of white lacy material, obviously the mate to her panties. And, her bra, which when wet, acted as any thin white material did, became see-thru. Brody bit his lip when he saw the outline of her dark pink areolas as well as her erect and subtly lighter pink nipples. 

He stared forward and bit his lip once more. "Done?" He asked when she put the coat on. Claudia smiled at him and nodded. Brody almost lost control of the car when he looked over and saw her small frame in his coat and how her necklace hung around her neck. Then when he saw those eyes and her killer smile. "Sorry, lots of water still on the road." 

That's when Brody realized how hard he'd gotten from watching her. {Christ, Anderson, you barely saw anything.} And it was getting so hot in the car, too, which didn't help him any. "Are you warm enough, yet?" When she nodded, yes, he quickly turned off the heat and tried to coax his cock to calm down. 

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. Summers aren't this cold in Florida. That's where I'm from and I'm kind of wishing I was there right now." She giggled and smiled at him.

{Jesus fucking Christ. She's got the face of an angel and the giggle to boot. Shit.}

When they got to the house and pulled into the garage, Brody watched her trying to put her shoes back on. "It's okay Claudia. We allow bare feet inside." He came to the passenger side and opened her door. Brody suddenly wished he'd not given her his coat because when she stepped out of the huge SUV, her tanned legs were the first thing he noticed. They were slender and well muscled, like a dancer's. And he got a quick peek at those lovely white panties once more. {Jesus, God Almighty. Hurry up child and get away from me, please.}

She got to the kitchen door and looked at him. "Mr. Anderson?" {He is so good looking. Wow.} 

And he was. Brody Anderson was thirty eight and six-one with a slim, muscular body. He had dark brown hair and striking green eyes. Any woman in her right mind would want him. Especially with his infectious laugh and smooth as silk voice. He wore clothes like a model and acted like a kid. But when he was drawing, he was so intense. To watch him at his finest was awe-inspiring as his long fingers gripped his pencils and pens to get the images out of his head and onto the page. 

Claudia opened the door, "Uh, Mr. Anderson. Are you coming?"

{Almost} Brody smiled and said, "I'll just get your bags." He took them and walked, with pained steps, inside the house. Luckily it was dark in the kitchen. "Your room is right over here." He led her to her small room and handed the bags to her. "I suppose you're pretty worn out, so I'll just say good night. Sleep well, Claudia." He smiled and then dashed away.

Claudia smiled and quickly said, "Thank you and goodnight, Mr. Anderson," as he walked away. She muttered to herself, "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." {Oh, well, suppose that granola bar will tide me over until tomorrow.} She sighed as she closed the door. "I think I'm going to love this summer!" She giddily went to bed. 

She thought of how warm his coat had been, how he carried her, and his strong heart beat. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Hiding under the covers, as though someone might see, she slid her fingers between the soft folds of skin in the one area of her body that she'd been told over and over to avoid and felt how hot and wet she was. 

Claudia smiled but then felt terribly guilty. She cried to herself and recalled Sister Margaret Mary's words when she and Susan were caught touching one another when they were sophomores. Susan ran away before the Sister could see who she was. But she clutched Claudia's arm and squeezed it so hard, she was bruised. "Claudia Fitzpatrick, that's not what good girls do. It isn't right. It isn't natural." 

And when she had to sit in front of Father Elias as he went on and on about 'sins of the flesh' she thought she was going to die. Those words and the shame she felt had haunted Claudia for two years and even though she was done with Holy Cross, it still had a mighty grip on her. She forced herself to resist the temptation and finally fell into a restless sleep.

As for Brody, he made it to the hall bathroom before he had to stop. He stepped inside, locked the door and unzipped his pants. With the pressure of the material gone, it wasn't quite so bad. But his cock was screaming at him to help it feel better. Brody took his hand and placed in on his swollen shaft. He stroked it gently at first. 

Then as the tension grew, he wrapped his hand around it and pumped up and down with great speed. He gritted his teeth and tried not to make any noise. This particular bathroom was close to her room. He didn't want Claudia to hear him so he gritted his teeth and held in all the moans he wanted to make. Finally, he felt the familiar tingle and leaned against the wall as he feverishly worked himself until the orgasm came. 

Brody gritted his teeth to keep quiet and felt his warm juices flowing across his hand and sighed in relief. He stood there leaning against the wall breathing deeply. After washing his hands, Brody looked into the mirror and said, "Goddamn, Brody, you've got to control yourself or this is going to be one bad summer." He sighed and went to bed.



Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 03



Chapter 3. Taking Care of Mr. Snoop.

Claudia fell into her new job with grace and ease. The kids loved her. Nina thought she was cool because she could do a double flip off the diving board. Nolan said she was awesome because she wasn't afraid of earthworms and Nicholas thought she was fabulous because she could make funny voices with his toys, something every four year old loves. One of those toys was Mr. Snoop, a ragged bunny he'd had since he was about one month old. 

Mr. Snoop, however, proved to be the bane of Claudia's existence sometimes. "Nicholas, I promise Mr. Snoop will be fine. I put him in on the delicate cycle. And I'll set him out in the sun to dry. Please stop crying." Nicholas had been bawling ever since Mr. Snoop fell into the mud pie he'd made and he was so distraught, Claudia thought he'd make himself throw up. 

Brody had been looking out of his studio window, watching Claudia as she lay on one of the deck chairs reading a book. God, he could sit and watch her for hours. {Damn, Brody, you've got to get fucking focused.} He stared down at the practically white storyboard that lay in front of him. 

When he saw Claudia put down her book and go to Nicholas, he knew something was amiss. And he shook his head as he watched Claudia carrying both Nicholas and Mr. Snoop in from the backyard. Even from his studio he could see Nicholas' red rimmed eyes. {Shit, what's wrong with him now?} 

Brody stood with a slight bit of difficulty and laughed as he made his way into the main house. He chided himself, "Damn, Brode...you've seriously got to take a breather. God, maybe a cold shower! You're going to break yourself." 

His brief moment of joviality as he thought about, or rather tried to stop thinking about, the bulge between his legs came to a quick end as Nicholas' cries pierced the air. He followed the wailing to the laundry room. "What's the problem, big guy?" 

Claudia, who was still holding Nicholas or more accurately, he was holding on to her, nearly jumped out of her skin when Brody came up behind them. "Oh, God, Mr. Anderson. You scared me." She caught her breath and pointed to the washing machine, "Mr. Snoop went swimming, face first, in the mud." She set Nicholas on the dryer and rubbed her neck where he'd held her with a death grip. 

Ever the calm soul, Brody quietly told Nicholas, "It's okay, see, Claudia's fixing him. He'll be fine in about twenty minutes." Nicholas didn't care. "I want Mr. Snoop better NOW!" 

The little boy kicked his legs and nailed Claudia in the ribs so hard she fell back into Brody and together they both fell to the floor. "Oopsee doopsee." Nicholas put his hand over his mouth and his eyes grew wide.

While Brody had often imagined lying prone with his sweet nanny, their current situation wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Especially since it was apparent that Claudia was in pain. He slid out from under her and rolled over to check on her. 

Brody stared into her beautiful eyes with concern as he placed his hand on her flat, tanned stomach, never intending to 'feel' her, but that was practically impossible. {God, her skin is so smooth.} "Are you alright?" 

"I think so." Even above the sharp pain that radiated from her lower ribs, Claudia was overtly aware of Brody's hot touch. {Don't do or say anything stupid, Claude.} She tried to laugh it off, "I mean don't think my ribs are broken if that's what you're asking. Just got the wind knocked out of me." She glanced up at Nicholas, who looked very concerned, "It's okay Nick, I'm alright." 

Brody cleared his throat. "Good. That's good." He wanted to stay there, even if it was only to look into her eyes. But he knew that was wrong. 

So he stood up and looked at his son, "That was not very nice, young man. You could have really hurt Claudia. And then what would we do? I don't make grilled cheese sandwiches nearly as good as she does." He tweaked his son's nose and glanced down at her and saw that she'd gotten to her knees. 

Brody looked down at Claudia and suddenly wished his son wasn't there. She looked so delicious in her bikini top and those peach colored shorts as she stood there on her knees. {Just the right height.} He shook the thought from his head. Yes, it had gotten quite difficult for Brody to be around Claudia Marshall in the past few days. 

Maybe it was because Shannon wouldn't return any of his affection when he was home. Maybe it was from holding Claudia in his arms to comfort her after two boys had pulled her into the woods almost three weeks ago. The thought of which still made him sick..........

...Claudia was making her way down to the dock with the brownies she'd baked but forgotten to bring down. "Stupid, stupid! I hate this hill!" Her legs hurt from going up and down the long path. This was her third trip and they'd not even had lunch yet.

Brody was sitting on the dock watching the boys swim when two guys rode their jet skis up on the shore close to the woods. {What the hell? Don't they know this is private property?} He'd seen them going back and forth on for about an hour and had sort of put them in the back of his mind.

For a moment, he considered yelling at them as they walked up the embankment. {Let it go, Brode...probably just some closet gays heading to the woods for some fun. It's summer...let 'em have their fun.} Besides, Nicholas and Nolan were demanding his time so he had to turn back around. 

As for Claudia, she had seen them and intentionally started to walk faster down the long, lonely path from the house to the dock. {Faster, Claudia, faster.} If she could just get closer to the shore, Brody would be able to see her. 

But Claudia knew that his view was hampered by the boat house and those guys were getting closer. Before she realized it, they'd corralled her at the edge of the woods. She calmly panicked, if there is such a way to do so, and looked for a way out of the situation. 

Those boys, probably in college, had been taunting her for the past week, asking her to come for a swim or have a beer. They had made her very nervous. As she stood there carrying the plate of brownies, she suddenly wished she'd told Mr. Anderson just how much they concerned her when Nina mentioned them last week.

"Hey, sweet thing. What you got there?" Asked the taller of the two, but only by about two inches. Claudia didn't say a word, she just kept walking, trying to get closer to the shore and farther from edge the thick woods. He grabbed her arm and stopped her. "I asked you a question. What you got there?"

Claudia looked and saw that the other boy, the one with blond hair, was standing behind her now. She pulled her arm away from the taller one and kept going. She suddenly regretted being such a timid person. 

If she'd just scream at them, maybe they'd leave her alone. Maybe Brody would hear her and come. Maybe. But she just stood here. 

"My name is Kirk," the tall one said with a smile, "and that's my friend, Jeremy." He could see she was terrified and it just turned him on more. 

Claudia stood there, silently. 

"Hey, now, we just want to talk for a minute, sweet thing. Is that alright?" Claudia was so nervous, her tongue felt numb. "Those brownies you got there?"

She nodded. {Run you moron, get away from them. Scream.} Her mind was begging her to flee, but her feet weren't getting the message. 

Jeremy touched her butt and she jumped. "You go to Holy Cross?" He stuck his hand up her sweatshirt and undid her lower bikini top tie. 

She tried to keep it together, "Yes, how'd you know?" Her voice not much louder than a child's. "Your sweatshirt, genius." Jeremy smiled at Kirk, "We love those Holy Cross girls, don't we, Kirk?"

Kirk pulled the plastic wrap from the plate she was carrying and took out one of the brownies, "Yes, we do, Jeremy." He took a bite. "Tasty. You bake these?" 

The two boys got closer to Claudia and she froze. She could feel Jeremy's breath on her neck. She was so scared she didn't know what to do. "What's your name?" 

Claudia didn't answer. Kirk grabbed her arm and she dropped the plate of brownies. "I said, what's your name?"

"Cl..Claudia. Let me go or..."

"Or what? You gonna scream? If you were going to, you already would have Claudia." He stroked her cheek with his hand then pushed her into Jeremy. She could feel his swollen cock on her leg and tried to squirm her way loose. 

"Oh, Jer, she's a wiggly one. This is going to be fun." The boys laughed. Jeremy grabbed her arms and pulled her into the woods. 

{Oh, God, they're going to rape me. No, no. This isn't happening to me. God, help me. Please.} Claudia was well within the woods before the realization of what was actually happening finally struck her and it was as though a lightning bolt surged through her. 

She found her voice, hidden behind years of 'being a good, quiet girl' and started screaming. She kicked and thrashed trying to get away from them. Kirk slapped her square across the face to shut her up. But it didn't work. Terror had set in and there was no way Claudia was going to stop screaming. They'd have to kill her first.

Everything moved in slow motion around her. "Fucking shut up, you bitch!" Jeremy shook her as he spoke. Then he crammed a cloth in her mouth. 

It tasted like dirt, no mud...lake floor mud. She thought she would throw up. And she never felt the thick plastic stay being cinched around her wrists. 

{God, no, no, no.} Claudia started to pray...what else could she do? Terror, it seems, is often the catalyst for undying faith. 

Brody sat on the dock and looked at his watch. Claudia had been gone quite a while. "Boys, come on, out of the water. Let's go find Claudia. I'll bet she's up at the house eating those brownies, what do you think?" 

The two boys reluctantly got out of water and grabbed their towels. As they walked up the dock Brody saw the two jet skis but saw neither head nor tail of the two guys who were on them. 

His sons were singing 'row, row, row your boat' so loudly it was hurting Brody's ears. But above their loudness, Nolan's being the louder of the two youngest Andersons, Brody heard something. "Hush, boys." 

They didn't and he thought he heard it again, "Damn it, Nolan I said quiet." The boys stopped singing. 

He heard a scream. "Jesus, Claudia." Brody took off running toward the sound of her desperate cries. His mind raced trying to figure out what could be wrong with her. 

Then he heard her scream out 'NO!' and his mind recalled the two boys on the jet skis. "Christ, Claudia." 

He ran into the woods towards her voice which had stopped calling out. He frantically called to her, "Claudia, where are you? Claudia?" There was no reply. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" 

Jeremy and Kirk looked at each other when they heard the new voice and threw Claudia down on the ground. They took off running through the woods. 

When Brody found her just moments later, she was lying on the ground with her hands bound and a filthy bandana in her mouth. She was crying and covered in the dirt of the forest floor. They'd cut her sweatshirt open and thrown her bikini top aside. Claudia didn't see Brody, so when she felt him grab her shoulder, she freaked out and tried to get away from him. 

"Claudia, stop. Stop. It's me, Brody. It's Mr. Anderson. Claudia, please calm down." He let go of her and waited for her to settle. "Claudia, it's me. You're okay. Everything's alright now. You're okay. They're gone." 

She looked up into his eyes and his heart fell. Those beautiful eyes of hers were filled with such fear. He pulled the cloth from her mouth and she started coughing. But he could not get the plastic binding off her hands. "I'm sorry, I can't get this off. I have to cut it off." 

Brody saw her bikini top lying to the side and then he saw that her sweatshirt had been either ripped or cut, he couldn't really tell. Knowing that Claudia would be mortified when she realized how she must look, he took off his own T-shirt and wrapped it around her as best as he could. 

Brody was happy she was safe he, himself, started to tremble. Then he realized just how very angry he was. It was a rage unlike he'd ever felt. He wanted to find those guys and kill them. But his concern for Claudia was greater. So Brody rocked her in his arms until she felt safe and secure enough to get up. 

When she finally spoke, her voice was barely louder than a whisper because she'd screamed so loudly. "I'm okay now. Can we please go home?" 

She and Brody emerged from the woods to find Nolan and Nicholas sitting on the path. "Come on boys we're going in." Nolan started to protest but Brody looked at him, "Nolan, move it!" 

Nina was on the phone when they walked in and she looked at her father and Claudia. "Zoe, I'll call you back." She hung up the phone before she'd actually stopped talking to her friend, "Oh, my God, Dad, what happened?"

"Nina, take your brothers to the basement and let them play video games, okay?" She stared at Claudia, "Nina, now." 

Claudia clutched the T-shirt to her chest for dear life as Brody went to find something with which he could cut her loose from the binding. The kitchen sheers, designed to cut through bone, did the trick. Once she was freed she laid her head on the table and cried for twenty minutes. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson." Her voice was much stronger but still quite shaky. 

Claudia, still somewhat dazed, went to her room, took a shower, and went to bed. She didn't wake up until late the next morning.

Brody, however, could barely contain himself. He didn't tell his sons what had happened to Claudia other than she was lost in the woods. And as for Nina, she knew. 

When his attractive ten year old, who looked more like she was fifteen, came into the kitchen she quietly asked, "Is Claudia alright, Dad?"

He ran his hands through his hair and stared at the floor, "Yes, Nina. She's fine." He looked into his daughter's eyes. {God, what if it had been her.} Every father's nightmare played out in his head. "Nina..."

"I know, Dad. I know." She kissed her father on the head and grabbed the chips and dip. "Don't worry so much, please."

{Don't worry so much...right. Goddamn. What I didn't hear her? What if I was too late?} That night when he went to bed all he could think about was how scared he'd been when he heard Claudia screaming for help. And how terrified he was when the screaming stopped. 

He dreamed of Claudia that night, of how he had held her, how he'd saved her. He was so angry. If Brody had just demanded that those boys leave his property. If he ever found them, he'd kill them, he was sure of it. No one had the right to hurt Claudia, no one. 

Slowly, the weight of the day took it's toll on him and Brody fell asleep. He found himself dreaming of her. Kissing her and running his hands through her long, silky hair. He dreamed of caressing those breasts that fit so well into her bathing suit. Of feeling her legs wrapped around his. 

He could practically taste her. Brody could hear her laughter. And her eyes, good God, those eyes. It was such a good dream. He woke up and realized just how good a dream it had been when he felt wet cum around his still hard penis. He laughed, rolled over and tried relive the dream.

As for 'Kirk' and 'Jeremy', they were never caught. The sheriff even said it'd be almost impossible to find them, what with all the college kids who drifted in and out of the beautiful lake region. And that pissed Brody off..........

...But as he stood there in that warm laundry room, with Claudia on her knees just a couple of feet from him, just the right height to give him a much desired and often dreamed of blow job, he knew how wrong it was to be thinking such things. God, she was half his age and he had even heard her tell Nina the other night that she was still a virgin and not to believe all the things she saw in those teen movies. 

He looked at her lips, wishing they were around his quickly hardening cock. {Good thing this is a long shirt. Shit! You've got to get away from her. Now.} With less than a nod, he smiled at her then at Nicholas and left the laundry room.

Tonight would be another lonely night. Another night filled with dreams of a sweetness so off limits, it was killing him. Claudia was a good girl. A sweet girl. A soft, delicate and very sexy good girl. Maybe that's what really drove him crazy.



Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 04



Chapter 4. 'GO ON BRODY, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO'

Brody sat on the couch with Claudia watching the horror flick "Nightmare on Elm Street" with Nina and her little friends. The six ten year olds screamed and jumped and hid their eyes at all the right times. And Claudia jumped every now and again, too.

But Brody wasn't watching the movie. He was too busy watching Claudia. He couldn't help it. She was just so fucking beautiful. And with everything that had happened between Shannon and him, he was about to come unglued. Was he as bad a lover as Shannon said? He could still hear Shannon's words ringing in his ears as he stood there in the TV room just a few days earlier, 'Why am I with Frank? You really want to know, Brody? Because you're boring in bed. Christ, it's like we're in some sex rerun. Take off clothes, fondle, fuck. Yeah, yeah, I know the other night was pretty hot, even if you don't want to admit it, but like you said, 'it'll never happen again'. God, Brody, you're no fun. Frank is. We do things that would make your hair stand on end. Frank makes me feel alive.' Yes, Shannon was going to leave him for Frank, her coworker and, apparently, lover, because Frank was into pain and bondage, something Brody could never do. Making love, in his mind, should never be associated with pain. Okay, maybe a few little smacks here or there or a stern word and possibly even a tiny bit of force, but that was all in jest. But Shannon wanted pain. She wanted to be bound and gagged and whipped and God only knows what else. For her, 'the act' and his size wasn't the issue, (no, Brody was not lacking in that department) but power, dominance, and submission were. 

Shannon was so mad when Brody found the pictures of her with Frank. And her plan to get Brody to fuck the nanny seemed to have backfired. Just one look on that sweet little bitch's face told her that she was still as pure as the fucking driven snow. 

But Shannon sure as hell was going to fight that prenup. And she expected to win, too. As they argued that Saturday night, Shannon told him not to expect her back on Thursday. She'd already called an attorney and was having papers drawn up. They mutually agreed not to tell the kids until it was official. 

And when the fight was over, when Shannon had walked away, Brody realized Claudia had heard the whole thing from the kitchen where she was busy cleaning up after dinner. She had heard how Shannon had berated him and he was crushed. Would Claudia think any less of him if his own wife said he was a bad lover? 

When there was a lull in the film, Claudia would glance over at Brody and saw him staring intently in her direction. {It's your imagination. He's not looking at you, Claude. Damn. He's not looking at me.}. Brody was lost in his own world and had been since last Sunday and Claudia was so mad at Shannon for belittling Brody. 

There was no need in it. He was a good man, a great father, and a magnificent artist. Claudia decided if she was ever in a marriage that got as bad as the Anderson's had, she would either get counseling or get out of it sooner. Even though it went against everything she believed in. 

Claudia went to the kitchen to get a fresh pitcher of Kool-Aid. When she returned and saw Brody looking so sad, she wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be alright. God, she had such a crush on him. Especially since he'd saved her from Kirk and Jeremy. 

{Ha. Nineteen with a crush. Okay, nineteen for two weeks, but still nineteen.} She tried to remember her last big crush. {Father Christopher. Such a cutie.} She stood by him carrying the red punch, "Mr. Anderson, are you alright?" He ran his hand through his dark hair and nodded just slightly. "Okay, just checking." But she knew he wasn't.

Claudia led the group of pre-teens downstairs to their sleeping bags. Luckily, Nolan and Nicholas were at their grandmother's so Claudia didn't have to worry about them tonight. Once she was back upstairs and in the family room, Claudia joined Brody in picking up the remnants of the horror movie mess. She shook her head, "For the love of Pete." 

Brody jokingly asked, "Pete? Who is that guy anyway and why do we need his love? Is his love a special love? Why can't it be 'for the love of tuna' Honestly." Brody was always saying silly things like that and Claudia usually just shook her head as if to say 'corny, very corny'.

Instead she joked, "Well, I suppose Pete just might bend with the wind so maybe he gets love from everyone." She carried the Kool-Aid back to the kitchen and heard Brody laughing. A broad smile crossed Claudia's face. {That's better.}

What she said wasn't really all that funny, but the fact that she mentioned anything to do with sex was. Brody knew full and well that that Claudia went out of her way to avoid making any comment that could seem sexual. He also knew that she tried not to be seen as a sexual object. Especially since those guys came after her. As he walked he laughed inwardly thinking about the time Claudia became so flustered when she walked through the family room as he and Shannon were watching the movie 9 ½ weeks.......... 

..."Okay Nicholas, I'll get Mr. Snoop." Claudia laughed at the little boy and started toward the family room. The Andersons were watching a movie and she didn't want to disturb them, but she knew Nicholas wouldn't go to sleep without Mr. Snoop. She quietly tip-toed into the room and looked around. Brody saw her and asked, "Do you need something Claudia?"

"Yes, uh...," she glanced at the TV and was openly shocked at what she saw. It was the infamous 'ice cube and raid the refrigerator scene'. Claudia turned and looked at her boss. 

Brody could see the look of embarrassment on her face. "I'm, uh, looking for Mr. Snoop." Brody tried not to smile as he reached beneath the pillow beside him and pulled out the tattered bunny. "Here he is." He held up Mr. Snoop and then set him down on the cushion, knowing Claudia would come get him. Brody watched her as she made her way across the dark room. He smiled knowing she was trying to not look at the movie but her curiosity got the better of her. 

When she got close enough to take Mr. Snoop, she innocently leaned over the couch, affording Brody a quick glance at her breathtaking breasts. Even in the dark room, illuminated only by the light from the TV, he could tell she was blushing. She absent mindedly grabbed Mr. Snoop as she looked at the TV and was so shocked at what she was seeing, stumbled a bit. 

Claudia put her hand out to steady herself and it landed on the middle of Brody's thigh. He jumped back into his seat a little but didn't make a big deal about it, especially with Shannon right beside him. Shannon, on the other hand, laughed and jokingly said, "Careful there, Sweetie. Wouldn't want to hurt the squirt." 

Brody looked at his wife and rolled his eyes. Shannon could be so crass sometimes. Claudia looked confused at first but then realized what Mrs. Anderson was saying. She quickly jumped up with Mr. Snoop in her hand and dashed out of the room. "Nice Shannon, really nice. She stumbled, that's all. Why do you always have to say things like that? Jesus, she's just a kid." 

Shannon smiled, "Come on baby, you can't tell me you didn't want her to move her hand a little closer. She is cute, after all. It's only natural and she's legal." 

Shannon slid her hand across Brody's crotch and felt his hot bulge, "You know, I made her an appointment at the spa for her birthday. I'm going to call them and make sure they give her the works. Sweet little thing like her needs to be pampered, don't you think? I mean, she's been through so much recently. Yes, I think she could do with a little pampering." 

Shannon rubbed him and smiled. "Don't you agree, Brody?" She unzipped his pants, "Claudia makes you hot doesn't she?" He felt Shannon's cool fingers on his hot swollen cock. "You can't tell me this is all from watching that movie." She laughed, "Poor Brody, sweet little Claudia is a 'no touchy, touchy'. But you want to touch her, don't you?"

"Stop it Shannon." Brody said angrily. 

His wicked wife pulled out his now throbbing cock and pumped it slowly as she spoke, "A little frustration does you well, doesn't it? I'll bet it's driving you insane knowing she's going to bed right now. Doesn't it? Maybe she sleeps naked beneath those sheets. Maybe she's wet right now thinking about you." Shannon undid her robe, revealing her large, beautiful breasts. "I'll bet you want to go in there and suck on her tits don't you?" Shannon rubbed her nipples and they became hard.

"Stop it, Shannon. What if the kids walk in?"

"They're asleep. But maybe she'll come back in." Shannon grabbed his hand and put it between her wet pussy lips and started rubbing them back and forth. "Do you think she'd like to see you fucking me?"

But he pushed her back, "I said, stop it. I'm not joking." He was getting so mad. But what he didn't know is that his anger is exactly what Shannon wanted. She wanted him to push her again, slap her, make her sorry for what she said. The thought of it got her so hot, she could feel her clit pulsing. 

She got up and walked in front of him, completely naked. "Christ, Shannon, what the hell is wrong with you?" She straddled him and rubbed her wet pussy across his hard shaft. Yes, Brody was furious, but she was right. He was so frustrated, too. How could she do this? Shannon put his hand back on her clit and rubbed it up and down. 

Brody's mind stopped working and his other head started to lead the show. He grabbed her clit and squeezed. Shannon moaned. {That's it Brody, hurt me. I'm being so bad. Make me suffer.} "Is this what you want, Shannon?" He leaned forward and bit at her nipple as he assaulted her wet pulsating pussy with his hand.

But it wasn't enough, Shannon wanted her husband to get really mad. Mad enough to want to punish her. She needed it. Shannon felt him rub her harder and knew he was raging inside at her, but she wanted that rage to come out. 

She grinned through his heavenly assault of her pussy and whispered, "I know, why don't I go get her? I'll bet that little virgin cunt would love a bit of you and me. Especially you...since you saved her precious virtue from those little boys. Brody, I'll go get her right now so you can give her your dick." 

Brody kicked the coffee table away and pushed Shannon to the floor. Shannon grabbed his pants and yanked them down. "I'm sorry, baby, did you want to get her? Go on Brody, you know you want to. I don't care. Let her come here and you can teach her how to lick me."

He was so pissed at Shannon, but he also was so aroused. Brody wanted her to shut up. To just stop talking. He pushed her down and sat on her chest. "Shut up, you bitch!" He whispered angrily. Shannon opened her mouth and licked her lips. Brody shoved his cock deep in her mouth and she started to moan, "I told you to shut up, Shannon." 

She loved it. {There you go, Brody. Make me squirm.} Shannon started to suck on him. Hard. Almost violently so and even though Brody didn't want to admit it, he loved it. He pumped her hard, he was so desperate to feel Claudia. Just the thought of her filled his soul and he could himself getting ready to cum. 

Brody was going to do it down her throat and he didn't care if she liked it or not. He pinched her nipples so hard, she tried to scream, but couldn't, "Listen you cock sucking bitch, when I cum, you'd better swallow every drop."

She slid her hand between her wet lips and furiously started to rub her clit. {Oh, God, Brody, keep it up.} She felt her orgasm coming and she knew he was about to explode. And there was no way in hell she was going to swallow his juice. He always had too much and she just couldn't swallow that fast. 

Brody was so mad at Shannon. Claudia was a good kid. She was a sweet girl. She was a virgin. And she was fucking so hot. Shannon was so right. He wanted Claudia but knew he couldn't have her. {Why is this happening to me? Why?} He sat their with his dick deep in Shannon's mouth and wished it was Claudia sucking him. 

But it wasn't, she was probably sound asleep by now, wearing one of her tight T-shirts or maybe she was naked. That body. So soft. Skin so tight. He tried to imagine what it'd be like to fuck her. Brody was so mad, so tense, so desperately desiring her. {It isn't fair! Dear God, this some kind of fucking test?}

That's when it dawned on him, Shannon picked Claudia knowing he would be beside himself with an unquenchable desire all summer. She wanted to torment him with the knowledge that he couldn't have the sweet young thing she'd brought into their home. Yes, this was all Shannon's fault. Brody fucked her annoying mouth until he felt his balls tighten and then he started to flow. He rammed the back of her throat, almost causing her to throw up. His cum poured into her mouth. 

Shannon wanted to scream as she started to cum. Her body writhed beneath him and she tried to scream out, but there was no way. And even though she was trying to swallow, lest she be choked to death, she couldn't keep up with it. His juices flowed out of her mouth and spilled down onto the floor. 

When he was done and stood up to walk away, Shannon stood behind him wiping the sticky liquid from her mouth and ignored that which had slid down her chest. She still wanted more. "Ahh, looky here Brody, you've left just enough of you, on me for her to lap up." Shannon walked past him and toward Claudia's room. 

If Brody didn't stop her, she was going to have to go in there and do it to just to show him she meant business. Not that she wouldn't have loved to lick out the cobwebs that had settled themselves in Claudia's hot little cunt. In fact, as she thought about it, she started to get wet once again.

Brody grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him. He spoke through clenched teeth, "Don't you go anywhere near her, do you hear me? If you do, Shannon, I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you."

"Are you sure you should be telling your wife not to get between you and your little dream girl? I'm liable to get mad at you." Knowing she had to get him mad again to get what she wanted, Shannon pushed him away from her and laughed, "Maybe she'll be impressed with that beautiful cock of yours. As for me, it's lost some of its appeal." She laughed at him and went to their bedroom.

It was then that he realized he was standing in front of Claudia's door with nothing but his shirt on. {Goddamn, she is such a fucking bitch.} At that one instant, Brody was filled with such raging anger he thought he just might kill her. But instead, he decided he was going to do what she wanted. Hurt her. 

Brody went to their bedroom and looked at Shannon. She laughed as she slipped under the covers as though nothing had happened. He grabbed the sheets and jerked her out of the bed. "Do you think this is funny? Tell me? Did you do this so you can get a divorce by saying I cheated on you? You're fucking crazy."

Shannon smiled and kissed him, "Oh, Baby , don't be so sensitive. Both you and I know we...this marriage isn't working anymore. If you must know, yes, I brought her here so you'd have someone more like...yourself around. You know...she's so fucking kind and Goddamn religious, fucking moral. Goddamn, Brody, that tight little piece of ass I hired for you is so damn hot, I wanted to fuck her when I saw her." 

That was all Brody could take from her. He slapped Shannon so hard she spun around. She looked totally shocked. He grabbed her naked body and pushed her up against the wall. "I thought you said this is what turns you on? Huh?" He slid his hand inside her dripping pussy. "Is that it do you want me to hurt you? Fine."

Shannon's heart raced. {Finally. Yes.} With one swift motion Brody pushed three fingers deep inside her and rubbed her clit violently. He felt her squirming and pinned her to the wall with his free hand and planted his legs beside hers so she couldn't get away. "You'd better fucking enjoy this, because I'll never do it again."

Oh, yes, she was enjoying it. But, she had to keep him going. So, Shannon stared at him and laughed, "What? You'll never finger fuck me again? Ooohh, I'm shaking in my boots cowboy. I can do that myself, you know." 

"Yes, but you can't do this." He pulled her off the wall, pushed her down to the floor and put his foot on her back to keep her there. She turned her head and saw him using her juices to lather his twitching cock. "Get up and be the bitch you are." She started to stand. "No." 

He pushed her back down. "Be the bitch that you are."

{Yes, yes} Shannon was so hot, she thought her skin would ignite. She fell to the floor and got up on all fours. Brody stood behind her and saw that she was literally dripping in anticipation. He took more of the juice and rubbed it all around and into her tight ass, pushing his finger in over and over to relax the tight muscles. 

Brody knew she'd been having an affair. And he knew that whoever it was, had probably fucked her like this so many times, she'd probably lost count. He wanted to see what it was she got out of it. Brody put more of her juice on him, not so much for her comfort, but more for his. He spread her cheeks apart and pressed his head against the tight opening. 

When he finally got his swollen head in, he felt every muscle in her ass tighten. It felt surprisingly good. He pushed in further and heard her yelp and plead, "Please go slowly." And from on the tone of her voice, he knew she was serious. 

He smiled as he put his hands on her shoulders and said, "No." With that he rammed his cock inside her ass as far as it could possibly go and as fast as he could. Shannon thought she was going to die. It hurt so badly she started to cry, which in turn made Brody feel amazingly good. {That'll show you, bitch.}

It disgusted him, but he had to admit, it did feel good. The tightness of her around him made him want to pump her so forcefully he hurt just thinking about it. He started to pull out and then slammed back into her. "Do you like this Shannon?" He heard her gasp when plunged back into her.

"What's that? I sorry, I didn't hear you, sweetheart." He pulled out and rammed her again. She was whimpering. "Honestly Shannon, you'll have to speak up." He rammed her two more times. "I said, do you like this?" Did she like it? Fuck yes. Okay, at first it hurt. She'd forgotten just how big Brody was. 

But once he started sliding back and forth Shannon wanted to scream in pure delight. She loved being forced to do things, say things. Shannon turned her head and quietly said, "Yes." She saw the anger in his face and felt it inside her ass. "Oh, and Brody, I'll bet little miss dream date will too."

"Shut up!" Brody was tired of Shannon's asinine 'let's make Brody pissed' game. She knew he'd never try anything with Claudia, no matter how badly he wanted to and her harassing him about it made him furious. He slammed into Shannon over and over. 

He started to feel an intense orgasm coming on. {You want pain, here's your pain.} Brody grabbed hold of her hips and bore his fingers into her flesh. Then he pounded her so hard he knew she wouldn't be able to sit for a few days. 'It' was coming and coming fast. Brody braced himself for his release. 

Shannon felt it, too. God it was wonderful. Secretly she'd wanted Brody to do this for so long. In truth, Shannon didn't really want someone else to give her what she so desperately needed. But if not Brody, it had to be someone, or else she was going to go crazy. And God, Brody's thickness inside her ass was heavenly. 

She felt his strong fingers in her flesh and knew there would be some bruises. He didn't say a word, didn't even moan or anything. He just slammed in to her. Shannon tried not to come before him, she wanted it to be a joint affair. 




Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 04



But she couldn't contain it. She started to buck up against him wildly. Shannon wasn't sure but she thought she heard him laughing at her. Brody couldn't control it any longer. He rammed her and pumped his thick milky cream deep inside her. 

When he was done, he didn't say a word. He just pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom. He was so angry with himself for having liked it. He turned on the shower and tried to wash away the last twenty five minutes of his life. Shannon fell to the floor, exhausted and feeling satisfied. But as she heard the water from the shower, she cried knowing that Brody would never do that again. Because Brody was a man of his word and she'd never known him to go back on what he said. 

Shannon knew it was over for them. He'd go back to his gentle nature and she'd remain trapped in her sad half-orgasm world if she didn't leave him. A world where he would fuck her and when he was done, she'd have to go fuck herself. Brody stepped out of the shower and climbed into bed. Shannon wasn't there. It was so quiet in house now. She must have gone to turn off the movie and he hoped to clean up the floor, too. 

He heard the shower start in the guest bedroom. When it turned off he half expected Shannon to come back to their bed, but she didn't. He looked at the clock. Two thirty. Brody tried to fall sleep, but that peaceful haven evaded him. 

Instead his thoughts drifted to Claudia. Sweet Claudia. He ached for her knowing he would never be able to taste her sweet lips or caress her soft body. And though he'd had two massive orgasms earlier in the night, he felt himself growing hard.

Images of her came to his mind. By the pool in those tiny shorts, spinning Nolan around and around playing the 'dizzy game'. Playing Chutes and Ladders with Nicholas and smiling at him as he amazingly won for the third time in a row. Dancing with Nina and her friends in the kitchen as they made cookies. Claudia did all the things that Shannon should have been doing. 

Brody slid his hand down beneath the sheets and wrapped them around his bulging shaft, his pre-cum making it easy to move his hand up and down. It felt good lying there, thinking about her. Hearing her voice in his head and seeing her in his mind's eye. He cried as he came one last time that night. For him, he knew the only way he'd ever get to be with her was in the drawings he'd secretly done of her in his studio. Brody finally fell asleep..........

....But Shannon was gone now. It was over. And as he walked to the kitchen carrying two empty pizza boxes and some paper plates he thought of how that night had come back to haunt him in the past two weeks. He would look at Mr. Snoop and wish he'd just handed her that stupid toy. He even saw a film with Kim Bassinger and wished he'd not picked 9 ½ Weeks that night. He would sit in his studio and look down on the pool and see Claudia lying there wishing he could do more than take the opportunity to sketch her and then jack-off.

Brody forced himself to stop lamenting over what had happened. He had to try to get his life back on track. He looked over at the clock and didn't realize Claudia had stopped at the counter. He ran right into her causing the bright red liquid to spill. "Oh, Jesus, Claudia. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Here let me get you something to get that up. He went to the table and grabbed the paper towels knowing that he'd ruined her adorable baby blue shirt. 

"Claudia, here..." Brody stopped moving when he saw that she'd taken off her shirt and was running it under cold water. She was wearing a lacy, pale yellow bra He instantly recalled all those days he would look out of his studio window and see her untie her bikini top to sunbathe when she thought she was completely alone, only even then her modesty kept her from turning over to catch rays over her bare breasts. Damn. He could feel his cock growing stiff in his jeans as he stood there. "Uh, umm, I'll just leave." 

"What's wrong, Mr. Anderson? It's not like you haven't seen me in my bathing suit, you know." 

He died as she smiled over at him. {Christ, doesn't she get it?} Such a good girl. 

"Mr. Anderson, uh, hello? Could you get me the stain stuff from the laundry room, please?"

At that moment, Brody was so happy he'd untucked his shirt earlier because he was so hard anyone with half a brain cell would be able to see what he had waiting on the other side of his zipper. "Sure. Yeah, I'll get it. No problem." {Shit. She is too much. Stop, Brody. You've got to stop thinking about her. Three and a half more weeks and she'll be gone. Just three and a half weeks.} He walked somewhat uncomfortably to the laundry room and grabbed the stain treatment. Brody looked at the floor so as not to look at her when he gave her the blue bottle. "Here you go."

"Wait, can you pour about half a capful over this please?" Claudia's blue green eyes twinkled like always. 

"Okay." He measured out the liquid and stood beside her to pour it onto the wet material. This afforded Brody an unprecedented view of Claudia's firm, round breasts inside her bra. As he leaned forward to pour the thick blue liquid, he inadvertently brushed his swollen cock filled jeans across her leg and saw the expression on her face change. {Fuck!} Ever the gentleman, Brody stepped back and apologized. "I'm so sorry. I...I..." He handed her the cap and left the room. 

Claudia held the cup in her hand and closed her eyes. {Oh, my God. Claudia what have you done?} She quickly finished up with her shirt and threw it in the washing machine. Claudia, who had been enamored with Brody since that first day and especially since he had rescued her, knew she'd finally had some effect on him. 

But seeing how upset he was made her regret taking off her shirt. {Stupid, stupid, stupid. You didn't need to do that} She didn't realize he wasn't upset. He was frustrated. She was the first star in the night sky that he would wish upon, but she never heard his gentle whispers.

Feeling very guilty, she dashed to her room and threw on a T-shirt. {You've got to go talk to him. Tell him you're sorry. Tell him it's okay.} She went to the office and knocked on the door. "Mr. Anderson?" But he wasn't there. The only other place he could be was the studio. Claudia walked down the long connecting hallway to the studio. She knocked on the door, "Mr. Anderson? Hello? Are you here?" There was a fire burning in the small fireplace...it had been chilly the past two days thanks to a gentle rain. And the only other light on was at his desk but he was nowhere to be seen. {Where is he?} 

She decided she'd wait there, knowing he'd eventually end up coming to his studio. Claudia walked around and looked at everything. The last time she was up here, he got mad at her for moving his drawings so she'd not gone back into the studio since then. Claudia went to his inclined drawing desk and looked down at the comic book he was working on. She glanced on the wall at the drawing he'd done of Nina and Nolan when she was four and he was two. Brody was such a wonderful artist, everything he did took her breath away. 



Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 05



Chapter 5. ALL THE FAIR PETALS FALL

As she stood in Brody's studio, Claudia happened to glance toward the picture window and saw a partially hidden painting to the side. She looked around the room just to make sure he really wasn't there and lifted the cover. "Oh, my God. That's, that's..."

"You." Brody Anderson, the artist, stood in the doorway. He looked from her to the painting and then back again. He leaned in the doorway and said with a rather exasperated voice, "Sorry, it's not that good. It's been a long time since I've used oils and you don't stay still long enough for me to get the shadows right. And, well, as you can see, I had to use my imagination for some of it. But your eyes, I could never get the right colors so, I decided to paint you sleeping."

Claudia couldn't believe it. He'd painted her as a nude and it was really a beautiful painting, too. But it wasn't like it was an explicit nude. He'd painted her sleeping by the rose bushes she loved so much and had helped to tend all summer, though it did leave very few things to the viewer's imagination. "It's beautiful. But," she turned around to find him standing directly behind her, "why'd you do it? Why me?"

"Because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He could see her expression of shock. "Yes. Woman, Claudia. She's just hiding behind your eyes." Brody put his hand on her shoulder and nodded toward the painting. "Because she's as close as I can get to touching you." He put his hand on her cheek and watched her close her eyes. "Because, Claudia Fitzpatrick, I've wanted to make love to you since I put you in my car that night at the train station." Brody ran his finger across her full lips.  Claudia opened her eyes and he could tell she was frightened by what he was saying. But what he didn't know was that she was more frightened of how she was feeling, physically. She sensed the familiar but taboo tingling sensation between her legs. In fact, her whole body seemed to shiver under his tender gaze. 

Brody put his hand on the back of her neck and lightly massaged her now tense muscles. "Claudia," he pulled her slightly toward him, "may I kiss you? Just once, I promise. Just one kiss. Please?" He was getting hard at the mere thought of kissing her. His cock throbbed so powerfully as it pressed against his jeans. If the stitches had been at all worn, he was sure it would have broken through.

{One kiss? Claudia, it's just one kiss. It'll be okay.} She looked into his eyes and felt like she was falling. She knew that she shouldn't let him and that she shouldn't stay. After all, she'd made a vow to herself to wait. Kissing him could make her give in. But instead of walking away, Claudia nodded.

Brody pulled her so close to him, she could feel his pulse pounding through his pants against her skin. He put his lips against hers. Brody couldn't believe it, they were so goddamn soft. Like the petals on a newly opened rose. 

With a very slight bit of pressure he pushed her lips apart and put his tongue in her mouth. When she felt his warm tongue move over hers, she responded in kind. No one had ever kissed her like that. Yes, she'd been kissed several times, by lots of cute boys, but this was different. Brody was no boy.

She closed her eyes and felt an intense warmth and wetness between her legs. Again, it wasn't like she'd never felt sexually attracted to someone or turned on by somebody, but this was different. And when he wrapped his arms around her and started to kiss her more deeply, it was as if someone had tapped on the door to her soul.

Brody sensed it, too. As the kiss ended and he pulled away from Claudia, he felt as if he'd just kissed one of the angels in Heaven and could barely catch his breath. {Walk away, Brody. You've got to. Walk away.} 

He'd promised it would end at one kiss. Brody looked into her eyes and quietly said, "Thank you." He stepped back, his breathing somewhat labored and quickly started to leave the studio.

Claudia's head was spinning. He'd ignited a fire in the pit of her stomach and she knew that only he could put it out. Without hesitation she ran up behind him and grabbed his arm, "Brody, wait, please."

She had never called him by his first name before and hearing it sent a tremor down his spine. He was always, 'Mr. Anderson'. Brody could feel the heat from her hand on his arm. He stopped and without turning said, "Claudia, I have to leave. If I don't, I...I..."

Claudia whispered softly in his ear, "You'll what? Make love to me?" 

"Yes." Brody took a deep breath. "And I know how you feel about it. I won't do that. I can't." {Brody, what the hell are you doing? She's practically asking you to take her.} His cock twitched painfully in his pants and he knew it was his body's way of punishing him. 

She walked around to face him. "Brody, I know what I said. And I know what it...what this means. But right now, at this particular moment in time, I feel like I'll die if you don't." Knowing the magnitude of what she was saying caused a tear to spill down her cheek.

Claudia felt Brody's fingers softly brush the tear away and the awareness of his hand on her face, the tenderness in that one action, made her heart melt. "Please, Brody," Claudia was so rapt in her own desire she couldn't stop herself from saying the words that came from her heart, "please make love to me. Please, please. I want you to. Please." 

Brody couldn't stand it. This wasn't right. He was married, well, sort of. And just because Shannon had ignored their vows, didn't mean he should. But, dear God, Claudia was so close to him and she was begging him to take her. He watched her put her hands on the buttons of his shirt. 

He let her unbutton three of them before he said anything, "Claudia, stop." He took her hands and stared into those beautiful deep blue green eyes. "I know you think you want this, but if you don't stop...I won't be able to." He let go of her hands.

"I don't want you to." With that, Claudia pulled her T-shirt over her head revealing that lovely pale yellow bra. She dropped the shirt beside him and undid her bra. Her breasts fell out of the lacy binding and Brody nearly lost it right then. She heard him whimper as if in pain. Claudia immediately had an intense, almost excruciating need for him to touch her.

Brody put his hands on her breasts and closed his eyes. They weren't large, but they were definitely big enough to hold and tenderly massage. He could feel her swollen nipples beneath his palms and he lightly brushed one with his thumb. No one had ever touched her breasts in a sensual way other than her and even when she did, it made her feel guilty. Claudia gasped and looked at him. He could tell she was frightened. 

In a sweeping motion that reminded her of one of those old black and white movies she used to watch on Sunday afternoons as a kid, he whisked her up in his arms and carried her over to the soft rug by the small fireplace. He gently laid her down and looked at her half naked body. 

Ever the artist, Brody was amazed at the way the soft light from the fire danced across her skin. It was an image he wanted to burn into his memory. 

He laid down beside her and kissed her again. Only this was a much deeper kiss. God, he wanted to rip off her shorts and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But he couldn't; no matter how much he physically ached for her. 

Brody wanted Claudia to savor every moment, every nuance, every bit of what he had to offer her for the rest of her life. And above all, he did not want her to regret her first time.

Brody kissed her earlobe and Claudia let out a very tiny moan. His tongue against the soft flesh sent an electric shock all the way down to her toes. And it was then that she felt the intensity of the throbbing between her legs grow. 

As he made his way down her neck and to her right breast, she closed her eyes. Strange flashes of light danced across her closed eyelids. And when he put her nipple in his mouth the lights became so bright she opened her eyes and moaned. Without realizing what she was doing, Claudia's back arched just slightly, begging him to continue kissing her breasts.

Brody reached down and put his hand on the snap of her shorts. He felt the tiny stay give under his tug and he slid his hand down between her legs. He'd never felt anyone as hot and wet as Claudia. And her skin was so smooth. {Nice, very very nice} She jumped slightly when he slid his fingers between her hot swollen lips and grazed her attentive clit. He watched her face and knew she was about to fall head first into an unknown type of joy and pleasure.

Claudia couldn't help but jump when she felt him touch her. She'd only just recently started to explore her own sexuality. Being at school, sex had been drilled into her head as a shameful thing to do unless you were married. Her dorm-mates were always talking about sex and always getting off. 

Last autumn, she even walked in on the three of them doing things that she didn't want to imagine, but couldn't help not to. She remembered how seeing them had made her body quiver. 

And when she would touch herself, Claudia could never let herself completely go from fear of wanting to do it again and again, like all her friends said she would want to do. "Brody, wait...I..."

"What's wrong?" But he did not stop. He couldn't. After all he had warned her. He slid one finger into her warm opening.

She inhaled sharply, "I'm scared."

"I know." He kissed her cheek, "Take a deep breath, Claudia. Relax." He watched her chest slowly rise. "There you go. Now another. Just close your eyes and breathe. You're going to like this, I promise. You believe me don't you, Claudia?" 

She nodded and did exactly as he told her. He slipped a second and third finger in her and fondled her aching clit. When he felt her hips start to move with his gentle pumping motion he could see that Claudia's fear had been washed away by the growing climax within her. The climax that was his to control.

Brody wanted her to feel what it was like to have an orgasm before he took her. He wanted to see her face, watch her beautiful body writhe, and hear her moan. Brody knew that when he did enter her and once she realized she liked it, he was going to give her the ride of his lifetime and he might miss out on the joy of seeing her in such rapture. 

He moved his hands faster and she started to cry. Was it pain she felt? No. Yes. No. {Oh, dear God, what's happening to me?} Then from out of nowhere she felt like she'd was rapidly sinking into the deepest darkest part of the ocean only to surface from the harrowing dive into the most brilliant light she'd ever seen. 

Brody watched as her back arched and her body started to shake. "Claudia, this is for you." He whispered, "Breathe." 

Claudia grabbed the carpet and dug her nails in as hard as she could. She cried out, "Brody, what's happening? Oh, my God, Brody!" She couldn't control her body. It was like every single one of her muscles in her went into overdrive. 

Brody felt her warm, silky juice spill out over his hand and he almost lost it, though he was able to keep it together, but just barely. Her coming had been so intense, he couldn't believe how much of the creamy liquid spilled from her. He wanted a taste and he wanted her to see him. 

Claudia's breathing was heavy and uneven as she looked at him. She felt him pull his fingers out of her. He put them to his lips, watching her expression the entire time. When he licked his fingers and tasted her he smiled. "You even taste sweet." He licked his fingers clean and then put his hand back to retrieve more of her sweet nectar, "See for yourself." 

He put his finger to her lips and pushed her mouth open. "Taste." Claudia timidly put out her tongue and tasted the tip of his finger. "Do you like it?" She shook her head and ran her tongue along his fingers. Within a matter of moments his fingers were cleaned. 

Claudia smiled up at him with the sexiest look he'd ever seen any one woman give. She licked her lips making sure to get the last tiny bit and said, "Thank you."

"I thought you'd like it, I know I did." But he wanted more. Brody looked at her trying to figure out how to ask her to take his cock and eat him. Brody was going to tell Claudia to take his swollen cock into her mouth and suck it until he came. 

"Claudia. Look at me." He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside then he put his hand on his jeans button. He was so hard, so engorged that the tip of his cock head was actually at the edge of his pants. 

She looked in his eyes and tenderly said, "Yes." His voice was firm but gentle, "Claudia, I want you to do something for me now."

She knew what he was going to ask. And even though she'd heard her cousins go on and on about blowjobs, Claudia wasn't quite sure of what she was supposed to do. And despite knowing what his request would be, she softly asked, "What?"

"I want you to help me feel as good as you just did. Do you understand?" 

She nodded and watched him unzip his pants. She never took her eyes off his hands and when he directed her to look down on him, she inhaled sharply when she saw his thick, swollen 'second self' as her mother called it. 

He took her hand and placed it on him, slowly moving her fingers across his head. His pre-cum providing just enough lubrication to let her fingers glide.

Brody chuckled a bit, "Wait a minute. Let me get these off." He stood and Claudia helped to pull his pants and boxers completely off. Claudia's eyes grew wide. {Goddamn, he is so fine. Look at those abs. And his legs. And...oh, God.} 

While she was busy taking in the beauty of his body, she didn't notice that he had grabbed the arm of his rolling desk chair and sat down. "That's better." Brody pulled her up on her knees, "Come here. Do you know what I want you to do now?" 

Claudia giggled a little and blushed, "Yeah, I've got promiscuous cousins and they've described it and what works best on many occasions." She took hold of him again, smiled as she timidly said, "Let's see if I was paying attention to them." Claudia leaned forward and put her tongue on the tip of his cock. It was moist from his pre-cum. Salty, sort of. But not bad. She ran her tongue all across his swollen head and heard him sigh. "Am I doing okay so far?" 

"Yes, very nice. Very nice."

Knowing she was making him feel so good made her want to make him feel even better. And that internal faucet that caused the wetness which soaked her tiny panties and shorts earlier, had once again been turned on, full force. She licked his entire shaft and felt giddy whenever she'd get a tiny taste of his juices. Claudia thought of the silliest thing {I taste sort of sweet, he's sort of salty. I love sweet and salty. She giggled.

Brody gently pulled her head back and asked with a grin, "What's so funny?" 

"Nothing. Just feeling good."

Brody nodded but didn't laugh. Instead he pulled her up to him kissed her and could taste himself on her lips. "Claudia, I want to feel good too." He pulled her toward him with an urgency, "I love what you're doing. But I need you to do more." 

She nodded. He pushed her a little less gently back down. Brody put his hand on the back of her head and said in with a commanding but safe voice, "Open your mouth." She did. "Wider." He gently urged her head closer to him and she put his throbbing cock in her warm mouth. Claudia was shocked. {Christ, he's so big. What do I do?} 

Then she recalled her cousin Rachel's words, 'Now, Claude, it's not really screwing, so you're technically still a virgin. Just remember to relax your jaw and have fun and they love it when you touch their balls. You know play with them, suck on them. It sends guys over the edge. Oh, yeah, and if you really want to impress him, make sure to swallow, but you gotta be quick about it, or it gets really messy.' Claudia could hear Rachel's laughter in the back of her mind.

Claudia closed her eyes and relaxed. Her jaw loosened and her mouth filled with all of him and it felt really good. Apparently Brody liked it too, because his entire body tensed when he hit the back of her throat. Claudia rolled her tongue across him and moved her head up and down and from side to side to make sure all of his pulsing cock was pleased. 

She started to suck on him, and it felt so natural to her. Like when she'd eat popsicles as a kid. And she loved popsicles. Only he wasn't cold. He was on fire. Occasionally, she would stop, to catch her breath and play with his balls, which were aching to give him a release. She kissed them and licked them and could tell from looking at Brody's white knuckled fingers gripping the armrests and the deep slow moans coming from him, that she must have been doing something very right.

Brody couldn't believe how Claudia made him feel. No one, absolutely no one in his thirty eight years, and he'd had quite a lot of women before he married Shannon, was as good with their mouth as this sweet, inexperienced nineteen year old virgin. And he knew it was because this girl, who was half his age, desperately wanted to please him. "Jesus Christ, Claudia...I...oh, fuck, tell your cousins thank you for the advice." She laughed at his request. 

He felt the vibration at the back of her throat made by her innocent giggle on his swollen head and it made Brody crazy. He ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Claudia, stay still." She instantly stopped moving her head. 

But not her tongue, it was still moving slowly across him. Brody held her head and began to push his hips forward, into her. He tried to take it slow but, goddamn, he had to get it out. He moved faster, practically slamming his cock head on the back of her throat. And she never stopped moving that tongue nor did she even once gag or gasp for air. He moaned and said, "Claudia, I can't hold out much longer."

She knew it, she could feel it. The swelling and the throbbing of his dick had become so intense that Claudia just opened her throat, waiting. She felt his entire body become rigid for a second just before he pounded her beautiful mouth. She could also feel her clit throb as her pussy pulsed. It seemed to her that it was begging her to tell him 'Brody I want you in me now.' It was almost too much for her. 

Brody felt it coming. And it was magnificent. When the first wave in the flood of his river of cum filled her mouth Claudia did as her cousin had said and quickly swallowed. But there was just so much she wasn't sure if she could take it all. Then, as if the good Lord himself had turned Brody's cum to wine, Claudia couldn't stop herself from drinking down his thick juice. 

Brody was blinded by his orgasm, making the world around him fall away. He pounded as hard as he could while trying to keep from choking her. It was one of the longest, most intense orgasms he'd ever had. When it was over, he looked down on Claudia and saw her lapping up every last drop that had made its way past her lips, which really wasn't a lot. 

He pulled her up to him and kissed her. Brody could still taste some of the saltiness on her lips. Claudia was absolutely drunk off of him, off of what was happening, off of knowing what he was planning to do to her. He guided her back to the floor. 

He grabbed her shorts and tiny panties and practically tore them off of her. He shook his head and smiled when he saw her soft smooth skin. "Well, I'll give Shannon one thing, whoever she took you to for your birthday, did an excellent job."

"Yes, the lady, Joyce, she did a wonderful job." Claudia remembered how naughty she felt the first time she wore the new bikini Shannon got her for her birthday. 

She also remembered how Brody reacted when he saw her in it. 'Whoa, Claudia, that's a...very...um...that's nice.' Claudia blushed as she recalled the whole thing. Now that she was totally naked and every bit assured that what they were doing was not some horrible sin, but a beautiful expression of love, she prepared herself for what she thought would be the end of their tryst 




Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 05



But no. Brody wanted more of her first, besides he needed to rest a little. As he kissed her, his hand once again made its way down to her clit. {Oh, God, she's even wetter than before.} He rubbed it and watched her throw her head back in ecstasy. 

He asked seductively, "Claudia. Are you having fun?" Broyda was teasing her clit so much it hurt, though it was a 'good' hurt, like when she'd get a massage. 

But she could barely speak, "Huh?" 

"Open your legs." She thought this was going to be it, but no. Before she realized what he was doing, Brody had lowered his head to her swollen sex and flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue. 

Claudia yelped and thought she was going to jump out of her skin. She sat up and asked quietly, "Oh, my God, Brody, what are you doing?" Brody stopped and sat up, "Having some fun myself. Besides, the way I see it, if you're going to go to confession, you might as well have one hell of a good time confessing."

She laughed and couldn't believe what he was going to do to her and she couldn't wait. 

"Claudia, you're just so sweet, I want to eat you. And that's what I'm going to do. Now, lie back, you sweet little virgin." 

Claudia leaned her head to the side and coyly said, "I hope you're going to remedy that one aspect soon."

He chuckled, "Don't be in such a rush. Come on, lie down now." She did and he lowered his head once again to her burning pussy. He kissed her and licked her and could hear her soft panting become more labored. When he began to suck her tight little bud, her soft moans grew louder and more intense. 

Brody ran his tongue along the rim of her succulent virgin treasure box and stuck his tongue in as far as he could. He went back to sucking her, somewhat as a babe would go to its mother's breast. Only this was a more intoxicating milk, and one that could only be given when the desire of the giver was raging. He could feel her hips start to move and he wanted to drink in more of her, so he worked her harder. 

The same myriad of lights that had slammed her senses earlier were back only they were grander. Claudia desperately wanted to move but she wasn't sure if she should. Brody sensed her apprehension and said, "It's alright. Let yourself go." And she did. Claudia's hips started to move rapidly trying to soothe the intense, exquisite burning from his suckling of her. She screamed, "Brody!" And like some beautiful carafe, she poured herself into him.

He drank her, savoring every bit of her. {Jesus Christ, is she made of fucking honey? Goddamn.} Brody didn't let one drop of her go to waste. He mused {If I could bottle that luscious liquid and sell it, it would have to be banned for being too addictive.} 

When he'd finished and she'd calmed down, he crawled over her tiny body and kissed her breasts again. They had been ignored entirely too long. "God, Claudia, I can't believe this. It's all too wonderful. You're the best thing I've ever had," he stopped nibbling on her nipple and looked at her, "and I haven't even had you yet."

Claudia laughed. "Jesus Brody, you are so corny." 

He raised his eyebrow and teasingly said, "I think you mean horny, don't you?" 

"Well, that too." Brody kissed her and stuck his tongue so far into her mouth she lost her breath. When he stopped, Claudia realized that she was tired of waiting. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back to her and kissed him passionately. 

Her legs were still spread and he lay across her naked body. She could feel his beautiful cock brush against her drenched lips. She knew he wanted to sink it deep within her and she wanted him to do it, to stem the tide within her. Claudia looked him in the eye and said in a voice so confident, it surprised her, "Brody, I'm tired of playing. I want you in me. Now."

"Alright." He kissed her deeply and sighed, "Claudia, you are my greatest masterpiece." He lifted himself slightly and positioned his cock for what he was sure was going to be the most wonderful plunge ever. He rubbed his swollen head along her equally swollen lips and looked down to see that his crucifix necklace was resting on the same symbol of their faith that she wore around her neck. 

He took it as a sign that this was alright, he needn't worry. "This will hurt at first. But if you remember to relax and breathe, it will be unbelievable." He didn't even wait for her to respond. 

Brody pushed his head into her tight virgin opening. It took everything he had within him to not go straight in as hard as he could. But he held back and eased his way in. He felt the tiny flap of skin that would take Claudia from virgin to woman tear beneath the pressure of his entry. 

Claudia felt him going inside her and took in a huge breath of air. She felt the membrane that kept her a 'good' girl in the eyes of her family and her faith tearing in two and it hurt. She yelped and cried a little bit, but she wasn't really sure that it was from the pain or the innocence she was leaving behind. 

Brody moved slowly, partly to soothe the wound within, but mostly because she was so tight and her muscles contracted around him so powerfully. As he saw the expression of discomfort on her face fade away, he started to move quicker and more rhythmically. She wasn't like anyone he'd been with before. 

Claudia closed her eyes as tears started to fall from them. It felt so good, so right. {God, I know this isn't typically how you work, but please give me some kind of sign to let me know it's okay to love him, please. Because I do love him.} She opened her eyes when she felt Brody's crucifix brush across her lips. {Thank you.} 

As for Brody, all he wanted was to make Claudia's journey into her new life as a woman one filled with complete satisfaction and if he felt good in the process too, then all the better. That's when he become conscious of the fact that he wasn't just having sex with her, he was making love to her. It was then that he had another epiphany. Brody was sure, right then and there, that he had never actually 'made love' to Shannon. It was all just sex.

He moved in Claudia and felt her responding to his gentle torture. {Oh my God, I love her. I really love her.} Brody knew it was true and in that instant, he set the thought of saving his marriage free. There would be neither an attempt at a reconciliation nor more anger on his part. 

And if he was going to Hell for feeling this way, then so be it. He'd rather go to Hell for eternity than be without Claudia for the rest of his life. He didn't care because he'd already had a taste of Heaven. Brody closed his eyes trying to keep the tears he felt from falling. But it was impossible.

They fell onto Claudia's chest and she thought something was wrong. She tenderly asked, "Are you alright, Brody?"

He looked down into her angelic face and said, "Claudia, I love you. With all that I am, I love you." 

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her. "I love you, Brody. I don't want this...I don't want us to end. Never." Claudia put her hands to his face and kissed him. It wasn't a deep, sensual kiss. Just a kiss, a soft feathery kiss, to let him know that she was his, forever, if he wanted her.

Brody's cock throbbed at the thought of waking up beside her every morning and making love to her over and over again. His body was screaming at him to take her to the highest peak imaginable. He started to move in her, harder, forcefully. Brody didn't want to stop. He pulled out just enough so that when he dove back into her, it would shake her soul.

And it did. Claudia screamed out in ecstasy and when he did it again and again she thought she would surely die. But it would have been a great way to go. She wrapped her legs around him as the primal urge of wanting him to fuck her harder overtook her sensibility. 

Brody couldn't stop. He could feel her muscles start to spasm around his cock. She was about to lose her wits. He heard her crying and moaning and her hips moved so forcefully beneath his, he thought he was going to go insane. He pushed against her, trying desperately to get further inside her. God as his witness, he would of climbed inside her at that exact moment in time, if he could have. 

Claudia screamed as she dug her nails into his back. It was unbelievable. It was scores more intense than the first two times she'd climaxed. And where the strength came from within her to move like she knew she needed to, she had no clue, but she knew it was only to help her feel even better. The room spun around, she felt dizzy, drunk and elated all at the same time. 

Brody was so enraptured and intoxicated with Claudia that everything around him disappeared. Gone was the studio. Gone was his family. Gone. Only he and his precious Claudia remained. When he finally reached the point where he could no longer hold on he simply let go. It was like the mind numbing sensation of a freefall with no parachute and it was undeniably the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. 

And knowing that Claudia, too, was feeling the same rush made it all the better. He felt the warmth of her flowing across him as he filled her with every bit of his essence. The invisible parachute opened and they floated back down to earth and landed as softly as a feather would to the ground. 

They lay there together, drunk with their love for each other afraid to speak. Because so long as they stayed right there and did not dare to tempt time and reality into invading their peaceful sanctuary, the moment would never end. But, as with all good things, it did end when the phone rang.



Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 06



Chapter 6. RETRIBUTION FOR SINS OF THE FLESH—REUNION OF THE FLESH

Brody considered not answering the phone but knew he had to. "Sorry." He kissed Claudia, not wanting to give up the moment but knowing that he had to. He slowly pulled himself from her and noticed they were both dripping with sweat. He glanced at the clock. Eleven fifteen. He got the phone from his desk and cleared his throat, "Brody Anderson."

Claudia sat up and grabbed the blanket off the couch across from her. She was totally exhausted. But thoroughly content. She lay back down and closed her eyes. She halfway heard Brody talking. Her mind and body were still reeling from what had just happened. In her mind's eye, she relived his face above her.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He blew Claudia a kiss and tried to focus on the voice on the phone. "Yes, she works for my family." He glanced down at Claudia and saw that she was almost asleep. "Could you hold on just a second?" 

He put on his jeans and picked back up the phone. "Florida?" Why was someone from the Florida State Highway Patrol calling for Claudia? 

Claudia heard 'Florida' and her eyes flew open. "Who is it?"

"Someone with the Florida Highway Patrol. Why are they calling you?"

"My family is in Florida." She reached for the phone, "Remember. I told you the first time I met you." Claudia took the phone and put it to her ear, "This is Claudia Fitzpatrick." Brody watched her as she listened to the voice on the other end. He saw her elated expression fall into a blank emotionless façade. "Yes, I understand. Thank you." 

She handed Brody the phone and he listened to the receiver. Whoever it was had hung up. Claudia started putting on her clothes. "What's wrong, Claudia?" She didn't answer. "Claudia, please tell me what's wrong?"

She walked to the studio door and turned to him, "My mother and father were killed this afternoon. The lady said they've been trying to reach me. My brother was in the car, too. I have to go to him." She turned and walked away. Claudia reached to pull her long hair out from inside her shirt and it got caught on the clasp of her necklace. 

"Oh, God. Claudia." Brody grabbed his own shirt and ran after her, "Claudia, wait. Please." 

Claudia turned and looked at him. She was not the same person he'd been holding only moments ago. She tried to pull the hair out of the clasp with no success. With little care, she yanked the chain from her neck, pulling some hair with it and threw it on the floor. Claudia looked at the piece of jewelry as it lay there and walked away.

She didn't even pack. She just showered and then waited for the cab to come and take her to the train station. "Claudia, please let me take you. The girls are asleep. It's alright. Please let me take you." But she wouldn't have it. Brody sat with her and held her. She was an empty shell. He tried to talk to her, but she'd turned to stone and didn't want to say or hear anything. 

When the taxi arrived, Brody walked her to the green minivan and held the door open for her. She turned just before she got in and kissed him one last time then whispered so quietly, he could barely hear her, "I love you, Brody Anderson." 

Tears streamed down his face, as he said, "I love you, Claudia Fitzpatrick." She sat and pulled the door shut. He stood there in the dark of that night and watched as the red taillights disappeared into the inky nothingness. She was gone.

Brody walked numbly back to his studio, stopping only to pick up Claudia's crucifix. If God was punishing him, punishing them, He was doing one fucking good job. Brody fell onto his couch and grabbed the blanket. He could still smell her on it. The next thing he knew, the bright August sun was stabbing at his sleeping eyes. 

He stretched and was greeted with a painfully stiff neck. As Brody went to rub the muscle, he realized he still had Claudia's crucifix in his hand. So it wasn't just some beautiful dream that had morphed into an unspeakable nightmare. It did happen. He'd had her, made love to her, tasted her, become one with her and now, she was gone. 

He felt as though something had been ripped from his soul and he was drowning in sorrow. Only there was neither a lifeline nor a shore just a vast cold ocean of sorrow. When Nina and the boys asked where Claudia had gone, Brody told them about her parents. Nolan and Nicholas were upset that she'd left without telling them goodbye and Brody tried to explain that she couldn't.

Nina, sweet Nina. She could tell from the look on her father's face that there was more behind his words. She could see the sadness in his green eyes. Though she wasn't exactly sure what had actually happened between the two of them, she knew that look. It was the same look she'd had when Lou-Lou, her poodle had been hit by that car last year. It was the type of sadness one has when they know that the thing they adored was gone forever. 

As for Brody, he had to cope. The world was still spinning and wasn't going to stop for him. He, too, was a walking talking shell of a person. 

Brody didn't really care about what happened in the following months. Summer ended and the kids went to school. He was alone all day so he drew. Drew like a madman. Dark, hard, images. His editor loved it. But Brody hated every single image. 

Brody was trying so hard to put Claudia out of his mind. But it was hard. Especially when he worked. He kept finding little sketches of her. And then there was the painting. It hurt so badly. 

And then he had to deal with Shannon. She'd come back after about five weeks later, professing her undying sorrow at what she'd put him through, begging him to take her back. But he wouldn't have her. In fact, when she arrived at the house and found that the locks had been changed she was furious. 

She pulled out her cell phone and looked up to the studio window, "Goddamn it, Brody, open this fucking door now. This is my house, too. Listen you mother fucker, if you don't open this goddamn door, I'll call the sheriff." She saw Brody stand up and look out the window and down at her.

When Brody opened the door he stared at her as though she'd stepped out of some dark pit. In the back of his weary, beleaguered mind he prayed that Claudia would come back, or call, or write. And if she did, and Shannon was there, Brody feared that she'd walk away from him again.. But Claudia didn't come back. She walked out that night and never looked back.

As he stood there in the doorway looking at her with less than an ounce of care or concern, Shannon realized he was serious about not trying to make their marriage work. The snake in her came out and she became vindictive. She looked around the living room and said, "I'll take every fucking thing you have, Brody Anderson. Everything." 

"Go ahead. Give it your best shot, Shannon. I don't really fucking care." Brody went to his studio and locked the door. 

"You'll care." She screamed at him as he walked away from her. "Do you hear me Brody? You'll fucking care!" Shannon hired a top divorce attorney and she wasn't joking when she professed her intentions. She went after him for everything. The house, the kids, even the rights to his comic book heroine. He had based her off of Shannon, a much younger, kinder Shannon. 

But he didn't care about the house, in fact he'd moved himself and the kids to his mother's house three days after Shannon came back. He threw the new house keys at her as he and the kids left that day, "Here you go Shannon" He put the kids in the Escalade and put the key in the ignition. 

Just before he closed the door, he stepped out and had one final thing to say to her, "Hope you're fucking happy here, alone." As he headed back to the SUV he turned and smiled at her, "Oh, and, by the way, yes, I did sleep with her. And she was better than you ever were. Ever." 

He saw Shannon's eyes narrow and if a look could drip acid the ground around her would have melted as the hatred in her surfaced. "Fuck you, Brody."

"You already did, Shannon. But never again."

Brody's mother cleared out the attic for him, just like when he was younger, to be his new studio. As he worked, or tried to work, he'd often run across a sketch he's drawn of Claudia. He thought burned every one. And those that he found were a painful reminder. He burned those, too.

But the painting, he kept that one, hidden behind that cloth. Every now and again, when he felt so lonely he wanted to die, he'd pull back the material and stare at her sleeping there beside the rose bushes. Somehow, as if the image had some type of medicinal quality, it eased the pain.

He figured Claudia decided to move on with her life. She'd often talked about how excited she was to go away to college. She was probably sitting down in some cool campus eatery discussing the upcoming game or finals. It was going to be such a change for her, after having spent the last four years of her life in a strict Catholic boarding school. And he was sure guys were salivating to be with her. It killed him.

Shannon almost triumphantly took over the house and threw out anything that reminded her of Brody. When the kids came to visit they demanded to know where everything was. "Gone, now shut up and eat your dinner." No, Shannon was not a very happy person and wanted to make everyone around her suffer, too. She called her lawyer almost daily asking about progress on the settlement. 

But when her attorney said that they'd end up going to court, she was livid. She contacted Brody's editor and informed him that he was about to lose the right to use her image. And she contacted the school the kids were attending and tried to tell the principal that Brody had no right to enroll them and that she could sue the district. Both actions pissed Brody off beyond words.

But Brody didn't care about his most lucrative character. However, the kids, they were a different matter. He fought her tooth and nail for them. And it looked like she was going to win, especially when he admitted to the judge that he'd slept with Claudia, that one time. He wasn't ashamed of it, so why not tell? It was the most beautiful thing he'd been a part of, aside from his children being born. Brody prayed that the judge would see through Shannon. But she was their 'mother' and mothers usually win.

And then...Frank Hennesy mailed Brody a letter with pictures and videos of Shannon doing things that were so depraved, so scandalous they would make the typical housewife look like a fucking saint. Brody finally saw a little flicker of light at the end of the pitch black tunnel he'd been trapped in for months. The only condition, he couldn't tell anyone from whom he had received the pornographic material. When asked, Brody said, "I got them in the mail." Which wasn't a lie.

Yes, it seems dear Frank, the bondage and pain man, was pissed with Shannon for screwing him over on some type of business deal after they'd split up. He wanted her to get what she deserved. And being that some of the people in those videos were obviously minors, that meant the possibility of jail time. The ensuing investigation was almost too much for Brody and his children. But, in the end, Shannon got her comeuppance. 

Shannon was looking at twelve years for the statutory rape of Jefferson Green, the sixteen year old son of her boss. She plea bargained for a lesser sentence, six years and the title of 'sexual predator' that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Needless to say, the judge granted Brody sole custody of the kids. 

The day she went to prison, Shannon didn't even get to say goodbye to her kids. But Brody did. As sat across from her in the little holding room he smiled, "Well, Shannon, I guess you got your wish. I'll bet you'll be told to do lots of things. Yes, I'm sure you'll get to have lots of fun fucking your new cell mates. Why, I'll bet they'll have something special waiting for you tonight. Goodbye, Shannon. No, wait...not good...just bye." He got up to leave the holding room.

Shannon, dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, halfway laughed, "Well, you know me, Brody, I'll make the best of it." The guard came to escort Shannon out the back door. Before she stepped out, she turned to her now ex-husband and said with a grin, "Oh, yeah, Brody, I meant to tell you earlier. You know my attorney, he's a real thorough fellow. When you told everyone about your fuckfest with that little bitch, he sent a P.I. out to find her. You know, get a little dirt on the deflowered slut."

Brody stopped and turned. Shannon laughed again, only it was the most ill-tempered, shrewish laugh he'd ever heard, "He found her. Yep. Back home in Orlando. She's been pretty busy with her brother and other things. Pretty pathetic if you ask me. Apparently James felt sorry for her and told her why he was there. You know, I figured she would have been on the first flight back here to help you fight for the kids. But she wasn't. Hmm, maybe she's over you, Brody. Maybe she was over you before you came inside her. Or maybe, James got a little taste of that sweet little ass of hers, too. Yum, I'll bet it was good." 

Brody jumped towards her and almost made it across the table before Dean Winston, his attorney, rushed to hold him back. "She's not worth it Brody."

The guard yanked Shannon toward the door and Shannon blew him a kiss and waved, "Bye lover. Sweet dreams." The door closed and she was out of his life, at least for the next six years.

Dean drove him to his mother's house and told him how sorry he was for what Shannon had said. As he drove out of sight, Brody walked dejectedly into his old childhood home. He kissed his kids as they ran to greet him.

Nina, now eleven, was the only one of them who really understood had happened to their mother and why they wouldn't be seeing her. They showed him the cookies they'd baked with Grandma. And when Nicholas handed him Mr. Snoop because he looked so sad, Brody wanted to shoot himself.

Grandma Anderson smiled and put dinner on the table. "Well, now that all this mess is over, why don't you take the kids out of school and go on a nice trip somewhere. It's so cold here. I know, why don't you go to the Keys? You always loved the Keys, Brody, remember?"

{Florida Keys?} He stared at his roasted chicken. {Florida} Brody took a sip of water. {Orlando} He smiled into his glass, "What about Disney World?" 

The kids all whooped with excitement. And Nolan jumped up and danced around the room shouting, "We're going to see the mouse. Going to see the mouse. Uh, huh, yeah, yeah."

The next morning, Brody called Shannon's attorney and he, somewhat reluctantly, told Brody where to find Claudia. Grandma came along for the trip and Brody was appreciative of her presence, too. Three kids could be a lot to deal with, especially with what he'd been through and hoped to do. 

Once they'd settled in to their hotel suite, Brody went to the computer and pulled up a map of how to get to Claudia's. It was nearly six thirty and he was so tired. They'd been up since five o'clock that morning and then there was the plane ride and the fiasco with picking up the car not to mention finding the stupid hotel. 

But he couldn't wait any longer. He wrote down the directions and kissed his kids goodbye, knowing they were in good hands with his mother. His mother whispered in his ear, "Brody, are you sure you want to do this?" He didn't answer. He just turned and left the suite.

As he drove, Brody got so frustrated. The on-line map obviously hadn't been updated for a while as there were new roads and exits all over the place. Brody finally stopped at a gas station and asked how to get to Barrington Grove Road. 

He pulled up in front of beautiful home at nineteen thirty six Barrington Grove Road and sat there for a while. It was a gorgeous Mediterranean style home. He knew her family had to be pretty well off to be able to afford to send her to Holy Cross for high school. He pulled out the little box with her necklace. He'd had the chain fixed and wanted to give it back to her.

Maybe she had been mad at God on that day and probably was still pretty ticked off with Him, but Brody knew that one day, she'd be thankful to have the necklace back. And maybe, she'd want him back, too. He went to the front door and rang the bell. He waited for what seemed to be the longest two minutes of his life. 

A tall older woman opened the door, "Yes?"

"Yes, uh, hi. Is this the Fitzpatrick home?"

"Yes. May I help you?"

"Is Claudia in? Or do you know how I can get in touch with her?" He felt so nervous, like when he went on his first date.

"Miss Fitzpatrick is in. Whom should I say is calling?" Brody looked at his feet. The wizened older woman shook her head, "Oh, you must be Mr. Anderson. Won't you come in, please?" Brody didn't know what to make of her tone but he stepped inside. "Please wait here." She motioned for Brody to sit in one of the living room chairs. He heard a boy shouting at a video game and figured it had to be William.

He followed the voice and found William sitting in front of a huge TV playing some racing game. William looked over at Brody and nodded. Brody knew that he was seventeen and noticed that he had the same stunning blue green eyes as Claudia and was extremely handsome. 

William would definitely not have any trouble getting girls. Then Brody saw the wheelchair the boy was sitting in and also that he was missing his right leg, just below the knee. {That's right. He was in the accident, too.} Well, at least Brody could understand the angry face Claudia's brother wore. Lost his parents. Lost his leg. {Damn} 

The old woman found Brody and asked him to follow her. "Miss Marshall is sitting by the pool, Mr. Anderson." As they stepped out onto the patio she turned to Brody and added, "Please Mr. Anderson, do not upset her. She's got enough to deal with right now."

He came up behind Claudia and smiled. Brody missed her so much he wanted to run up and hug her in half, just so there would be twice as much of her. 

"Hello, Brody." Claudia didn't turn around. Her voice sounded sad but still melodic. 

"Claudia," he stood behind her, "I've missed you so much."

"Have you? Funny, you never returned my letters."

"What letters?" Brody was confused. "You sent me letters?"

"Yes, four of them about five months ago."

Brody sighed, "Christ I'm sorry. I moved out of the house. Shannon probably threw them away. I'm sorry." He watched Claudia put her hand to her head. "But I'm here now, Claudia." 

He went to kiss her shoulder. But Claudia leaned forward, placing her head in her hands and started to cry before he could. "I thought you forgot me. I thought you didn't love me anymore."

"God, no, Claudia." He rubbed her shoulders, "But you never came back. Or called. You could have called. I knew you were devastated when your parents died. I thought you decided to go on with your life without me."

Claudia's sobs grew stronger. But she stopped long enough to say, "I'm pregnant." And then she started crying more.

"What?" 

"You heard me. I'm pregnant." She stood up and even though she was wearing a short loose baby doll style dress there was no mistaking the small bump at the front of her tiny body. "I'm so sorry. I was going to...but I just couldn't, I mean I couldn't do it..."

Brody was stunned. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Brody. It's my fault. I should have walked away. You warned me. You don't have to worry about supporting me or anything. We're doing okay now that the estate has been settled. You can leave if you want to. I understand." Tears streamed down her face.

"Leave? Why would I leave you? I told you I love you. I meant it." He held her close and rocked her gently as she cried on his shoulder. "And this," he rubbed her belly, "just proves it." He kissed her and when he felt her soft lips part and then felt her silky tongue glide across his, it only reaffirmed how much he loved her. 




Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 06



Claudia had prayed for this moment for the past six and a half months. It felt so good to have him hold her. His embrace made her feel safe and alive again. His kiss reignited the fire in her soul that she thought would never burn again. She melted in to his arms, "I love you."

He and Claudia sat by the pool and talked about everything that had happened in the previous months. About the accident, her parents, William and dealing with the lawyers about her father's company. She lamented, "William is so angry. He was a track star at St. Joseph's. Now that's gone. This was going to be his 'golden year'. He thought he'd get a scholarship even though he doesn't really need it."

"What about you? What about college?"

Claudia smiled, "I'll get to it, eventually."

Brody knew she'd given up her dreams because of the baby and it tore him up inside. But he smiled at her and nodded. Now was not the time to be make her feel bad about her decision.

After Claudia found out about what had been going on with Brody over the past few months, she was shocked beyond words when she found out about Shannon. "Are you serious? Oh, God. That's horrible." Brody nodded. 

When the mid-March sky had gone completely dark, Claudia went in to formally introduced Brody to her little brother, William. "William, could you please stop for a minute? He's always playing those games." Claudia smiled at Brody. It was good to see that smile back where it was supposed to be.

William stopped playing and looked at her. "Let me guess, this is the guy that knocked you up, right?" He rolled his eyes and went back to playing the game.

"William!" Claudia was taken aback. "I'm so sorry, Brody."

"It's alright, really." He looked at William and added, "And yes, I'm the man who got your sister pregnant."

William pounded on the X button on the controller and stared at the TV, "Why'd you decide to show up now? Did it fit in your schedule or something? Jesus, you're nothing but a prick. Why don't you just take your little bitch and leave. I don't need her. I've got enough money to last me. Go on, take her...oh, that's right you already did. Suppose that was a promise you just couldn't keep, right Claude?" He smiled angrily at his sister.

Brody saw Claudia was crying and didn't want to put up with William any longer. He grabbed the game control and threw it aside. Then he spun William around, "Listen, I know you're still upset about your parents and your leg and about Claudia being pregnant. But I'm not going to let you sit here and berate the one person who stopped her life to take care of you. Do you understand?"

"Whatever." William shook his head

"Don't fucking 'whatever' me." Brody stared down into William's angry eyes and saw a world of hurt hidden behind his rage. "I'm not going to take Claudia away from you, if that's what you're afraid of." William's angry face softened but only slightly and Brody looked at Claudia, "I'm not going back to Connecticut. There's nothing left for me there. I'll move the kids down here."

Claudia burst out into tears and ran upstairs. William rolled his eyes, "Good going, asshole, now she'll be crying all night. You know that's all she did when she found out she was pregnant. Days of tears. Christ, and it was all, 'Brody is going to be so mad. He'll hate me. What'll I do?' Now that you're here and not mad at her , I don't think she knows what to do. So why don't do her a favor, don't move down here."

Brody thought about smacking him but he walked away. He knew that deep inside, William was terrified that he was going to take away the last bit of family he had left. But Brody couldn't just 'walk away'. "Fucking grow up, kid. This is the real world, welcome to it. It's time for you to get over yourself and grow up. I know your mad as hell at everything right now, but sitting here playing video games and belittling your sister isn't going to make you feel any better." 

Brody walked away from William, holding back the rest of what he wanted to say. Claudia and his child were his main concern. Brody made his way up the sweeping staircase and listened for Claudia's crying to find her. 

When he opened the door to her room, he found her lying on her bed with a stuffed bear to her face. She looked like such a little girl. Brody went to her and took the bear, "Claudia, I'm sorry. He's mad at me, not you. He'll get over it. I promise. It's just going to take some time. Claudia, please stop crying and look at me."

Her sobbing stopped and she sat up. Claudia looked up into his eyes as he stood by her. Brody massaged her aching neck. "My poor Claudia, you're so tense. Turn around." She turned and he put his hands on her shoulders and gently started to kneed away the months of tension. 

Brody leaned and kissed her neck and heard her give the softest moan. He kissed her earlobe and she tilted her head back with a slightly louder moan. He sat down on her bed and kissed her shoulders a bit more aggressively.

Brody grabbed the bottom of her baby doll dress and pulled it up and over her arms. Her breasts, now fuller and riper than before, were freed and he reached around her to put his hands on them. "God, I missed touching you." Brody felt the wonderful familiar stirring in his loins as he moved his hands across her breasts and gently rubbed his fingers across her swollen nipples. He gently squeezed and played with her breasts. 

He ran his hands down across her tight, swollen belly and looked over her shoulder see himself lovingly caress where his child lay in her womb, safely tucked away from the noise and confusion of the world. Brody kneaded her breasts somewhat urgently and whispered in her ear, "I want you. I want to make love you, Claudia."

Claudia felt herself slipping into that wonderful place between desire and fulfillment. "I want you to." He started to suck on Claudia's earlobe and she almost lost her wits. "Wait, wait, no Brody, we can't do this. I mean, I'm, well, you know."

He slid his hand down her belly, between her legs and whispered, "Yes, we can. Remember, I have three kids. You don't think I ever went nine months without sex, do you? But if you don't want do, I'll wait." He gently touched her swollen clit and she sank into him as he massaged the one part of her that screamed to be touched, "I'll stop if you want me to. But you don't want me to, do you?"

Claudia shook her head, and softly said "No, I...I don't." She turned and kissed him so deeply it unleashed all the unbridled lust with in her. Her breathing was quick and her voice was low, "God, Brody. Please. I need you. I've thought about you every night, praying for you to come to me." Claudia started to feverishly unbutton his shirt. Brody was shocked but only mildly, he knew that women were often more sexually aroused when pregnant. 

Claudia ripped off his shirt and started to kiss his neck and chest somewhat ferociously. Brody laughed tenderly and said, "Slow down, honey, you're liable to hurt me."

She stopped and looked up at him, "Sorry. Sorry, I just...it's just that...well, I mean. God, Brody, I want you so badly." Tears started to well up in her eyes. "I need you. I need you so badly. When I left you that night, I never felt so alone before in my life. I'm so sorry I didn't call you sooner. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, it hurts."

Never before in his life had anyone declared such love for him. "I know, baby, I know. I can't even begin to describe the pain I felt waiting for your call. But it's behind us now. You don't have to hurt any longer." He was with her now and that was all that mattered. 

Brody pulled out her pony tail and ran his fingers through her hair. "Lie back." He took hold of her panties, which were still relatively tiny, but then again, so was she. He guessed that she'd gained maybe fifteen, possibly twenty pounds since he'd seen her last. 

Brody slid them down her thighs and looked her body. Jesus, she was one beautiful pregnant woman. The artistic portion of his mind raced to hold the image, desperate to bring it to life on paper. The rest of his body and soul ached just looking at her. 

Brody knelt on the side of her bed and pulled her to him as he softly said, "I seem to remember you liked this." He gently spread her legs and lowered his head between them to her wet wanton lips. His first taste of her was as sweet as his last one had been and the memory of the love they had for one another overwhelmed him. 

Claudia couldn't stand it. He knew exactly how to make her feel like she was on the sun and the moon at the same time. She cried a little and as he moved his tongue over her clit making those familiar flashes of light return, she sighed and breathlessly said, "You are so wonderful."

He stopped for a second and looked at her. With a mock sigh and an added false arrogance he said, "I know. It's a fault of mine." She playfully popped cheek and laughed at him. Then he returned to his delightful assault on her. He gently sucked on her and tickled her with his tongue. 

It didn't take long for Claudia to let herself go and allow the waves of rapture wash over her. Claudia felt like she was sinking in that ocean again, only this time, she knew where she would surface. She moaned and cried in sheer delight. And Brody was so happy when he'd brought her to it. 

He tenderly lapped up the last bit of her and then stood. Brody smiled down on her and marveled at the glorious smile on her face. "Jesus Christ, Claudia, I'm going to have to start carrying a sketch pad with me from now on." 

Claudia put her finger to her lip seductively and giggled. Then she sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist. She gently slid down onto her knees resting her head against him and could feel his throbbing member pulsing along her cheek. She looked up at him, unfastened his belt and then unzipped his slacks, her eyes never leaving his. With a coy grin, she said so sweetly, "My goodness, look what I've done. Whatever shall I do now?"

Brody was trapped in her seductive gaze and he pulled her up to him. With a deep kiss he hungrily said, "Whatever you want." 

"Good." When Claudia turned him and slinked back down. She pulled his pants off and then pushed him onto the bed to pleasure him. Needless to say, Brody was more than a little impressed. Claudia took his painfully swollen cock into her hands and gently massaged it. Brody closed his eyes to everything around him. 

All those months of lying there alone in his bed trying to recall the sweet sensation of her touch had been in vain as the outside world always invaded his thoughts. But now, here he was with her and the outside world was neither a nuisance nor a cause for worry. 

Brody marveled at her soft kisses along his inner thigh and how she trailed her tongue along with those kisses. He took in a long deep breath and said, "God, Claudia, that is so nice." When she licked and then sucked on one of his balls, Brody felt a jolt of energy fly through him and it shook his entire body

Then he felt her warm breath on his stiff shaft and he waited much like a child on Christmas Eve waits for bedtime to come, knowing that Claudia was about to put her soft lips around him. And when she did, it was like Christmas morning and that giddy elation that comes when a child sees his stocking filled with goodies and packages placed beneath the tree. "Claudia." Brody could barely form the word as her tongue glided across the tip of his swollen head.

Though she'd only done it once before, the sensation, the utterly erotic feelings she'd had while doing it, had never left her. She smiled as she recalled all those stupid popsicles she'd eaten in the past couple of months. They were good, but nothing like him. And no matter how many she ate, she'd never felt as satiated with them as she did with Brody. 

And Brody had to admit, Claudia was, hands down, the best damn mouth he'd ever had the pleasure of getting his dick in to. He didn't want it to end. Brody would have liked nothing more than to have her sweet sucking lips on him for hours on end, but he'd waited so long to be with her and felt so good, he had to fight to hold off as long as he did. 

Claudia closed her eyes when he sat up and placed his hand on her head and was so happy when he started to move his hips, knowing that he was going to fill her with the one flavor she'd been denied when she'd eaten all those fruity treats. She felt him hit the back of her throat again and again and waited with anticipation. And, as before, when he came, she savored him like some exquisite and exotic treat. 

She knew he had been fully satisfied when his thighs started to relax and it was only then that Claudia released him. This time, she noted to herself with personal pride, not one ounce of him had spilled from her lips. Knowing he was bound to be tired, she climbed up on the bed and snuggled up next to him. She reveled in the peace that had started to settle within her. "I love you so much, Brody." As they lay there, Claudia giggled and grabbed his hand, "Do you feel that?" She set his hand on the side of her expanding belly. "She's kicking."

"She?" 

"Yes, 'she'." He could practically hear Claudia smiling, "I had them check like three times and they even brought in another technician just to make sure. Oh, there she goes again."

Brody felt the small kick of his unborn child beneath his hand, "God, I love you." Then he kissed Claudia's belly, "And I love you, too." He patted her tummy and grinned at Claudia, "Do you have any idea how you've changed my life? Before you, I was just going through the motions of being happy in my marriage, but I wasn't happy. And now, I don't think I really ever was. Don't get me wrong, my kids were and still are the best part of my life. I love them with all my heart. But, somehow, I always felt like there was something missing and it was eating away at me. At my soul. I think you may very well have saved my sanity. Thank you." 

There was another kick and Claudia turned to Brody. "You're welcomed. And I understand. I found out I was pregnant about six weeks after my parents were killed and William was still in the hospital and then there was dealing with the estate and Dad's business and I thought I was going to go crazy. But when I would lie in bed and it was so quiet, I'd think of you and the gift you'd given me. Some of my friends said I should abort her, but I couldn't. She's a part of you and I was afraid she was all God was going to let me have of you."

{God? Shit, her crucifix.} Brody jumped out of the bed and grabbed his pants. "I almost forgot," he pulled out the box and handed it to Claudia, "I knew you were angry, but I thought you'd want it back one day." He opened it and pulled out her necklace. 

Claudia started to cry as he put it around her neck, back where it belonged. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I..." She could barely talk, "My parents gave me that." She wrapped her arms around him and cried.

Brody held her and when she was done he laid her back and kissed her breasts. The were so full and firm. He massaged them and rolled her nipples between his fingers. He sucked one of Claudia's pert nipples and chanced to taste her rich, creamy milk and with a deep groan, rolled over on his back, "That is going to be one happy baby. God, I could just eat you up."

Claudia sat up, giggled and took her finger to her own nipple to taste a tiny drop of liquid and nodded. She looked at Brody and saw that he was getting hard again. Claudia straddled his legs and stroked his growing cock. With each gentle move and the ensuing pulsation of him, her clit started to tingle more and more and she grew wetter with each second.

Brody sat up and said to Claudia, "Do you trust me?" She nodded. With that, he lifted her up and set her down on him and as he entered her, Claudia started to tremble. "It's alright, I promise." He gently moved his hips and Claudia closed her eyes. "That's it, relax, baby, relax." 

He rubbed her shoulders as he moved and kissed her breasts and when he felt her hips moving with his, Brody laid back. Claudia slowly ground her hips into him, trying with each subtle lift, to get him deeper inside her. Brody felt so good, like he was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. He grabbed a pillow and rested his head on it so he could watch her more easily. 

The muted light in her room washed over her softly tanned skin making her appear to be emanating an almost angelic light. Brody smiled. {She's going to be my new heroine. He started to draw her in his mind. Earth Angel. Sent down to right the wrongs of man even if it means she'll have to kick a little ass. Along the way, she finds herself falling for...} Brody felt her starting to move even faster and his thoughts flew away from him. "Claudia, Claudia...oh, Jesus." 

Claudia couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside her. It was a hundred times different than the other time. Not better, different, but equally as satisfying. {It must be the baby.} As a result, she couldn't control her own body. It screamed at her to rock on him, faster and faster. The more she moved the more she felt her muscles contracting around him. And her swollen clit was squeezed between her body and his bringing even more joy. {Jesus Christ. This is fucking awesome.} "Brody, I..." 

Brody put his hands on her hips and helped lift her up and down. He didn't want her to stop, it felt too good. He wanted to scream as her muscles contracted around him, for they brought that joyful pain that all men want. That all men need. He felt it welling up inside him and couldn't stop himself. Brody's hips started to pump her with such depth it was staggering. He was overcome by the ferocity of his orgasm. It literally rocked him to the point where he forgot to breathe.

Claudia moaned so loudly she was sure that Ms. Taylor and William must of heard her, but she didn't care. She was ready to explode and when Brody started to pump her as he neared his own rapture, she let go and the wave of ecstasy that had washed over her earlier returned, only this time, it was more than just a wave. It was an all out tsunami. "Brody!" she screamed as she came.

After they'd finished Brody sat up and hugged Claudia who was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. He kissed her forehead and could taste the sweat on her brow. It was wonderful. She kissed him deeply and sighed, "Brody, please don't leave me again."

"I won't. I promise. I'll never leave you. You're my masterpiece, remember?" He patted her belly, "Okay, you, too." Then he smiled at Claudia's beautiful face. Brody gently lifted her off of him and together they snuggled beneath the covers and fell sound asleep. It was the best sleep he'd had in a long, long time. 

They married three weeks later in an intimate ceremony with about fifty guests at Claudia's house. It was a beautiful ceremony, too. She wore a white empire style gown, which hid her tiny tummy and carried a bouquet of pink and white roses. Her only jewelry: her delicate crucifix necklace. William, with his prosthetic leg, walked her down the aisle. 

It was a long walk, too, as he was not quite used to the new appendage, but well worth it. He looked into his sister's eyes and saw a peace so beautiful he cried as he whispered, "I know Mom and Dad are happy." When he placed his sister's hand into Brody's, and looked at Nicholas and Nolan and then over at Nina, holding Claudia's bouquet, William smiled knowing he wasn't losing his sister, but gaining a new family. 

Emily Denise Anderson was born seven weeks later on May fifteenth. She was six pounds, one ounce and nineteen inches long. And she was just as beautiful as her mother. 

Claudia went to college and got a degree in Art History and she and Brody would talk for hours about art. Many of those discussions led to intense love making. Which is why Emily was the first of four children Brody and Claudia Anderson had. 




Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 06



And as he watched all his children grow he couldn't help but thank God for bringing Claudia into his life. Yes, Shannon made a nuisance of herself when she got out of prison. But Brody didn't worry about it, he just let the attorneys handle it. And, 'Dia, Earth Angel' was a smash. His comics sold out as fast as he could draw the new stories. Life was good.

But let us not forget William. 

No, he didn't get his scholarship; but, he did go to college. He slowly let go of his anger and decided that God wasn't punishing him. And by doing so, the world around him opened up. 

He started to run again, something that he had always loved and even trained in hopes of becoming a paralympian one day. He became a physical therapist that's where he met a fragile, broken ballet dancer, named Erin. But that's another story..........

...{{Erin Durant opened her eyes and saw that damn crucifix dangling over her. William smiled, "Take my hand, Erin. Try again." God, how she hated him. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? She'd never dance again so why should she care if she could walk?...}}