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Wheeling Park Ch. 01

By: Ameaner



My name is Trudy. We won't mention any last names for reasons that will become clear later on. I was going to call this 'Trudy's Tail', but this is not just my tale (or tail) and please excuse the would-be word play; I've always had a slightly quirky sense of humour. Or, 'boring', as my ex-husband used to describe it. Apparently, everything about me was boring but, still, the woman he left me and our two children for didn't exactly seem the type to engage in sex while base jumping when I met her at their wedding reception a year after.

I suppose that was the event that started this whole thing off. It was the day after the reception, the one that I only intended to drop the kids off at, but actually attended for some unknown and God forsaken reason, when all of my self persuasion of how the event had no effect on me had worn off. I was depressed, watching Coronation Street, sitting on the couch with my legs up and folded under me, trying to enjoy this personal pastime as I had for years and, just lately, with a glass or two of wine and a package of chocolate fingers, (I love those!) when I suddenly began to wonder if Kevin, my ex, wasn't right about me. I sat forward, no longer looking at the TV, but right through the solid oak coffee table while my adrenaline surged slightly.

I was a thirty-eight, divorced, stay-at-home mom, as I'd always been in my nice big house, which Kevin paid for, with no friends and no life other than the phony ones I lived vicariously through on TV. And I'd always been like this, hadn't I? I used to tell Kevin that this was what normal life was, told him to grow up for years and stop wasting money while I,... just stopped.

Oh my.

On the TV, Steve said something quite witty and cutting at the taxi stand that I normally would have smiled at, but I only looked blank faced at the television, suddenly thinking about Kevin and how I'd dragged him down all those years. Kevin, who'd moved on.

Oh God, no. This couldn't be.

I batted the package of chocolate fingers from my lap and got up, looking across the room, not quite sure why I did beyond the sudden and simple need to move. I downed the rest of my second glass of wine as the storyline on TV cut to stupid, ugly Gail and walked quickly to the window for want of anywhere else, noting it was a very nice, early June day outside in Southern Ontario. They were predicting the first heat wave of the season to arrive in the next few days and there were concerns about power outages due to grid overload again,...

This thought was brushed away as I moved again, back to my thoughts of self, walking around my living room, pausing to stare at some ornament or something without really seeing it and realizing with further alarm that I'd always been boring, even in high school. I'd married Kevin after meeting him in my senior year, the only boy I'd ever dated, because no other boys would ask. Because I was boring. Kevin probably only asked because, at the time, he'd been having his severe under-bite fixed and the stainless steel braces screwed to his jaws made him undesirable to the more popular, exciting girls. If I hadn't gotten pregnant, he'd probably have dumped me the moment those braces came off but, instead, he went on to university to become a very attractive and successful corporate lawyer with a boring wife and twins at home.

I suddenly disgusted myself.

I stopped in front of a large, floor length mirror and took a good look for the first time in my life, it seemed, hardly able to look into my own pathetic brown eyes as they stared back.

I wasn't ugly, but not pretty either. I never bothered with makeup and my hair was just as boring as my face. Dark and long, the only thing it had going for it was its thickness and natural body. I'd gained weight since Kevin left. Not much, just enough to make me a little chubby with wider hips, bigger, (D cup now) softer breasts. I remembered a time when I worked out while I watched Coronation Street instead of gulping wine and cramming damnedable chocolate fingers into my mouth on the couch like the depressed, boring loser I'd become.

What followed was what I'm quite sure was a panic attack. I bolted for the front door, needing to get some air, but then diverted to the back of the house, through the kitchen for more private air. I burst the back door and stood for a moment before throwing myself into a deckchair on my veranda. I closed my eyes against a sudden need to cry, demanding that I stop feeling sorry for myself as my tears succeeded in leaking through my lids anyway. I'd wasted my life and I'd almost managed to waste all of Kevin's, too. Who could blame him for leaving me? At that moment, I'd have left me if I could have.

What was I going to do?

 I opened my eyes after a minute or two and the answer was right there. Slowly getting out of the chair, I walked across the warm, cedar stained decking, sniffling and wiping my tears, looking at approximately four tons of idea that my boring personality was, even then, railing against.

I went back inside the house, ignoring my personality, to the cupboard where we keep our coffee mugs and spare keys. The ring with the round, crystal keyfob stood out right away and I grabbed it and went back outside, down the stairs to the driveway and the side door of the long Winnebago parked there. Kevin had bought it shortly before our marriage fell apart in a last ditch attempt to salvage some life out of me. He didn't even want it when he left, said he couldn't bear to look at it.

I inserted the key, turned it and opened the door. It was hot inside, all the windows being closed, but I stepped in anyway. I took a fresh look around at the well appointed quarters on wheels before moving to the front of the vehicle. I grabbed the faded black and red 'FOR SALE' sign out of the windshield where it was propped and tossed it to the floor before hopping into the driver's seat.

Almost hoping it wouldn't, I twisted the key and it started right up. I knew it would anyway because I'd had to periodically come out and start it over the past year, checking the tires to make sure they were properly inflated and running it back and forth in the driveway a few times to make sure it stayed in presentable condition for a top dollar resale.

I shut the rig down, reached over to the glove box and removed the park brochures Kevin had spread out in front of me just over a year before. 'Victoria Park and Campground' was the one he was most excited about.

After opening all the windows and doors so the behemoth could air out, I went back inside with the travel information.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"What!?" they asked incredulously, looking at one another and back to me.

My twins, Jenifer and Jarid, had just returned with the groceries, because I was too boring to go out and do even so much as that, and were looking at me as if I'd taken total leave of my senses. From their perspective, I suppose, it would have seemed that way.

"Out to the camper with them!" I insisted, turning off the forgotten television and whatever else CBC followed their only good show with, one of my packed suitcases in hand. "I'll help you lug them in and then you two go pack while I put them away, fill the water tank and stow the deck chairs."

"Mom, you can't be serious! I'm starting a Summer job tomorrow so I can have my bike on the road in time for University this fall!" Jarid angrily protested. He looks like me in hair, eye colour and features, but with his father's build of lean muscle.

"And I'm supposed to be in hockey school this summer! You paid for this!", Jenifer charged, reinforcing what my doubts were telling me about how safe and easy my boring life was and how I'd miss Coronation Street,... almost enough to make me listen.

"Kids,...", I started, walking up to them. I put my suitcase down and smiled before going on. "You're eighteen, you've just graduated and both of you will be off to university this fall. After that, we'll probably never be together again and I'll just sit in this house and rot. Don't worry about this fall. I know this goes against everything I've ever told you, but we're going to live in the moment this one time because we'll never have this moment again and I'll never have this Summer with you again. Jarid, don't worry about your motorbike, it'll be taken care of in time, I promise. Bring it along if you like, there's a deck on the back of the camper that's sturdy enough and there's plenty of places to ride it where we're going. Jenny,... So, what?" I asked, throwing my hands up and shaking my head.

"I, I worked hard! Not everybody gets into-!" She looked at me like she wanted to slap some sense into me, a near copy of myself when I was her age in face and body except for her father's blue eyes, which she of course had to match up with blonde from a bottle. At least neither of them inherited my boring personality, not to mention their father's under-bite.

"So, bring your gear and ball and you can practice against your brother. There's always next year and it won't keep you off the team this fall."

"Oh my God!"

"You said it, sis! This sucks shit, mom!"

"Well, you're not staying here alone, so help me with these groceries and then go pack, because you're coming to Victoria Park with me whether you like it or not and that's final."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Well, it wasn't quite that simple, as you can probably well imagine. They almost drove me insane with their complaining and woes about this and that and how I'd ruined their lives while I tried to navigate traffic in the space shuttle without sideswiping any stop signs during right turns.

The first holdup was the mall because Jenifer's closet wasn't stocked with 'camping wear' and Jarid didn't have swim trunks or shorts because he was a 'garage guy'. I gave them five hundred of Kevin's dollars and told them to get what they needed and to meet me in two hours back at the Columbia, as I'd christened her after a close call with a skateboarder. I realized I could use the time to grab a few things for myself and for the trip, so I followed.

The first thing I bought was a hibachi. El cheapo, on sale and perfect. Charcoal, a lighter and some fancy bug repeller gadget finished my hardware list.

After a trip to the Liquor store, I went and got some summer clothes myself. Nice light, airy dresses, shorts (one rather nice, snug fitting denim pair), a couple of light, short skirts, summer tops, tank tops, and cammies. Finally, I agonized over the swimsuit. The little two piece number I was daring myself to get, or a safer (boring) one piece? I got both.

I was on my way out when I saw the lingerie section. I stopped. Cheap department store stuff, I grabbed a bunch of it with Kevin and his new wife on my mind, for some reason.

Wearing one of the summer dresses out of the store, a red one with black lacy panties and matching bra underneath, I left my old clothes in the changing room, feeling glad I'd shaved my legs that morning, and only packed my nicer clothes for this trip. I looked at the old green gym pants and flowery blouse, boring bra and underwear on the changing bench and I promised myself right then to throw out the rest of the garbage from my closet as soon as we got back home. Whenever that would be. I was proving that Trudy didn't have to be boring. On the way out, I grabbed a white sunhat just because, processed myself through the checkout and headed back out to the parking lot with a loaded cart and a smile that I noticed some men were returning.

Six hours later, deeply behind the lines of cottage country, I wondered if I shouldn't have had one of the twins bring the car behind. How were we going to resupply? Take the Columbia out every time? Then I began to worry about all the other things I probably forgot about before I left, though suddenly glad that I'd at least made a priority of properly shutting down the house.

These were also my worries at eleven fifty-three PM, as I rolled up to the gate at Victoria Park, right where the map said it would be. The gate attendant provided me with a new worry as he was locking up for the night. While the twins slept in the bunk beds to the rear, he told me that a reservation was required at least six months in advance to secure a lot for an RV. There were no penalty fees I could pay and no options. After convincing the now irritated attendant to guide me while I backed out to the secondary highway in the dark, I set off once again, this time without the foggiest clue as to where we were going.

I ended up at a dingy little fuel stop/convenience store on the side of the secondary highway, seemingly in the middle of the darkest nowhere on the planet but, incredibly, still open. I filled Columbia, went in and paid the rude, ferret faced old attendant, who said nothing in favour of staring at my chest, then moved us off to the edge of the parking lot for the night. It was late, I was tired and there was no point in going on without any idea where we were going.

After making sure all the doors and windows were locked, curtains drawn, I stripped down to my black panties in the rear bedroom and threw on a pink, satin babydoll to use for a nightgown, one I'd bought earlier that day which was obviously made for a woman with a smaller bust line, considering its lack of coverage. I crawled into the double bed at the very back, burrowing under the covers and closing my eyes, but not relaxing, thinking about going back, but I couldn't. The kids would think I was a total idiot. They might tell Kevin about the whole thing,... No, I had to go on because I was committed, wasn't I? I had just decided to check the map in the morning and make our way to a different campground when there was a loud rapping on the side of Columbia.

I was startled almost out of my wits. I scrambled for the housecoat I'd forgotten at home, hearing the twins also start awake.

"What's going on?" Jarid's still sleepy, but slightly alarmed voice asked in the dark.

"Hey!" somebody yelled angrily from outside.

"Dammit!" I hissed in irritation, turning on the light and grabbing a pair of white shorts I'd bought that day with the tags still on them. I quickly covered my panties with them and hurried to the door, telling the twins to stay where they were.   

"Hey, come on!" the voice demanded.

"Just a minute!" I called, wondering what the problem was and why I didn't have some sort of defensive weapon inside the RV, such as a gun or-

I swished the window curtain aside on the door and beheld the convenience store attendant, staring back as if I'd just burnt his house. I opened the window so we could speak.

"Who in hell said you could park your piece o' shit here!?" he demanded.

"I- I'm sorry, I just assumed that it would be-"

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't assume shit on my property! Now get your shitbox outta here before I call the RCMP!"

"But, there's nowhere else. Where can I go to-?"

"That's your fuckin' problem, lady. You bought your gas, now fuck off!" he very helpfully offered before walking away.

I was shocked, to say the least. Who spoke to people like that? Sure it happened on Law & Order, but that was New York and,... Dammit!

I unlocked the door, opened it and walked right outside after him, completely forgetting about the bouncing, braless chest and cleavage my babydoll showed off so well in my frustration.

"Excuse me! I called as I walked around the Columbia, trying to sound assertive and not entirely succeeding.

He was halfway back to his store, not even turning to recognize my hail. At the spot lit pumps, moths flying frenziedly in the light above him, a man who looked to be in his forties was leaning back against a large, dark, four wheel drive pickup, holding the handle while he fueled. He watched as my little drama played out.

"Hey! I'm sorry I parked on your land without asking, but it's late and we don't have reservations,...! I'm willing to pay to park for the night!"

He only shook his head, never even turning around, muttering something about 'rich townie assholes'.

"Dammit!" I hissed again, disbelief added to my irritation while a lump formed in my throat.

This was supposed to be a fun getaway and, so far, it was a disaster. I felt like an idiot and resigned myself to getting back on the road, maybe back on the main highway to pull over at one of those horrible rest stops for the night, where people reportedly engaged in all kinds of sordid-

"Mom?" Jenifer's voice called.

I turned and they were both there. Jarid wore a pair of basketball shorts, Jenifer a pair of navy blue cotton shorts and a light blue T-shirt. I was about to ask what they were doing outside the camper when Jarid's eyes widened. I didn't get it at first, until it clicked in that he was looking at my chest.

"Oh,... shit!", I swore when I looked down at myself. That lump in my throat grew bigger as I threw my arm over my chest. At least my nipples weren't showing, only practically everything else north of the equator. "What are you two doing out here?"

"We heard yelling." Jarid explained, seeming to have recovered himself and wanting to 'change the subject', so to speak. "Where are we? Is this Victoria Park?" he asked while he looked around with a wrinkled upper lip.

"What do you think, genius?", Jenifer asked sarcastically.

"Shut up!"

"Stop it, you two, that's the last thing I need right now! Apparently, we should have had a reservation for Victoria Park at least six months ago and we can't get in.", I admitted as I walked towards them.

"Does that mean we can go back home?" Jenifer asked hopefully.

"No, it does not! We're finding somewhere else to camp, is all! I just need to get us somewhere we can rest for the night so I can figure it out in the morning. Now get back inside, I've got to get dressed and damned well under way again." I said, now more depressed than angry about the situation.

"Uhhh, 'scuse me?"

I turned, the kids with me to find the man who'd been fueling his truck had walked nearer. He wore a flat toed pair of boots that crunched in the gravel under the weight of his muscular frame. He seemed almost ruggedly handsome, but more in the sense that his face had character. Maybe it was the black, neatly trimmed goatee, or the straw cowboy hat crammed on his head. His height, at least six feet tall, and his size strangely didn't intimidate as his voice and mannerisms were very forward and seemingly,... normal. He stopped, a respectable distance of about ten feet, I noted, and spoke.

"Couldn't help overhearing your um,... situation. You probably mighta guessed this, but the people around here are assholes."

"Well, I'm becoming familiar with that fact, yes."

He laughed a little at this and added, "Don't expect any help from anyone around here, at all. Not till you get at least a hundred klicks out the road, here."

"Oh. Thank you. I take it you're not from around here."

He shook his head. "London."

"Missisauga."

"I'm sorry." he said with a smile."

I smiled myself at his joke, suddenly aware again of what I was wearing underneath my forearm.

"So, ah, there's nowhere else for a hundred kilometers?"

"I'm guessing the closest kind of place you're looking for is Barkers Point Park."

"The place on the TV commercials?"

"Yeah. You might even get in if there's been a cancellation. You'd be there in,... five hours, maybe less."

"I had no idea I had to have reservations for these- Well, I thought I'd just go to a nice place, pay to get in and be there."

"Oh, no. Best to travel with the RV convoys if you want to do that."

"Do you have an RV?"

"I got a trailer and a fifth wheel." he said, poking his thumb over his shoulder at the large truck, still at the pumps.


Wheeling Park Ch. 01



"Oh. Um, do you mind if I ask where you're camping? Somewhere around here?"

"Bout ten klicks back the road here, probably eight or nine. It's a private campground, probably not your thing.", he said, eyes glancing swiftly to the kids behind me, then to Columbia and back.

"Why?"

"Well,... It doesn't have the amenities that say, Victoria Park has. No cordoned off swim areas with lifeguards, no swimming lessons for the kiddies, no manicured trails, public washrooms, stuff like that. Anyway it's private, like I said."

"So we can't get in.", I finished for him, downcast again after seeing a false ray of hope in salvaging this vacation disaster.

"Well,...", he said, shrugging thoughtfully, looking me over and then the twins. "You seem like good people,... If you want, just follow me back the road. You can stay the night, anyway."

"Hey! I said get the fuck offa my land!", the store owner shouted from the open screen door of his grubby establishment, cursing and waving at the invading moths before slamming the door shut to watch us from inside.

"Fuckwit.", I barely heard the big man mumble under his breath.

"Is- Um, is there anybody there at this hour? How will I get in?"

"I know the owner. Well, everyone there knows Elmo, but we'll get you into a lot and, when he comes around my place in the morning, I'll tell him what's happening and he'll stop in to see you. Probably just charge you a day's camping fee, or something. Don't worry, he won't rip you. Like I say, we all know him."

"That sounds great. You're sure it's no trouble?"

"Not at all." he shrugged. Who knows, you three might even want to stay. Name's Junior, by the way." he said, walking closer and offering his hand.

I quickly switched arms over my deep cleavage so I could shake the man's hand, blushing.

"I'm Trudy. I'm sorry about my- well, I was in bed and I had to rush to the door,..."

"It's okay." he laughed. "No offense, Trudy, but you seem like you had one of those days."

"You can't imagine." I laughed nervously. "These are my kids, Jenifer and Jarid."

"Hey.", Junior greeted, casually waving at the twins, who had moved up on either side of me. They each said 'Hi', almost in harmony and a little reservedly.

"Well," our seeming hero of the day finished, "I'll pay for my fuel and pull out to the road while you three get underway. Should probably get goin' before this asswipe really does call the RCs."

"Right.", I said, turning and hustling the kids along ahead of me, Jenifer looking back at the large man with me as I called to his back, "Thanks a lot, we really appreciate this!"

He waved casually over his shoulder without looking back, a gesture that advised me not to worry about it.

Just over five minutes later, this time properly dressed with a peach, button neck pullover, I hurried out of the RV, parked at the side of the road. Under a bright mercury light, there was a simple wooden sign, big enough to read quickly and easily while whizzing by on the lonely stretch of road that proclaimed our current location as 'Wheeling Park'. Junior was opening a padlocked chain that cut off entrance to a dark, narrow, dirt road through the trees as I began to hurry over.

"Junior?" I called, trying not to slip on the partly exposed, ribbed metal culvert pipe I saw in the headlights.

"Yuh?" he asked, dropping the chain on the ground.

"Uh, heh, I'm not sure my space shuttle will come down here."

"It'll be tight and you'll scratch some paint, but it'll go. Ol' Abner has a rig about this size and he gets her in. But, this is what I mean about it maybe not being your kinda place, you know?"

I looked down the dirt track, at Columbia and then back at him.

"I can get it down there, if you want." he offered. "I can get it past the culvert, but I won't be able to save the paint."

I looked back at the RV once again, imagining the kids in the front, invisible to me above the lancing headlights, but sure to be watching this. I looked back at him and shrugged, saying with a smile and a shake of my head, "I don't care about the paint."

It seemed funny at the time. I couldn't have said why as I looked at him, nor can I now, but he smiled back suddenly.

"You'll wanna stay. Tell your kids what's happening and I'll bring my truck in first before I come back for yours. You guys can help guide me in."

"Okay."

As we watched for traffic and guided Junior, who took the wheel of the great and mighty Columbia, I really doubted he'd do it. The kids must have felt the same way as they watched him angle the huge thing in and over the narrow culvert, because they smiled like I did when he actually accomplished the feat.

The kids followed our bright red tail lights on foot, me catching up after struggling to drag the chain back to the opposite iron post so I could secure it with the heavy padlock, fearing I'd break a nail in the process. He stopped when he came to his truck, put it in park and we sidled along between the trees and the RV, staying low where the evergreen tips weren't quite as thick, until we got to the door where he met us.

"I can keep on and put her in a lot if one of you knows how to drive a standard."

That let me out.

"Jarid can drive a motorbike, isn't that a standard?"

"Motorbike, uh? You're gonna love it here.

"But I've never driven a standard car.", Jarid said.

"It's nothing, put 'er in first and ease the clutch, the power'll do the rest."

"Uhh,... you sure?" Jarid asked nervously.

"Take your sister, your mum probably wants to ride with me to make sure I don't steal your RV.", he joked with a smile before disappearing back inside.

We looked at each other, Jenifer and I wearing reserved, although amused grins while Jarid looked ahead of the RV at Juniors truck, obviously fretting.

"Don't worry, honey, he seems to know what he's talking about. Just do what he told you." I assured.

"Yeah, c'mon, Nervous Nell. I thought you were this big 'garage guy'.", Jenifer teased, squeezing past and moving forward.

"I'm into bikes, not cars!" he retorted, following her.

I climbed inside, slamming the door behind me and wondering if I hadn't made a mistake here, but everything seemed on the up and up. He warned us about the locals and was very frank about what we could expect at this 'private park', and it's not as if there wasn't a sign, chintzy as it was. It was all one would need for a private park, just enough to mark the spot and possibly to satisfy any local licensing demands. There was even a light with a security chain.

As if reading my mind as I sat in the passenger seat, he asked, "Oh, sorry, did you happen to get the chain?"

"Yes."

An expression of mild surprise crossed his face as he did a double take, obviously having expected me to say no and probably prepared to run back out to do it himself.

"Good girl, Trudy. I hope you three do decide to stay." he commented, looking forward again to watch the twins hopping into his truck, both of them through the driver's side with Jenifer going first.

I sat there, somewhat flattered at the 'girl' comment and the approval of this man, of whom a teeny weeny part of me suspected of being an axe murderer despite the sign and the rest of it. Alternately, I wondered if he was married as the brake lights of his truck flashed. Jarid began to move forward and I suddenly began feeling guilty, thinking of Kevin and the fact that he'd bought the damned camper in order to save our marriage and now,... One hell of a time and way to try to get a life, wasn't it?

We set off, slowly following his truck down the track, listening to the branches scratching and screeching the sides.

Breaking the following silence that my melancholy mood produced, he asked, "Space shuttle, uh?"

I smiled ruefully. "Yes. The Columbia."

"Sounds like bad luck."

"Is that one of the ones that exploded?"

"Yup."

"I wasn't sure, I just picked the first one I remembered." I admitted. "Is it too late to change it? I haven't smashed a bottle of wine across her bow yet."

He grinned and answered, "We'll help you with that. We'll all vote on a name before you leave and whip a bottle of something expensive at the hood, how's that?"

"If you think it'll avoid an explosion."

This time he laughed aloud and I realized my sadness was gone. It was hard to be sad with such an easygoing, laid back personality around. I hoped he wasn't married, but how many single men bought a camping trailer and rented a lot? Possibly the type who runs around murdering people with an axe?

"So, Trudy, what would put you out on the highway with a new Winnebago and a couple of kids with no plan whatsoever?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Kinda, yeah. Like I say, you look like you had one of those days." he repeated. "Plus, the fact you got sales tags on all your clothes."

"Oh God! I complained, looking down and seeing he was right. It hadn't even occurred to me.

He slowed in order to navigate a tight bend, grinding into the branches. "Sorry.", he said apologetically.

"About my bad day or the RV?"

"Both, I guess."

"It's okay. In both cases. Yes, it was kind of a bad day. A shocking revelation, you might say."

"The worst kind. Divorced?"

"Yes. Yourself?"

"Married. The wife's back here at the trailer, you'll meet her sooner or later, if you decide to stay."

My foolish hopes around Monsieur axe murderer sank, but I replied, "You seem to think we will."

"Yeah. I hope you will. Like I say, you and your kids seem solid and it's cool to have new people here every once in a while. We're just a bunch of people from town, not everyone from the same town, but everyone knows each other through business, or whatever. We come out here to relax and have a good time without being bothered and just forget about the world for a while."

"Sounds nice."

"It is. Mostly because it's private and we can keep the garbage out. Sort of a summer family, you know?"

"Yes.", I said with a smile as any fears of being axe murdered went right out the side window.

We rounded another tight bend, the passenger side corner of the front bumper laying down weeds and short trees on the outside of the curve as he took it as wide as possible before straightening out and coming to some partially cleared land. To our right, I could see moonlight reflecting from the surface of a lake. To the left, patio lanterns and RVs in lots stretching down a row. After signaling a left turn early for Jarid, we turned and trundled down a rear path that serviced another row of campers.

"Nothing available in front and I couldn't put you there if there was, but the back lots are pretty big. Good for if you got stuff. Bikes, ATVs, a car and/or a truck, you get the picture."

I nodded.

"I'm down the end of the back row here, lot fourteen. I'm putting you in number seven, so you're surrounded."

"Surrounded?"

"Locals."

"Oh. Herd mentality, right?"

He performed another double take and laughed. "Yeah. We look out for one another here. I'm glad you get it."

"I watch a lot of TV. Discovery channel."

"Okay.", he chuckled as he passed an empty lot with a reflective '7' on a post, flashing the lights and coming to a stop as the kids did the same in front of us.

"You want it backed into the trees?" The Master bed is at the very back, right?"

"Yes, please do."

"Okay, you guide me in and we'll have you and your kids all snug in your beds inside a half hour. Bring me right alongside those white service ports stickin' outta the ground there, see them?"

"Yes, one minute." I said, jumping up and heading for the side door as the kids exited the truck ahead of us, again, each from the driver's side.

It didn't take long for Junior to get it parked, after which he shut it down and hopped out to join the three of us.

"All set." he reported, adding, "Keys are in the ignition."

"Junior, I can't thank you enough. You're a lifesaver and this place looks really nice, at least in the dark. I wish I'd brought some patio lantern, but I never even thought."

"Don't worry about it. Now remember, Elmo will be around tomorrow morning, about nine or ten o'clock."

"His name is really 'Elmo'?", Jenifer asked with a smile.

"Yup. I wouldn't laugh at him, though. Well,... you could, but I wouldn't. Hey, nice meeting you three, but I gotta run. I actually told Pammie I was going out for a pack of cigarettes and, after all this time, I can only imagine what she's thinking."

"Say no more, Junior. Again, a million thanks." I called as he was leaving.

"S'nothin', Trudy." he called over his shoulder while walking to the truck. "You three get some sleep and we'll see yas tomorrow."

The kids called their own goodbyes while we watched him go. It didn't matter if he was married or not, I happily realized. He was very friendly, he got us in somewhere that seemed nice, and that was enough. Even the kids seemed happy. Hey, it was an adventure, right?



Wheeling Park Ch. 02



I stepped outside while mom was in the bathroom the next morning, Jarid looking at me like I was making an attempt at the prison wall. In the cool, still dewy grass with my bare feet and the same shorts and T-shirt I slept in, I walked around in aimless circles, really just to feel the wet grass and look at my surroundings.

'Naturalized' was the word that hit me. Across the lane was the first row of trailers and RVs, only partially visible within all the trees that had been left standing. The lot we occupied was nice too, with a large shade tree and thick woods behind, bordered by a drainage ditch. In the not too far distance, I could hear a chainsaw running and two or more men talking from a different direction as the park woke up.

There was a sound a lot like Jarid's motorbike coming down the lane. It turned out to be an ATV being ridden by a big guy with long hair, beard and mustache, and a red headband. He looked surprised when he saw me, but smiled and did something that looked like a waving salute with a bottle of orange juice he was holding.

I smiled and returned a little wave as he went by.

It was nice there, I had to admit. Whether 'nice' was enough to dump my hard earned spot in hockey school down the crapper was another matter, but it seemed I had no choice either way. As for Mom, Jarid and I had come to the conclusion in Junior's truck the night before that she was going through some kind of midlife crisis thing that people talked about. That, or her mind snapped at Dad's wedding. I was a bit worried, yeah, but not like I was the night before, when we were turning off the highway. No, standing there at the time, any worries were more about her mental condition. She was acting totally unusual, standing on things she never would have before and a lot more decisive in a funny way. Like she was on some kind of mission.

But, as I looked around myself and after having met Junior, I had to admit that, next to hockey school, this was the best way I could think of to spend at least some of my Summer. We never were able to pin her down to a timeline, but overall mom had actually done good for someone who never left the couch if she could help it. I wondered if she even brought any of her Oprah magazines.

"Jen, I told you we're having breakfast, would you please get in here?" she called from inside the RV.

"Yuuup.", I agreed, walking over to the drainage ditch to look at the incredibly dense trees and undergrowth, imagining a time when there were no white people on the continent and the whole place was just full of trees, with no roads or-"

"Whatcha lookin at sweetheart?" a slightly rough voice from behind asked.

I turned to see an older guy making his way over the grass towards me. He looked like he was in his late fifties, or maybe early sixties, short legged, barrel chested, but a powerful looking man, nonetheless. He wore khaki shorts, a loud, half buttoned Hawaiian shirt, sandals and Foster Grant style sunglasses with an amber shade. He puffed from a cigarette as he joined me.

"Um,... I was just looking at how thick the woods are and wondering how the Indians ever got around."

He seemed to find that a little amusing and offered, "Well I'll tell you, it's a pain in the ass to clear and it goes back a ways from what we can tell. Lotsa pickery bushes in there, too, but it's all good for security."

"The locals?"

"Yeah. What's your name, sweetheart?"

This made me blush. The old guy had a funny way about him that made it okay for him to call me 'sweetheart', where I might have kicked some other old guy in the nads for it back home.

"I'm Jenifer. We got in last night, I hope its okay."

"Well now, who's 'us'?", he asked, politely.

"Me, my Mom and my Brother. We were kinda stuck for a place, but a man named Junior came along and let us in."

"He did?"

"Yup." Mom's supposed to talk to someone named Elmo this morning."

"Jen, I told you to get in here- Oh. Hello." my surprised mother said in the opened side door of the RV.

"You'd be Mum, I take it?" the man asked.

"Uh,... yes. My name is Trudy." she said, moving further from the door and offering her hand.

He shook it and replied, "Pleased to meet you, Trudy. Name's Ollie. Just got in last night, huh?"

"Yes, I'm afraid we were unprepared for our little vacation."

"Nice rig ya got there. The branches didn't do her any favours, though."

"Thank you. The scratches are alright, these things are meant to be enjoyed, right?"

"That they are." Ollie smiled.

"Would you like a coffee?"

"Sure.", he accepted, his entire face now embracing his smile.

"Please come in. Jenifer, you too, I'm not telling you again."

"Yup.", I answered, following Ollie into the RV. This guy was interesting.

Once Jarid was introduced and we were all sitting at the booth table, Ollie with a coffee, he asked, "So, Jenifer tells me Junior let you in."

"Yes.", Mom confirmed, "I sure hope it's okay with everyone, he did tell me that this is a private park."

"It's okay." he said with finality. "Damned good coffee, thanks."

"Oh, please, think nothing of it."

"Junior's my pup, by the way."

"Oh, really? I bet it's good to spend time with your family in the summer at a nice place like this."

"We love it out here." Ollie agreed, nodding. "Junior and some of the boys even come out in the winter with their skidoos. Gonna get himself killed on that bastard thing one of these days, but the older they get, the less they listen."

I expected Mom to faint at his casual use of the word 'bastard' in front of us, but she barely winced, was more surprised and amused than anything.

"Tell me about it. You should see these ones, it's like I'm not even there when I speak half the time."

"I blame those idiot computers."

"Yes,...", mom said, "But, it was the TV for us, wasn't it?"

He laughed a little, shaking his head and explaining, "I got a whole god dam box of World War Two videos and shit that I watch over there at night."

Moms smile darkened just a little at this as she looked down for a moment.

"I'm right next door on your right, by the way. Feel free to come on over and say hi to Shelly and me sometime, you kids too."

"Thanks, we will. In fact, if it's alright with Elmo, I'd like to stay on here and try out a cheap little hibachi I bought yesterday, maybe later this evening, once I figure out how to pop the sides of the RV out and everything else. You and Shelly are more than welcome to come over, we've got plenty.

"Mighty neighbourly of you, Trudy. And like I said, you're in if you want. I'll tell Elmo."

I was just finishing up the breakfast I'd bolted with Jarid, both of us watching and listening to this conversation, when someone called from outside.

"Hullo!"

"B'right out!" Ollie called, getting up and taking the mug of coffee with him. Mom, Jarid and I followed him out the door to meet who, I guessed, was Elmo.

Far from the cuddly, orange critter from Sesame Street, this guy was big and tall. Taller than Junior and, while not as finely muscled, stocky and solid nonetheless. Green eyes, short dark hair with a slightly graying beard, I guessed him to be in his early forties, but I was never a great judge of older people's ages. He stepped forward with a huge, beat up work boot that went with his short sleeved jackshirt, ruined blue jeans covered in woodchips and a dirty old cap that said 'Harley Davidson' on it as Ollie introduced us. We all shook his large, calloused paw and then Ollie started taking over.

"Trudy and her kids would like to stay for a little while, so why not give her a week to week billing deal- if that's good with you, Trudy?"

"Um, yes, that sounds ideal." mom agreed, listening to Ollie pave the way for us.

"This way," the older man went on, speaking to Elmo again, "if they decide they wanna stay, Trudy can just pay in advance later on when she wants."

"Okay.", the giant owner agreed readily. "The lot rent is a hundred bucks a week, you good with that?"

"Yes, that's great, way lower than at Victoria Park."

"Another thing that's better here than at Vicky is that we're clean. Nobody litters here, so if you go exploring in the woods, you gotta pack out everything you bring in and there's garbage barrels all over the park here."

"Of course, I Understand, that's only reasonable. Kids?" mom asked us.

We both nodded and said we understood, still in awe of the giant, I think. (Who would say otherwise to a guy like that anyway, right?)

"We got no lifeguards, so the general rule here is that nobody swims alone." Elmo went on. "And if someone can't swim, they gotta be supervised by two people who can, unless they're over twentyfive."

"You all swim?" Ollie asked?"

We all informed him that we did, to which he nodded.

"Okay,", Elmo went on, "we do have our organized events, so people can party without bugging others, but you're okay the rest of the time too, as long as your music isn't too loud and there isn't a lot of hollering, just common sense stuff, right?"

Mom nodded, understanding 'low key' if anyone on the planet did.

"Basically, just as long as you don't mess the place up and try not to get on peoples nerves, you're good. Jarid, Junior tells me you got a bike."

"Yes.", he answered, nodding.

"Here's the rule, Jar': Keep it quiet at night and you're alright, make your noise during the day and you're still okay. And keep the speed down in the park, got it?"

"Yes.", he answered again.

"Good. Whaddya got, anyway?" he asked, looking around the lot.

"Eighty-four XR 250." Jarid answered hesitantly, yet still with pride in his tone. "It's tied to the back of the Winnebago."

"Cool. Dirt bikes are the only rice-rockets we don't look down on here."

"You don't go fuckin' off on that thing without the boys around, dear." Ollie admonished with a severe finger at Jarid. (Mom never even said anything about this language!) "The locals don't like us here. You won't even see Elmo taking his machine out alone, so don't you,... got it?"

"I got it.", he assured, looking like he'd suddenly found himself on a different planet and probably taken by surprise at being called 'dear'.

"I see you got no car.", Ollie said to mom.

"No, and I was actually wondering how I'd resupply. Something else I'm afraid I forgot about."

"Just as well, cause the same safety rules apply in town as in the trails. You three need something, you ask me, Junior or Elmo here and, if we don't have it, we can get it, or take you out to get it with the boys. You go see Junior about gas for your bike, dear."

This was almost amusing, despite the severe tone he used when warning us about the locals. These people were very different from any I ever ran into, before then.

"Don't any of you go wandering off from the boys when you're out and don't associate with the locals, no matter what they sa- What are you smirkin' about, sweetheart?"

I started, my smirk gone as he pointed at me.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"You just nothin, this is serious shit."

"Junior says they had a run-in with Mathis at the station last night." Elmo told Ollie.

"Listen to him, Jen, you too, Jarid." Mom said sternly.

"You listen too, Trudy." Ollie said, pointing at her now. "No offense, but you three stick out like a sore thumb and they,..." He paused, regarding the three of us in turn from behind his Foster Grants before dropping his finger. "Just don't leave the park without the boys, not even all three of yas at once, until you're ready to go back home."

"There you are!" a female voice said from around a tall hedge of trees. "What in hell are you sounding off about at this hour of- Oh! New people! Hello, my name is Shelly!"

Shelly, the woman Ollie mentioned earlier and who I figured was his wife, was about his age, plump, friendly faced and possessed of a bust line that dwarfed even Moms and mine put together. They were huge, probably with their own gravitational pull, still with some lift and bouncing up and down slightly as the curly haired blonde hurried across the lawn toward us.

"Awww, there goes the neighborhood." Ollie moaned sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up, you old fart!" She said before cheerily introducing herself to all of us while Ollie rolled his eyes and dug out a cell phone.

After the laughing, the enthusiastic woman introduced herself to Mom, who obviously found her smile infectious, then moved on to Jared, pecking his cheek with her lips and actually hitting his chest with her knockers in the process. He looked like he was going to blow a neuron and I was smiling at this when she did the same thing to me.

"Yeah, whatcha doin?" Ollie asked somebody on the other end of his call.

"I'll run in and get the first weeks rent now, just one moment please." Mom asked Elmo before turning for the camper.

"Later. I got some shit to do and I don't want the money on me, plus I gotta get you a key to the gate."

"Well, get up to lot seven, Trudy's stayin' and she needs to get hooked up.", Ollie answered.

"Oh, but I don't have a car.", Mom said. "I probably don't really need a key."

"Then send the boys up, they ain't doin' anything." Ollie said to his phone. "And send Maddie with 'em on their way."

"We got plenty of vehicles and, if you're here for any amount of time, it'll Prob'ly be easier if you got your own key.", Elmo said.

"Okay, sure."

"Talk to ya later, bout three?" Elmo asked."

"Three's great."

"Well fuck, Junior, just send some fuckin' food along, how hard is it? ..... Yeah."

"Oh, please, please don't go to any trouble, Ollie.", Mom asked, her only answer being one of the old guy's hands waving her off as Elmo disappeared around the corner on some other business.

"Oh, it's fine, it's what they do.", Shelly assured her with a laugh and a more flamboyant wave of her own hand. "Is this one of those pop-out models?", she asked, looking at the Winnebago.

"Yeah? One sec- Elmo!", Ollie called. "Junior says we got spare lanterns?"

"Yeah."

"Can you grab em when you come back at three?"

"No prob, where's Junior?"

"Be at your place in ten. -Junior,... Yeah I just told him. Good, see ya later on."

"Ollie, do you know anything about pop-outs?" Shelly called.

"No, that what this is?" he asked, putting the phone in his pocket.

"Yes, but Trudy doesn't know how to operate it, shouldn't that be done before it's leveled?"

"Probably. You know anything about it, Jarid?"

"No, sorry."

"Well, go help your mum find the owner's manual and we'll see what the hell."

"Okay.", he said, glad to have something to do, it seemed.

He, Shelly and Mom went in as I approached Ollie.

"Can I help?"

He looked me up and down and said with a smile, "No, you're just a girl!"

"I'm not just a girl, I play hockey." I said with a big smile.

He laughed, saying, "Now that's just wrong, sweetheart. Listen, why don't you go put something on your feet and take a look around? Come back later, if you wanna help, 'bout two hours."

"Okay, Ollie."

"Go tell your mother you're going." he said, taking a drink of coffee, which had to be cold by then. "And remember, don't leave the park without the boys."

"I won't."

I stepped up into the RV where Mom was trying to serve Shelly Coffee and help Jarid find the owner's manual at the same time.

"Mom, Ollie said I could go walk around, I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Just remember what he said, don't leave the park!"

"I won't!" I yelled on my way out the door with a pair of orange crocs in my hand.

I should explain a few things about myself, here. First, I'm not the same person at home and around the neighborhood as I am at school. School is business, like hockey is business, and I take my studies every bit as seriously as Jarid does and like we've always been told to by both mom and dad, so we wouldn't end up as penniless street people, begging for cigarettes in a homeless shelter. So, when I'm at school, I don't 'hang out', other than with the girls on the team and, even then, only in the locker room. At lunch, I study, or prepare for afternoon classes with Jarid in the library and, if that sounds weird, or boring, that's just what it takes to graduate with honours, like we both did.

At home, once the school uniform is off, things are different. Once my homework is done, or on the weekends when I don't think it's necessary to study for some test or semester exams, I'll go out and you'll think I'm like any one of the girls, by the way I dress and act. Actually, I'm probably a little worse than the average girl because I, as people have said, am the aggressive type. I play Offensive Forward and hey, if you think the talk is bad in the boy's locker room, you should hear the girls. Sometimes, some of that locker room talk has surprised friends at home, not to mention their parents. I'd even once had sex with my ex-boyfriend, less than a year before, while I was pretty sure Jarid was still a virgin.

So, if you're wondering how I could go meandering about a strange campground wearing what I woke up in, all I can say is that it seemed natural for that place. I never even thought of it at first, not until I saw what had to be Junior's lot at the end of the row, judging by the big familiar truck in the short dirt drive amidst several motorcycles and ATVs. Remembering how big and attractive he was, I naturally thought to check my look and that's when I remembered. I would have expected Mom to say something about it, but I guessed it was such a busy morning that she didn't take any more notice than I did.

The thing was, though, those campers who I saw outside their trailers were dressed more or less like I was anyway, with housecoats and even a few nighties, proving that it was natural there which, in my mind, would only make it natural for me to act the same way. When in Rome. That's what they say, right?

A lot of these people would wave, even call out a 'hello' or 'good morning', and, while I was reserved in my replies at first, as the new kid in town, my greetings in return became more casual and sincere. These were very friendly and laid back people.

At one point, I was walking along the track in front of the first row, looking down at the water and wondering if it was okay to just wade in up to my knees alone, when I heard another greeting. I turned, shading my eyes with the edge of my hand on my brow.

"Hi! C'mere, hon!"

It was a black woman in a skimpy, lime green bikini with a white smile that stood out to be seen for miles, waving me over from under the awning of a trailer I'd already passed. My reserve returning in some measure, I walked back along the track and into the lot to see what she wanted with a polite smile on my face, despite those reserves.

"Day-um! a real live Barbie doll!", the tall, curvy woman exclaimed with a smile, looking me up and down. "You one of the ones that came in last night? What's your name, hon?"

"Yes, we came with a man named Junior. I'm Jenifer."

"Bull-shit, you're Barbie now." she laughed. "I'm Robbie."

"Hi, Robbie, how are you?" I asked politely.

"Well, I'd be a lot better if I could have my morning swim, but I don't think my friend was out of bed like she said she was on the phone. You swim?"

"Uh-huh."

Just then, a big black man, Robbies husband, I guessed, came out of the trailer wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs and nothing else. He did a double take at me and, embarrassingly, I did one of my own at the obvious heavy cargo those boxers held. Luckily, if either one of them noticed, they didn't indicate so in any way.

"Jet, this is Barbie."

"Shit, I guess she is!" he said with an appreciative smile, offering his hand. "How are ya, baby?"

Now I'm embarrassed, self conscious and a little paranoid about if they saw where I'd pointedly looked as I felt a flush coming. Not something that happens to me very often.




Wheeling Park Ch. 02



I took his hand, shook it and managed, "I'm fine, how are you?"

"Good, just barbin up some burgers. Want one? My burgers are the best in the fuckin park, guaranteed."

"Don't listen to that." Robbie said. "Every animal in this park with two legs and a cock says that, and everybody knows that I make the best burgers in the park."

"Pfft!" Jet replied, rolling his eyes. "Ya want one, Barbie?"

"No thank you, I just ate."

"Well, the next time you want a burger, come see me and I'll prove I make the best."

"I will." I said with an embarrassed giggle that I never even felt coming. At the moment, I was actually waiting on another chance to check out his stuff, ashamed about it, but looking for my opportunity just the same.

"And don't let Robbie feed you, she'll give you E-coli poisoning."

Robbie answered that with a slap to his ass, giving me an excuse for that quick peek, seeing his decidedly larger package (did I do that?) jiggle behind the semi loose cotton with the impact of Robbie's hand and his reaction to the slap.

"Fuck, that hurts!" he said, but kissed her anyway, giving me an opportunity to stare a little longer until they separated.

"Cook your burgers, me and Barbie doll are going for a swim."

"Yeah, yeah." he said, turning and walking a few steps to the black propane appliance, lifting the cover and whistling a bouncy little tune.

"Um, I didn't bring a suit." I told her, flushed deeply now with my secret offense.

"No panties under those little shorts? Anybody can see you didn't bring a bra, but you're okay with that T-shirt, and panties are the same as bikini bottoms."

I looked down, surprised to see that my nipples had become erect and stammered apologetically, but unable to flush any deeper than I already was, "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean,... I slept- I mean I just went out with what I wore to bed last night and I hope you don't think- I just didn't think."

Robbie shrugged, looking directly at my boobs, and said with her casual, white smile, "It's no problem, Barbie, dress however you want, look at me and Jet. So, you got panties on?"

I could only shake my head, involuntarily glancing at Jet's butt while he repeatedly jabbed the snapping ignition button, apparently to no avail, on the barbecue.

"So, go like that, it's all good, hon."

"Alright, I'm ready, let's get this over with for another day!" a somewhat thin woman of medium height and dirty blonde hair with a cigarette demanded as she came around the back of Robbie's trailer. Looking only a little younger than Mom, her left arm was completely covered in one big tattoo from her wrist up to her exposed shoulder and she wore a pair of mirrored, teardrop sunglasses with a yellow tube top and denim shorts. A small pair of waterproof, yellow binoculars hung around her neck on a cord.

"Oh.", she said, slowing a little when she saw me, then picking up her pace again to join us under the awning. "I don't think I've met you."

"This is Barbie doll." Robbie said. "Barbie, this is Carrie."

I shook hands with her and noted a slightly cautious grin until, "Barbie and her Mother and Brother came in with Junior last night."

"Fuckin, fuckin piece of shit!" Jet swore. (snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap-snap!) "Fuck! Robbie, why didn't you let me get a new one!?"

"Oh, Junior." Carrie said, smiling wider. "Yeah, well how are ya, Barbie?"

"Um, Barbie's not my real name." I said, finally beginning to feel my colour get back to normal. "But, I'm fine, you?"

"I'm doin' good. Yeah, I figured it wasn't your real name." Carrie said, shooting a sidelong glance at Robbie. "You know she actually has Barbie dolls? A grown woman of thirty-two years with a collection of-"

"So, what if I like to collect Barbie stuff?"

"Whatever, chickie, it's your money. Look, let's get your swim over and done with, I gotta clean the fuckin' RV later."

"Thought it was his Dick's turn." Robbie said.

"It was, I lost my free day in another damned bet. Don't ask, let's just go." she sighed, stabbing her cigarette out in an ashtray sitting on a nearby picnic table, a funny little smile underneath her exasperated expression.

"Uh, excuse me, but is anybody gonna help me with this?" Jet wanted to know, turned and looking at each of us while I vowed not to look at the front of his boxers again.

"Did you turn the propane on, honey?" Carrie asked.

He looked at her for a second before turning back to the barbecue, crouching and fiddling underneath it, then, "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"God, men are so stupid." Carrie said to me, rolling her eyes and shaking her head while Robbie laughed at Jet. "Let's go before he starts smashing it on the ground."

"Oh, real fuckin funny, Carrie, I just forgot! Fuckin women, think you're so smart!"

As I walked between them, across the track and into the wide strip of un-mowed grass bordering the beach sand, I was for some reason very aware that I never actually agreed to go for a swim. I didn't feel pressured in any way, but was still apprehensive about the prospect, still not having made up my own mind yet, but the further I went without saying anything, the more I felt bound to their assumptions.

"Why do you always swim in those tube tops?" Robbie asked, looking across me to Carrie.

"Cause my itty-bitty titties look bigger in them."

"If you think they're too small, then you should wear an itty bitty bikini top." Robbie argued.

"Women with small tits are better golfers." the other woman countered for some reason.

"What's that got to do with anything? You don't even play golf."

"I got a game at home on my computer that says different."

"Oh, shit!"

"So, where ya from, Barbie?" Carrie asked.

"Mississauga."

"Hey, me too. Robbie and Jet are from Brampton. So, what brings you three out this way?"

"Well,... Sort of a last minute vacation, I guess you could say. We were headed for Victoria Park, but they want reservations from like, six months ago, so we couldn't get in. We met Junior at a gas station when we were trying to find a place to park for the night. Nice guy."

"Yeah, Junior's a good guy. Cute, too. What lot did he put yas in?"

"Seven."

"Right beside the old man and the old lady, ho-ly fuck!" she laughed.

"You mean Ollie and Shelly?" I asked.

"Yeah, they're something else, you three will have fun. He'll make sure you're good with everything, too.

"Ollie and Shelly are big financial contributors here.", Robbie explained. "It was him who fronted the money to get the tracks cut through, the land cleared, and later on he put up a lot of the cash for the underground services, you know the septic, hydro and water."

"But, I thought Elmo owned the park."

"He inherited the property from his father about fifteen years ago and we started coming out, but Ollie's the one who really got the place swinging and he's the real big man around here. He's who your mom is really paying rent to, Elmo and his woman are just happy to stay here and take care of the place on his Dads land year round."

"Even in the winter?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah." Carrie answered. "Skidooing here in the winter is a whole different trip."

"Wow.", I said, actually quite impressed at how these people had seemed to come together to make Wheeling Park work. "So, you're open all year and you could like, come up here for snowshoeing, or cross country skiing, or skating, or whatever?"

"Yep.", Carrie said. "It's our home away from home."

"Cool.", I said."

"Totally.", Carrie agreed as Robbie jogged the rest of the short way to the water, whooping as she threw herself in headlong to start swimming. "There's a sandbar out there, just follow her and I'll be right behind."

"Okay.", I agreed, reaching the water. As it swirled around my ankles, I remembered something else about myself, something to do with swimming outside, which I do rarely enough that I do forget. Water makes me horny. I actually felt my nipples get even harder, my crotch getting a little moist, my muffin all spready feeling as I got in up to my knees, trying to ignore it, but suddenly wanting to giggle nervously, too. I threw myself in as Robbie did and began following in an easy, overhand stroke and at a pace I thought I could keep up for quite some time if need be, disappointed that the water wasn't cold enough to get my mind off my reaction to it, surrounding my body and the occasional thoughts of Jet in his boxer briefs.

It was the exercise that finally allowed me to clean up my thoughts. Before long, I began to tire a bit, proving how often I actually do swim, even in pools. And then I felt my fingers clawing at sand, so I stopped, gathered my legs under me and stood in water halfway up my thighs. Robbie was standing a little further on in water that was only almost up to her knees, looking at me as Carrie came along side.

"You made it.", she observed with a smile.

"Was starting to wonder if I would." I panted. "It's been a while since I last swam."

"Well, you seemed to do pretty well.", Carrie said, climbing the sandbar to join Robbie. "And you sure as hell look like you're in good shape. Come on."

It was pretty cool. It wasn't really far out, but far enough so that you'd have to shout to be heard from shore, and this position offered a view of the lake you just didn't get from there. Across the water and down a way, a long finger of land reached out into the water, pointing at the sandbar. Its surface was covered with the colourful movements of a lot of people and their things.

"What do you think?" Robbie asked, water still running in trickles from her long, soaked hair, over her shoulders, chest and back.

"This is really cool! It's like walking on water, or something, it's so weird to be standing out here like this!"

"I know, the perspective is neat." Robbie agreed.

"The really weird thing is how it's different from just sitting in a rowboat." Carrie said, looking around and squinting her eyes against the rapidly warming, late morning sun in the cloudless sky.

"Yeah,...", I agreed, noticing this now that she'd mentioned it. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the inhabited finger opposite us in the distance.

"That's Vicky." Carrie replied, taking the binoculars from around her neck. "Wanna see?"

"Victoria Park? Sure, thanks. Um,... How do I use these?"

"Just move the dial there, the black one. That adjusts the focus. They'll be adjusted pretty close anyway, so it won't take much."

It didn't. The place came into sharp focus, bringing much closer the trailers, RVs, tents, coolers, umbrellas and, of course, the patrons of the campground themselves amidst the 'amenities' that Junior mentioned they had the night before.

"Lotta people over there." I commented.

"Be even more later on in the season." Carrie answered.

"Yeah, but,... I've never been to a campground before this one, so I wouldn't know from my ass, but,... where are all their trees?"

"Exactly.", Robbie answered, sitting down in the water.

"Yeah, Vicky sucks shit." Carrie said, joining her. "Just a bunch of assholes who bring town and all their litter with them. It's a pigsty over there, compared to here."

"You've been there?" I asked, quickly scanning the area again.

"Oh, yeah. Anybody can go over and pay fifteen bucks to go swimming and use all their services and stuff. We'll take you sometime, so you can see it up close. For what it's worth."

"That'd be great. I'm curious, since I almost ended up there." I said, handing Carrie's binoculars back to her and sitting with my legs underneath me, knees spread somewhat under the water, hands on my thighs. I must say, this experience really was a lot of fun and I loved how these two women, older than me, were treating me like I was 'one of the girls', so to speak."

Now Carrie turned the binoculars on the opposite shore, scanning like I did. "Ah, there he is, like clockwork."

Robbie grinned and got to her knees in front of me, casually spreading her legs in the soft mud beneath us with her back to Victoria Park.

"Oh, and there's the big smile,...", Carrie said, laughing afterwards.

"They have binoculars and telescopes too." Robbie explained. "They're pretty curious, but they don't get to come over here, so sometimes we put on a little show for them so they know what they think they're missing."

"A show?" I laughed, wondering what she meant by this.

"Well, you know.", she said with a dirty grin, running her thumbs down along the inside edges of the narrow strip of bright green material at the back of her bikini bottoms. "Just a little something to make their imaginations run wild."

"Umm, So you mean there's people watching us right now?", I asked.

"One of em has his hands down his pants, Barbie." Carrie said, producing laughter from Robbie.

"Oh my god, you're kidding!" I hoped, suddenly aware again of my nipples.

I looked down to see them straining at the thin, light blue cotton material that was perfect for sleeping. I looked like one of those wet T-shirt girls on the internet (yes, I've checked out internet porn) with the shirt plastered to my perky, large C-cups like that, dark nipples clearly visible. How would I ever get home like this, what in hell was I thinking?

"Oh my god!", I repeated, covering myself with my forearms like mom had the night before in front of Junior, feeling my face reddening again.

"Don't worry about it, Barbie, you've got nothing to be ashamed of and it's just us girls. Well, them too, but they don't know you and they never will, so they don't count."

"He wishes he did. Fuck, buddy, slow down before it catches fire." Carrie commented.

I laughed aloud at this along with Robbie, despite my embarrassment of the situation, or maybe because of it.

"He sets up every morning to meet us." Carrie said. "Yeah, gets himself all set up behind his blind, up against his trailer with his telescope. Wanna see?" she sniggered.

"Wait till you see him." Robbie chuckled.

"Okay.", I said, knowing I would have to uncover myself for this, but, like I told them, I was curious, so I took the binoculars again, raising myself to my knees and putting them to my eyes.

"He's the guy on the right bank, closest to us at the edge of the grass, little white and yellow trailer with all the shit out front. Don't make it obvious you're looking at him, that might make him think he should wave or try to come over here. Just scan back and forth."

I found him. There was no mistaking him behind the seemingly haphazard blind of camping tarpaulins, coolers, a tent, a clothesline and other assorted and seemingly naturally placed things that would effectively cut off the view of his hand down his pants from all of those that surrounded him. He was jerking himself pretty energetically when I noticed he almost seemed familiar.

"Uh,... No way,..." I stammered, looking at the little dweeb with the familiar rugby pants and polo shirt, that black hair and big nose that earned him the name, 'Magpie'.

"What a little asshole boy, uh?" Carrie laughed.

"Uhhh,...! OMG! OMG!" I shrilled as the man did a little dance in his seat before relaxing, without taking the telescope from his eye.

They both laughed at my reaction, not understanding. I lowered the binoculars and quickly turned around, my jaw open but with a small, shocked smile at the absurd irony of what I was pretty sure had just happened.

Amidst their laughter, I said in a thin voice, "I,... I think that was Magpie! Oh my god, but it couldn't have been, no way that was him!"

"Magpie?" Carrie asked, laughing even harder.

Robbie grabbed me by the upper arms, also laughing harder and demanding incredulously, "You know him!?"

"I,...! I think that was my Guidance Councilor from high school, Mr. Lackey!"

That brought the house down.

When they could speak, Robbie managed, "You're shitting us, right?"

"I hope so.", I said. "It looked an awful lot like him and,... oh god, nobody has that nose, but him! Oh shit, I think it was! And he did,... it! Right in his rugby pants, eww!!"

"Oh fuck, this is too good! Carrie cried while Robbie was again incapacitated with laughter. "Look again and see!"

"No way!"

"Oh yeah, you have to! You'll never forgive yourself if you don't!"

She did offer a good point there.

"Are you going back there in the fall?"

"No, I graduated this spring, but still!"

"You gotta do it, Barbie, if not for yourself, then do it for us!"

"Oh shit! Shit! Okay, gimmie the binoculars, you're right, I gotta know!"

It was him. He took his face away from his telescope for a moment and it was clearly him.

"Oh, fuck me, it is him! Holy,...!"

I sat down again with a splash as they looked at me, both of them having finally recovered and knowing that what I said was true by the look on my face.

"Mr. Lackey just masturbated himself while looking at my wet T-shirt boobies and Robbie's butt. Oh- my- fuck, what are the chances? I mean, really?"

"Pretty crazy world, huh?" Carrie laughed. "It's okay, Barbie, you graduated, you don't have to go back and he won't say anything to anyone because he'll only get himself into a lot of trouble and he knows it. He probably didn't even recognize you with your hair all wet like that."

"I sure hope not, but you're right. Okay, just a bit of a shock, I think! I mean, holy shit, the Magpie!"

"I can see why you call him that." Carrie said. "You know, he probably 'masturbated himself', as you adoringly put it, while thinking of you before now, at school. You ever talk to him there?"

"Oh, yeah. I was on the girl's hockey team and he always wanted to use us for his stupid pep rallies and stuff."

"I'll bet he wanted to use yas." she said sarcastically, yet with curiosity in her tone. Hockey, eh? What position?

"Offensive Forward. I'm on the team at university this fall."

"Gonna go for the Olympic team?"

I shook my head. "I'm going to make the Olympic team."

Carrie raised her hand from the water, up in the air and pointed down at me while looking at Robbie. I like this girl."

I laughed, a little embarrassed at this, suddenly realizing that I'd forgotten all about Lackey and my unwitting performance.

"So, you're a tough little Barbie doll, huh?" Carrie asked.

I shrugged, still smiling.

"Any tats,... piercings?", she asked, leaning forward and raising the bottom of my T-shirt far enough to expose my un-pierced navel before letting go and settling back a little.

"Nope."

"Hm. A clean slate."

"No! You leave my Barbie alone!", Robbie yelled with a laugh, wrapping one of her arms around my middle and pulling me closer to her while warding an evilly grinning Carrie off with her other arm.

"She's a hockey player, you silly woman." she said, slowly and dramatically moving toward me. "She needs a nice bad girl Barbie tat. Maybe an eyebrow piercing,..."

"Back, evil witch, I won't allow you to spoil her! Whoever took her out of her original packaging should be hunted down and shot, as it is!"

"You know you can't watch her all the time, Robbie. Sooner or later, you'll turn your back and your nice, clean little Barbie will be allll mine! Mwhaa-ha-ha!"

Now I'm laughing so hard that it feels like my face will never un-smile again.

Quickly grabbing my foot and holding it in the palm of her hand as though it was Cinderella's glass slipper on a pillow, she lightly traced my ankle with two fingers, saying in a funny, put on voice, "One tat. Just a leetle,... nasty one?"

"No tattoos!" Robbie happily insisted, pulling me further away.

Carrie stuck out her tongue and blew, making that 'P-p-p-pp-ptt' sound before splashing us with both hands. "Okay, what about this brother of yours? How old's he and does he have any tattoos or piercings?




Wheeling Park Ch. 02



"Yeah, what's his name and what does he look like?" Robbie asked from behind me with her arms around my middle.

"His name is Jarid and he's my age, eighteen. Twins."

Carrie grinned while Robbie exclaimed, "Twins! I can't wait to see him!"

"But, tats or piercings?" Carrie asked again.

"Not that I know of."

"Oh, boy. I run a tat parlour, by the way. There's just something about you clean slates,..."

"Well, you can have her brother, but not my Barbie doll!"

"Oh, her brother might as well start thinking of his tattoo now. How 'bout your mom?"

"I don't think she has any tattoos, either. No piercings, except for her ears."

"How old is she?" the beautiful black woman, whose arms I comfortably reclined in without a second thought about it, asked.

"Thirty-eight."

"This gets better and better." Carrie said almost gleefully. "Think she'd like a nice belly button ring?"

"These days, who knows?"

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged, pausing to find a way to explain without spraying Moms personal business all over the park with my mouth. "Well, she kinda took us by surprise with this trip. It's never been like her to do this kind of thing.

"Good for her that she did it, then." Carrie said.

"Yes, if she didn't, you wouldn't be here and I'm really glad you are." Robbie said.

"Me too." I agreed. "The people here are so friendly. I never make friends like this. I don't think Jarid even has any friends."

"He does now." Robbie said, stretching her long legs out around me in the water and starting to play with my wet hair, stroking it back as if I really were a Barbie doll.

"So Barbie,...", Carrie asked, that evil grin coming back, "What's with the nipples? You cold or something?"

"Oh my god." I uttered, covering my face.

"What?" Carrie laughed.

"It's just this stupid, weird thing with water, okay?"

"You're an aquaphiliac? Oh, wow, kinky Barbie!"

"No, I'm not!"

Carrie laughed, pointing and stating, "Oh, yes you are! You denied that waaay too quick and, if it weren't true, you wouldn't even know what an aquaphiliac is. I'll bet you googled it and read all about yourself, didn't you?"

"Oh my god!" I repeated, trying to hide my face. (That's exactly what I did!)

"So, you're horny as hell right now, aren't you? Fuck, I just love this, aren't you just lovin' this, Robbie?"

"Yes, but stop teasing her, you're making her all self conscious."

"I know, it's cute. I wonder if Jarid is too?"

"Oh no!" I screamed into my hands, laughing as well and, once again, red as a beet.

"Oh, it's no big deal!" Carrie reassured. "Hell, I wish I was an aquaphiliac.

"This is so embarrassing! Nobody's ever found out about that before now!"

"That's life at Wheeling Campground.", Robbie cheerfully sang.

We sat like that talking for a while before they walked me all around the 'the bar', showing me the edges and giving me a pretty good idea of the depths and warnings of where abrupt drop-offs were before I wondered aloud at what time it was.

"Time for a cigarette." Carrie asserted.

"It's about eleven thirty, maybe quarter to twelve." Robbie said after squinting at the sun. "Why, got an appointment?"

"I told Ollie I'd be back to help in a couple hours and that was about ten."

"And I gotta clean the RV.", Carrie sighed.

"Okay, let's go then." Robbie suggested, walking towards our shore and adding, "I'll help you with your RV, Carrie."

"You just made my platinum Christmas card list. Come on, Barbie, let's get you back to shore and dried off before you rape someone's zucchini." 



Wheeling Park Ch. 03



So, that first day, I learned how to extend the pop-out sections from the sides of our Winnebago before I could even get a pair of jeans on. Those crazy tits of Shelly's made that a nightmare in my basketball shorts from the night before, but I finally managed to get away from all the hubbub long enough to change into a pair of black jeans and an old, gray button up shop shirt I got at the thrift store with a cool emblem over one pocket that said, Freightliner. Of course I had to get rid of the opposite one that said, Saleem, as soon as I got it home.

Okay, so I'm changed and walking outside just in time to see a beat up old Ford truck carefully nosing into the lot under Ollie's un-needed directions. When it stopped, a couple of rough looking guys in shorts and T-shirts got out of the cab, another out of the back with a big German Shepherd.

I'd say this was the first odd thing about Wheeling Park that grabbed my attention.

Ollie came around to take the leash of the dog before approaching me with it. I looked at this large, oncoming, strange animal with very little trust and a growing fear.

"It's okay, dear, this is Maddie. She's a good dog, aren't ya, Maddie, aren't ya, girl? Just put your hand out so she can meet you. She's smart, don't worry."

If I knew this was going to happen, I'd have stayed in the damned RV, but here's all these tough guys hanging around and what the hell else could I do, other than hightail it back into the Winnebago? And what in hell was this 'dear' thing?

I carefully stuck my hand out, palm up like Ollie demonstrated, so the canine could rip my fingers off. Thankfully, it only took a quick, sloppy lick at them before it settled its jaw in my hand.

"Heh, heh!" Ollie laughed heavily. "See that, now you can pet her, just slip your hand up there. There you go. Now, that dog is posted here as long as you guys are, once again, on account of the fuckin' locals. Everybody here who ain't allergic got one, so stuff doesn't disappear at night."

"Okay," I said, seeing the sense in this, considering what was loaded on the rear cargo deck of the RV.

"So, just tie her up here tonight after we're gone, make sure you feed her and pay attention to her and she'll stay around without the rope after that, you got it?"

"Yes."

"Alright, you go with Jeffries here and he'll show you how to get your services hooked up while I introduce your mum to Maddie."

"Okay," I agreed as if I had any other choice.

I mostly worked with this Jeffries after that while the other two went about leveling the RV. He seemed like a good enough guy, about twenty-five or so, I guessed. He said he was there with his parents and went on and on about his jet ski, which was in the shop, but expected to be at the campground within the week.

After the RV was leveled, the other guys left, leaving me and Jeffries with Ollie supervising. We took the truck around to the front row and picked up a rough looking, but solid old picnic table and loaded it upside down into the wide-side box. After we got back, he sent Jeffries next door to his lot to collect his lawnmower and then there was this job, that errand and every other thing for us until Jeffries was sent home. Ollie then directed me in stringing the patio lanterns Mom wanted until the colourful things were strung willy nilly over the lot. Last, we assembled the hibachi she'd bought (with my tools that I brought for my bike, which seemed to impress the funny old guy) and ended up sitting in, what I had to admit, was suddenly a pretty cool little area with him.

Let me just stop here to give you my own impression of Ollie at the time, beyond Jenifer's accurate description of his physical appearance and where her sometimes stunned lack of abilities in reading people fails to do Ollie justice.

He's one of these high feelin' guys who are used to calling the shots and used to having that accepted by people around him, which I found isn't unusual in a lot of older guys, but it was more tangible in him. I got the feeling he had money, but preferred not to show it if he could help it. That said, I wouldn't have been surprised to learn he owned a Caddy, but that Caddy would be an older, well maintained model.

He was totally unconcerned about his appearance, standing there with his hairy barrel chest half exposed, cigarette sticking out of his head with those seventies style shades. This is something else I'd noticed about a lot of older people, that attitude of not caring, or of having given up, but with him it was different. If I ever met a guy who had nothing to prove, it was Ollie.

Overall, he looked like a smalltime hood from Las Vegas.

But that was just one side of him. He also had this sincerity that didn't leave any room for doubt in his word if he said something was for my own good, or that the dog would protect us, or whatever. And you knew he cared. No matter how he swore and grumbled at both Jeffries and me when we'd screw up something that he thought would have been foolproof, it was always 'dear' for me and 'boy' for Jeffries before he was over it and we were moving on, he demonstrating the proper way to go about the task without attitude or grudge. He was respectable, not just in the way a grandfather is, but because the other side of that respect was an innate sense of the man that anyone with an ounce of brains would get if they really paid attention to him. You didn't cross him.

I showed him sincere respect for all these reasons, but mostly I should say that the funny old guy just fucking deserved it and that was that. I answered him truthfully and simply and I did what he told me to do, because that was just the way his personality dictated things. Not to mention the fact that this whole situation had me a little off-gaurd to begin with. I've never cared for strange people, usually for people period, and while I felt totally out of my element, Ollie's direction actually helped me to settle in as a kind of individual, but essential cog in some greater gearbox, if you know what I mean.

Then, there's Shelly. Like her husband, she's impossible not to like, but for different reasons. She's best described as being 'full of life'. One very cheerful woman who loves people and making them feel welcome and at home. She was definitely the grandmother to Ollie's grandfather thing. Her laugh, the most careless and genuine you'd ever need to hear, floated out the windows of the RV as she sat in there talking to Mom, who seemed to love her almost right away. It sounds corny, but you could tell the woman just loved life and tried to enjoy every moment of it by spreading it to those around her.

Except for one instant, when I had to run into the RV for something. She and Mom were sitting across from each other at the booth, Mom looking upset, or depressed, tracing some invisible design on the tabletop she stared forlornly at while Shelly spoke in low, reassuring tones, reaching out and touching her forearm.

And of course, there's those huge tits of hers. My god! I mean, we've all seen them online and they weren't as big as the really ridiculous ones, but to be face to face with them was quite an experience, let me tell you. I found it almost impossible not to look at them. Okay, I could go on and on about them, how I wondered if her bra straps were made from the same stuff as cargo straps, or maybe bungees by the way they bounced when she walked, or how they could possibly still have any perk left to them,... You get my point, they were big and great despite her age and any man who liked big tits would be drawn to this ultimate example, just for the sake of them.

So, Ollie and I are just all finished, both of us smiling in satisfaction at our work, when in sashays Jen. I didn't really take note when she left, with all that was going on, but I sure noticed her return. She was still in what she wore to bed, walking quickly with a funny, bright smile on her face. Her hair and clothes were wet, indicating she'd gone for a swim, and this state of her clothing did quite a bit for her, to the point where I had to turn and walk to the back of the RV for want of someplace to run from this awkward situation, promising myself I'd pressure wash that image out of my mind later on, along with the one of how nice Mom's tits looked in her lingerie the night before.

"Hi, Ollie!"

"Hi, Sweetheart! You're back like you said you would be."

"Yup! I'm just gonna run in and change and I'll be all ready."

"Go see Shelly and your mum when you're ready, sweetie."

"Okay," she said happily before I heard the side door of the RV open, then close behind her.

I began unfastening the bungees that held a large blue tarp over my bike, so it wouldn't get covered in road grime during its transit on the ass end of the camper, hanging them on one rung of the ladder that led to the roof of the giant refrigerator on wheels. Ollie came around the corner just as I was neatly rolling the tarp on the grass, so I could bind it with the bungees for storage.

"You're pretty fastidious, aren't you?" he asked, puffing on his ever present cigarette and smiling down at me.

"Why do you say that?"

"The way you work. What you're doin here. ... And then there's this." he finished, just then noticing the Honda.

Dad bought me this used bike shortly after the divorce, along with a trailer that he kept at the house. He'd come out every weekend and take me out someplace where I could ride it, until those visits got further and further apart. So, I'd decided to make it road legal in time for university. Since I couldn't ride it in the meantime, that left plenty of time to actually go out and get my bike license, not to mention time in our garage with it and a shop manual I ordered online.

The result was buffed and compounded, shiny red plastic with black number plates, freshly painted black frame and a stripped and polished gearbox and cylinder head. All the aluminum everywhere, including the wheels were highly polished and the only thing that took away from it was the old blue seat and the previous owners damage to the tank, fenders and side panels that I couldn't make go away.

Before this emergency trip to cottage country, my plan was to have the signal lights and stuff that I'd bought all mounted, the bike on the road and legal by August. Mom's promises to that end didn't do much for me. I wanted to do this myself, not with second hand money from Dad that made everything all better. He got me the bike, that was enough and that's why I sold the trailer.

I summarized all this with Ollie by saying, "I had some time on my hands."

"What year is it, eighty,...?"

"Eighty-four."

"Fuck, it's an antique, by car standards. You do all this?"

"Yes."

"Good job."

"Thank you."

"Junior's pretty heavy into bikes and shit, too, you should go visit him."

"Down the end of the row?"

"Yeah," he said pointing. "Can't miss the place, looks like a fuckin' parking lot."

I grabbed the bungees and started binding the tarp with them while he lightly tugged on the ropes that held the Honda fast.

"Holy shit, dear, what kinda Cowboy Bob knots ya got here?" he laughed around a cigarette.

I couldn't help but grin, remembering how I looked critically at them myself before we left.

"I know, but I had to make sure it wasn't going anywhere. I figured I'd worry about untying it once we got where we were going."

I tossed the neatly bundled tarp aside for later storage and stood beside him as he replied, still laughing good naturedly.

"Well, you accomplished that, alright. Jeez, I never seen nothin like this, I can't even find an end."

"Well, there's one down here under the deck, tied on the back of the frame and, since that's the last knot I made, I guess I'll start there," I said, getting to my knees so I could slip underneath.

Ollie amusedly plucked at one of the ropes in the mishmash of webbing that covered the bike as if it were a guitar string while fishing in his pocket. He came up with a medium sized jackknife- with knuckle guards on the handle. Odd little thing number two.

"Take that, I'm bettin' you'll need it."

"Oh,... thanks, I just might."

Between the both of us, we managed to have my bike down in about ten minutes, most of that time spent undoing my mess so that the rope would be useable again, rather than just cutting it. He really was pretty strong, too. He had me steady it by the seat and handlebar grip while he picked the front up by the fork tubes. We rolled it along on the back wheel until the skidpan wouldn't drag on the edge of the deck before he put the front wheel down on the grass with some mild cursing around the cigarette jammed between his lips. Then we just let the rear end drop down and that was that.

"Got gas in 'er?"

"I got about three quarters of a tank and a full five gallon can in one of those storage boxes at the bottom." I said, gesturing to the lower quarters of the RV.

"The women'll be out in a minute or two with some food, bring er on around and have something to eat before you go out. Put around anywhere you want, just don't leave the park without some of the boys with you." he repeated.

"I won't."

He tousled the top of my head and said, "C'mon."

As I walked the bike beside him, he began extolling the virtues of Brill cream and almost had me convinced when, a short time later, Shelly emerged with Mom and Jen, carrying plates of covered food, some prepped for the hibachi grill.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Less than an hour later, I was putting around like Ollie'd suggested. I began by touring the back row, the whole way waving back to people who would glance at the sound of the bike, expecting to see someone they knew, I suppose, then doing a double take, but waving anyway. It made me a little uncomfortable, what with the thing I have about people and all that.

I recalled our dinner, sitting at the picnic table beside Shelly, Ollie on her other side with Jenifer directly opposite me, Mom beside her. Mom and our new neighbors talked along like they'd been friends for years back home while I watched Jenifer paying attention to them. I wondered if Mom saw what condition her condition was in when she returned earlier, even wondering if she'd say anything if she did. It didn't seem to phase Ollie one bit, but,... What was going on with that? Was she even aware of what she looked like? It just wasn't like her to go parading herself around like that, at all.

Ambling along in second gear, I remembered how she caught my eye once as Ollie was explaining all the reasons why Ignatieff was too inept and incompetent to ever get the Liberal party off its knees. She flashed a quick smile before taking in my expression and changing hers to one of questioning curiosity, brows raised and silently asking, 'What?' I looked away, deciding to forget about it.

At the end of the row, I did see Juniors lot, it being the parking lot Ollie had described, but beyond waving back to a small group of guys standing in the dirt driveway around five or six Harleys, I had no interest in the place right then. I navigated the right turn, heading towards the water and to the front row, and noted a large, permanent building close to the water that looked like it had been there forever. Behind it and further up the bank, was another permanent building, one of those mini-homes with gray cedar shingles and, other than these two, I'd seen no other homes or buildings that couldn't be towed away quickly and easily.

I waved back to someone else and was beginning to feel like a paranoid jackrabbit with a throttle, sitting forward with my knees just below and beside the tank, feet perched back and under me on the pegs as if there may be cause to sprint away at any time.

Someone was yelling my name.

I looked around and saw the someone on the back deck of the large old building, waving his arms in my direction.

It was someone big. Elmo.

At least I'd been introduced to him and it looked like he was alone, so I headed in that direction. I stopped and left the bike on the kickstand beside a muddy ATV in a small parking area out front, before proceeding up the steps to the wrap-around veranda and around back to the waterfront side. I found him tearing through a plank across two sawhorses with a handsaw like it was a loaf of bread. He finished with it a few moments later and looked up while putting the saw down.

"Hey, Jar."

"Hi."

"Help me out with something?"

"Sure, what?"

Gesturing to the long plank seating that surrounded the high deck, he said, "Gotta bolster those railings without getting' rid of, or covering the old thin planks we got there now. So, I got some pieces here to hang between the vertical posts behind the railing, but I need someone to hold one end while I get them nailed up."

"Okay."

"Right on, man. Here, grab an end. Fuckin heavy, so just take your time when we're getting it in place."

"Yup."

We got it in place and I asked while he hammered, "How come you have to leave the old planks?"

"Well, we like the place to look like it always looked."

"I don't get it."

"We don't want things to change out here. This building- this is the club, by the way-this building used to be an old barn in Hull. We dismantled the barn, trucked all the wood here almost ten years ago and built the Club with it."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Pretty fuckin' cool, huh? Okay, I got it," he said, taking my end from me so he could nail it.

"I can hold it from over here while you nail it."

"No, it's cool. So anyway, yeah,... we built this club like it was always here and people don't want anything to change about the place."

"Now I think I get it. Hard to imagine, though. One year it's a barn in Quebec and the next it's a Club in Ontario cottage country."

"Yeah, I know- you son of a whore!" he cursed under his breath at a nail he'd bent. "-I know, but I've heard of whole castles being taken apart and put back together exactly the same way they were, and on a different continent."

"Jeez,... The logistics,..."

"Right," he said, pointing his hammer at me while grabbing another nail from his carpenter's apron. "They had to mark each and every block. Our little project was pretty easy, compared to that. Hardest part was tearing it down, but a bunch of us went out and made a party out of it and, from there, we just had to get it all loaded on a fuckin' pulp truck and off it went."

"Guess you can never tell what'll happen when you end up in Hull."

"It's a Hull of a thing, alright." he laughed while bashing another spike home. "Will jokes about Hull ever get old?"

"Hull, no, not as far as I'm concerned." I answered with a sudden grin. I liked this guy.

By the time we were finished with the railing, we were both drenched in sweat under the hot, mid afternoon sun, him more than me.

"Fuck, finally! Hey, help me lug my tools up the house and we'll have a cold beer."

"Sure. What about my bike?"

"Just leave it, locals only come around at night if, they're gonna, and I'm just up the hill here, anyway. Fuck, it's hot! If the wife wouldn't take a conniption fit if she caught me, I'd take off my shirt. You imagine we're looking at a heat wave in a day or two? They're sayin' it could go on for weeks, too."

"Yeah, but there's the lake."

"In a week, I wouldn't be surprised to see all of us livin' in that fuckin' lake."

We climbed the gradual slope to his house, by way of some old plank steps that seemed to grow out of the ground, and walked around back where there was a short, level drive that exited to the back row. The rear wall of his place was edged with a deck that was low enough not to need railings and had some old wooden kitchen chairs lined against the wall. All the curtains seemed closed and the sound of some old seventies soft rock came from inside when he opened the door and I followed him in.




Wheeling Park Ch. 03



"Trixie, this is Jarid, Jarid, Trixie." Elmo introduced.

A woman who'd been sitting with her face hidden behind a computer screen in the gloomy interior suddenly stood. My eyes being used to the outside light, I could barely see anything in there at first.

"Oh, you're one of the new people! Come in, come in! Sit right down in my little parlour, young man!"

She came closer, grabbing my hand and taking me deeper into this tomb while Elmo clumped off somewhere in the dark.

"Visitors are excellent, but surprise visitors from new people are so much better. Have a seat," she said, ushering me into a chair at what seemed like a dining room table in what must have been their front room.

"I, uhh, I'm sorry, I can't see anything."

"I know, darling, just wait until your eyes adjust from that horrid sun and you'll see fine," she replied while the sound of a refrigerator door slamming shut preceded more heavy boot falls.

"Trixie's got a really bad allergy to sunlight, so she's gotta stay inside in the daytime with the curtains pulled and everything." Elmo's voice informed me as it came closer.

"Except if it's a really dark day with total cloud cover and rain, fog, all that stuff." said Trixie's voice, settled across the corner of the table.

At this point, my eyes had adjusted enough to somewhat clearly see the can of beer being held out to me. I took it and thanked him before he walked away with his own and slumped in a low couch. I opened the beer and took a sip, enjoying it immensely, closing my eyes and wiping my own sweat off my brow with my sleeve when she spoke again.

"Oh, here, darling, you'll like this."

She leaned forward, taking the beer can from my hand to roll it slowly across my brow with both hands. Now, I could see much better and found myself looking at a woman whose skin was so pale, it almost glowed when my eyes focused on it in the gloom. In total contrast, her hair and makeup were all black, lipstick, eyeliner, even her nails. Goth girl. Or, in this case, Goth woman.

Did I mention that the flowing, see-through robe and extremely low-cut, pushup bra beneath it were also black? Yeah, that got my attention too. I froze in shock with nowhere else to look other than her face or her deep cleavage. I franticly wondered if Elmo would appreciate the joke that whipped through my mind about being between a rock and a hard place.

"Niiice, huh?" she purred."

"Yup," I managed, having decided to focus on her neck.

The TV came on, lighting her up even more. Aside from the very awkward fact that the top of one of her nipples was showing, there was the revelation that this woman was an awesome beauty. That didn't help a growing situation in my pants and I breathed an inner sigh of relief when the big man's wife backed off, putting the beer back on the table in front of me.

"Better?" she asked with a coy look.

"Yeah, thanks." (for everything, but please don't get me torn in two by your husband?)

"So, Jarid, how long are you staying with us?" she asked with her 'special demeanor', for want of any other possible description of it.

"Um, I don't know."

"Sounds like a long time."

"Heh, yeah. Umm,... so,... what happens if you go out in the sun, like today?", I desperately asked while a recorded show featuring Harley Davidson drag racing started on the TV.

"I get very ugly burns all over my skin and it makes me really nauseated with the worst headaches. Takes me a long time to get back to normal again, weeks sometimes. I'm allergic to the heat and those UV rays and stuff."

"Oh. So, you never ever leave here during the day, at all?"

"Not unless it's an emergency, and even then I go under specially prepared transportation. I'm an extreme case."

"Has it always been like that?"

"Since I was ten years old."

"I can't imagine."

"Oh, it's not so bad. Once I accepted it and got over the jokes about Elvira, I got into it. Now, I only go out at night and there's enough people available around here during those hours to socialize, plus I'm the bartender at the club. Come by after the sun is down and you'll find me there."

"And you sleep in the daytime?"

"Off and on. I take day visitors at certain times. Like you. Now, where are you from?"

"Mississauga."

"Oh, what a pity! Still, you can always move out when you're old enough. How old are you now, Darling?"

"Eighteen," I answered, judging her to be a little younger than Mom, but it was really hard to tell. She had that ageless quality that they bragged about in women's face cream commercials, probably from never having been fried in the sun.

"There, then. You'll soon be out on your own and living somewhere nice. So, you got a girlfriend?"

"No."

"No? A handsome young man like yourself? Lucky me!"

I laughed nervously at her joke while she beamed at me, then I asked, "Um, you mentioned someone's name,... when you talked about people making jokes,..."

" ... Elvira?"

"Yeah, who's that?"

"Who's Elvi-? Baby," she asked, turning her head to face the couch, "what are people teaching children in school these days? How can a red blooded young man like our Jarid here, not know about Elvira?"

"Well,... let's see; is she even still alive?"

"Yes, it wasn't it wasn't anywhere near that long ago! No matter, my sweet." she said, turning back to me. "In fact, it's all the better, because now, whenever you hear the title, 'Mistress of the Dark', you'll think of me first. No, a careless society tried to deprive you of Elvira, so I'll step in to take her place. I think she'd be proud."

"Okay," I said, helplessly grinning now while that nipple still peeped at me from behind her bra.

"You like scary movies?"

"I guess. I don't watch a lot of TV."

Speaking of the TV, there seemed to be a break in the racing so the viewer could watch a very top-heavy woman laughing while her bare boobs vibrated on the tank of a high revving Harley.

"Well, you'll enjoy watching movies with me and I have a new current favourite that's just perfect for you. Best of all? I have the sequel, too and it's just as good. So, what are you into?"

"Bikes, mostly."

"Motorcycles?"

"Yes."

"Do you have one?"

"Yes, it's out there." I replied, gesturing in its general direction through the wall.

"Right on. So, what else are you into?"

I hate when people ask me this stuff, because there really is nothing else. Usually, I just make something up to make them happy, so they go away because it's not like most people really care anyway, but this time it didn't seem appropriate, so I only shrugged my shoulders at her.

"Well, what would you like to do when you get out of school, have you graduated?"

"Yes, this spring. I guess I want to take Engineering at university this fall and I picked the right courses, but I really don't know what field yet."

"Wow, that sounds interesting. What about art?"

"I can't draw."

"But, if you're interested in Engineering, you must be interested in art. Do you like it?"

"Sure. I mean, I like what I like, I guess. I don't get some art, like that Campbell's soup can that funny little guy did."

"Andy Warhol."

"Yeah."

"I'll bet you'd like my art. Would you like to see?"

"Okay," I answered, feeling a bit more comfortable with her now, despite the peeping nipple I was still struggling to ignore.

She stood, picked up her chair and turned, lugging it over to a computer and revealing the micro thong under her translucent robe. After that, I was pretty glad it was dark in there. She was perfect. Her image burned itself into my mind and there was no way that was going to be pressure washed away, but that was just the beginning.

Thankfully, I had a chance to adjust myself when neither of them were looking before I took the seat she moved for me, she sitting in her office chair in front of the computer beside me. She exited an online Lingerie site and went to her desktop, which featured that famous image of Marilyn Monroe standing over the heating grate with her white dress blowing straight up, except in this version, she had both upper and lower canines, long, sharp, and white. Bright red blood dribbled down her chin and over her billowing, white dress and the broken body of her hapless male victim lay at her feet. The whole thing was a reproduction in computer art, stunning in quality and detail, easily provoking both turn-on and revulsion.

"This is mine. I finished it a month ago."

"You did this?"

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"Totally,... wow. Are you ever good."

"Thanks," she said with a smile before going into her computer and opening a file of images, all of them done with the same detail and artistic signature as her desktop.

A few Goth vampire chicks in various states of undress; evil fairies with claws; an old mansion with the sun setting behind it, horrific details of a scene in front of the building only half visible with the dramatic lighting.

Then there was stuff like,... A woman in a half shredded business suit being raped by two alien gorilla-like things; a smiling woman in a tattered evening gown, arms and legs wrapped around a giant penis, completely covered in cum; a nude woman on an exer-cycle that plunged a dildo in and out of her as she pedaled; a desperate looking woman with a ball gag bent over a chair, boobs pulled out of her shirt, skirt pulled up, panties down and being penetrated from behind by a man with a huge dick.

The pics went on while I sat there, hard as a rock, drinking my beer and unable to say anything as she ran the slideshow of images until it was over.

"What do you think?"

"I don't think I'll ever think of sex in the same way again." I got out.

Trixie seemed to think this was pretty funny as she laughed with a low, sultry tone, saying afterwards, "Now there's a compliment. I have more stuff too, stuff I collaborated on with a chick here at Wheeling who's a tattoo artist and some self portraits, but I'll show you those some other time."

"Why don't you put a wrap on one, Trix? I gotta get goin soon." Elmo said, watching a slow-mo replay of somebody wiping a Harley.

"I have one, I was waiting for you. C'mon over." she said, opening the top right drawer of her desk and taking out a thin little cigarette. "You smoke, Darling?"

"I- No. I mean, I've never tried it."

"Want to?"

"Umm,..."

"You don't have to," she said, lighting it, puffing with those beautiful, full black lips as Elmo walked up behind.

When she held it out to me with a questioning expression, I just took it. I took a long drag like she did, passed it to Elmo and then coughed my lungs out.

They laughed softly and Elmo said, "Okay, you miss the next couple rounds."

By the time we finished it, I could only feel the beer I was almost done with and I wondered what the big deal was about the stuff.

"I gotta go collect a rent from Jar's mom and give her the gate key. Comin', Jar?"

I tensed my leg muscles to get up, opened my mouth to say that I was, when Trixie's hand landed on my lap.

"No, stay."

"I,... should probably-"

"Aw, c'mon. I have some very hard to find videos of supposedly real UFO footage that I want to show you and some other weird stuff that'll keep you up at night, like me. Stay, okay?"

I looked at Elmo, wanting to stay, but silently begging him to get me the hull out of there, for the very reason I wanted to stay.

He shrugged, saying. "You don't have to go. After I leave your place, I'm just going around to touch base with some people on this weekend's events, is all. Stay, if you want."

With these careless instructions and casual tone, he walked to the door and left while Trixie squeezed my thigh and fixed me with a happy smile.

"You'll be so glad you stayed."

Her nipple had worked its way a little further out from the top of her bra for a better look at me while she accessed the programs that held her saved videos, thankfully removing her hand from my thigh for this operation.

We sat there, she oohing and aahing at the neat footage, me with my eyes glued to the screen for reasons of propriety alongside those of genuine interest. After a little while, she yawned and stretched, sticking out her ample boobs. I couldn't help but watch as that erect nipple snapped out, the bottom half of her washer still in her bra. The joint I'd smoked, which had been creeping up on me, now seemed to take full effect with the beer as my heart raced.

"Um,... I should tell you something."

"What's that, darling?"

"I hope you don't get,... offended or anything?"

"What?"

"Well, I thought it was only right that I should tell you,... cause, if I were you, I guess I'd want somebody to tell me and it probably isn't right that-"

"Maybe you should just tell me?" she asked in a soft voice with a softer smile.

"You're falling out of your, um,... bra."

She looked down, then back up at me with the same smile. "I hope that doesn't embarrass you."

"Uhh-"

"You do like women, right?"

"Oh, my god."

"Not a very constructive answer." she teased.

"I'm- yes, I like women." I said desperately, trying to get control of my mind and this situation that, strangely, seemed like her artwork.

"Good. So my nipple shouldn't bother you. Right?"

I swallowed and admitted, "I guess not."

She yawned again and then stood, saying, "I'm tired. Come with me."

"With you?"

"Mm-hm."

She led me to a bedroom, hers I assumed, by the bohemian trappings, such as bead curtains and nature recordings. There was a light on, a dimmed lamp on the nightstand beside the big, comfy looking bed.

Trixie shrugged her robe over her shoulders and laid it over a chair, showing me her damned, damned hot, voluptuous body while I could only gawk. She led me to the bed, still smiling softly, serenely, so invitingly and began taking my shirt off, this act finally snapping me out of my little 'hips and boobs' trance.

"Wait, wh- what- I can't do this, I shouldn't be here." I managed, quite against my will, considering how I really wanted to be there to do that.

"What? I want you to nap with me. You can't sleep in your clothes, you'll make them stink. Plus, they're all sweaty and I don't want you wearing them in my nice clean bed."

"A-! See, this is what I mean! I can't,... get into bed with you!"

"Why not?"

"Because your husband Elmo, the great big guy that you might remember, will tear me limb from limb, is why! And plus, I like him and I don't wanna-!"

She moved on me quickly, touching my lips with two fingers and continuing with the buttons on my shirt, warmly explaining, "I suppose I've played with you for as long as I can, in all fairness. Don't fret, darling. Elmo brought you here because he likes you. He knows how picky I am about the people I take my naps with."

"You mean,... You can't be serious."

"Why couldn't I be?" she questioned, pushing my shirt off my shoulders.

"Because,... because,...! Holy, holy moly, I don't believe this is happening!"

"Fine, you're dreaming." she told me as she started on my belt. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want, and I'd just as soon you took a shower first for that kind of nap, anyway. Just curl up with me until dark and I'll make you some nice scrambled eggs with pork bellies when we get up, how's that?"

"But, no, I'm,...! I have a-!"

"Oh my, Jarid, you wonderful young man!"

She was looking at the situation in my underwear that I was trying to warn her about in so many words. She didn't seem to have the same problem with it that I did.

"Another nice compliment."

"Oh my god, this is so,... I think I'm going to just die right here."

"Oh, don't do that. Just get in bed and relax." she said, sitting me on the bed and removing my pants from around my ankles along with my sneakers and sox. Her nipple had come completely out now and she was driving me wild.

Next thing I know, I'm in bed with her, the sudden horizontal position making my head swim.

"There. Isn't this nice?"

I could only respond with a small, nervous croak as she pulled in close with her arm around the small of my back, facing me and trapping my cock between our bellies.

"Um, put your left knee between my legs."

"Oh, my god."

"Come on, slip it through. No, further,... so my knees are resting in the crook behind yours. Yes. Ahh, that's nice. Hmmm. It's good for your lower back to sleep with a pillow between your knees, but this is a lot nicer. Don't you think?"

"Oh, my god."

"You already said that. Are you okay?"

"Sure. Oh yeah, Trixie. I'm lying in bed with,... your total awesomeness right on top of me while you're married to a giant that I just saw go through two-by-six planks with a handsaw almost as fast as I could've done it with a chainsaw. No problem, no none at all."

"'My total awesomeness'? Oh, you little dear! I'll bet nobody ever said that about Elvira. You're pretty awesome too, you know. Say, any tats?,... piercings? Oh, don't tell me, let me see for myself! Let's get that underwear off, hmm?"

"Oh, my god."

I can't describe to you what an awkward situation it was for me to be awoken by both Trixie and Elmo standing in the doorway. I won't bother trying to explain how it felt when I got over that initial feeling that people have when they wake up in a strange place, just before they think, 'Oh yeah,...'. No, just let me just say that it was the most screwed up moment of my life, save for my birth, which I don't remember. Judging by the effects of this experience, I can now see why people don't.

For their part, they didn't seem to have a problem with it while we ate our eggs and pork bellies. They sat there and spoke to one another normally and treated me as though I were any house guest who had not, in fact, just slept five hours with the beautiful, lingerie clad Lady of the house.

After an unfortunately insufficient amount of time passed after this meal, I told them I should probably be getting home and got up to leave.

"Only if you promise to come back and visit me. A lot." Trixie said with an inviting, yet innocent enough smile.

She came over to walk me to the door in her black bathrobe, her hair done up in a black towel, asking, "Promise?"

"You could be sleeping, I'd never-"

"Doesn't matter, just come in anyway. The house is never locked in the daytime and you know where my room is. Take a shower first, too, if you like. We'll play."

"Umm-"

"I won't let you leave if you don't promise."

"I think she's serious, man," Elmo said from the kitchen.

I looked at her and she nodded, smiling.

"Okay, I promise I'll come to visit you."

Trixie gave me a kiss on the lips for that, then purred in my ear, "If you don't honour that promise, I'll come looking. Wouldn't that be good fun?"

I was hard as a rock again, straddling my bike in the darkness. Someone, Elmo I guessed, had moved it to his rear deck where I was taking partial stabs at the kick starter in some kind of 'post first sexual encounter' state where I wanted to giggle, shout and say, 'Holy fuck!' in a loud voice and all at the same time just before exploding. Jeez, the woman had her hands all over me. All over.

Finally, I got the thing started after discovering that, in my shocked and still slightly buzzed state, I hadn't turned the kill switch on.

People were hanging around the lot, about ten or twelve of them. Mom seemed to be having a great time running food to people and sipping from a glass of wine while Jen was sitting on the fender of an old, bright red Camaro, talking to a blonde with one arm completely covered in tattoos.

Super.

I had to stand around mingling for quite some time, trying to act natural, as if I hadn't been out drinking beer, smoking pot and sleeping with married women. Overall, I think I accomplished that quite well, but then my sister approached with the tattooed lady.




Wheeling Park Ch. 03



"Jarid, this is Carrie, Carrie, Jarid."

"Hi, Jarid."

"Hello," I said politely, as our mom always taught us, adding a little wave.

"I thought you'd be blonde." Carrie said with a smile.

"Excuse me?"

"Barbie told me you two were twins."

I looked at 'Barbie' as she looked back at me with a congenial smile and a funny look in her eyes. "Bottle Barbie, I'm afraid."

"Oh, shut up you jerk!", Jen laughed, a little embarrassed, even though her colour change didn't bother her in the slightest when she first did it.

"Having a good time so far?" the other blonde asked, both of them with a bottle of beer in their hand.

"It's nice here." I answered with a polite smile, also just like Mom always taught us.

"Have a beer, Jarid." Jen encouraged. "Mom says it's okay, as long as we space them out to one every hour."

"She does?"

"Yeah, pretty crazy, huh? Better go grab one before she comes to her senses." she warned.

"Maybe later."

"Hey, guess what?" she continued.

"What?"

"Guess who's at Vicky?"

"Vicky?"

"Victoria Park, you can see it from the lake, guess who's there?"

"I don't know, who?"

"You'll never guess." she teased, a big smile on her face.

"Probably not, who's at Victoria Park?"

"The Magpie."

" ... The Magpie?"

"Yup."

" ... Mr. Lackey."

"Yup."

"How do you know?"

"I saw him with binoculars from the bar, it's a big sandbar a little ways out in the lake, and is it ever cool."

"Well,... what was he doing?"

"Camping," she stated.

"Okay," I laughed, noticing from the corner of my eye that this Carrie had been watching me while I conversed with Jen.

I was becoming agitated and I wanted out of there.

"Me, Carrie and Robbie are going for a swim tomorrow morning and you're welcome to come, if you like."

"I didn't bring a swimsuit." I said, flashing her a pointed expression I knew she'd catch.

" ... Well,..."

"I gotta go, sis. Gotta check in with Mom, maybe grab that beer. Carrie, nice meeting you."

"Likewise," she replied, looking at me just a bit strangely now, or was that my own paranoia?

Mom seemed a bit busy and I didn't want to talk to her anyway. I did grab a beer, but went inside the RV with it, standing to the side of the window when I got in and closing my eyes. Heaving a long and heavy sigh, I twisted the cap off and tossed it on the counter ahead of me as I drank, just glad to be the hell out of that situation. I had enough on my mind, after my recent adventure with Trixie, to have to worry about-

The door opened and Jen came in, alone at least. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against the 'kitchen' counter, opposite me, each of us looking blank faced at one another for a moment before she spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Jarid, you know you can't lie to me. What's wrong?" she asked again, folding her arms.

She was mostly right about that, but mostly I don't lie to her anyway. She's my twin and we just get along better than that. But misdirection is a different thing. Still a truth, though just not the right one, a strategy that her 'Offensive Forward' mentality never considers and always falls for.

"I'm a little bit tired and I'm still not really happy about having my summer plans fucked up."

Jen nodded, taking a drink of her beer and looking down at the floor while I looked at a cupboard beside her head before she toned, "Yeah, I know. When I think of what I missed out on,... But, you know what? This place is pretty cool." she said, looking up at me again with that smile I knew.

"It's different, that's for sure."

"Yeah, the people are like, right different, but cool."

"I've noticed." I said, taking another deep drink of my beer.

"So, what were you up to all day?"

"Hanging out at Elmo's place."

"Really? What's that like? Big moose heads mounted on the walls and stuff?"

"Something like that, yeah. Actually, I was helping him out with some stuff and that's why I'm kinda tired and I really need a shower."

"Sounds like you had a fun day, anyway." she observed.

"Yeah, I'm gonna grab that shower, though."

"We're all going to Junior's place a little later, he was here a few hours ago."

"I'll see yas down there. Just a shower and maybe a little nap first."

"You're soft and weak. You should get into athletics, bro," she teased with her old joke as I finished the beer off and put the bottle on the counter beside her hip.

"Yeah, yeah, who cares?" I answered with my time honoured response after swallowing, making my way to the bathroom.

I took the shower and got myself off in there pretty quick, thinking about Trixie. After that I fell asleep right away, once I was inside my inset cubby beneath Jen's with the heavy curtain drawn. Despite the nap with the great and absolute goddess of Goth, I slept right through to the next morning.



Wheeling Park Ch. 09



I dragged Jarid out on a walk the next day. Just a little walk around the Park, sharing a joint with his mother, who realized that she actually liked the stuff. I wore those denim shorts that my bottom hangs out of with a snug, light purple, short sleeved pullover and no bra because, in this case, his mother liked to think she was getting a reaction.

Jen's admission of her intentions towards Jarid came as a bit of a shock, even though I somehow knew she would say something like that. Yes, it disturbed me, yet on another level the thought of the two together in my imagination was somehow tantalizing. And I was curious about Jarid now, too. Liv and I had decided to just monitor the situation but, like me, I felt her imagination was teasing her to anticipation.

"I suppose you thought I was crazy when I packed you two into the RV and brought us out here."

"Something like that."

"Things have worked out pretty unexpectedly."

"You said it."

"I don't have much of an explanation for you."

"Liv told me about your moment. When we were out at the grocery store that day, I mean."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Y'know, Mom, like I say, Dad's a dickhead."

I had nothing to say to this. I'd never used the kids against Kevin and if Jarid had his problems with his father, those were his concerns and I was loathe to interfere.

"I'm just sayin,... I don't know." he muttered.

"Are you thinking about what he'd say if he were here?"

Jarid laughed and said, "I keep trying to picture him here. But, more than anything, I keep thinking that none of this would have happened if not for that stupid divorce. I'm not blaming you, or anything, it's just,... so screwed up, especially now."

"Would you rather we ended up at Vicky?"

"Vicky seems so normal."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know."

"Are you uncomfortable with me now?" I asked.

"Not exactly. It's more like finding out that Santa Clause does exist after all."

"I suppose. Like I say, I can't offer any excuse, or explanation."

"I guess you don't owe me one, anyway. Liv tells me it's like a dream here. A place where you can do what you want within reason, without consequences when you wake up and leave."

"She told me the same thing." I said. "Do you see it like that?"

"I can see how a person could take advantage and make that real when they're surrounded by likeminded people. I've had some pretty good dreams."

"I'll bet.", I said, actually wondering what those dreams may have been.

"I guess I just don't have the mindset for it."

"I wouldn't have thought I would,... well, I guess I'm just glad you're not outright disgusted with both of us. But, Jen is a little worried that you don't trust her like you used to."

"No, I just need to get used to the idea of who she is here."

"I thought so. How are you and Liv getting along?"

"Just fine, as long as I'm being a good little dog."

"It's not like that, Jarid."

"I don't feel like getting into it."

"Alright. I worry about you, you know." I said, putting my hand on the back of his neck and smiling at him as we walked. "What are you going to do about Jen?"

"I don't know."

"Well, do me a favour and keep it in mind, alright?"

"I will."

"Trudy, Jarid!" someone called.

I looked around and saw Dave and Dick, Carrie's husband, and a couple of other guys around an idling Harley Davidson in a trailer occupied lot. He was beckoning us in.

"Come on, let's go see what they want." I said, veering off the track with him behind me, headed for the group.

They were standing around smoking weed and drinking beer, Dick with a screwdriver in his hand.

"Hey, you two, have a shot." he said, gesturing to a medium sized toolbox behind him, in front of which was a quart of Crown Royal.

"Are you sure?" I asked him with a smile over the racket of the bike.

"Sure, I'm sure, you two hang out a bit. Got no glasses, though, but that won't bother Jarid."

I looked at him and noted his small, guilty smile, remembering how he was slugging the stuff back the night before.

"We'll have to have a talk about that, you and I.", I said half seriously, wagging an admonishing finger.

"Yeah, yeah."

Dave passed me the bottle and I took a drink. They all laughed a little when I gagged after barely managing to get it down, even Jarid, who took a drink after me.

"Thanks.", he said.

"S'no problem, Jar." Dick replied. "Hey, grab that Torex set and bring it here? Dark blue, plastic case- yup, that's it. C'mere and check this shit out, I replaced all my outer gearbox screws."

The liquid heat of that shot was working its way to my belly, the rye going straight to my head as I gasped, "Good lord, how can you stand that?"

"You just throw it by your tongue." Dave said. "What're you two up to today?"

"Not much, just a lazy day. You?"

"Tunin' Dickie's ol' Hawg."

I liked Dave. He was one of those big guys that were all man, the kind of guy that makes a woman feel like a woman, as cliché as that sounds.

"Why are the handlebars so high?" I asked, standing alongside him to look at it.

"They're called 'ape hangers'. It's an old style that's still cool."

"Loud and shaky." I observed, finding that I actually liked the appearance of the rebellious looking old thing.

"Yeah, Harleys are. You ever been on one?"

"No."

"Dick, mind if Trudy sits on your bike!?"

"-cause they fuckin strip out every time- no, go ahead, chickie!- every fuckin' time you gotta get behind-"

"Hop on, just don't hit anything with your foot."

"Umm,... Alright, it's pretty low, so I'll just,..."

With a careful, slightly awkward and less than ladylike maneuver, I hoisted my leg, bent at the knee, stretched it over the seat and put my foot down on the grass, straddling the wide engine now with my hands on the handle grips, smiling triumphantly as Dave and the guys seemed to take a fresh notice of me.

"Have a seat and give it a rev.", he advised.

I carefully sat, my thighs spread, hands up in the air and still on the grips. The vibration hit me right away, the hard, rhythmic hammering speaking directly to my groin, sending tingles down my legs when I revved it a little.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "It feels so powerful!"

Another guy gave it a much higher rev, a smile on his face as he watched me laugh during the deafening sound, trying to squeeze my thighs together a little.

"Like that, huh?" he asked.

"Yes, it's so,... raw. And it tickles my pussy."

"You got it, baby." Dave laughed as Dick spread my right thigh further to get at something with a screwdriver, he and Jarid's faces close to the powerfully thumping engine.

"-hard to tell with these old fuckers until ya know em, cause they idle so rough, eh? But, basically, what you're looking for is an idle that-"

"Wanna go for a ride when we're done?" Dave asked.

"Sure.", I said, looking at the deep red, metallic tank and the big, polished chrome speedometer mounted there as my nipples began to erect themselves.

They lit up a joint and passed it around, me taking turns as well as I stood again, leaning away from the machine in order not to drop any hot ashes on it.

"Fuck, Trudy, we usually have to tell people to be careful of that shit." one of the unknown men commented.

"What's that?" I asked around a lungful, passing it on.

"Never mind. Hop off and have another shot, honey baby. What do you drive at home, anyway?"

I carefully removed myself from the machine in the reverse manner that I got on, the men looking openly at my crotch as I did, (including Jarid) and said, "O-eight Honda Accord."

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" he groaned.

"What?"

"You should have an old drop-top Mustang. Panhead's the name, by the way."

"I'm Trudy, pleased to meet you."

"That SST Simmy has for sale." the other countered, looking at me as if sizing me up while I took the bottle.

"Fuck, she doesn't need that rotbox." Dave scoffed.

"It's a bracket racer, man, it's a fuckin' twelve second car."

"She doesn't want a bracket racer, she wants something- hey, you okay, Trudy?"

I was holding the bottle out, trying not to gag again while daintily dabbing at my lips, afraid my breath would catch fire when the joint came around again.

I answered, "Ughh-hh! Gaa,... Yes. (giggle) Uck!"

"You're gonna make her puke." Dick charged, standing now and pointing a screwdriver at Dave while Jarid single mindedly rooted through the toolbox for something.

"Oh, she's alright! You're alright, aren't ya, Trudy?"

"I think so.", I laughed, feeling more than alright.

"Well, give her a beer, Jarid too." the unknown guy suggested.

"Oh, no, we don't want to impose, we didn't even bring anything ourselves." I protested.

"Don't worry about that." he said, sticking out his hand. "Name's Gigi."

I shook it, replying, "Hi, Gigi. It's okay, I don't want to drink all your beer."

"There, she wants the rye." Dave said, as if proving a point while Dick and Jarid crouched beside the bike again.

"Actually, I think I might throw up if I have another drink of the rye, but it's okay, I'm good. Believe me, I'm good."

"You just don't wanna be a bother." Dave said.

"Well, that too." I admitted with another little laugh, brushing my hair out of my face.

"It's no bother, Trudy, but if it'll make you feel better, why don't you just suck some cock for beer?"

"What!?" I laughed.

"Suck my cock for a beer." he dared with a playful leer.

"Oh, my god!" I laughed nervously. "Well,... Okay."

Another thing I liked about Dave was his big, thick penis.

"Dave, you cad." Gigi laughed.

"Jarid, you want a beer?" Dave called.

He wasn't hearing any of this, only popped his head up from behind the bike and nodded with a polite, thankful smile.

"Kay, buddy!" he called, looking at me again after Jarid returned to what he and Dick were doing to say, "Course, that'll be two blowjobs."

"I suppose it would be." I gamely agreed, getting to my knees on the grass in front of him.

I could tell he was already hard as Gigi and Panhead watched me undo Dave's belt, both smiling almost as widely as I was.

I undid the buttons of his fly one by one, discovering he wasn't wearing underwear. I put my hand inside his pants and found it easily, pulling it out and stroking it, looking up at him before kissing the head.

"Lick my balls."

I began doing just that, stroking him the whole time, grabbing his cockhead and rubbing the top with my thumb, making his hips jerk a little while I rested my other hand on his thigh.

I'd sucked Kevin's penis and it wasn't anything I had an aversion to, but it was never any real big thing for me, either. Maybe because it was never any real big thing for him, I don't know. Usually our sex happened on a predetermined day, that being Saturday evening. Boring. This was different. Kneeling there out in public, sucking the hard penis of a man I barely knew beyond the fact that he was funny and friendly while his friends watched, my own son in attendance, was just grand.

I licked his scrotum all over, wetting it down with my tongue and lapping up again, in essence cleaning him before doing the same thing to his stiff member, beginning at the bottom and working my way to the top. By the time I got there, he was moaning out loud and I didn't look to see if Jarid had noticed what was going on, or if he heard over the racket of the bike.

I sucked at his head for a little bit, stroking his shaft with my hand before slowly going down as far as I could, massaging with my tongue, almost using it to draw him in further. I got as much in my mouth as I could and bobbed, my other hand now resting on his other thigh. Then I stroked him with my mouth, sucking and making those dirty slurping sounds before trying to take a little more of him.

This time, I slowly tried to drive his cockhead down my throat just a little way. I had to breathe through my nose, but I could do it. It was really just the gag reflex to overcome.

"Ummplk. Nnnnggk! Ogggggkk! Ahhh!" I expressed, bobbing and letting it out of my mouth.

I got my breath a little and tried again, this time knowing what to expect.

"Oh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck, baby! She's deepthroatin' me! Ahhh, shit, she's good!"

I worked my mouth down further, practically screwing his penis down my throat until my mouth and lips were spread, full of his girth and I knew I'd never get much more. I left it there, my eyes closed as I got used to it, carefully moving my tongue and trying to work my throat around it.

Without warning, he suddenly spurted his cum right down my throat. I choked and had to let him out just a little, but recovered quickly with a swallow. I massaged his balls and stroked him with my other hand, letting him pump his cum into my mouth as I swallowed.

"Mmmmpk. (slurp) Mmmmm. (gulp) Ummmmmpp. (slurp) Mm- (gulp) Hmmmmm-mmmm.", I moaned around his big, squirting shaft.

I made sure he was clean and pulled his pants back up for him, smiling at him while he recovered himself.

"Fuck, Trudy!" he said.

"Okay, that's Jarid's beer." I said, glancing over and seeing my son still behind the bike.

Apparently, he didn't even see, which made me smile a little wider when I looked back at Dave.

"Fridge is in the trailer, baby, go ahead." he said, gesturing over his shoulder at the medium sized towable. "You are somethin' else!"

"Thanks.", I said happily, sashaying by him on the way to the trailer.

I got one of the beer from the refrigerator and made my way back out again with a devilish grin the whole time. This was fun. I gave Jarid the beer, he thanked me and went back to his conversation with Dick as I walked around to the other side of the bike to where Dave, Panhead and Gigi were.

They shut the bike off and I asked, "Now who's cock should I suck for my beer?"

"I'll take that." Panhead volunteered, going for his western style belt buckle.

"No, no.", I said, walking towards him. "Let me get that for you, I love taking them out."

"Right on." Dick laughed, letting me know that this time Jarid had to be watching and having it confirmed a second later.

"Mom, holy shit."

I went to my knees in front of Panhead, turning to look at Jarid taking a drink from his beer as he watched, surprised, awed, but not quite shocked.

"I wouldn't complain." Dave joked, adjusting himself in his pants. "That's how she got you your beer."

"Jeez, Mom."

"You might even thank me.", I joked in turn as Panhead's cock fell from his pants and hit me in the face. "Oh! Ohhh, my, look at that! Mmmmm."

"Thanks, Mom."

I looked around at him again as he took another drink, watching attentively as Panhead lightly slapped my face with his rapidly hardening penis. I could see Jarid's hardon in his jeans.

"You're welcome, honey."

I turned and closed my eyes, letting him rub it all over my face, his precum sticking here and there. I left my jaw slack, ready for him when he grew tired of this exciting act. I was quite turned on now and I knew my nipples were proudly betraying that beneath the tight polo shirt.

He shoved his cock into my mouth at last and I began sucking. I opened my eyes and stroked his rock hard penis with my hand while I looked up at him.

"Did she swallow?" Jarid asked.

"All of it.", Dave ensured. "She's good. And so fuckin' hot. Look at her suck that cock."

"Oh yeah, yer mom's fuckin' deadly." Dick commented.

"She ever walk around in like, just her bra and panties at the house and that?" Gigi wanted to know.

"No, not really." Jarid answered. "Sometimes she wears nice bathing suits."

"Make ya hard?" Gigi asked.

"No. Well, yeah."

"You look pretty fuckin' hard right now, man.", Dave said.

"Oh fuck, she is good!" Panhead exclaimed, both his hands on the side of my head as I again experimented with deepthroating.

Panhead, not being as big as Dave, was able to get more of himself into my mouth and I was surprised when his pubic hair touched my nose. I carefully bobbed there, making those little choking sounds.

"Oh my fuck, this is so good!" Panhead asserted.

Before long, I was swallowing his hot load as well. I fastened him up again with a smile and went to get my beer.

Back at the group, everyone was in good spirits. I opened my beer and drank about half of it in one shot.

"Slow down, that's a blowjob a beer." Dave joked.

"That's alright, I enjoy it.", I said.

"The beer, or sucking cock?" Dick asked.

"Both.", I sleazed. "Will you take me for a ride on your bike if I suck yours?"

"Deal, baby."

I walked right over to the other side of the bike where he stood beside Jarid and wasted no time. Down came his pants, out came another nice hard penis, and then down I went.

"Oh my god, Mom."

"Mmmmp, mmm, mmmmm, (slurp) ummmmpphh." I replied.

"Holy shit, she loves it!" Dick said. "Look at her go, Jar, holy fuck!"

I was so horny my bottom felt like lead. I was soaked down there and was suddenly glad I wore the pink lace panties under my shorts, rather than none at all, which I'd considered while getting dressed.

Almost immediately, I tried to deepthroat him. He was a little bigger than Panhead, but nowhere near as big as Dave, so I was able to get quite a bit of him in my mouth and down my throat, but not quite all. I took a little break from this to kiss and lick under his balls, pumping him with my hand the whole time as I lost myself in this lewd act right in front of my son.

I leaned into him, grabbing him so I could pump while I busily slurped away, tasting his precum and anticipating another ejaculation into my mouth. I loved the feel of the surprisingly forceful jets of seed hitting my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, the back of my throat, but most especially the roof of my mouth.

I stopped long enough to lick up and down the front of his cock, holding it by the top and working the head with my fingers as I wrapped my mouth around it as though it was an oversized pencil.

Before long, I felt him getting close. I deepthroated him again, as far as I possibly could and held him there as he emptied himself into me, the lovely feel of his twitching penis in my throat making me all the hornier.

"Ah, fuck! Ahhhh, fuuuuuuck!!" he groaned as I swallowed it all, sucking him clean as he pushed himself in and out afterwards.

After doing up his jeans for him, I stood and bragged, "Three nice big ones and I never spilled a drop."

Everybody laughed and toasted this as I grabbed another drink from my beer.

"Well, a deal's a deal, Trudy." Dick said. "You ready?"

"Not yet." I said, looking at Gigi. "Jarid may want another beer while we're gone."

Jarid's jaw fell as the rest of them cheered and clapped. A laughing Gigi and I approached one another. He was actually quite handsome in his own unkempt way and I went to my knees right away to take him out.

I took it in my hand and kissed the very head a few times, his precum sticking to my lips. I licked the rest off as he came to his full size in my hand.

Cock. There's just something about it, what can I say? Those proud, hard, completely erect things that represent aggression and accomplishment in society, yet so vulnerable and such a joy to please. I loved seeing my hand on it with my rings, pumping dedicatedly while I sucked at it, as though the creamy results were the fountain of youth. Yes, there's just something about it and, before Wheeling Park, I never got that.

This time I played here and there, sucking, licking his balls and taking one carefully into my mouth before deepthroating him. I made it nice and sloppy with long, thick lines of my saliva sliding down his cock, running from my lips, down my chin and on the front of my shirt as I moaned, the others watching.

"Ah, fuck, you guys weren't kidding!" Gigi gasped as I tried to pleasure every part of his genetalia at once.




Wheeling Park Ch. 09



This time, I held his cockhead just past my lips, creating a seal with them as he came. I jacked him with my hand, feeling him splash every shot against the roof of my mouth, swallowing as I needed to while he jerked and yelled out above me. It was just fantastic.

Making sure he was clean, I did him up again while the others clapped and cheered some more.

I stood, downed the rest of my beer and said, "Now I'm ready for that ride."

They toasted me again while Dick shook his head laughing, mounting the bike and starting it while even Jarid laughed a little. I looked again at the one hardened penis in the group I had yet to suck, but put it out of my mind.

It was a great ride. I held on to his crotch with one hand, his chest with the other as he puttered around the Park and tore up and down the long dirt road to the culvert. What a lot of fun! The power, the wonderful vibration, wind whipping through my hair. It was easy to see why people liked riding and easy to imagine the freedom of the open road like this. I began wondering if Livy had a bike.

Back at the lot, we found everyone inside as we laughingly entered.

"You're back!" Dave yelled.

"Have fun?" Jarid asked.

"It was a blast!" I reported, taking the bottle of Crown Royal from Dave again as Gigi lit another joint.

They were watching porn, of all things.

"Eulllggh!" I exclaimed after my shot.

"She's getting better." Panhead commented.

"She's gonna be pukin' sick and her whole day will be ruined." Dick warned, stepping past me.

"No, I'm alright." I said, handing the bottle to Jarid, who looked like he was feeling pretty alright as well.

"Right now, you are." Dick corrected.

"Yeah, he's right." Dave said. "You should pass on that joint. I'll make ya a nice roast beef sandwich, how's that?"

"You'll make me a sandwich? What will I have to do for that? My lips are all numb."

"We'll work that out later. Woman cannot live by cum alone."

Everybody laughed, including Jarid, and Gigi invited me in from where I still stood at the door. I sat between he and Panhead on the couch, across from the TV screen where a woman was being felt up by two guys. They were standing in front of a big four wheel drive and the woman didn't look very sure that she liked this attention.

By the time Dave passed me my sandwich, for which I politely thanked him, one of them was holding her arms while the other was pulling her top up. It was actually a very good scene and I was still pretty turned on. I felt my nipples erect themselves even harder, longer while I chewed and watched without speaking.

"Nice tits, eh Jarid?" Dave asked, taking the twin to the small folding chair Jarid occupied.

"Oh, yeah." he agreed, eyes glued to the screen like mine were.

"Not as nice as your mom's, though."

By the time I was done the sandwich, she was being screwed very soundly and very much enjoying it.

"Do you look at porn on your computer, hon?" I asked Jarid.

He looked over at me, surprised, but a little too buzzed to be so uptight.

"Well,... yeah. Everybody does."

"Computers aren't good for much else." Panhead judged without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Is it like this?" I asked him.

"Sometimes, I guess. Maybe not exactly."

"Do you like this?"

"It's pretty good."

"It is.", I agreed.

"Turn you on, Trudy?" Dick asked.

"How rude." I joked with a chuckle.

"You should show us your tits." Dave suggested. "Jarid, you wanna see your mom's tits?"

"Uhh,..."

"You bet he does, look at how fuckin' hard the kid is.", Panhead said.

"What do you think?" Dave asked, looking at him.

"Ummm, excuse me,..." I laughed. "Is this about the sandwich?"

"Yeah. I wanna see Mom's tits."

"There ya go, Mom." Gigi said while I decided to just let this play out. "Jarid, you want another beer?"

"Okay."

"She'll have to pay for that, too."

Jarid and I looked each other right in the eyes and he said, "That's okay."

This was the moment I stopped denying my like mindedness to Jenifer's ambitions with Jarid.

I sat forward to the edge of the couch where I could sit straight for a proper display with my knees together. I smiled at each of them, including Jarid before pulling my top up over my breasts and to my neck. They whistled and had a good look while I arched my back for them, loving the attention, especially from Jarid who stared with a nice smile.

Dick handed him a beer and asked him, "So, now what does she do?"

"Uhhmm,... geez, I don't know."

"Your beer, your mom, you think of something." Dave said.

"Okay, Lemme think." he said, looking at me while I beamed back at him. "What about,...? I think she should let you guys all have a turn at them."

I opened my mouth and looked at him in mock surprise as the others chuckled in anticipation. He smiled as Gigi and Panhead pulled me back on the couch to take their turns at my breasts together.

Of course, I loved it. I let them kiss and lick them all over, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and sending tingles right down to my vagina.

"Ooooh. Mmm, yeah. Oooooh!" I murmured, arching my back for them again.

"Those are fucking beautiful tits." Dick observed.

"Yeah, those nipples,...", Dave added.

They drove me crazy. I sat there with my knees together, playing the game and catching snippets of video (now a young woman in a school uniform being pounded missionary style) and watching Jarid as he divided his attention between me and the screen. I wondered if the young blonde in the video was making him think of Jen.

After they were done with me, Dave and Dick took their places and I enjoyed another round of exquisite torture.

"Wow, she sure likes that." Jarid said.

"Yeah, she's getting' pretty excited." Gigi agreed.

"Wonder what else she likes?" Panhead asked nobody in particular.

"She wearin' panties, Jar?" Gigi wanted to know.

"I dunno." he said with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Do ya want to know?"

" ... I guess, yeah."

"Go find out."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, find out. Stick your hands down her shorts, or unbutton them, ask her if you want."

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned, wondering which he would choose as Dave nibbled in just that right way.

He got up and came over. Both Dave and Dick tweaked my nipples with their fingers as they watched him slowly unbutton the front of my shorts. He pulled the two halves of the fly apart and down, everyone grinning at the exposed, upside down pink triangle of thin lace between my legs.

"Ohh, Jarid honey,...", I breathed as he looked at me.

His hardon was bursting to get out as Dave and Dick removed theirs from their pants and began stroking them.

"Oh, nice!" Gigi approved.

"Take em right off, Jar." Panhead encouraged.

"Yeah.", Dave seconded. "Show us your mom's pink panties."

I didn't say a word, only writhed to the attentions on my nipples as we all watched him reach between the two erect penises at my thighs and pull my shorts down my hips, over my knees and off.

Dave and Dick spread my thighs, resting the backs of my knees on theirs as Panhead and Gigi got their penises out too.

"Oh, Mom,...", Jarid said, staring between my legs.

I only moaned out loud as Dave tugged at the top of them, pinching the narrow waistband between thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck, she is so hot!" someone breathed as dick gently rubbed my crotch.

"Let's get her up on the table." Panhead suggested. "Jar, check this out."

I allowed myself to be hauled from the couch to the kitchen table and be put up on its top on my hands and knees, closed thighs with my bottom on display. I looked behind as Jarid got lined up for a good view. The other guys had their pants off now and all of them sported a beautiful hardon.

"Look at her pussy, it's soakin' fuckin' wet." somebody noticed.

"Ohh, fuck, Jarid, look at that ass. Get your cock out and stroke yourself, man."

"I dunno." he hesitated.

"Why not, cause it's your mom? Who gives a shit? Look at those wet panties, fuck that's so nice."

I rested my cheek on my forearms, still watching Jarid's expression as he stared. He wanted to, I knew.

"Check this out, man.", Dave said.

"Oh!" I yelped when a finger touched between my spread lips, pressing at the wet lace a little.

Someone's hand started caressing the small of my back, softly moving lower to take the waistband and pull up, tightening the lace across my swelled lips, much to their appreciation.

"Take her panties off, Jarid."

" ... Really?"

"Yeah, man. Don't you wanna see your mom's hot little pussy?"

" ... Okay." he said.

"And take your pants off."

I watched as he complied, a little flushed as he removed his pants and underwear, finally letting me see his big, completely erect penis. We looked at one another again for a moment before he slowly peeled my panties down, leaving them at my closed knees.

"Oh, shit, Jarid, fuck that's nice!"

"Play with her pussy and get her revved up."

"Ohh!" I groaned as Jarid gently squeezed my lips together. "Ohh, yes! Ahh!"

"Man, she really is soaked. What a little doll, eh? Spread her legs, Jar."

I watched as he did this, pausing afterwards with a view of me I never would have thought he'd have just a week ago.

"Oh, my fuck, your mom is so sweet. Stick your finger in her pussy, watch her jump. She'll like it."

I did jump, a few times as Jarid's finger worked its way slowly, but easily into my soaked opening all the way to the knuckle and yes, I did like it. I loved it. He probed around, making beautiful wet sounds between my swollen, pouting lips. I groaned in a high voice, the side of my face now on the table, my hands flat on either side of my head.

"Oh, fuck yeah, look at her. Go ahead and lick her while you finger her."

"Nyaaaa! Ohhhh, honey, yes!" I wailed as he did just that.

I felt the vibration from his own moans against my sex as he stroked himself, exciting me rapidly. When he got to my clitoris, I could only grip the edges of the table, wailing now through gritted teeth as an orgasm neared.

"Keep goin. Ahhh, fuck, look at her. You know we're all gonna fuck her senseless, right?"

"Ahhh-hhh! Oh, God, I'm,... nnnnnaaaaaaa! Uuuuhhhaaaaaaa!" I yelled as I came to Jarid's mouth and finger.

"Way to go! Let's get her down on her back and spread her legs." Dave said. "You get her first, Jarid."

"Umm,... no, I'm not gonna do that."

"Suit yourself." Dave said as they began flipping me over.

They pulled me closer so that my ass hung over the edge of the table with my left leg spread and hanging off it's surface, my right over Dave's shoulder. I moaned, anticipating his cock as I watched him line it up at my vagina and start pushing it in. We both cried out as he worked his way inside, his impressive girth spreading my lips.

"How do you like that, Trudy?" Dave asked with a leer once he'd gotten himself in.

"Ohhh, Dave!"

Dick and Panhead started rubbing their penises on my breasts, running them over my nipples as Gigi put his inside my mouth again, numb lips or no. Jarid reached out and started playing with my clitoris while Dave began screwing me. He was stroking himself while he did this, wide eyed and very much enjoying his mother's body to the extent that he chose. I wondered what else he would do, how far he would allow things to go if we were in private.

I began jerking Dick and Panhead as they sucked my nipples. It was the royal treatment and I was soon lost to the attention, looking up at some point when Dave gasped that he was going to cum. He took it out and shot himself all over my belly and pubic hair, getting some on Jarid's hand, too. He staggered backwards as Panhead took his place, Jarid stroking himself faster, rubbing my clitoris faster as well as he watched my mouthful of cock. I loved that he was getting off watching me like this. It was so dirty, so wrong and irresistible.

"Uh, fuck!" the handsome Gigi groaned a short time later. "Ohhhhhh! Jarid, watch me cum all over your mom's pretty fuckin' face!"

He watched as Gigi pulled himself from my mouth and ejaculated into my hair and across my forehead, groaning almost helplessly as he did.

Jarid's eyes were glazed and I watched them roll back a little as his jaw dropped open to say, "Ohhh-hh, Mom! Fff-fuuck! Oh! Ohhh!" as his seed erupted from the tip of his cock and landed across my breasts.

The look on his face as he watched himself do this was something I'll never forget.

They all had a turn at me, except Jarid. He was quite happy to watch and jerk himself off again, this time over my cheek and temple as I sucked another hard penis.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"I had a lot of fun today." I told Jarid with a tricky little smile from under my brows.

I was in the water at the end of the little wooden dock, on which Jarid sat cross-legged with my clothes, watching me clean myself up with the tiniest smile on his own mouth.

"I did, too."

"Really? You really do like my body, huh?"

"Well, yeah, who wouldn't?"

"You have a very nice body, too, Jarid."

He shrugged, watching me rinse my hair, his smile becoming a little wider.

"Why do you do it?" he asked.

" ... Uhmmm, I guess because it's so liberating. I mean, to just satisfy and be satisfied like that, or any way, casting my inhibitions off like that is,... just so satisfying."

"It must be hard."

"You tell me."

"Touché, Mom."

"Ha. Your old mom is smarter than you think."

"You're not old. Hurry up, I'm hungry."

"Oh, yes, sir." I said with a mock salute before I continued with myself. "I really loved it, the things you did and said, though."

"Yeah.", he answered. "I guess I just went with it. I really wanted to see your boobs and it just seemed so,... I don't know, but one thing led to another and, well,..."

"Regrets?"

"I don't know. I mean, yes, but it's not like I fucked you."

"I see. Did you want to?"

"C'mon, Mom, hurry up."

"Uh-huh.", I said with a knowing grin that he looked away from.

I tried to hurry as I explained, "It's okay, honey. Like we tried to tell you, it's okay to feel that way here. It's not as if I don't like it when you look at my body."

"I know."

"What was your favourite part?"

"Aw, Mom."

"Tell me, what was it?"

He sighed, looked at the pile of my clothes beside him as if that's where his memory resided, and said, "I think when I was fingering you. When you,... You know."

"I loved that. But, my favourite part was when you,..."

" ... What?" he asked, obviously curious.

"Well, when you decided you wanted to know if I was wearing anything under my shorts."

"Oh. Yeah, I was pretty turned on."

"I know. I loved it."

I finished, hopped up on the dock and stood. As agreed, he used his T-shirt to get me mostly dry before I got back into my clothes. We walked up to the track, side by side, and meandered our way back to our summer home, speaking of things completely unrelated, such as whether or not we should get a dog when we got back to town and his latent desire to trade his bike for a car.

Walking into the lot revealed Jen and Liv sitting across the picnic table from one another in the shade of the RV's awning with a game of checkers laid out between them.

"What kind of crazy rules are you playing by?" Olivia asked as if she were at her wits end.

"The same rules everyone else uses.", Jen replied cheerfully as she jumped a few of Liv's pieces, the older woman rolling her eyes and shaking her head before noticing us.

"Hey, you two, that was a long walk."

"We ran into some friends." I said with a playful tone.

"You both look half in the bag." Liv said with a smile, looking us both up and down.

"It's alright, it's a wet, soggy, paper bag and we can kick our way out later." Jarid said.

Olivia and I laughed at this, as did Jen, who was staring from Jarid to me with a very amused look.

"Jen," Olivia started, peering at us with a smile, "why don't you take your brother inside and,... help him get his shit together. Give him something to eat."

"Okay.", she easily agreed as I bit back a comment about making him 'pay' for his food.

"Hey, bro! Havin' a good time!?" she asked, taking his arm and briskly rubbing his back and shoulders, comically 'shaping him up'.

"Yeah, that's enough." he said. "We did walk here, y'know."

"Come on, then." she said happily, guiding him to the door. "I'll whip up some yummy Kraft Dinner!"

"Oh, no!" he complained as she pushed his unsteady body into the RV ahead of her.

I sat a little heavily beside Liv and smiled crookedly at her.

"Okay, what happened?" she asked with a curious smile and a low tone. "I can tell by the look on your face that something went down and I want all the details, sugar."

I gave it to her, details and all. She sat and listened silently until I finished, her expression changing every now and then during the good parts.

"He jumped right in.", she noted, looking at the RV.

"Yup."

"I wish I was there."

"So do I."

"Trudy, I keep thinking of those two with one another."

"Me too. I think about taking all their clothes off and just putting them together. It would be so,..."

"I know. And then,... you and him."

"The four of us." I whispered.

She gave me a kiss and said, "We'll just see how things play out with him, see how he feels about what happened today in a day or so."

"Yes."

"I think he'd like to have control over you."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Not sure. I may be wrong and I don't think he recognizes this, if I'm right."

"Hmm.", I replied, thinking about this.

"But then, with Jarid, I'd rather not assume anything." Liv amended with a sigh. "He'll have an excellent future as either a con-man or a detective. No offense meant in either case, sug, I adore him."

"I know, and you're right. He's like his father in that way."

"A corporate lawyer. I rest my case, so to speak."

"Very funny." I chuckled to her delight. "Liv, honey?"

"Yes, my Trudy?"

"Do you have a Harley Davidson?"

She smiled and replied, "I have two. The one I rode here on is in Dad's shed, but I have another one in town. I use cars when I'm here, going to town and all."

"That's great. You'll take me for a ride sometime?"

"Sure. You like those, huh?"

"Yes. It'd be a lot better with you, though."

"You'd like my hardtail in town."

"Hard tail?"

"Uh-huh. You'd be my bitch on the back of that one, though."

"I'm your bitch, anyway." I giggled. "But, what would I be on your other one?"

"My beautiful wife."

"Oh. Okay, so what would I be on the back of Jarid's bike?"

"With him, or me?"

"Both."

"You'd be my party girl, his cool girlfriend."

"Cool, huh?"

"Way cool."

We kissed for a little while, the kind of kissing that speaks more of genuinely enjoying one another's company, than sex.

Finally we separated and I said, "I need to go take a proper shower and maybe pass out with a couple Tylenol for an hour or two."

"You go ahead, sug. Drink some water before you go to bed."

"I will. What are you going to do?"

"I think I'll entertain Jarid, tonight. I'm thinking he might be a little more receptive to my company this evening."



Wheeling Park Ch. 10



It wasn't easy clearing my head in there. I watched her cooking up the disgusting and dreaded K.D. in what she called a 'skort', basically a pair of tight black shorts attached under a little skirt, and that short, tight, white shirt she usually slept in. She was in very good shape and it wasn't helping.

"Mom's pretty fun to party with, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, she's,... a lotta fun."

"What are you doing later?"

"I don't know. Sober up some and see if anyone wants to ride, if I still feel like it."

"Oh. Well, if you don't, we can go swimming. If you want."

"Yeah,... maybe."

"That means no," she said, turning and catching me staring at her thighs while I spoke.

"It means maybe," I said, casually looking elsewhere and hoping she'd dismiss what she saw.

"Guess what?" she asked with a sly grin.

"What?"

"I'm not really making you Kraft Dinner."

"You're not?"

"No. I just got the box out and filled the pot in front of you to fuck your mind up. I'm giving you vegetable beef soup mixed with good ol' Mr. Noodles. Don't you just love me now?"

"I gotta admit, I do."

"I don't care what they say about Mr. Noodles, I love the stuff."

"Me too," I agreed. "The funny thing is that Mom never even knew we were buying it and still doesn't. Guess it goes to show how handy it is to learn to cook for yourself."

"She'll probably find it now that it's ended up here, though," she said, her head turned again. "She does a lot of cooking now. Good stuff, too, like before."

"I haven't noticed."

"You haven't been around as much."

"You have?"

"Yup. Here and at Livy's, mostly."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me while I watched the side of her braless tit in that little shirt.

She finally served and then sat across from me, her elbows on the table, chin in the palms of her hands.

"Are you gonna get a girlfriend at university?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Just wondering. Are you nervous about going?"

"Yeah, a little. I don't think it'll be like school, though."

"But, we can still live home."

"Yeah."

"You like the soup?"

"Yup, thanks."

When I was done, I took a shower and crawled into my bunk, telling Jen that I'd be up in a couple of hours. With the curtain closed, I laid back, finally away from her body and alone with my thoughts. I remembered again what happened earlier with Mom, the recent memories starting a reaction in my underwear. I stopped thinking about that and instead tried to berate myself for the things that happened. I mean, for gods sakes, I was licking my own mother's pussy and I made her orgasm. I came on her boobs and in her face. But, it only served to turn me on again. The 'Department of Things to be Pressure Washed Away' was a joke that was a lot more cruel than dryly humorous at that point. I don't remember falling asleep.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I woke with a start to find someone in the bunk with me. The sun was just going down outside and the warm, reddish light illuminated Olivia's face in a dreamlike way. Jimmi Hendrix was playing at low volume on the stereo and she passed me a lit joint.

"Now you'll be up all night," she said as I took the joint and puffed on it.

"I could drink until I pass out," I sleepily offered.

"Y'know, I don't like when you drink. Some beer, maybe, but not whiskey."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just like you better without that stuff, is all."

"Well, maybe I like you better with it."

"Maybe you just like me and that's that."

"I'd rather not chase you down that little rabbit hole right now."

"Fine by me. Hey, guess who you're hanging out with tonight?"

"Who?" I asked suspiciously.

"Me," she said proudly, taking the joint.

"Olivia, I'm eighteen, you're,... whatever. I don't feel like watching you play Farmville all night."

She exhaled in my face as she looked at me, then said, "I'm not surprised you don't have any friends in town. Your personality is like salted sandpaper to the crotch. That aside, I'll have you know that I don't play Farmville. I'm fucking you, your mom and your sister, do you seriously think I'm the type of woman who has any interest, or time for Farmville?"

"Well, you know what it is, don't you?"

"So, what? So do you."

"Yeah, but I'm not playing it," I said with a smile.

"There," she said, pointing as I took a drag.

"What?" I croaked around a lungful, passing it back.

"You like me. You're lying here smoking a joint with me, teasing me with a smile on your face and a nice big hardon. You like me."

"I'm not smiling with you, I'm smiling at you. Because you're delusional. And over sexed."

"I thought I was undersexed."

"No argument about the delusional part, huh?"

"You little shit!" she said, but still with a smile.

I watched her take a drag as she looked at me. She balled up the roach and popped it out the open window when she was done.

"So,... my young man,..."

"She told you," I said.

"We have no secrets, you know."

"I pretty much have to assume that."

"It's alright."

"I didn't exactly stay true to you, did I?"

"Your mum doesn't count, obviously. No, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I'm actually trying not to think about it. Now that I'm a lot more sober, I just can't believe,... Oh my god," I toned, remembering everything and waking up completely to it now.

"I said it's alright. Park stuff, it never happened."

"See? Delusional."

"Don't you put aside reality when you watch a movie, or read a novel? Playing a video game, or even fantasizing?"

I only shook my head at this and looked away. She was actually starting to make sense, her circular logic beginning to seem acceptable in the light of my desires, recent deeds and my need to excuse myself of them somehow.

"Anyway, I didn't want to get into that tonight. At least, not yet. Like I say, we're hanging out."

"But you haven't said what we'll be doing."

"Well, if it'll satisfy your paranoia,... remember Bob and Sasha?"

"Yeah."

"End of season, last year, just before I had to leave, they did a very nice favour for me at a very convenient time. I've been holding off on visiting them until something I arranged for could be brought in and it came today."

"Okay,..."

"It's an air conditioner. Nobody else has one because of the extra power load, but because of Bob and his condition and the fact that they rarely go out, I convinced Dad. We're going over to say hi and to install it for them."

"Wh- uhh,... You know about AC, right?"

"Nope."

"Well, neither do I."

"It's not like we're building the unit, we're only installing it."

"We have to wire it up, don't we?"

"I would think that it just plugs in, but so what if it doesn't?"

" ... Electricity, Olivia. It kills people, there's statistics-"

"Piss on your statistics, how hard can it be? Look, I'm not just bringing it and leaving it, that's like buying the toy for Christmas without getting the batteries."

"But, it's going to be dark soon."

"Elmo has halogens we can use. C'mon, get up and get dressed," she said, opening the curtain she'd obviously even closed behind her when she somehow climbed in without waking me up again. "We'll figure it out, it'll probably be easy."

Well, it wasn't.

We both looked at each other with that mutual expression of perplexed panic many times, worrying and wondering about this and that, asking ourselves why we were so quick to cut the window hole larger with the 'saws-all' while calmly assuring Bob and Sasha that everything was just fine.

After a few hours of me whispering things like, "I told you this wouldn't be easy!", and her whispering answers such as, "Would you fuckin' just shut up!?", we finally completed the job, a good job at that.

We'd been beered, fed and jointed the whole time by Bob and Sasha and, when we finally finished putting Elmo's tools and his ATV back, we collapsed on the chairs at his back door. He and Trixie were probably already down at the club, as it was past nightfall, and we sat in the darkness, not speaking for a bit.

"I told you we could do it," she finally said.

"Yeah, I guess. But, if it weren't for me, you'd have electrocuted yourself."

"Granted, but it was a team effort. I'd expect that. Neither one of them had any idea how many times we almost abandoned it."

We both snickered at that before she added, "You're pretty good, Jarid. We work well together."

"Well, they sure like it."

"Yeah," she said with a smile in her tone. "Can you believe em, though? They really need to take a step back from that computer," she laughed.

"I know. I try to listen to them and get a sense of it all, but so far it's like a bunch of different conspiracy theories all rolled into some bigger picture and it's like, huh?"

"Yeaaaaaahh. I guess everybody has their thing."

"You worry more about realistic fears." I said.

"How's that?"

"Finding a place for yourself. A place like this, but not."

She paused before she answered, actually a long one, but finally asked, "Is that so bad?"

"No. I can only guess you want a home life, removed from whatever it is you live out beyond that culvert from day to day. You actually put me in mind of colonists. Problem is, sometimes colonists unknowingly bring things to their new land that don't exactly fit in. Foreign barnacles on the bottoms of their ships, non native plant life, that sort of thing. Ask any Australian about rabbits and they'll tell you."

" ... That's a valid concern, if not a personally insulting analogy. Jarid, if my life were that bad, I couldn't come here. It's not like that and I'm not the rabbit to your Australia."

"But then, there's-"

"Another time. Look, we just installed a fuckin' air conditioner, can't we just enjoy that? Go start your bike, we're getting out of here."

"Where?"

"My place. We can get a cold shower and cool off. Change our clothes after all that time under their trailer. God, who would have guessed it would be so hard to find a load bearing support at the bottom of a trailer? Should have just drilled straight through the side, like you said, but I didn't want to mess up their trailer any more than we had to."

"That was so funny."

"What?"

"You jammed up in that little space, trying to work around your own boobs," I said, laughing despite myself.

"Well, I'm glad I amused you."

"I actually had to jack the trailer higher just so you could fit them under with you."

"Oh, shut up. Start your bike and let's go."

"Your trailer is a mess," I said, looking around myself at the clutter when we got there, leaving my bike in her lot by the door.

"Why are you always picking and stabbing?" Olivia asked entering her bathroom. "I don't think you realize how much you get away with where I'm concerned."

"You're just happy I'm even talking to you at all."

"See? Right there, that's the kind of thing that'll get your mouth slapped, sooner or later."

"So, why do you put up with it?"

"The same reason you talk to me. Remember, you told me there's things about me you like."

"I'm sure there'd be things about Hitler I'd have liked, if I were forced to meet him."

"Oh my fuck! Jarid! You're starting to piss me off!" she yelled.

I said nothing and, after a short silence, the shower began to run. I sighed in relief and removed a yellow bra with giant cups from a chair and sat.

Then I wondered why. I mean, there's a beautiful woman taking a cold shower whose already had sex with me, and I'm just sitting there. So I stood, hesitated a moment, then walked slowly to the open door of her mini-bathroom and looked right in at her behind the clear shower door. Her back was to me and soap was running down over her shoulders, back and over her very nice, curvy ass and between her cheeks.

She turned and saw me there, freezing for an instant. I made no move to turn away, or hide the fact I was watching, only looked at her gorgeous body. She smiled at me and went about her business as usual.

"Come to redeem yourself?" she asked.

"I don't know. I was a bit bored out there."

"You came to the right place. Come on in, sug. I'll excite you."

I smiled back then, moving forward into the cramped space and said, "I gotta tell you,... I really don't like cold showers."

"That's okay," she said, rinsing herself off. "Yours can be cool. Take your clothes off and hop in, I'm all done."

I did what she said, making her smile when she saw my full erection. I got in the shower and she began washing me all over, like she had before, making me flinch when she would regularly return to my cock and ass to 'wash' them again and again.

When she was finished, she turned the water off and dried me, then I dried her. She took my still hard cock in her hand and led me to her room by it and got up on her bed, pulling me gently up with her. We sat facing one another with our legs spread, her thighs on top of mine.

She grabbed the back of my neck and started kissing my mouth, me returning her gestures while she stroked my cock. I found her pussy and started passing the flat of my hand over it, feeling her short pubic hair strain between my fingers as she moaned, pushing herself closer.

We didn't speak, only deep kissed, once in a while nibbling and kissing one another's ear or neck. Our breathing quickened, became more ragged as we pleasured each other, her tits heaving wondrously with her lungs. I grabbed one with my other hand and attacked her nipple, not bothered at the moment that this woman was also sleeping with my mother and sister. She was beautiful, we wanted each other and that was all that there was at the time. And it just wasn't that big a deal anyway, in light of what I myself had done with Mom earlier that day.

She came first, her tight pussy muscles constricting around my finger. She groaned into my lips, short uncontrolled bursts while my tongue flicked the inside of her mouth. When I came she did the same to me as I spurted on our bellies.

We lay there afterwards, she half on top of me again, and she said, "We could be so good together, you know."

"I have a hard time seeing that, but how do you mean?"

"I mean,... Well, I mean in the interest of what's best for your mum and sister."

"You'll have to explain."

"It's simple. They're the submissive types. They follow the path that gets laid out for them. We're dominants. We have the awareness and ability to choose the path that they will follow us down. You know what I'm talking about."

"If we're both dominants, then why do I have to do what you say?"

"Because you're younger than me and I run this place, but I'm not talking about the Park, Jarid."

"I see. You bank a lot on that future after so little time with us."

"I'm a good judge of character."

"You'd have to be. But I think it shows desperation."

"Jarid,..." she warned.

I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair, thinking about the whole mess.

"It's not that you're having a lesbian relationship with Mom. That, I can handle and even the one you're having with Jen, to some degree. It's just,..."

"What you've seen here has poisoned your mind to the whole idea. That's why I keep telling you that Park stuff is just Park stuff."

"I can't believe you'd let it go at that, though. You just don't seem the type to share your toys, especially if they're as precious as you say they are, and I don't care what you say about not being equipped to please them in that way and Park stuff being just Park stuff. It just doesn't fit with your personality and I can't believe you're totally happy with it, any more than I am, no matter how it turns us on."

" ... You're a very astute young man. No, I'm not entirely happy with it. In fact, I'll be completely honest with you and tell you that I wish I'd met Trudy outside Wheeling Park. I've never philandered here myself, you know. Yes, I've had some casual encounters with some of the women here when I've been single, but nothing wild at all, because that was my choice. Like you. You and I are on the same page and that means that you and I, together, can keep things on the rails."

"I guess I have to remind you that I purposefully came right in my own mother's face today while I was playing with her,... How am I ever going to keep them on the rails? I'm not even on the rails anymore."

"You don't understand how that doesn't matter. If you only knew. But, what I'd like to know is if you're willing to accept you and I together. Your sister and your mum, you can come to terms with, but you never mentioned us."

"It just doesn't seem very realistic if you expect Park stuff to stay in the Park. Not for you and Jen, either. We're going to university this fall and people date there, as you may know."

"For your information, I've been to university and yes, I do know. I know all too well. You're trying to tell me that I'll lose each of you to some silly twat who will use and take you for granted, never even getting to know you before throwing you out when the novelty that is Jarid, or Jen, wears off because, suddenly, there's someone else they'd rather go get puking drunk with. There's your university dating scene, Jarid."

"All I want is a normal life and I don't see that happening with the future you see for us and the same thing goes for Jen. You have to stick with Mom and only Mom once we leave here, if not before."

"Normal? What is normal? And how can you say that after what we just had? Does that mean nothing to you? Does it mean nothing that you're my first man?"

"That's not fair and you know it. I was seduced."

"Puh-lease!"

"Come on, I never had a chance."

"Jarid,... (sigh) You're Trudy's kid. What can I say? Look, like I asked before, just a little trust and a little time and things will work out good for all of us. You'll see."

"Olivia, I really hope you're right, because if things don't work out, it'll be the biggest fuckin' mess imaginable."

"With both of us operating for the common good, it won't be. We can handle this. And for god's sakes, will you call me Liv before I have to really hurt you?"

"No."

"What?"

"I like your name. It sounds nice and it fits you. I only think of you as Liv when we're,... having sex."

" ... Really?" she asked with a sudden, disarming smile.

"Well, yeah. It's a nice name and it's yours. Come to think of it, I don't know any other 'Olivias'."

She kissed me and said, "Okay, you can call me Olivia. See, sometimes you're so nice and complimentive. Trudy's kid. Kind of a twisted, acidic version, but you're not without your little charms."

"They'll come in handy when I'm running a small South American country in ten or so years."

"I wouldn't put it past you. Let's go get cleaned up again and dressed, there's somewhere else I want to take you."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Oh, no!" I refused when she began tugging me up the steps to the Club.

"Aw, c'mon."

"No way, I can't go in there."

"It can't be that bad?"

"I really don't want to go in there. I'm serious, Olivia."

"Actually, you really do, you just don't know it yet. Look, aren't you settling in? You seem a lot better around people lately."

"Yes, yes, I'm more comfortable, but not that comfortable."

She looked at me, sighed in disappointment and said, "Alright, will you promise to just stay here for a few minutes? I'll be right back, just stay."

"I'm not a dog."

"Will you stay?"

"Yes, I'll stay."

I waited and, as she promised, she was back a few minutes later with a pint of rye in her hand, giving it to me and saying, "Here, have some of that. Not too much."

"I thought you didn't-"

"Just drink some before I change my mind, there's no time to argue."

"Why?"

"Jarid, drink the god dam whiskey, I'll explain while you are! ... There! Dammit, is it so hard to do as I ask? Now the reason you're drinking that is because it'll loosen you up for in there. Yes, you are going in there with me, but you will be with me. Just like at your mum's RV that night, remember? You trusted me then and you can trust me now. Besides, there's an event that'll be starting soon that's a must see. You'll never forgive me if I don't drag you in there and, if it comes to that, that's exactly what I'll do, so drink, trust in me, and gird your loins, sug."




Wheeling Park Ch. 10



"I don't have any place in there and I'll feel like an idiot!"

"Your place will be with me and you won't feel like an idiot."

"I'm thinking about converting again!"

"You're fucked, Jarid. I like you, but you're fucked."

"That's why I can't go in these places!"

"Shut up and drink. And if you get insulting with anybody in there, I'll spank your bare ass right in front of everyone."

"I'm not going to be insulting!"

"Another drink, I know you can hack it."

(glug)

I looked at her shaking my head a little, then said, "When I think of the years I spent successfully avoiding Aunt Denise,... Only to meet up with you,... It's like God hates me or-"

"Oh, shut up, you child! I'm not that bad!"

"How do you know?"

"Your mother told me about her. Aunt 'Kissyface', as you and Jen call her. I look a lot better than old Kissyface does and I'm a lot more fun."

"They say scabies is a lot of fun when you're scratching."

" ... Jarid,... I swear to GOD!"

(glug)

"That's enough, asshole! Gimmie the damned bottle! And you remember what I told you! Fuck, you piss me off, with your little fuckin 'tude!"

"You deserve it for dragging me in there."

"Shut up and come on!"

She grabbed my hand and almost yanked me off my feet as she stormed up the steps with me in tow. Before I knew it, I was standing in the opened doorway at the edge of the crowd. A band was blaring away across the room on a nice sized, three foot high stage and I noticed Gigi on the drums. I looked for Trixie, but couldn't see anybody at the bar beyond the cluster of people in front of it.

Then the crowd really hit me. A few people looked in our direction and I was suddenly aware that I'd framed myself in a doorway while looking like a total momma's boy, holding Olivia's hand. However, there was no way I'd let go. I felt myself starting to fly into a small panic, despite the rye, and was suddenly rooted to the spot.

I looked at Olivia and saw her scanning the crowd. She suddenly looked down at me, her scowl turning to a look of concern.

"You okay?"

I couldn't even say no or shake my head.

"You have to face up to this some time. Better here, where everybody's your friend, than out there beyond the culvert. Come on, I found our people."

It was almost as if she had to break a magnetic lock between my feet and the floor to get me moving. I looked down as I followed her closely through the crowd, hoping to god that nobody would say-

"Hey, Jarid! Glad you could make it!"

It was the beautiful black woman. I barely managed a polite smile and nod as I kept up with Olivia.

"See ya later, hon!" she called, waving with a big smile as the crowd swallowed us.

Olivia put me in a chair with my back to the crowd and I was as surprised as Jen and Mom to find myself face to face with them.

"Jarid!" Jen said. "Wow!"

"Yeah," I laughed very nervously. "Wow. Please shoot me."

"Aw, bro, just loosen up! You'll have a great time!"

"Hey, saucer eyes!" Mom said, leaning over the table and kissing my forehead.

That's when I noticed they were both wearing little white undershirts without bras.

"See, sug? It's just us."

I looked to my right where Olivia was settling in and offered an uncomfortable smile, hating myself like I always did when I felt like I was on display.

"Jarid wants a car," Mom said.

"A car, huh?" Olivia asked, raising a brow. "I see you in nice little Chevy Vega with an eight cylinder. I know people who know this stuff."

"Uh huh," I said, trying to ignore all the people behind me, all of whom just had to be staring at my back because I could feel every one of them doing it.

"Carrie wants to sell hers," Jen said. "We could go get groceries in it and ride around."

"I think you should buy a nice Harley Davidson," Mom said with a smile, taking my hand. "Think what kind of impression you'd make going to university with one of those."

"I can't afford any of that stuff," I got out, wondering why wouldn't they just leave me alone and stop drawing attention to me. "Maybe an old, um, Mazda or-"

"Stop!" Olivia said. "Jarid, I adore you, but you're a foolish child," she told me while Jen giggled.

"Don't do what all the rest of the snot nosed pukes and twats your age do, get a sensible car. A real car. An American car!"

"Yeah, bro. Get something big and loud and offensive, like us. Haaaaa!!"

"Get a Harley Davidson," Mom insisted, squeezing my hand a little.

"The Vega, sug. Junior and Dick will both tell you."

"I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach," I imparted.

"You need a beer," Olivia decided. "Barbie, would you be a dear and grab us all a round?"

"Sure. BRB!"

She got up and moved around the table, stopping to plant a big wet kiss on my lips with her happily smiling mouth. Her undershirt was a long one that barely covered the tops of her thighs, like a very short, smoking hot dress.

I was beginning to feel trembly. It was adrenaline and I had to get out of there.

"Jarid."

It was Olivia, speaking in my ear.

"Just relax. Nice deep breaths through the nose, out the mouth. ... That's better. Just look at your mum and her nice tits and don't worry about everyone else. Okay?"

I nodded. The breathing actually helped, or was that the whiskey really kicking in? I looked at Mom, her boobs resting on the table and, incredibly, felt a reaction. Damned boobs. I began to wonder how the rerouted blood and increased cardiovascular rate would affect my state of panic, desperately trying to work it out in an effort to make it go away.

"What did you do today?" Mom asked.

"AC."

"AC?"

"We installed an air conditioner today," Olivia explained. "Barely. He was laughing at me under their trailer with my tits."

"Jarid!" Mom scolded good humouredly.

I smiled back, looking down at the table top and actually managing to find some remnant of composure.

"I don't think he's been properly sedated, Trudy. I'm afraid I had to jump him up a little just to get him in here," Olivia said, producing the pint bottle from her back pocket and passing it to me. "One big one and nurse the beer. Go on."

It didn't take much prodding, because I needed it. And it was a big one, alright.

"Whoaaaa!" Olivia cautioned, taking the bottle. "Okay, if that doesn't loosen you up nothing will!" Olivia laughed along with Mom. "Hey, don't you be smoking any pot tonight after all this, you hear?"

I nodded, feeling that great liquid heat making its way everywhere and,... I was feeling a bit better.

"You good?" she asked, grinning in my face. "Say something, sug."

"I like your shirt," I said.

It was one of those backless, hanging things, deep maroon and soft looking with a low neckline. Of course, no bra.

"And you look really good in jeans."

She smiled wider, as did Mom, and said, "Yeah, you're feeling better. What do you like about my top?"

"It shows your back."

"Hmm. I would have expected you to mention the cleavage. Isn't your mum sexy tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Tell her."

I laughed a little and turned red but said, "Mom, you look nice."

"Sexy.", Olivia corrected.

"You look sexy"

"Thank you, hon," she said appreciatively.

"Back!" Jen said. She placed a beer in front of each of us and sat across from me again, looking at me like she expected something.

"Thanks, sis."

"No prob," she assured, still looking at me with the same expression.

"What?" I asked with a small, nervous smile.

"Carrie's car. Or, something like it. We'll have a blast."

"Allll-right, ladies!" Trixie's amplified voice called over the crowd when the band stopped playing. "You know what time it iiiiiiiiisss!"

The crowd hooted and cheered and I couldn't help turning to see Trixie and what was going on now. She was wearing her usual black, flowing garb, this time with a deep, shiny green accent in her satin corset.

"Let's have those wonderful assets of yours lined up on our stage, the water boys are waiting!"

"Vote for me, okay?" Jen said to us with a giggle before taking a deep drink from her beer and getting up with Mom.

"No, he'll vote for me," Mom said with a wink.

It clicked in when they headed for the stage with other women all wearing thin white T-shirts and camisoles. I watched the bottom of Mom's ass in the extremely short, light blue skirt. Jen's ass was just as nice with a little more showing as she climbed the short set of steps behind Carrie.

"So who are you going to vote for?" asked Olivia as my dick got even harder.

"I don't know."

"Let's wait to see them wet. Did you know that our Barbie is an aquapheliac?"

"I don't even know what that is."

"Water turns her on. A lot."

I looked sharply around at her.

"Oh, you too, huh? Aren't twins just so interesting?"

"No I'm not," I lied.

All that time, I had no clue there was actually a name for that strange kink of mine. I suppose I should have known there would be. She grabbed me through my pants, rubbing my cock with a smile on her face.

"Yeah. Sure, Jarid."

I looked away as she thankfully stopped making me even harder, not that anything could have stopped it at that point. I looked at Jen and considered that she had the same kink and wondered what she did in the shower,...

No, there was no way I could avoid watching this and I expect Olivia knew that, too. I loved Mom's boobs and I wanted to see them again, braless and in a soaked T-shirt and especially with everyone else watching. And yes, I wanted to see Jen up there, too.

Somebody put a piece of paper and a small pencil on our table before moving on as I looked at Olivia.

"Having fun, now?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

"One of them is going to win."

"What about your mother?" I asked, watching Shelly climb the stairs.

"Nope, it's the first time they've competed. They're new, one of them will win."

"You're not competing? I'd vote for you."

"You would?" she asked, obviously happy about that.

"Yeah."

"Your mum or Barbie would still win."

"I don't care."

"You do like me. Do you want me up there?"

" ... Not if you don't want to."

"Do you want to see me up there? I'll do it, just for you. Hurry up and decide, I have to get there soon, if I'm going, and I want to brag to Jen and your mum that I have your vote."

" ... Alright."

"You won't be disappointed, sug."

I wasn't, either. Wow-wee, what a show. Olivia performed for me alone in the wet T-shirt she rounded up from somewhere. It left the bottoms of her awesome globes bared and it was nothing short of a total turn on when she lifted one and gently bit her nipple through the wet cotton, winking at me with a devilish smile as her other tit popped right out.

She stood between Jen and Mom. Mom yelped as the cold water from the hose they ran in soaked her down from the tops of her shoulders. She held her hair and arched her back, laughing while people cheered, her nipples just absolutely out of this world. The front of her skirt soaked as water ran down her legs and I wondered if she wore anything beneath it.

Jen giggled (of course) as they did her, smoothing the long, tight undershirt down as the water soaked it from the top. She was wearing panties, the small, see through, white garment now visible under the wet shirt. They rode high on her hips, low in front and back and were incredibly enticing. Her tits were beyond belief. I'd seen them before, but in this way,...

The three of them made me so horny that, if it weren't for the whiskey, I probably would have came right in my pants just for watching them. I didn't even notice that I was sitting alone, forgot all about the crowd as I stared at them, like they said I should if I wanted. Oh, I wanted.

I voted for Olivia, like I said I would and, as she predicted, Mom won and Jen got first runner up. Trixie announced them as such, holding their arms up in the air while the other women clapped and returned to their tables.

"I'd just like to thank the Academy,..." Mom said into the mic, getting a laugh from the crowd. "... and everybody who supported me and made this possible. God save the Queen!"

Jen only gave the crowd a gracious, fun loving smile and curtseyed so everyone could see her panties. Was that a tattoo underneath them?

"What a night!" Olivia said, coming back and sitting right in my lap.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth aggressively, effectively ripping my eyes away from Jen.

"I voted fer you," I said with a blearily happy smile when she stopped.

"I was pretty proud to brag about trumping them. Look, you know what'll happen here next, right?"

"What?"

"Pretend you're sober, sug. They're going to enjoy themselves. They're going to be enjoyed."

" ... Ohh."

"Jarid,..."

"Yeah?"

"Let's put aside how much fun it would be to watch that. Let's you and I return to that one page we share in common and ask ourselves,... Do we want to allow it?"

"I thought it wasn't up to us. I thought they have the right to do whatever-"

"Yes, Jarid, I know, there's no need to grind me with my own words, even if I do deserve it. There's not a lot of time and we can't get them out of here just yet."

"Just tell them not to."

"Jarid, I said pretend you're sober. I can't do that."

"Wull, neither can I."

She looked directly at me, brow raised as her wet clothes soaked through mine.

"Oh. You want us to 'handle' them," I said, suddenly understanding her.

She smiled and said, "Nice term. You with me on that? Should we?"

"I dunno how we would. They'll spect to be able to do what they want, now," I said, watching them over her shoulder while feeling up the bottom of her boobs with my hand.

They were bouncing themselves for the crowd. The bottom of Jen's shirt was hiked up to her navel , her pussy clearly distinguishable through her wet panties as she pulled the back of mom's skirt up her ass, taking a smiling look. They were so hot up there.

"Mmmm, that's nice, sug," she said, squirming on my hard cock. "But I haven't got a clue."

"Uhhh,... okay, firs, les just get 'em here before they run amuck. Tell 'em,... Tell 'em I'm too drunk and flipped out and I gotta go, so they'll come over to say bye, or try to convince me to stay."

"Then what?"

"We'll figure it out, just go grab 'em and be ready to jump in if I need ya."

"I want you to fuck me hard from behind."

"I-,... Uh, o-kay, but,... Okay," I faltered.

She smiled, kissed me and hopped up, the top half of her jeans darkened with the soaking she got and looking damned good on her as she walked away.

I really had no idea what I'd say when the three of them were on their way back. I didn't even know if I should stand, or remain seated. I chose to stand, (unsteadily) becoming aware of the crowd again while desperately trying to think of some strategy.

"You're sure you can't stay?" Mom said, obviously regretful.

"Nah, I gotta go before I really get sick, but I did have fun."

"Really? You liked the show?"

"I loved it, but I saw the good part."

"Maybe not," Jen hinted.

"No, no, you're both so,... pure and innocent looking. It's no wonder they all,... Well, I looked, like you said I could, and thanks, but,... Well, have a good time."

"What are you gonna do?" Olivia asked while Mom and Jen tried to discern my half compliment.

"Dunno. Probably go home and try out the hibachi," I said, supporting myself on the table and quite happy about not slurring too badly. "Trixie loaned me a scary movie that she wants me to watch, so we can talk about it."

"Doesn't sound very exciting, bro," Jen said, playing with the waistband of her panties in front of me.

"I don't know," Olivia jumped in. "I think it sounds like a lot of fun. My big partying days are long behind me and I've been going pretty heavy the last few nights. I think I'll join you, sug."

"What'f I'm jus trying to get away from you?" I asked.

"Jarid!" Mom warned.

"Hey, that's mean!" Jen said.

"It's alright," Olivia assured them with a wave, rolling her eyes. "He just says those things to tease me. So far, he's compared me to the devil, Hitler, a rabbit infestation and scabies."

Jen punched my shoulder with a scowl.

"O-oww!" I said, staggering a little. "Ya wouldn' do that if ya thought for one second I'd-!"

"That's enough!" Mom said, doing the timeout signal with her hands. "Jarid, stop insulting Liv, or I'll slap your mouth! Jen,... stop punching,... people!"

After a brief pause, during which we all took a drink of our beer, Olivia broke the silence with, "Y'know, Dad has some lamb in his freezer. I could sneak in and steal enough for a couple of nice kabobs. Whaddya say, Jarid honey?"

" ... You have to wear the shirt you came here with."

"Why?"

"Tolja, I like it."

"Heh. You must. I will."

"And,..."

"Yeeeeessss?" she asked while Mom and Jen watched, interestedly now.

"I- I wanna take your jeans off when we get there."

"See? I told you he likes me," Olivia grinned. "Sug, you can take my pants off anytime you want, okay?"

"Okay," I said, smiling.

I was a little embarrassed that I'd be so forward with her right in front of my mother, sister and so many people. It wasn't even a part of our little act, I just really wanted to do it. Ode to whiskey.

"So, we have a deal?"

"Yeah, we have a deal," I said, the other two smiling curiously now.

"Ah, look at that, eh?" Olivia said happily, moving beside me and putting her arm around my shoulders, fixing mom with a big grin. "An exclusive man who likes his nights in. Thanks, Trudy baby."

I pasted an 'Aw, shucks!' expression on my face and looked at my feet. She made it work very well.

"If you two aren't going to be long, we'll try to keep some food warm. You might even make the movie," she hinted.

They looked at one another as though silently communicating some decision before Mom said, "We should stay a little while, anyway."

"Yeah," Jen said, "But, when do you think you'll be starting the movie?"

"About an hour," Olivia said. "You think, Jarid?"

I nodded, shrugging my shoulders at the same time, blatantly checking out her nice hips, anticipating pulling those jeans off. Like I pulled Moms shorts off,...

"Well, that's,... a polite amount of time to stay," Mom considered aloud, looking at Jen again, but not waiting for her approval. "Don't count on us, but don't be surprised to see us, either. A night in with just the four of us and a good movie sounds nice."

"I'll steal enough lamb for four then, just in case. I'm going to grab my top, stay with him till I get back, will you?"

"Did you really have a good time?" Mom asked after Olivia went to collect her shirt.

"Oh, yeah."

"Lots of nice wet titties to look at, huh?" Jen asked.

"Never thought I'd actually see a wet T-shirt contest," I admitted. "Not to mention one with you two in it."

"Well, I'm glad you saw this one," Jen replied, snaking her arms around my neck and pressing herself up against me. "And I'm really glad you had a good time. Love ya, bro."

With that, she gave me another wet one, right on the kisser and, (omigod, is she grinding herself into my hardon!?) wouldn't stop until I pulled back before my heart exploded. Holy shit, if she was that horny, there was no way this little dog and pony act of mine and Olivia's would work.

"We have to hang out tomorrow, no matter what," she said with a funny little smile. "We seem to be not doing that lately and it bugs me. I miss you."

"Okay," I agreed, wishing she'd take her arms off me while Mom only looked on with those incredible nipples and a warm smile. "I know, we haven't,... I mean, (where in the fuck was Olivia already?) I know what y'mean. It's not that I don' like being around ya, or anything, it's just that I can't mix like you an'-"




Wheeling Park Ch. 10



"That's okay. As long as you still trust me. You do, right?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly feeling like I was the one being handled.

"Good. And I'm gonna ask how much Carrie wants for her car. I'll chip in, if I have to."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow when we're sober," I told her.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You like my panties? Livy bought them for me."

"Uhh, I see ya got a tat- tattoo,... too," I said, somewhat neatly hopping away from that subject.

"Uh-huh. I'll show you tomorrow if you don't skip out on me."

I only nodded, not expecting that.

"Uh, Mom, do we got tits- tats-,... taters and everything?" I desperately managed.

This seemed to amuse them and I glanced around anxiously for Olivia while they chuckled.

"Yes, go ahead and cook up what you want."

"Kay."

"So, ummm,... What are you going to do once you get her pants off?" Mom asked with a sleazy expression.

"Uhh, heh, I was just teasing her a little."

"No, you weren't."

"Aw, Mom," I complained, not wanting to speculate with her about it.

"Maybe you should just tell her you'll do whatever she wants," she pressed.

"Weeeell,...", Olivia said from behind me, (thank god!) "Maybe I'd rather just let him have fun. This time."

Okay, this wasn't helping.

"Ready to go, sug?"

That helped.

"Yup. See ya, Mom, Jen."

"Well!" Olivia exclaimed as we were walking down the steps outside to the dirt track, my heart beginning to slow. "I think that went pretty well, all things considered. I expect we'll see them soon."

"Don't count on it."

"Are you kidding? We handled them."

"Mebbe Mom, but not Jen."

"Barbie will follow your mum."

"Will she?"

"You're very negative, like with the AC unit, but that worked out just like I said it would, didn't it?"

"AC units don' got minds of their own."

" ... You're not bad, you know," she said, walking along. "If you apply your talents to the right field, you'll be very successful."

"Not my forte."

"What?"

"Fuckin' with people's heads. I'm an attacker. Least if I wadn drunk, I coulda had a head to fuck theirs with, or mebbe a lit- little time, but holy she-it."

"Okay, gimmie that beer, you've had enough. And I think they'll surprise you, sug."

"Hey, Livia."

"What?"

"I'm sorry bout what happened to ya in Juvie."

" ..... I've been over that for a long time, Jarid. But it means one hell of a lot that you would say that to me."

"S'no prob'm. Hey, I don' think I'm gonna be no good fer a food n movie."

"That's alright. I'll take care of- whoops! C'mere, you, you're staggering all over. No, sug, I'll handle that for when they come home."

"Optimist. Some day, you'll be sprised when things don' work out. Optimists r never pr- prepared fer the worst."

"Well see, that's why smart optimists keep adorably toxic people like you around."

"Tox-hic?"

"Well, maybe not toxic. No, I do prefer, 'twisted and acidic', I guess."

"My epitaph."

She laughed and held me a little tighter as she kept me walking in a straight line.

"Oh, crap." I toned.

"What now, baby?"

"Never get your pants off like this."



Wheeling Park Ch. 11



Yep, Jarid had definitely changed at Wheeling Park, like Mom and I had, but in a very different way. In town, he was a very quiet, reserved person, introspective and shy. At the Park, especially after meeting Livy, he was a dark, moody, sometimes depressive and often sharp tongued person. Yet there was another side to him that was actually quite nice at times that didn't exist in town, either.

When me and Mom got home a little over half an hour after the wet T-shirt contest, without getting fucked silly like I wanted, Olivia mentioned this about him while he lay passed out on the red lounger. She said he was 'a very sweet young man', which is a description I've never heard put to him, except by me and Mom. She looked lovingly at him as he sprawled like he fell out of a plane and landed there, missing his own fun, quiet night which the three of us really enjoyed.

"Kinda crappy how you passed out last night," I told him the next day.

I was taking practice shots in the area of grass that Ollie and I cut down to the dirt so a ball would work, Jarid playing goalie in the little plastic practice net I brought.

"I don't know how you can drink that stuff, anyway. Yuk."

"If I didn't have enough to pass out, I never would have been in the club before that. Not even Olivia could have dragged me in there."

"Yeah, but you missed a really good movie."

"Ah, well."

"Glad you had a good time at the Club, though."

"Uh-huh."

"You really do like Livy, right?"

" ,... Well, yeah," he sighed.

"But,..."

"But I'm,... concerned about,... Never mind."

"You don't trust me. You said you did last night."

"No, Jen, it's not that. I just don't want to talk about it. It's nothing you haven't already heard, or want to hear again, and I said you wouldn't have to. Too late now, anyway."

"It's like you're two different people sometimes."

"I know."

"Well,... she likes you. A lot. She respects you, too, says you're smart."

"She's hard to resist, I'll give her that."

"I'm glad you're fucking her, too."

"Uh,... huh," he sighed, looking away from me.

"Why does it bother you that I say that? We both know we're doing it."

"Yeah, well, I try not to think of,... that."

"Did she teach you how to lick her pussy? She did me, but she said Mom knew how almost right away."

"Look, can we just please not talk about this? And quit it with the slapshots, will ya?"

"Sorry. I just want to talk about this, because we always talk about everything and, well, you know. It's not the same with Mom and Liv."

"I'm telling you, I'm trying not to even think of it."

"Well, I think you ought to start facing up to it. Considering what happened yesterday."

"Oh, fuck, they told you?"

"Yup. It's okay. Wish I was there, though."

"We were drunk and stoned, you know. Please remember that."

"Whatever. You both really liked it, that's all that counts."

"Think so, huh?"

"Would you do something like that with her again if you could? Would you want to?"

"Jen,... can we please just drop it?"

He was getting an erection.

I smiled, that being answer enough for me, and said, "Alright, I won't talk about you and Mom anymore, but you gotta talk to me about Livy. I think we should talk about her."

"Why?"

"Because we're both having sex with her. Why wouldn't we? C'mon, please?"

"I just don't see what there is to talk about."

"Did she teach you?"

"Ohhh, shit. Yes, okay? She taught me."

"She's really something, isn't she?"

"That's for sure."

"I mean, even the way she looks. She's not beautiful in the classic sense, like Mom, but she's beautiful. She has this thing about her that just seems to draw me."

"I know, me too. I've never experienced that with anyone before, either."

"Neither have I. I wonder what she's like in town, at her job and stuff."

"All business, I'd expect."

"I think she's lonely. Or, at least she was."

"I'd have to agree with that," he said.

"I love when she looks at me with that expression, like,..."

"Like a mountain lion looking at her cubs while they suckle?"

" ... Yeah. Yeah, that's it, I love that. Don't you?"

"Kinda, yeah and kinda no. It draws me to her and makes me want to trust her, makes me feel like I can, but,..."

"But what? I totally trust her. Look what she did to the Magpie."

"Yeah," he laughed suddenly. "That was pretty cool. He actually pissed his pants."

I giggled and tried to get one by his left foot, but he caught it with a quick step and said, "You're looking right where you're going to shoot, you know better. Even I wouldn't do that."

"Sorry, coach," I said sarcastically. "Hey, I'd love for her to come and see me play."

"She'd be like one of those problem parents, beating the crap out of the other parents in the stands and insulting people," he guessed.

"No, you'd be insulting people, she'd be beating them up when they try to punch you out," I corrected with a grin, actually getting a smile out of him as I put one past his shoulder. "Ha! Didn't see that coming, did ya?"

He picked the ball out of the net with the goalie stick I gave him, skiffing it back to me and saying, "You know, if she has her way, she will be going to your games, both her and Mom."

"Cool."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"No. I love her."

"What?"

I shrugged and said, "We can count on her. She makes Mom happy and Mom makes her happy."

"Not like Mom and dad, you mean."

" ... Yeah, I guess. But it's more than that, too."

"How so?"

I took a shot and bounced it off the post of the undersized net and stopped, looking at the thick brush at the back of the lot, trying to find the words to give my answer.

"She'll make things better. I think she already has."

"In what way?"

"Well, look at you. I don't think you'll have such a problem with people after this. You don't even mind talking about that so much anymore. Mom's cooking again. She actually cares enough to yell at us, which she hasn't done for a while. I mean, I know it's weird, but I can't think of a better stepdad than Livy."

"And the fact that you're having sex with her like Mom is doesn't bother you?"

"That's part of it. It's why I trust her so much, I know on a deep level how she cares about us. She must tell you the same nice things when you two are having sex."

"Not knowing what she tells you, I wouldn't know. Yeah, she whispers nice stuff in my ear, and I know she's being sincere, but,..."

"I think you just need a little more time to get used to her and this situation, is all," I said.

"See, that's what I don't like. Any situation a person has to adjust to should be looked at very carefully. It means that it's a situation beyond that person's control, which means that person has little or no choices."

" ... I see what you mean, but that happens all the time in life, and that trust,... I just don't worry about that, I know I don't have to with her."

"You trust her intentions."

"Absolutely. Jarid, give her a chance. She really does care about us and she's so supportive. She'd never bail on us, not unless Mom told her to take a hike and I don't see that ever happening."

He didn't answer right away. He kicked the ball back to me and rested the stick behind his neck and across his shoulders, hands at the ends as he looked at the ground thoughtfully.

"She is stable," he allowed.

"I've had enough of this," I said. "Let's go down to the dock, okay?"

"Alright."

After we put the hockey equipment away and wandered out of the lot, I grabbed his hand and swung it between us, giving him a friendly smile and asking, "Hey, you remember all those nights I'd hang out with you in the garage when you were working on your bike?"

"Yeah," he said, ambling along beside me, seemingly unbothered by my playful gesture.

"Well, it's like, when I look back on that now, I remember those as good times. Good memories. What you said about Livy being stable reminded me of that, because you were the only person for me to talk to back then. Yeah, I could go out and you'd be there, a guy doing what a guy does in a guy's place. You listened to me, I listened to you when you wanted to talk and, during that year, it was the only stability we had. And it occurred to me when we were putting my stuff away just now that,... well, I don't know how to say it. Just thanks, I guess. For being my dad."

That got his attention. He stopped right up halfway through the lot we were cutting through, dragging me to a halt as well, but not letting go of my hand.

"Dad?"

"Well, yeah," I answered, smiling sheepishly. "I never realized it back then, but,... Well, since we got here, I started seeing how mature you are before Olivia ever complimented you on that. Just thanks for those nights in the garage and know that I really do respect you and the things you say. I trust you."

He blinked at me, but moved on.

"I was fucked up and lost then, more so now," he confided. "Maybe you could have trusted me when we first got here, but I'd be careful of that now. If I were you."

"Because of what happened with you and Mom." I assumed.

He nodded and let my hand go, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans as we walked across the front row track.

"You're having a pretty hard time with that, huh?"

"When I'm sober and I think of it,... I just can't believe it. It's so hard to look at myself with,... It's even made me realize that, before this, I never even had an opinion of myself, so yeah, it's pretty hard to hack the one I have now. All I can do is try not to think about it and hope that, in time, I can pave over it with,... whatever! And the worst thing is that Mom keeps looking at me now like,... You just can't imagine the things I have to stop from running through my head. Thank god they're out on their little picnic today. Okay, I need to stop talking about this now, cause I'm getting pretty upset."

I wanted to tell him it was okay, because I could see that he was tormented by this, even though it still turned him on. I wanted to tell him that I was also having sex with Mom, so he might not feel so isolated in his own guilt trip, but Mom and Livy had told me to leave that little bomb for them to drop. Still, I felt sorry for him.

"Jarid,... Never mind. Look, let's turn around and you come with me. We're going to see Carrie."

"Why?" he asked miserably.

"Cause Carrie is a lot of fun. She'll take your mind off stuff. In fact, I think I'll finally let her pierce my brow and it'll be fun if you're there."

" ... Alright. Only because it'll be fun to watch you experience a little pain."

"Hey!"

"Don't ask. You deserve it, I assure you, just don't ask," he said with the slightest, wry smile.

"Hmm."

We started back up the beach and I grabbed his hand again, not even bothering to swing it, but reminding, "I did say I was sorry for punching you in the head."

"I can handle a punch in the head."

"Uh-huh. Know what?"

"What?"

"Carrie really wants to tat and pierce you, too, but she can't touch you unless she clears it with Livy first."

"Get outta here."

"Really. You're very much 'hands off' in the Park, you know."

"Well, what if I wanted one?"

"Carrie wouldn't do it. Neither would anyone else, not without Livy's permission first. I'll bet if she told every woman in the Park to turn their backs on you and not speak when you're around, they would."

" ... That's more than just a little freakish."

"I'd take it as a compliment. She doesn't even feel that way about Mom and me and I think we're both a little jealous of that. Nothing mean or anything, we're just,... Well, it's Livy."

"That's cause I got a cock and you don't. There's no excuse for me,... visiting other women."

"Would you if she allowed it?" I asked.

"No."

"That's what she said. That's one reason she thinks so much of you. Makes me kinda think about stuff, Mom too, I think."

"What stuff?"

" ... Nothing, just stuff," I said, not wanting to get into my recent second thoughts about certain behaviours of mine and Moms as of late, changing the subject by saying, "But, you could always pick a tat and ask Livy."

"Right."

"Hey, can I ask a personal favour?" I inquired.

"What?"

"Well,... I don't like to interfere, but would you try not to be so insulting to Livy?"

Hey, it bothered me. She didn't do anything to deserve being compared to scabies and it was mean of him.

"It's how I hold her at bay and she knows it," he said with a humourless grin.

"That's crazy, you don't have to hold her at bay."

"I'd be no good to her if I didn't. She knows that, too."

"So, what? You're going to just go on treating her like shit whenever the feeling strikes you?"

"Who can say? She's in the driver's seat, not me."

"I hate when you talk like that," I said, looking away from him as we neared Carrie's door.

"It's true. You helped put her there, you and Mom. You said you love her, that you trust her and her intentions, and it's pretty obvious that Mom does, too. As obvious as the fact that Olivia has no problem taking the wheel."

"But, you said she's stable," I argued, my voice rising a little.

"Yes, I did, I'm just saying that I have no idea how this is gonna turn out, so please don't ask me about what I'll be doing, or how I'll be acting in the future, because I've already proven that I can't even control my own actions! Okay!?"



"Okay! Shit, all I was asking was that you'd be a little fuckin' nicer to-!"

"Am I interrupting anything?" Carrie asked, walking out the door and standing between us with a joint, looking at both of us like she expected an answer.

Now I was worried. I half expected Jarid to tell her it was none of her business while praying he wouldn't. I quickly answered before he could open his vile trap.

"I'm sorry, Carrie. We were just,... talking and,..."

"Arguing," she finished while trying to hold a lungful, passing the joint to Jarid, who took it more out of surprise than anything.

"Well, yeah," I admitted.

"You come to my yard to argue?" she croaked.

I smiled a little, knowing she was mostly joking and that this was just her way of being Carrie, the reason I brought Jarid there in the first place.

She exhaled above my head, gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Well, thanks for comin' over anyway, Barbie girl. You too, Jarid," she said, turning and taking the joint he was passing back.

"Nice trailer. Airstreams are pretty cool," he said, allowing me to mostly relax.

"Thanks. Yeah, we like it, but the thing is that they're a lot more cool on the road, you know?"

She laughed as if it was someone else's problem, someone she didn't like. Jarid smiled a little, but disagreed.

"Nah. They're cool in the Park, too. Makes you think of the fifties."

This surprised me. He was actually communicating with a relatively strange and attractive woman without turning beet red. He looked a little nervous, but he was making out.

"That's a good thing?" she asked, taking another toke and handing it back.

"Well,... In the fifties, everybody seemed to be thinking about the future and the stuff they had back then was kinda neat. Some of it, anyway, like Airstream trailers."

While he puffed, she smiled, letting out her lungful, and said, "You know, fuck,... Now that you mention it, you can see Captain Kirk with an Airstream, eh?"

We all laughed at this. Carrie to the rescue.

"I've got Captain Dickie, the next best thing!" she added. "Okay, okay, what can I do for you two little brats? The tattoo lady has many things to do, vit vit."

"Well, unless this is a bad time, I decided to take you up on your piercing offer," I said.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. Well, little Bad Barbie girl, please step into my lair and have a beer and a seat on my recliner of pain and pleasure. Jarid, come on in and have a beer, too. Maybe we'll think of something that both you and Olivia will like, huh?"

Carrie is a trip. She's a one woman party that can get anybody's mind off anything and, if you give her a chance, she'll make you see life completely different while you're around her.

She danced up and down inside the airstream while The Tragically Hip played on her stereo, smoking a cigarette and getting things ready while I waited on her chair with a beer. She suddenly demanded to know where the Trudeaus of our era were while Jarid and I looked at one another , smiles on our faces, the hard feelings of minutes ago forgotten.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Okay, what's that?" I asked, pointing at Jen's left eyebrow and the small ring that pierced it.

She and Jarid had just walked through the door after being gone all day, even longer than Liv and I, we having gotten back from our little private picnic in a nearby field some hours earlier.

"She got her face holed so she could intimidate other players," Jarid spoke up. "I gotta say, it works."

They were both obviously a little buzzed.

"Mom, it's okay," Jen said. "She did a really good job and you can't really see the little holes when the ring isn't there, cause she hid it under my brow hairs."

"Come here," I said, wanting to look at this closer.

I glanced to Olivia with a little grin, already liking it a bit myself, despite my tone, and seeing that she did, too.

We both took a close look at it, she after me, and the little gold ring did give her a certain 'bad girl' look. However, I preferred her without it and still do.

"Very nice," Olivia approved, smiling at her.

Jen looked straight down the deep cowl of the top Liv wore, exposing the middle of her black and red lace bra and smiled.

"You look really nice, Livy. You too, Mom."

I had a light, medium green sweater over my shoulders and buttoned at the top, a very low cut, black cammie underneath that showed plenty of my own cleavage with an almost knee length, grey skirt. Liv had put the outfit together for me and called it the 'hot little soccer mommy' look.

"So do you," I said, looking at her beautiful youth in those hip huggers and a light blue baseball shirt. "But, you don't have to wear that ring around the house, do you?"

"Actually, I do gotta wear it for a while so the hole doesn't grow over, but after that I'll be able to take it out."

"Robbie will freak out," Liv warned.

"But, I'm not really a Barbie girl," she countered with a smile.

"No," Liv agreed, putting her arms around her waist from her seated position at the table. "You're not. But, you're my little Barbie girl."

"That's different, Livy."

"What did you two do all day, anyway?" I asked Jarid, who was observing them together as they now kissed one another.

"She took some shots on me, did the piercing thing and then we went for a ride out back with the boys for a while."

"Sounds fun. Did you try to talk her out of the piercing?"

"Nope."

"I thought you were the sensible one," I teased with a smile.

He smiled too and replied, "Out here, the only sensible thing is maintenance. And I got some of that to do before I put the bike away, so I'll see yas in a bit."

With that, he was gone. We looked at one another, waiting for someone to comment on that in a low voice.

"Well, I had a good time today and so did he," Jen volunteered in that predicted low voice. "I wanted to tell him about me and Mom to make him feel better about what happened yesterday, but I didn't."

"Good girl," Liv said. "I'd rather we all come clean on that together, and that happens tonight. I don't want that kept from him any longer."

"How much does it bother him?" I asked.

I myself wasn't bothered a whole lot by yesterday's events. Some, yes, but not enough to stop thinking about it and what might have been under different circumstances. I was more concerned with his view of those events, those being the deciding factors in the matter at that point.




Wheeling Park Ch. 11



"Quite a bit, I think," Jen answered. "But it turns him on, too. I talked to him about it today and he got hard, I could see it nice and good."

"He's upset because he liked it so much," Liv said. "I'm going out to help him a bit with his maintenance. Why don't you two put together a little something to eat and put that movie in for him so we can all watch it together?"

Jarid and Liv entered the RV some time later, deep in conversation over something concerning 'spring compression rates'. Jarid was actually doing the listening and there was no mistaking his respect of her opinions on the matter. She sent him to clean himself up, she washing her hands at the kitchen sink and humming a bouncy little tune while I smiled from behind.

And the smile was well warranted. We all sat and watched the movie with him, drinking beer, smoking pot and munching on the snacks Jen and I made. He was very settled, seemingly happy and enjoying himself, even while Jen cuddled with Liv just to my right with me between he and them.

"Good movie," he commented when the credits rolled.

"Cave dwelling mutants and girl power, what more is there?" Jen asked.

"Next movie," Liv said, getting out from under Jen and going to the large screen TV.

At this point, it was well after dark and the lights in the RV were all out, except for some dimmed illumination in the small pop-out living room sectional we all sat in.

Jarid yawned and took another sip of his beer. I was a little concerned about his alcohol consumption, but it seemed to keep him on an even keel and a lot more livable. I know how that sounds coming from his mother, but it was all just a sudden party and there seemed to be time to come around on that.

Like I seemed to be coming around on my public behaviour at the Park. It wasn't exactly that I regretted the things I'd done with those men, not really, but Jarid and Liv made me pay a little closer attention to what was to be appreciated at home.

Liv sat back down, this time to my left between Jarid and I to cuddle with him.

"What movie's this?" Jen asked.

"It's about a couple of undercover cops who gets found out," Liv explained.

"That sounds good," I expressed.

It was a porn movie. Jen giggled when she realized and I laughed a little too, getting more comfortable with my thighs folded and underneath me, my arms stretched out on the back of the couch, glass of wine in one hand.

"Oh, crap, you're kidding," Jarid said, shaking his head, but with the smallest grin.

"Nope,", Liv said decisively. "You owe me."

"I- I owe you?"

"All of us, actually. You passed out on us last night."

"You plied me with booze last night," he protested.

"Nevertheless, I had plans for you. Anyway, this is good, shut up and watch it with us, sug."

"You want me to sit here and watch porn with my mother and sister?" He laughed.

"Oh, grow up,", she playfully scolded.

We watched. Jen commented on how much fun it would be to get tied up and screwed while one of the female cops, bound to a post was having her dress ripped from her.

"Your mother likes having her clothes ripped off,", Liv stated, making me blush just a little as both the twins looked at me.

"It's exciting," I explained with a smile, watching her rub Jarid's belly, having unbuttoned his shirt without me noticing.

"My nipples are all hard," Jen announced, looking down while she pinched them up even more through her shirt.

"You're actually wearing a bra," Liv observed.

"Jarid's a lot more comfortable when I do. Aren't ya?"

He shrugged with a shy smile.

"Take your shirt off, Barbie girl," I suggested. "Show him the nice bra you wore for him."

"Uh,... Mom, I-", Jarid started.

"Shush," Liv finished.

"Sure," Jen agreed.

She got up to stand in front of Jarid and Liv and tore the front of her cotton baseball shirt down the front, arching her back and smiling wickedly. Her breasts popped out in a light blue, low cut bra, the one Liv bought for her with the shoulder straps connecting to the cups almost under her arms.

"Holy shit, Jen," Jarid almost gasped.

He stared at her nipples straining against the light fabric, like mine were against the shirt I was wearing, and I could just see the very top of her left areola.

"Ta-daaaa!" she exclaimed.

"Did you know Barbie's nipples and your mum's are the same?" Liv asked Jarid as Jen casually swiveled back and forth at her hips while holding his eyes.

"I,... I did notice that," he answered.

"You two get along good today?" she asked him next.

"Uh-huh," he returned, holding Jen's smiling expression as though he were hypnotized.

"That's nice. Your mum and I want you two to get along. I know you were always close and we don't want to see that ruined."

"Me neither," Jen added. "Nobody sees trigonometry like you, bro, I'd be lost without you."

"Yeah. Too bad I'm not taking hockey one-o-one this fall, you might be a little use to me in return," he responded.

My heart sank as I looked at Liv, seeing an expression in her face that mirrored mine. I looked to my Barbie, trying to prepare for how her feelings would be hurt by his sharp and unfair remark.

"Uncoordinated, jealous slob," she returned with an aggressive, yet purely jocular demeanor, putting her hands on her hips and stooping forward a little when she spoke down to him.

"Bulldyke jock," he shot.

"Dirtbag loser!" she fired back, trying not to laugh.

"Wannabe."

"Oooooooohhh!,... You suck dead bears."

"You lose, that's easy," Jarid sneered good naturedly, taking a drink and glancing at her chest as Liv and I now allowed ourselves to be entertained by this.

"You're just a nerd."

"Bottle-blonde bubblehead. I have to teach you two plus two every fall."

"I'm not the one who thinks plant reproductive organs are too embarrassing to talk about. Ha! Ha, ha!"

I couldn't help but laugh at this as Liv did, looking from one to the other.

"Oh, shit!" he swore with an embarrassed smile.

"You're a mary!" she teased.

"You're a hermaphrodite!" he charged with a laugh.

We laughed all the harder, Jen also laughing a bit now while Jarid retained some control.

"I can kick your ass!" she challenged.

"Only cause you know I won't hit you back!"

"Bullshit."

"You're just a little kitten who wants to be petted."

She laughed in reply and I wasn't quite sure how that laugh should be taken. It seemed aggressive, yet (ironically) in a kittenish way.

"Mee-oooowww," she teased.

"Uhhh, I think this is between you and sissy, bro," Liv told Jarid as she slid away from him and over to me.

"See, even Livy knows I'm the dominant twin. You're like my boy," she teased, standing there in her bra and completely open shirt, shifting her weight from hip to hip as he sprawled, watching her.

"Who climbed the rope right to the rafters in gym?" he asked.

She hopped into his lap, surprising him with her knees on either side of his thighs, and there was a brief struggle to grab one another's wrists. Jarid came out on top with a smile as Liv and I watched with all our attention, the movie forgotten. I should have known Jen would take over, if left to her own devices, but I wasn't complaining. I was curious to see what would happen.

"You're just a monkey boy," she said, straining against him, suddenly breaking down and laughing, losing her strength and allowing him to push her arms back, sticking her breasts out, almost touching his face with the maneuver.

"I'm stronger than you," he boasted.

"You're a redneck bum," she giggled, then moved in on him fast.

(smerp)

"Awwww, isn't that sweet?" Liv half teased, looking at Jarid's surprised expression after the kiss on the mouth she'd given him.

"I surprised you," Jen informed as she put up a half struggle against his grip, squirming deeper into his lap, pushing her chest closer to his face.

"You're cheating," he charged.

"That's what losers always say," she giggled again.

"You're a little freak," he laughed, looking at her chest again.

"Grab my hands."

"No, I'd have to let go. It's a trap."

"I swear it's not a trap, let go and grab my hands."

He smiled a little wider as Liv's hand rubbed my thigh, dipping under my skirt. He let go, hastily locking his fingers with hers afterward and looking at her, waiting for what came next, it seemed.

She slowly moved her grinning face closer until she was close enough to whisper something. When she was done, she moved back and watched him as he returned her stare, seemingly unsure of what his reaction should be. He looked over at Liv and I.

"Mom,...", he said hesitantly as Jen looked on. "Play with yourself."

"Yeah, we want to watch," Jen added.

I drew myself straighter, smiling at them, but asking, "Play with myself?"

"Seems pretty straight forward to me, sugar."

"Umm,..." I dithered, playing the game and loving it.

"Livy, can you make Mom take her skirt off and get her boobs out for us?" Jen asked.

She reached around and deftly unbuttoned the collar of my sweater before pulling my top down under my breasts, showing everyone my hard nipples that begged for attention.

"Liv!" I exclaimed, really loving it now as the kids just ate it up.

"Stand up, Trudy."

I stood and she grabbed the zipper at the back of my skirt, pulling it down so the garment started to slide off my hips with the help of her hands from behind as the kids watched from in front of me.

"Your mum's got such a nice ass," she said, kissing my cheeks and making me jump a little, shaking my bare breasts.

Jarid was staring at them while Jen watched my white panties come into view. Her proud, young tits were only a couple of inches away from his face as her hands now rested around his neck, his on her hips.

I stepped out of the skirt and sat, looking at Liv for what came next, but hearing it from Jen.

"Act like a slut for us, Mom."

"Do you want to see your mother touching herself, Jarid?" I asked.

After a brief hesitation, he nodded, receiving a kiss as a reward from his sister.

I started with my chest, squeezing my boobs together, taking them in my hands and holding them out for them to see while I watched their expressions. My nipples were at full charge and I hopped in my seat a little, inhaling sharply when I grabbed them, spreading my legs like a whore.

"Oh! Jarid, take Jen's shirt off," I encouraged.

He pulled the remnant over her head, she raising her arms to allow it. Liv moved from beside me and knelt on the seat cushion at their sides, facing them. She kissed both of them passionately before they co-operated in taking her shirt off as well. They each carefully pulled out a large breast and played with it, feeling, sucking her nipples, licking and kissing while they watched me pinching my own erect buds in front of my private little fantasy come to life.

"Let's see some action over there, Trudy," she said above their eager attentions to her body.

I leaned back and dipped my hand down to my crotch, rubbing myself over my panties, breathing heavily and moaning, "Uhhhhh! Mmmmmm! Ohhhhh, Olivia!"

"I know, sug, I'll be there soon, you just keep touching yourself."

"Ohhh, yes Olivia!"

"Isn't mummy such a good little slut?" she asked them.

They nodded and kept at her as she half closed her eyes, enjoying the moment while I slipped a finger inside the white lace between my legs.

"Is your little pussy all wet, Trudy?"

"Yeaaahhh!"

"You want me to come keep you company?"

"You know I doo!"

"Then give them what they want."

I pulled my panties aside and slipped a finger between my wet, spread lips, groaning in pleasure as I slowly worked it in. I inserted it to the knuckle and began slowly fingerfucking myself, subtly bucking into my hand while I watched the twins, now letting go of Liv's breasts to watch me as she was.

"That's it, sugar, fuck yourself so nice for us. Mm-hmm."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh! My pussy! Fuck, I need- uhhhhh!" I uttered.

"Don't forget your clit, Mom," Jen reminded, still pinching one of Olivia's nipples.

"Oh, god! aohh! Yeah! Oh, Yeah, Ohh-! Uhnnnn!?"

"Jarid's cock is all big and hard," Jen reported almost matter of factly, prompting a low, sleazy laugh from me amidst my moans as Jarid's attention went to her looming chest, then up to her face.

I slouched further and raised my legs straight up and back in a V so I could dance a finger over my flower as I worked my soaked opening for the three of them to see.

"Ummm,... can I get your cock out and play with it?" Jen asked hesitantly. "You can feel my muffin, if you say yes."

"I think you should let him do whatever he wants with your body," Liv suggested.

"Oh, my god," he replied, a little stunned, but obviously and hopelessly entangled.

"Yeah," Jen agreed with her smile as she dug between their legs at his pants. "You can take my clothes off and play with my body."

"Ahh! Oh shit, Jen, my-!"

"Shhhhh,", she soothed as she brought his manhood into view, softly stroking it while holding his eyes.

"OH! OH! FFUUUUCK!!" I cried out as I came.

"Oooooohh, look at mummy cum," Liv crooned, her hand rubbing between her legs and through her denim jeans.

"Oh my fuck, Jen!"

Liv now moved closer to me, standing and pulling me to a seated position, my face at the same level as her belt buckle and said, "Why don't you show Jarid how you suck pussy, Trudy hon?"

"Mmmmmm," I heard myself say, barely recovered from my orgasm, but attempting to undo her belt.

After finally getting her unbuttoned, I found she wore matching black and red panties and I rubbed them all over, back and front as she finished pulling her jeans down. I pushed them the rest of the way to her ankles for her, kissing the lace underthing tenderly before burrowing my mouth right between her legs.

"Ahhh! Ohhhh, Trudy! I love you, babe."

"I love you too!" I hissed pulling her panties down slowly as she stepped out of her jeans.

"Kiss me right here," Jen said softly.

I looked in time to see Jen guiding his face carefully to her chest with a hand at the back of his head. He gave her a small kiss at the very bottom of her cleavage where she indicated with her other hand.

"Hmmm. Deeper. Yes. Oh, just like that. I really like that, baby. Do it some more while I rub your nice,... big, hard cock."

Liv took my arms and lay me down along the end of the small sectional on my back so I could watch the twins while she spread her legs and straddled my face, lightly rubbing her lips across my mouth before my tongue began exploring them anew, my lips kissing here and there, hands reaching up and grabbing her wonderful breasts.

"Ohhhhh, god, yeah! Oh, your mummy's so good at this!"

I hummed into her opening while I gently sucked, probing softly with my tongue at the same time.

"Oh, Jarid!" Jen whispered, prompting me to look up and see his hand carefully feeling and rubbing his sister's crotch.

She ground herself into his hand, stroking his cock with her mouth open, suddenly locking it on his and kissing him needfully.

I was right. It was beautiful and, if I'd had my hand between my legs at the time, I'd have orgasmed again just watching them together like that. Liv's reaction was the same as I glanced up at her face, her attention riveted on them and breathing quicker, her groans becoming broken. I licked her clitoris and watched her eyes shut momentarily, letting out a short cry and writhing into my face a little harder.

Meanwhile, Jarid and Jen's mouths had separated. Jarid's hand pressed and rubbed all the harder as Liv reached over and unclasped Jen's bra at the back. Jen smiled at her and watched me for a moment while Liv pulled it off of her.

"Look at my nipples, Jarid. Uhn! Look at my titties!" Jen finished almost breathlessly as her spine rolled like a snake before straightening again.

She beheld him with nothing other than wanton abandon from the blonde locks of hair around her beautiful face. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked tentatively at first, then closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, pumping his pelvis upward in time for each of her slow strokes at his rock hard prick.

"Do you like it when I stroke your cock for you, baby?" she purred almost above his ear.

It made me wish I could have her place then, hoping I'd get a chance at him while I drove Olivia a little closer, sucking her clitoris while rubbing around with my lips in a small circle.

"Yeah!" Jarid groaned.

"Do you love my body?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

"I make you hard."

"Mmmmm!"

"Do you want to see my muffin?" I barely heard her ask.

"Oh, Jen!"

"You know I love you, baby. Say yeeessss."

Liv, was trying to quiet herself so she could hear as well, but that was becoming more and more difficult for her. She began to feel my scalp and hold one of her hands over mine on her breast, her eyes still half closed as she watched the beautiful couple make out.

"Oh, god yes, Jen!"

"I want you to show me how much you love me, so I don't need any other men. I want you to take my pants off and fuck me when I make you horny."

"I do love you!"

"Let me suck on your nice cock."

"Oh, god!" Liv erupted, no longer able to hold back. "Trudy! Fuck, your making me cum! Oh, fuck!! UUUUUGGGGHHHHH!! AHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUCKKK!!"



When she'd calmed, and by the time she got off me, Jen had slid out to Jarid's knees, bent sharply over with the end of Jarid's cock in her mouth. His expression was perfect. He loved it, even as he was trying to accept that it was his own beloved twin sister that was now wantonly sucking him.

"Oh, god! Oh, fuck!" he groaned, quite excited.

"I think we,... Oh, god you two are so beautiful together," Liv breathed. "Let's all go to your mum's room."

Once there, we all stood for a moment, looking at one another and just a little unsure of what to do next, even Jen who was anxiously twisting her nipple and staring at Jarid.

I went to Jarid and started kissing him softly. He tensed under my hand, especially when I pushed his shirt down over his shoulders and kissed his chest, but soon there was someone else at his side, whispering in his ear. It was Jen, telling him that he'd made her muffin all wet.

We moved Jarid down to the mattress, below and between us while Liv settled at the foot, smiling as Jen eagerly began making out with him again. I looked at his half open pants and glanced down the bed at Liv, licking my lips.

She made no gesture of instruction at all. I looked back at him, seeing the end of his cock now as he was forced to shift under Jen's increasing aggression. I reached out and unbuttoned them the rest of the way. Shifting position, I grabbed them by the waistband and pulled them and his underwear down and off, along with his sox. I watched him, completely nude underneath my topless daughter and touched myself, looking back at Liv.

This time, she smiled at me.

I moved forward again, reaching out slowly to put my hand on Jen's hips, gently raising her pelvis, feeling her help out while at the same time shifting herself further over him. Now it was easy to reach around her front, slowly unbutton her jeans and work them over her hips, one side at a time until I got them to her lower thighs. Then, she settled her weight on top of him, even pushing herself up further so his face was at chest level.

"Kiss me where I like, baby," she softly insisted as I pulled her hip huggers the rest of the way off. "Mmmmmm, use your tongue. ... Ohhh, yeaah."

Next up was her pretty little white cotton panties, covered in small pink hearts. I slid my hands under them, grabbing them from the inside and tugging them down as she again helped me until they came off her ankles.

And there they were. I moved back with Liv to just watch them from here, as much as I wanted to join them, and we began touching one another while appreciating this perfect little couple we'd made.




Wheeling Park Ch. 11



Jarid rolled her over and climbed on top of her, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and sucking as she reached down between them and grabbed his ever so hard cock, finding the precum at its tip right away and spreading it around the head with her thumb as she called out softly, writhing underneath him. He jumped at her touch, groaning into his mouthful of her breast, his back rising to meet her caressing hand that slowly made its way to his ass. She pulled him up, pointing him at her opening as she locked eyes full of desire on him, framed in her long blonde hair.

"Make love to me!" she begged in that small voice she often had during sex.

"Jen!", he husked in a warning tone, a last ditch attempt by his morality to avoid what everybody in my room that night so wanted to happen, himself included.

"No. There'll be no other men, baby. Just you and me forever. I Promise."

"I,..." he protested weakly as she tugged at his body harder, wriggling down at the same time until his cockhead was between her soaked and ready lips.

"Just come inside, baby. Make me so happy. Like you want to. ... Uhhhhnnnn! Ohhh!"

"Oh, god! Oh yessss!" I whispered, only for Olivia to hear as her fingers invaded my pussy and Jarid's penis slowly invaded Jen's adorable muffin right in front of me.

She wrapped her legs around him and thrust herself into his push, her mouth open, eyes squinted shut. Her hands were both on his back, pulling him closer to her until he also had his arms under and around her. They kissed tenderly, crying out in little breaths as they promptly fell into a mutually natural and most exquisite, grinding rhythm.

"They're so perfect," Liv's whisper said as it floated to my ear from her nearby lips.

I was so glad I didn't join in. This was a moment I wanted, dared to fantasize about, then dared to help make real. I've never forgotten a single detail of them together and I never will.

Sitting there watching, I suddenly realized that I couldn't have hoped for a better son, or daughter and smiled as he did slow figure eights inside of her, making her cry out longer and lower into his ear as he kissed her shoulder. No, how could two young people ever be more perfect for one another? In a different universe, each of them would have had an authentic Martha Stewart label, they were that picture perfect and, if you think that's twisted and deviant,... I'll go further and say that I was so proud of and happy for both my kids at that moment, that those feelings could never be put into words.

They went on like that for some time, neither one in any hurry with Jarid moving consistently in and out of her, dragging at the whimpering girl's clitoris each time. They came together, two slow, intense orgasms that made them clutch each other tight with restrained cries, spasming against their embrace of one another until their muscles slowly relaxed.

Jarid stayed inside her and they moved against one another afterwards, once again so passionately kissing. They looked down at us and smiled dreamily.

"Trudy, I think we should leave these two alone for the night," Liv offered in a quiet voice.

"I definitely agree," I said, watching Jarid's sperm begin to leak from around his cock and out of his sister, thankful she was on the pill.



Wheeling Park Ch. 12



I thought I was at home, upstairs in my bedroom, surrounded by my motorcycle posters in my own double bed and spread out under the quilts on the soft, compressed foam mattress of cloud stuff.

Strangely, though, I seemed to be jammed up against something. It was soft and warm and, when I fell into the half dream of a nice, warm coral reef, it was still there while I breathed the water just fine amidst all the multi coloured fish. It was a pretty nice place and I wondered why I left it so long ago,... Everyone was here. There was also a special friend, a very special one, but not the shark that had appeared, lovingly nuzzling at my neck and cheek. I was marveling at the shark's ability to turn me on when I remembered that I was jammed up, or something.

I remembered that because, whatever it was, the reef possibly, had shifted. I distinctly felt it redistribute its contact along my side, suddenly noticing the shark was gone.

"Sharkey girl!" I called, laughing afterward.

Well, sharkey girl had done quite a number on me and I had no idea what a female shark would do with a human male hardon, but it only seemed natural that it finish the job somehow, after all.

Someone grabbed it. I looked down to see the lower body of a mermaid pressed against me. She was gently gripping my erect cock and moving her hand up and down.

This, I realized, was the one I was really waiting for, that very special friend. Forget the damned cock teasing shark, this, I remembered as I looked up at her face, was of course the one and only-

Jen.

"BAAAAAAA!!!"

I jerked fully awake with a yell, jumping in alarm and surprise, arms and legs flailing and throwing her off of me.

"Fuck!" she yelled in her own sudden surprise and alarm, rolling away from me.

I panted on the bed, spread eagled on my back, naked and without covers because of the previous night's heat. She was also naked and, as my mind began to boggle, I recalled that there was a perfectly good reason for this. Of course, I'd spent half the night having sex with my sister.

(!!!!!)

"Holy shit, baby, you scared the hell outta me!"

(baby!? omigod!)

"Hey,... you okay?"

She didn't wait for an answer, instead climbed back on the bed and overtop of me on her hands and knees, looking straight down into my face with her hair hanging.

"Okay?" she asked again with more concern.

Something happened then. First, even though I was uptight about having her naked body that close, I was thankful she'd covered me with herself. I found that strange, even at the time, but then I really looked her in the face, reading her expression like I can so easily do with her and,... I relaxed a little. Then a little more.

"Yeah, sis. Just thought, ahhh,... You know, waking up someplace different."

She nodded. By then, my panic attack had mostly subsided and I actually laughed softly, prompting a smile from her.

"What's so funny, gear head?"

I rested my hand on her bare hip and replied, "It's actually not. Funny, I mean. I was just thinking,... Well I realized that everything's okay, cause it was you and that just seems so fucked."

"I know. Things,... feel different, somehow. Do you regret it?"

"I keep thinking I should, I keep going to feel regret, or shame cause I expect I should, but,... It's kinda not there. I'd think it would be," I said, looking up at her with a genuinely perplexed expression.

"I know, me too. But it's so natural cause it's us, right? I mean we're even talking about it like we talk about stuff."

"I just can't believe it happened," I said. "I can't,..."

She kissed me, allowing her lips to linger there before straightening her elbows again.

"I love you. And y'know, your biggest problem is that you haven't been getting any good morning kisses," she theorized with a knowing grin.

"So, I'll be a nicer guy today?"

"I think so, but we'll see. That wasn't a real good morning kiss session. Jump in the shower, tag team breakfast, just like at home."

The 'tag team breakfast' is a little meal preparation system that Jen and I had figured out during the past year. Basically, we get up at the same time, one of us takes a six minute shower while the other gets breakfast started. After six minutes, the one who started the meal would run upstairs for his or her six minute shower while the freshly clean person would come down to finish the meal, set it out and run a quick kitchen cleanup. Both of us could eat and shower, be out of the house and off to school in a little less than a half hour on some mornings.

"I want coffee," I asserted. "And put a shot of rye in it, will ya?"

"No. Just coffee."

"Huh?" I asked as she stepped out the door.

"Hurry up, I want to get out and gone before Mom and Liv get here. We'll just leave a note."

"What are we doing!?" I called, sitting up in Mom's bed now. "And why won't you spike my-"

"Tag team meals don't work when you waste time!" she called back a little irritably.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Alright, what's going on, you two?"

"What do you mean?" I asked Carrie.

We were sitting out on the sandbar, the bottoms of mine, Carrie's and Robbie's boobs in the water while Jarid sat with us. He wouldn't wear his Speedos, but he looked just as good in the denim cutoffs I made for him out of a half ruined pair of low cut, tighter fitting blue denims he had, despite his protests of me ruining his 'best' jeans.

"Well, for one thing, Jarid's here, he's smiling instead of looking like he wants to dig his own grave and crawl in, and you two have been shooting those looks back and forth the whole time."

"Really?" I asked, teasing.

"She's right and you know it," Robbie ascertained. "Both of you have silly perma-smiles pasted on your faces like you've just dropped a hit of cid. What gives, Barbie?"

"Oh,... nothing," I teased further, my smile getting even wider as Jarid and I glanced at one another.

"Jarid will tell us," Robbie said. "Jarid, I'll show you my tits if you tell us what's up."

"You'd show him your tits anyway, you silly woman," Carrie said.

"Well, he's got it goin on, doesn't he?" she easily excused herself.

As she smiled at his reddening face, she pulled the bright green triangles of her bikini top to the sides of her boobs, letting them hang naturally.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. I was quite surprised by it and, even though I couldn't hold anything against my good friend, Robbie, this being the Park and neither of them knowing how I now felt about him, I experienced a need to assert control somehow.

"Jarid and I are together now," I said, still smiling and glancing lovingly at him. "And except for Livy, we're exclusive to each other."

There was a pause, both their faces betraying their surprise before Carrie spoke.

"Wow. Good for you two."

"You think it's weird and disgusting," I assumed.

"No, Barbie," Carrie answered. "It's not like that hasn't gone on here before, you know. Besides, I may not know Jarid very well, but I know you and I know what kind of a person you are and how you've always treated me and everyone else around here. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

"That goes for me, too," Robbie said, having not put her boobs away.

"Thanks. Sorry, I guess I was just a little paranoid about what you'd think. I didn't mean to put words in your mouth and then accuse you of having them there."

"Perfectly natural, think no more of it," Carrie said dismissively. "Actually, I'll bet you two look just adorable holding hands and kissing."

"I'd hop in his lap right now so you could watch, if not for the Magpie," I confided.

"Jen!" Jarid complained, turning a deeper shade of red as the girls laughed knowingly.

"Cause he's an Aquapheliac, too." I giggled.

"Wh-! That's not true!" he stammered, trying to deny it.

"Livy told me, baby."

"Oh, great!"

"Aw, what's the big deal?" Carrie asked, splashing him with her hand. "Just think of the fun you'll have with her, both of you having that little kink."

"Day-um, I'm jealous," Robbie said, still not putting those boobs away.

"I know," Carrie said, "It's what I say, I wish I was an aqua- will you put those tits away? Jeez, ya think Barbie wants those in Jarid's face?"

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Barbie," Robbie quickly apologized while hastily popping them back in her bikini top. "It's the park, y'know and I just don't think."

"It's okay, Robbie," I assured her, feeling bad about my petty jealousy. "Hey, you're right, this is the Park, get em out if you want, it doesn't bother us."

"Put em away," Carrie instructed. "We don't want to confuse the poor boy."

Jarid said, "I don't confuse that easily."

We all chuckled over this, but Robbie put them away and didn't get them out again, as per Carrie's demand.

"It's okay, Barbie, I know," the tattooed blonde insisted with a reassuring smile. "She just likes to have them out, is all. I'll break out the nipple clamps later on and make it up to her."

Robbie giggled and the matter was dropped.

"So, yeah,... You two don't worry. If you knew how many times Robbie and I have traded husbands and stuff,... Well, nobody has any right to judge you two, especially here and when you're both so nice to everyone."

"Well, I'm nice. He's antisocial," I corrected.

"But I'm nicer today cause I got good morning kisses," he added.

"This is true," I affirmed, "but they weren't proper good morning kisses, so he could be a lot nicer."

"See what she's doing, Jarid? Already trying to change you. Tisk, tisk."

We both laughed at that.

"Men need to be changed, though," Robbie weighed in. "It's not like they come ready for use out of the box. There's some assembly required, then you gotta input the proper programming and keep them defragmented, so they can think straight and all that."

"Yeah, how you gonna get rid of all that programming his mother put into his head?" Carrie asked.

Okay, this was funny. Maybe you had to be there, or maybe you have to be in the position I was in to appreciate it, but it was damned funny and we all laughed. Mostly, I appreciated that joke because it was what truly told me that my friends at the Park wouldn't judge us, or think any less of us. As for outside the park? Well, that's not where my friends were anymore.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

We were walking through the grass above the beach later on, Jen's thin cotton shorts and shirt half dried and only translucent now. I looked as I pleased as she did at me and, without bra and panties, she was showing quite a lot, even then. I slowed to a stop, dragging her to a halt as well. She did a little quarter circle at the end of my arm, coming round with a smile that she never used before as she looked up at me.

"Should we have talked about this?" I asked her. "I mean, it's a pretty big thing and it might sound stupid, but I just think maybe we should have-"

"Baby, I seduced you. You wanted me, sure, but I made you want me. At first, I just wanted you for the kink of it but, the more I fantasized and stuff, the more I started to see it in a different way. There was nothing to talk about. We wanted each other and I,... wanted more. Would you have agreed if I came to you about it first?"

"You're very forward," I noted. "Well, I guess you always were. No, I probably wouldn't have agreed, because,... Well, just because."

"Do you regret it? Do you see what we have together?"

Suddenly, it was almost like talking to Olivia.

"I can't regret it because I do see. But, you know how I,... You know."

"Yeah, I know. You like to study your options before you jump. Look, you make fun of my 'Offensive Forward' mentality sometimes, but what you don't know is that when the plays break down and things could go either way in sudden death overtime and you find yourself in front of the net with the puck, you take a shot. It doesn't matter if you can't even see an opening, no worries about failure, you just watch your feet at the crease and snap it. Sometimes good things happen and it's how you win. I think we scored last night and I think we're winning, bro."

"That's one hell of an analogy," I said, not knowing quite what else to say.

"Yeah, but it's just an analogy. It doesn't come close to the value of what happened. Before this, I was uncertain. I knew what I wanted in life and I knew to drive myself hard to get it, like we were taught, but now it's different. Now I feel like I can set my eyes ahead of myself and keep them there, and that instead of seeing my way ahead at the end of a flashlight beam, I can see the whole way between me and my goals. I'm content and happy."

"Yeah,..." I said, thinking of her words and comparing them to how I felt. "I know kinda what you mean. Everything seems different now. When I look at you, it's like you're this totally different person, but at the same time, I know you so well. I know your smile, I know what makes you mad and what makes you happy, but,... It's really hard to explain. When you smile at me now, I just love you so much,..."

"It was like a honeymoon last night, wasn't it?" she asked with the very smile I'd just mentioned and probably on purpose.

"Yeah. I'm glad they left us alone." I said.

"That's why I wanted us to get out and away from them for a little while this morning. I wanted to make sure we could really connect after that, so it wouldn't turn into some filthy little regret between us instead of what it was.

"I understand," I said. "But will that follow outside the Park? What then? You know everything is changed forever now, right?"

"Well,... you'd think so, wouldn't you?" she replied with a thoughtful expression. "But, when I imagined us going back, getting on with our lives in town, I realized that almost nothing would change. We'll go to university and come back home together, like at high school, and study together at noon like we always did. We'll go get groceries and drive Mom's car on our errands like we always did. I'll be in hockey, you'll be working on your bike, or a car, or whatever in the garage in your spare time, and nothing changes."

"Except that we'll be having an intimate relationship that nobody can ever find out about because it would ruin our lives."

"Nobody will find out. We've always been very close and any little slip up we may make will be chalked up to that."

"But, will you see it this way then? When you're out of the Park and back in the world?"

"I know what you mean, but I honestly think I will. And you know what? After university, we can move someplace where nobody knows us and where my last name is the same as yours cause we're married. We can be a little more open then and it won't always feel so,... you know. No, I love you and I can't wait to come and visit you in the garage in the evenings this winter for our little talks. And,... we can sleep together in our bedrooms."

"See, there's a problem already," I pointed out.

"What problem?"

"Your room. You got all those soaps and scents and bastard powders in there and you never dust."

"Your allergy? You kiddin' me?" she laughed.

"You don't understand, it's bad. You'll have to come to my room."

"You're telling me I can't have you in my bed?"

"You know you can't, your room is a biohazard zone for me."

"Oh, come on!"

"It's true. After one minute, my nose is all tickly, my eyes are watering and I'm sniffing. After two minutes, I'm beyond the point of fatal exposure and I've got an allergy cold to deal with."

She laughed, asking, "Fatal exposure? You tard! We'll figure something out."

"Well, unless you actually clean your room, I don't know wha- Oh wait, here's what we do: I'll put a big plastic bag over my head and duct tape it around my neck. Yeah, then I'll run that fifty foot airline from the little compressor that Mom got me for Christmas last year into your room and feed it into the bag. The air pressure inflates the bag, my carbon dioxide escapes out the collar along with excess air pressure, so my head doesn't implode, and none of your contaminants can get in."

"What about when the compressor runs out, you'll suffocate."

"That's the ingenious part," I said, holding a finger up while making my point. "The-"

"What, you suffocating?" she giggled, coming closer.

" ... No. The ingenious part is that, if left plugged in and turned on, the compressor will turn itself on automatically whenever the pressure drops. So,... You see,..."

"I see you really are a tard," she said. "You're not fucking me like that."

"Sure I am."

"Oh, no you're not! I'll tell Mom!"

That reduced us both to hysterics.

"Hey," she prodded after we'd mostly recovered ourselves.

"What?"

"You think this would have been possible with some other guy? Remember Kyle, my ex boyfriend? You think I ever laughed like this with him? We're already closer than most people who have been married for years, definitely closer than Mom and Dad ever were, do you realize that? What are we gonna do, go out and get some best runner up to each other? Make some kids and screw them up with another divorce? Could we ever find anyone to love and be loved by like each other?"

"No."

Well, we couldn't. It wasn't as if I wanted kids, at least not then, and I still don't, so what else was I supposed to say to this? Furthermore, I knew I loved her like she wanted, knew she knew it and there wasn't even any use in denying it. How should I have made a moral stand at that point when I felt exactly as she did?

"I want you to know that I realize I've had more time with this than you have," she said, moving yet closer and putting her arms around my neck. "And I know this is pretty shocking for you, even though you know it's right for us, like I do, but it's nothing more than us together, just like always and just the way it was meant to be. Okay?"

"I feel that anyway. It's just,..."

"What, baby?"

"It's just that line we crossed."

"Oh. You mean the line. The one we like, see in our minds, where there's society's approval on one side and living a lie around unacceptable, deviant behaviour on the other. That one?"

"Yeah, that'd be it."

"That is a tough one, it was for me, too. All I can say is that I never settle for second best, no matter what, and I don't like being told I have to for reasons that don't satisfy me by people who mean nothing to me."

I didn't reply to this. I just took her in, her beauty and sincerity both holding my eyes as much as my attention to who she was to me now.

"What?" she asked.

"I do love that tattoo."

She smiled wide at this and kissed me.

"It really fits you too, you know. Especially now. It's weird, but you're kinda like you were before we got here, but,... obviously not."

"I know, I'm your bad Barbie. Gimmie kisses."

"Wait," I said, putting my hands on her waist.

"Hmm. There's a new facial expression from you. I like it."

"Yeah?" I asked, hiking her shirt up over her luscious tits as she only smiled, making no move whatsoever to stop me.

I softly kissed between them, just where and how she liked it before moving one aside just a little so I could go deeper.

"Mmm, Jarid, you remembered!"

"Yup," I said, straightening up with a smile. "I like doing it."

"Why don't you pinch my nipples a little bit? ... Yeah, like that. Ooooh, yeah."

She undid my cutoffs and put her hand straight in, quickly bringing me the rest of the way to full erection, the umpteenth one I'd had that day, so far. It was such a turn on, standing there in public doing that, with her of all people. Before I knew it, my hand was inside the front of her shorts, my fingers tracing around her lips as she sighed heavily.

"Uhh! Yeaaah. Baby, let's go home and fuck now."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Nope, I don't like them," Liv insisted, putting a dried dish in the cupboard and grabbing a wet one from the rack while I washed. "There's just something about them that seems to represent the end of people who can still do things for themselves."




Wheeling Park Ch. 12



"You've never had to clean up after yourself and three other people," I reminded her. "That's when a dishwasher is a woman's best friend."

"I thought diamonds were a woman's best friend."

"No, honey, they're a girl's best friend. A housewife's best friends are major appliances that vibrate a lot."

"You didn't!" she laughed, looking at me doubtfully.

"I tried the corner of the washing machine,... a few times."

"Oh, my god."

"Well,... Dammit!" I laughed in my defense, face flushing.

"Alright, apart from lonely housewives cheating on their washing machines, then, I still maintain that dishwashers are wrong, wrong, wrong."

"I'll have to write Oprah and get help for you," I teased. "Maybe Dr. Phil could come and sort you out and-"

"Sug, if you ever blindside me with Dr. Phil, I'll kick him in the nuts so hard his grandchildren will feel it. Wait, did they let him breed?"

"If you believe the tabloids, he and Oprah have a love child."

"Well, he could do worse. Still, I don't think they shoulda let him breed."

I looked at the clock again. Twenty after twelve.

"Try to contain yourself, Trudy."

"I just hope everything's okay."

"It will be," Liv assured me. "They're probably out alone somewhere, Barbie trying to get into Jarid's pants while he's trying to redefine every detail of their relationship."

"I can't get over how it was," I said, smiling as I remembered.

"Yeah. That was the best sex we ever had, last night at my trailer. You were so good."

"So were you."

We shared a kiss, my hands stopping their attention on a bowl while I enjoyed her lips and tongue.

"Mmm. Can you imagine how it was for them?" I asked.

"I'm glad we left them alone, even though I half expected Jarid to ruin everything with his mouth as soon as we left."

"But he seems a lot happier, lately. And he's always had limits with Barbie girl."

"Trudy?"

"Yes?"

"If everything's okay with them,... I have to make a quick business trip to Barrie tomorrow and I'll be taking my bike, so I thought you might like to come along. I'd love to have you."

"That sounds fun," I said, looking at her with growing anticipation. "How long would we be gone?"

"We wouldn't be back until the next day, probably about suppertime, or thereabouts. If you don't like the idea of the twins being left alone, they could stay with Mum and Dad, or we could get Carrie to check in on them?"

"Well, they're actually alright on their own. Unfortunately, they had to learn to be during the last year. Apparently, they've even been eating Mr. Noodles, though. I just found eight packets in the cupboard."

"What's wrong with Mr. Noodles?"



" ... I guess I do have a lot to teach you."

"If you say you'll come with me, I'll tie you up in our motel room and teach you a few things." Liv promised.

"Oh, you will?"

"That's right."

"You'd never get hold of me."

"Oh, Trudy,... Heh. I would. I promise you I would."

"Not without a great big fight."

"I was really hoping you'd say tha-"

The door opened behind us and in they walked, Jen with her top pulled up over her bared breasts, Jarid with a nice big lump in the front of his pants. Well, everything certainly seemed alright.

"Hey, kids," Liv greeted with a warm smile while drying the inside of a glass.

"Hi, Livy. Hi, Mom," Jen greeted back happily.

"How are you two this morning?" I asked, looking carefully at Jarid, at his eyes and not his smile.

"Great," Jen replied before grabbing Jarid by the shirt front and throwing him against the refrigerator.

"H-hey!" he stammered at her. "Wha-pbb! Mmmbp! Mmmm."

She threw herself into him, covering his mouth with hers and mauling his lips in an aggressive kiss, grinding herself against him while her hands travelled everywhere. Jarid was taken by surprise, but it wasn't long before his arms were around her, his hands finding the cheeks of her perfect little bottom.

"Oh, my," I muttered, a little surprised myself and seeing a like expression on Liv's face.

"Oh my, indeed," she returned.

My daughter wasted no time in unbuttoning Jarid's shirt, kissing his chest and sucking on his nipples, moving down to do the same thing with his belly and navel. Her hands quickly unfastened his shorts and we watched as she got my son's hard cock out right in front of us, stroking him and kissing his balls.

She looked up at Jarid with a wicked smile, much like the one on her tattoo, then turned it on me.

"Come on, Mom," she coaxed as if I were late for something.

The wineglass I was washing slipped out of my hands to shatter, only vaguely heard by me, in the sink full of dishes. I didn't even bother drying my hands, only went to my knees in front of him and beside my Jen, who was holding his hard cock out for me. I didn't hesitate at all and she held on to it while I went down on him, sucking him hungrily with my hand on his bare thigh, looking up at his cute, shocked expression.

"Mom!" he exclaimed.

"Let her do what she wants, baby," Jen told him before putting her tongue back on his balls with a dirty little giggle while I tried to deepthroat him.

We traded off now and again, each of us taking his balls and his cock, tasting his precum and deepthroating him as best we could. He moaned and his moans turned into groans as we both watched him. Liv came to his side and began kissing his shoulders and neck, making sure he was nice and relaxed. She took his shirt the rest of the way off and began playing with his nipples while whispering and sucking behind his ear, just under his hairline.

Jen wrapped her breasts around his wonderfully hard erection, stretching up to do it, and started fucking him like that. I held his cockhead in my mouth while she did, sucking there and playing my tongue around what I'd learned was a very sensitive spot, just below the head and in front. He was getting close, close enough that the thigh I held on to began to tremble.

"Ah, fff-! Oh, my fuck!" he yelped.

"Why don't you three kids just pretend I'm not here?" Liv suggested, walking behind us and taking the front passenger seat.

She swiveled around to watch as we both started licking and sucking up and down his shaft again, one on either side until our tongues met in that special place. We played there for a short time before licking his cockhead and taking turns sucking it every once in a while.

I looked up at him. He was looking down at us, watching his sister and mother sucking his cock, and he came.

"Uhhhh!" Ahhhh, fuck! Uuuurrrrrr!! Fffffuuuu-", he yelled as the hot load erupted from his rock hard penis.

"Oh, yeah. Oh,... yeah! Cum all over their pretty faces, sug!" Liv exclaimed, one hand down the front of her pants, the other inside her blouse.

"Mmmm," Jen enthused as she began greedily licking his cum from my face.

I did the same with her while my hand continued to stroke the still hard penis of my son.

"Oh, my god!" Jarid finally managed.

"I should say," I scolded sleazily while Jen licked his spunk from the bridge of my nose. "You came right in your mothers face. I'm starting to think you like it."

"Oh my god!" he repeated while Olivia laughed, long and low.

I laughed too as Jen predictably giggled and pulled me to my feet with her. She turned my back to Jarid and grabbed my bottom while I put my arms around her. We kissed each other, using our tongues for a few moments before we stopped and I looked back at him with a devilish smile.

"Isn't Mom's ass so nice, baby?"

He only watched, his mouth open a little while she caressed my bottom and suddenly gave me a little slap. I yelped and jumped, then felt her hand rubbing the spot while she laughed naughtily under her breath.

"Ohhh, Jen, honey!" I sighed, watching Jarid watch me, his cock still hard.

"Come and kiss Mom," Jen told him before lightly kissing my neck and shoulder, pulling aside the loose collar of my pink summer shirt.

He came closer without much hesitation and kissed the side of my face, then my mouth as I felt his erection touch my left cheek through my skirt, then its entire length against me as he assaulted the other side of my neck and shoulder with kisses, licking and sucking here and there like Jen was doing.

One of my hands rediscovered his cock, the other going down Jen's shorts. Both of them jerked and pressed harder against me at my touch, making me smile. The back of my skirt was being slowly raised and I looked back to see Jarid staring longingly at what he was uncovering. Once the hem was at the small of my back, his hand travelled over my bottom, squeezing each cheek before he also gave me a spank, making me jump, and rubbing it afterward as Jen did.

"Your mum does love her white panties, doesn't she?" Liv noted.

It was true, I did. It made me somehow feel all the dirtier when I enjoyed myself during times like then. At the time, I was wearing a pair of white short shorts, the really short kind. Lace in front and see through in back.

"Oh, yeah," Jen said, squirming against my hand, then roughly pulling my top open, popping buttons and tearing seems.

Jarid's hand went down the back of my panties and I thrilled, slipping a finger inside Jen and watching Liv push her jeans down to her knees, then to her ankles and off. She spread her legs, showing her dark green, satin underwear, inside of which her hand immediately went.

"Oh, Mom!" Jen cried, getting worked up now. "Ahhhh! Jarid, help me get her on the table!"

It didn't take very long to find myself on my back, Jen tearing my panties off while Jarid held my legs. Oh, god, this was so good. Once they had me completely exposed, they each held one of my legs spread and began licking my pussy. This was even better, a lot better.

I moaned in a high voice watching them do this for me, one on each lip, then one on my clitoris, the other on my wet opening, each of them seeming to know exactly what to do to compliment the other's efforts. It was simply the best oral experience imaginable and I couldn't believe it was happening to me. I supported myself by my elbows behind me on the table and watched, one of my breasts hauled half out by Jen only moments before. I grabbed the exposed, incredibly, itchingly erect nipple and played with it while they licked and sucked my pussy.

"Awww! Awwww, fuuuck!" I wailed as Jen's pinky finger slipped inside my flower. "Oh, honey, yes, yes!!"

"Finger her pussy again, Jarid. She wants you to."

"Yeah! I want your-! Uhh-hhffuuck!"

He did, slowly sinking his finger inside me as I keened a high note, squirming against their probing invaders and remembering that this was exactly what Liv and I did to Jen when we found out about her tattoo. It occurred to me how thoughtful she was to return the favour and my high note turned to a wanton laugh.

"Rub her clit, too."

"Ahhhhnnn! Ooohhhhh, fuck!" I went on.

"Isn't it fun having Mom here like this, like all at our mercy and stuff? We can do whatever we want and she'll let us, you know. Woncha, Mom?"

"Yesss!" I confirmed. "Oh, god, yes!"

"Mom loves that stuff. She likes having her clothes ripped off and being called a slut. She likes to be abused cause she's a very kinky and slutty mommy. Aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Fuck! Gaaaa-AAAA! AHHHH!! AAAA-OOOO- .......... -AHHHHHHHH!!! OH, FUUCK! OH, FUUUUCK!!" I hollered, orgasming hard, once again to Jarid's mouth and finger.

I'm not sure how much time went by before I was aware of a new sensation between my legs, as I was so focused on the twins, no longer thinking anything at all other than wanting them. I realized Jen was rubbing Jarid's hardon against my pussy, lying it along its length and working it between my lips. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was as we caught each other's eye.

"Ohh, honey,... Are you gonna fuck your slutty mommy?" I asked, prepared to beg if I had to.

"I'm pretty sure he'd like to," Jen said, shooting me a particularly wicked grin as she toyed with us. "And we know you want it, but before I can allow that, I'm afraid I'll have to have a little promise from you, Mom."

"Wha-? Hha?" I asked, staring at what she was doing while my pelvis twitched under him.

"Just the four of us from now on. Park, or no Park, it's just us four and nobody else from now on. Promise?"

"I second that," Liv announced in a breathless, hoarse voice as she worked herself, her eyes never leaving us.

"There ya go, Mom," Jen teased mercilessly, pressing him down a little harder and rubbing my clitoris with the ridge of his cockhead.

"Yes! Yes, I promise!" I said hastily, already having had some second thoughts about my philandering before then, anyhow. "Jarid, fuck me!"

"Mmm-hmmm," Jen approved. "Fuck her nice and hard."

She deftly guided him into my wet and ready opening while I watched him disappear up inside of me, peeling a high note, possibly soprano. Olivia moaned and Jarid's jaw sagged as we caught each other's eyes again. He pushed himself all the way in, staring at me and suddenly grabbing my bra and roughly pulling it down as he soon picked up his pace to a cervix bumping, solid fucking. Oh, god it was so good. It got better, though, as Jen pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them.

"Watch her suck my muffin. She loves it."

"Ahh! Ahh-hh! Ohhh, Mom!" Jarid ground out.

"Ooooh, fuck me hard, honey!" I begged as Jen climbed up on the table and straddled my head with her thighs, facing Jarid.

"Oh, god!" Liv moaned louder.

I dove into my daughter's sweet little muffin, grabbing her thighs in my hands and glancing at Jarid, seeing his expression over this and actually feeling him getting bigger and harder.

"Ahhnn! Oh, yeah, Mom! Stick your tongue in my muffin! Ahhh-hhhh! Yes!"

This was heaven for me. If we never repeated this, or any act like it again, I still would have been satisfied to have that and, as soon as he was inside me, any doubts about the promise I'd made were vanquished then and there. I licked my little Barbie everywhere, and so thankfully as I enjoyed the feel of my son's cock filling me, exciting my canal with its repeated passage. Again, I won't try to explain to you the love I felt for them and still do. It would be completely impossible and I doubt many would understand, even if I could, but I will say that it's that love that made the act and the many more that came after it so good.

I felt a hand at my clitoris as Liv cried out. I peeked long enough to see that her breasts had been spilled out of her top as she sat forward on the edge of her seat watching, fingers furiously at work behind the green satin.

A few minutes later, Jen was still bent over, sucking my clitoris while I was holding her lips apart, licking from her opening to her button and back again, sometimes fingering her while licking her anus. She began to tremble and cry out louder as Jarid started getting a bit louder as well.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she hummed into my pussy, getting even louder and more urgent, sounding like a kitten crying for its mother until she couldn't carry on with me any longer. "Ahhhh, Mom! Oh,... go- Haaa? Hiiii? Uvvvvv- FUCK! OH, MOMMY, YES! OHHHHH, I'M CUMMING! MOMMYYYY!!"

Right behind her, I heard Olivia's orgasm and something crashing as though knocked down amidst her frantic, halting yells of pleasure.

At that time of day, the heat was quite formidable and I finally noticed that Jen, like Jarid was soaked in her own sweat. She'd gotten rid of her shirt at some point and was now completely naked, her hair sticking together and to her face in wet clumps.

"H'rass!" She managed, falling to her knees on the padded seat as she looked up at Jarid.

"Ahhh! Fuck, I'm-"

"Cum in her ass!" Jen eagerly instructed, beginning to regain herself.

(Oh, yes please!)

He withdrew his cock from me and they turned me over with my thighs spread to the limit. I rested my face on the table, whimpering as his cockhead pressed at my anus.

"Just be careful at first, baby," Jen told him in a still shaky voice. "Just like with me. Just work your way in a little and-"

"Ohhhhh!!" I yelled as he did.

"-just,... in and out a little."

"Oh, god, yes!"

"Just a little further, baby,..."

Feeling him inside me when Jen finally brought him all the way was just so astonishingly good. What he said next made it all the better.

"Ohh! Awww, Mom! I love you! Fuck, Mom! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"

I was doing plenty of hollering of my own when his throbbing, twitching cock ejaculated deep inside my bottom and I felt every hot spurt from him.

After he finally pulled himself out, actually wheezing, I tried to stand but fell backwards into him, the three of us falling against the counter behind us and to the floor, still softly moaning.

When we'd collected ourselves, it was Jen who got to her shaky legs first, looking at Liv and saying, "I think our new stepdad needs some tenchy-poo."

Olivia looked at us with a smile that was equal parts love and lust as we neared. We tugged her to her feet and took the rest of her clothes off before we pulled her to the floor, all of us falling on her body, eagerly and lovingly.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I did go with Olivia the next day to Barrie, and it was a great time. The weather was, of course, sunny and hot and the ride on the back of her touring bike was so exhilarating. I thought of being her wife the whole way, like she'd described, holding on to her middle with my fingers interlocked, my ankles crossed on the tank in front of her as I watched the scenery go by, kilometer after kilometer.

And yes, in case you're wondering, I made her chase me around the motel room. Yes, she managed to eventually tie me down after tearing all my clothes off, despite my best efforts to stop her. Yes, she enjoyed my efforts very much, as she hinted the day before, and yes, she taught me many new and exciting things afterward.

And such was our summer.

No, not quite that simple, we weren't screwing each other every minute of the day for three months, which is probably what you're thinking no matter how harshly you have, or haven't judged the four of us. We grew closer that summer. We did a lot of things together and we were very happy, the four of us. Happier than we'd ever been.

And I actually did accomplish everything I meant to the day I decided we were leaving town for the summer. I became someone I could find in a mirror, definitely non boring and I brought the family closer. But maybe best of all, I now have Liv to rescue me from what would have been.

Even Jarid seemed to have found happiness. He and Jen were practically inseparable the whole summer and it was so nice to see them holding hands, or sleeping in the lounger together.

A day short of a week after we got back home, I heard the now familiar sound of Olivia's big, black Harley and ran outside to meet her, not even giving her a chance to get off her bike, or take her helmet off before I threw my arms around her and kissed her visor. I was so happy to see her, had missed her so much in that week and was gratified to find she felt the same way, once I finally gave her a chance to at least remove her helmet. Three days later, Junior arrived with the few boxes of things that Olivia cared to keep with her and our home became hers.

The kids seemed to adjust to this well, especially Jen who, like Jarid, began classes at university as planned. She got her spot on the team, also as expected, and Jarid got a full time job, which I tried to dissuade him from for fear his studies would suffer. He assured me they wouldn't and soon brought home a badly faded, twenty-five year old, silver Mustang Cobra that sounded like a piece of farm equipment, much to Jen's very rewarding approval.

I'll admit it was a little unexpected at first, even after those months at the Park, when I'd hear them thumping around in one of their bedrooms overhead, Jen giggling and screaming and Jarid yelling things like, "OW!", or "That's no fair!", before things would be settled in one of their beds, or on the floor, or on Jen's dresser. Of course, they didn't mind if I watched and the four of us would often share one another in as many different sexual arrangements as there were sleeping arrangements.




Wheeling Park Ch. 12



Not that we didn't have our problems. 



Wheeling Park Ch. 13



And you know where those problems came from, don't you? That's right, lil ol', antisocial me.

Things were good for the first little while. At least until the world fully settled back in and I began to notice a lot more the jokes about incest around the campus, on TV, etc. It's probably the same thing that happens when a person gets nailed on a DUI, he starts really noticing all those mothers against drunk driving on TV and billboards.

I tried to put it out of my head right from the very first, because I knew what I had in Jen and I didn't want to lose her, didn't want to crush her like that, either. But, it worked on me and worked on me, to the point where I lost focus in my studies. I tried to hide my feelings around the house and was, by and large, successful at that for a while. Then, my good ol' paranoia set in and I wanted to very much avoid Olivia while somehow distancing myself from the situation.

I hated myself, cursed myself, raged silently for some excuse at having allowed all this to happen and started having a hard time facing up to people, especially Jen and my mom, who I felt I had betrayed and was still betraying by even feeling that way.

I'd taken to standing idle, looking at the floor and softly cursing under my breath at the things that occupied my mind. Once, I got caught doing that at university by, of course, none other than the fucking Guidance councilor (I spent almost twenty minutes in his office, soft handling him and convincing him I was neither schizophrenic, or clinically depressed) and that's when I knew I had to get on top of this, somehow.

I got a job with a roofing company and it wasn't long before I saved enough money by climbing scaffolding with bundles of shingles for first and last month's rent. It was a very small apartment in a low income building that a handful of other students lived in, but it was mine and it was a secret. I started finding excuses to not go home with Jen, began missing our noon study time off and on until I was able to cut contact with all three of them entirely.

It wasn't easy, not at all. I missed them, especially Jen. So many times I almost walked out that door and got in the car to go home, you can't imagine, but I never did. I threw myself into my studies, carefully managing them, my classes and a job. This was actually easier than you'd think, since I didn't have a life, and after I learned how to very effectively budget my new 'go nowhere, do nothing' lifestyle, I began to build a savings account. Before too long, my nerves and self hatred actually began to clear with the help of regular inputs of rye and beer, which I kept stockpiled in abundance, like I did potatoes, oats and, of course, Mr. Noodles.

So, that's how I ended up sitting in my darkened little hole on Christmas Eve, taking a drink of rye from the plastic pint bottle and watching two British lads flinging small French cars with a giant trebuchet they'd built on Utube. It sounds pretty lowbrow, but it's not as if there's any TV worth watching on Christmas Eve and I'd just aced my midterms, so I figured I had the right to lower my brow for a little while.

(Knock-knock-knock!)

I jumped about a foot, suddenly muting the sound on my laptop and whipping my head around at the door. There were two dark shadows in the crack of light at the bottom, somebody's feet, but since I didn't know anyone outside work,...

(Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!)

I took another slug at the pint and set it on my desk as I stood quietly, looking at those two shadows. I crept on the balls of my bare feet to the door and looked through the peephole.

Olivia seemed to be staring right back through it at me. Her tan, western style, sheepskin winter coat with the fur collar was sprinkled with snow that had yet to melt, same as on her hair and the toes of her salt stained, dark brown hiking boots. There was a merrily smiling little Santa Claus face with flashing LED lights on her lapel, completely offsetting her pissed off expression.

"Open the door, Jarid."

I jerked away from the peephole as though it might try to hurt me. How in hell did she find me? And what did she want? (Fuck!)

I decided to stay quiet and try to make her think I was out.

"I said,... open,... the fuckin door, Jarid!"

My shoulders sagged as I let out a resigned sigh. Yeah, she knew I was there and I knew her well enough to know that the best thing I could do right then was to open the door. If I didn't, she probably would have used the fire extinguisher in the hall to break the doorknob off and then walk right in, anyway.

As soon as I unlocked the knob it turned from the other side and she pushed the door open, walking straight in, even knocking my shoulder and putting me a little drunkenly off balance for a moment while she shoved the door shut again behind her with a slam. She moved to the center of the tiny, mostly unfurnished living room and looked around herself, then at me.

"So, where are they?"

"Who?"

"Who? You sent an email telling us you met someone and that you were spending the holidays with her and her family. So, where are they? They discover what a little fuck you are and leave?"

"I had to say something," I said quietly, daring to meet her eyes.

"Yeah,... That was fuckin' somethin, alright, you have no idea," Olivia spat.

She glanced around again and remarked, "What a dump," before walking closer, getting a better look at me in the available light from the bathroom. "And look at you. You smell like a distillery and you look like a bum."

"This is my place and if-"

"Your place is at home! We haven't seen or heard from you in over two months and things aren't going very fuckin' well since you ran out!"

"That's not my problem. I'm just trying to have a normal life and I can't-"

"Not your problem? Jarid, it's your family! If you love them, it's your problem!"

"I can't drive myself crazy dealing with that for the rest of my life!"

"You should have come to us!"

"What, to get brainwashed again!? Fuck, it's not as if you three are unbiased, is it!? I have a right to happiness and I did the only thing I could do! If you three can't deal with that and move on, then yes, that's your problem and not mine!"

"You don't understand what you've done, you little asshole! Your mother doesn't know if she should be more worried about you or Jen! And don't you tell me one more time that it's not your problem! That house is in turmoil because you left!"

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt anybody, but I couldn't hack it!" I shouted. "It's not my problem and don't think you can puoooiiiissshhhh-!"

I couldn't remember the last time someone punched me in the stomach, but Olivia certainly ran a good refresher course. Down I went, sinking to my knees, trying to catch my breath and keep the mostly liquid contents of my stomach from the carpet.

"Jen is fuckin heartbroken, you worm! She mopes around the house and never smiles anymore, her midterms were a god damned disaster and her performance on the ice can't even be called lackluster! She's a basket case who cries herself to sleep half the time! Meanwhile, your mother is sure you're thinking the worst of us, crying half the time herself, trying to help Jen while worrying where her other kid is and if he's all-fuckin-right!"

"Ykuk!" I offered.

And if that wasn't enough, I've been dealing with your damned father all fuckin' day, who finds it pretty strange that you're not there, as if his ex wife's lesbian lover wasn't enough!"

"Fa-! Fatdhu!?" I forced, alarmed and very much paying attention now, my aching gut suddenly of very little importance.

"Yes, you're father! Apparently, you never even bothered to open all the email we sent you, cause if you had, you'd know he was spending Christmas Eve and Christmas day with us, wouldn't you?" Fuckhead! And that's the big reason you're coming back with me tonight, even if I have to drag you on your ass, because if you think I'm going to deal with him alone, you got another thing coming! If you think it won't be your problem if he gets your sister alone and breaks her down, cause he's curious about what the fuck is wrong with her, that's most definitely gonna be your fuckin problem, Jarid! You're coming back and we're going to handle that bastard, because I had to leave them alone with him and I ain't goin back without the chip off that ol' block in our corner to show for it!"

She grabbed me and physically dragged me to the bathroom, ordering, "I want you out here in fifteen minutes, ready to get dressed with a shower, shave and brushed teeth! If you're not, I'm coming in to finish for you, and it won't be like it was in the fuckin Park!"

A little less than a half hour later, she was shoving me into the elevator, already occupied by two people, of course two female students. One of them was kind of pretty and actually made an effort to talk to me the week before. I was thinking I might say hello the next time I saw her, but just then I was trying not to look at them at all.

"I still can't believe you," she fumed as the doors shut, sealing the three of us in with her. "Fuckin' two months and not one god damned word. And after everything you said, you cad. After everything- What the fuck are you lookin at, you dirty little fuckin twats!? Huh!?"

(No no no, this can't be happening!)

The girls franticly jabbed at the button representing the next floor we would descend to. The car stopped and they hurried off, apparently deciding to take the stairs instead.

(Just super)

A half hour trip, maybe a little more on account of the snowy conditions to sober the hell up, at least a little, and prepare myself for a meeting with Dad.

Dad. I hadn't seen him for some time, almost a year and, even if the circumstances were different, I wouldn't exactly go out of my way to see him again, anyway. He seemed to think he was the only one with better things to do, seemed to think he could just run out on us and leave us twisting in the wind like- exactly like I did.

I cracked the window and lit a cigarette, a habit I'd taken up to replace pot, which I couldn't get because I didn't know anyone. Olivia glanced over at me from the driver's side of the jeep as I pinched the bridge of my nose, looking down in my lap. All the efforts I'd made at building some kind of normal, sane life for myself were being threatened and I feared I'd never really live entirely on this side of Wheeling Park's culvert ever again.

I heaved a heavy sigh and looked up, straight ahead through the windshield, the wipers dutifully clearing away the driving snow for me. Taking another drag and exhaling slowly first, I asked, "How does he treat you, how's he treating Mom, what all has he said and what's he been asking who? Try to use his exact words and everyone else's when they answered him, or said anything of any importance."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"My ba-by takes the mor-nin train!

He works from nine to five and then!-"

It was Dad and Leslie, his new wife. He actually brought her. They were in the living room trying to sing in harmony with Jen's Karaoke machine and having a great old time. Meanwhile, Mom was sitting on the couch watching in a condition somewhat akin to catatonia.

I almost didn't recognize the attractive, young, dark brunette beside her. It was Jen and, obviously, she'd dyed her hair. She looked totally miserable while Olivia and I stood in the doorway to the room, as yet un-noticed.

"He takes a-no-ther home again!

To find me wai-ting fo-!"

Dad finally noticed us. He seemed pretty surprised and stopped singing while Leslie trailed off a few lone words after to stare a moment with him, directing Mom and Jen's attention our way, as well.

"Jarid!" Jen remarked, barely above a whisper as Mom seemed to gradually come alive.

"Surprise!" Olivia yelled happily, taking her coat off. "He called and told me his plans fell through, so I thought I'd make a run and grab him without tellin' yas. Great surprise, huh?"

Dad had made his way across the floor by then. He gave me one of those 'dear ol dad' hugs, then pumped my hand cheerfully.

"How are you, champ?" he asked enthusiastically while Leslie watched.

"Doin' good, Dad," I reported with a dry smile.

He looked at me a little funny, as if he was waiting for something, but then went on with his earlier enthusiasm.

"Glad to hear it, Son. Leslie and I are doing great, too. Hey, we brought slides from our vacation in Europe this year, betcha can't wait to see them, huh?"

"Makes the trip here worthwhile all on its own," I agreed, looking over his shoulder at Mom and Jen as they continued to stare, Mom with a growing smile, Jen with a slightly stunned expression.

"Yeah, I thought you'd want to see those. Hey, what's with the long hair? You goin' native on us?" he chuckled.

"Just grew this way," I said, wanting away from him already, but not eager to talk to Jen or Mom, either. "Actually, I-"

"Ha! What a wit! He gets that from me, y'know," he said to Leslie, turning halfway around before facing to me again. "Jumpin jeez, you've grown! You workin' out, or what?"

"Something like that. I got a job with a roofing company."

"A roof- but,... that's why I'm paying for your education, little buddy. So you don't have to do that kind of thing, like my father did for me."

I shrugged, shedding my army surplus, winter fatigue jacket and said, "Cars are expensive hobbies. Look, it's been kind of a lo-"

"Son, you could have called me, I'd have gotten you that car and anything else you needed, you know that! Hey, you're my number one son, right?" he asked, slapping my shoulder.

"I gotta use the can, I'll be right back."

(fuuuuuck!)

I left him standing there, lying my coat over the newel post of the stair railing and going for the downstairs bathroom off the kitchen while Olivia flashed me a slightly suspicious look.

I did actually have to use the bathroom, but I took my good old time in there. Once I was finished thoroughly washing and drying my hands, I stood in front of the mirror, staring into it at my face, taking a good look at what he would be seeing, trying to forget that my discomfort around people had now extended itself into my own home (previous home) in a big way. The guilt and dread I felt over Mom and Jen were actually worse than my anxiety about having to try to 'handle' Dad and, ironically, the person I felt most at ease with right then was Olivia.

And how to handle him? Why in hell was he even there, and with his new wife at that? Once my focus and the rye I'd been drinking that day calmed me down a little, I was able to speculate on a likely answer for the first part of that question.

Alvery. That French fuck from next door that Dad would often talk to and go golfing with. Neighbor buddies in the cultured wilds of upper suburbia, you might say, and it was likely they were still golfing together. From what Olivia told me of his comments and questions, he obviously knew she and Mom were a couple, although nobody'd mentioned it yet, so Alvery probably told him about Olivia moving in. He may have even seen some peck on the cheek in the backyard, or driveway, or whatever between she and Mom and mentioned that to Dad, too. And now here he was, on a little fact finding mission no less, even having invited himself under the excuse of spending the Holidays with Jen and I, according to Olivia.

Well, they had nothing to hide. Mom and Olivia had never planned on hiding their relationship and that in itself was no big deal. Yet.

I took a deep breath and stood straighter, letting it out and abruptly leaving the bathroom. Mom was there, clearing dishes and straightening up, obviously waiting for me. Our eyes met as she walked closer.

"Mom,... I don't know what to say," I said in a low voice.

" ... You could say you love me. That would mean a lot right now. Besides that, the important thing is that you're here."

"You know I love you, Mom. That never changed."

She smiled a little, nodding and then said, "Jen,..."

"Not interrupting anything, am I?" Dad intruded with his overly cheerful manner.

He walked across the floor to the fridge with an expression that clearly expected some sort of answer.

"No," I lied, not looking away from Mom. "I was just telling Mom what a great mother she's been for us. We were lucky to have her."

(Let the games begin.)

" ... Yeah, that's right," he answered uncertainly. "Hey, champ, you want a beer? I guess if you're old enough to work like a man, you can drink like one, eh? Ha, ha!"

"No thanks," I said, leaving Mom with that smile at my compliment.

I walked to the fridge myself, but opened the freezer and took out the liter of Crown Royal I knew Olivia always kept there. I took off the cap as he watched and took a respectable slug without so much as a wince, replaced the cap and put it back.

"I'm good. Mom, do we have any Five Alive?"

"Yes we do, honey, I'll get you a glass," she said with a slightly confused expression on her face that Dad never noticed.

"Wh- what the hell was that?" he asked with an unsure smile.

" ... What?"

"With the bottle. You got a problem there, Son?"

"Problem? ... No. Hey, as long as we're supposed to be drinking like men, right? Anyway, I don't like sitting around plugging beer into my face like some guys do," I lied again, glancing 'involuntarily' down at the slight paunch his midriff had never sported before. "Just a nip every once in a while is all you need, un- Oh, thanks, Mom. -unless you're into getting drunk, or something."

"And you're not?"

"Who's got the time for it?" I asked, sipping at the orange juice while Mom left the room.

"Huh. Well, I guess I,... can't fault you on the logic. Hey, so you got a new car, eh? Still got the bike?"

"Nope, gone."

"Oh. Uhh,..." he started, looking at me closely while I was able to relax a bit, finally having an excuse for my whiskey breath and suddenly feeling a lot warmer and a bit irritated. "Look, how've things-?"

He broke off suddenly, looking over his shoulder at the door while repositioning himself so he could see it before going on in a low, conspiratorial tone.

"How, ahhh,... How've things been since,... you know."

"Since the divorce?" I asked with a casual tone and volume.

"Well, not really. Son, I'm just a little surprised at your mother. I know about what's going on here, you know."

"Going on?" I asked, frowning slightly as if it seemed there might be something I should be concerned about.

"Yeah, you know, with this,... Olivia person.

"You mean that they're lesbians?"

"I- ... Well, yeah. What's up with that?"

I looked at him and blinked a few times, then shrugged my shoulders slowly with the glass of O.J. still in my hand and stated the obvious. "They're lesbians. There's nothing 'up' with it, they're,... well, lesbians. Nuff said."

"And you don't think that's odd? That your mother would just,... go like that?"

"Odd? Yeah, I suppose. I mean, who would have expected it, right? But, it's not as if it's never been known to happen and, anyway, who cares? They're really happy together, they have a great time out on Olivia's bikes and everything."

"Uh-huh," he stated.

"I hope you're not taking that personally, Dad."

"What?" he asked, taken off guard by this show of concern, showing me in turn that he was taking it personally.

"Well, you know what they say about men whose ex-wives suddenly prefer women."

"What do they say?" he asked, just a little on the defensive and as if he didn't know.

"Forget it. Like I said, you just shouldn't take that personally. I'm sure the statistics are padded and besides, you know how women are, eh? Listen, we should get out there," I finished, walking away and out of the room. I wiped a sudden smile off my face and stuck my head back in the kitchen to see him just standing there with a very curious expression. He started when he saw me.




Wheeling Park Ch. 13



"You comin? Leslie might be getting a little uncomfortable out there, you know."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

He wasn't kidding about the slideshow. We suffered through it, Liv and Mom making pretenses at how impressed they were while Jen just sat, glancing at me sitting beside her on the couch while I tried to pretend I didn't notice.

It was mostly pictures of dad and/or Leslie standing around all the expected scenes, such as the Eiffel Tower, one of the Queen's Royal Guards at his guardhouse, several mimes, etc..

Leslie sat on the edge of the couch on my other side, paying close attention to the TV as if she never saw the presentation before now. She was one of those women who always had a smile that seemed to say, 'Awwww, isn't that nice?', and reminded me of one of the janitors at university, whom I'd privately nicknamed, 'stick figure lady'. I found it pretty hard to believe that this was the package of excitement he left Mom for.

But then I realized, while pretending I was interested in how many miles their pedometer said they'd walked on their trip, that this could very well be why he'd brought her along. Relationships change, even I knew that. Sometimes what starts out as a whirlwind experience eventually starts to dull down and people change before you know it.

Now, here's Mom wearing makeup, snappy clothes, suddenly a total babe and now a lesbian with an attractive, assertive woman who takes her out on her Harley Davidson. How exciting is that?

My smile got wider the more I thought about that as Dad did his mime act for us, even though this very strong theory didn't solve the immediate problem that he represented. If anything, he'd want to come around more often now.

Also on the down side, I could clearly see him keeping an eye on Jen. Who kept looking at me. If Mom and Olivia prepped her for this visit, it obviously wasn't enough and Dad had clearly twigged in to the fact that she wasn't a very happy camper. That's until I get there, her mood lightens a bit and she keeps looking at me. My smile faded a little as I wondered if he'd noticed that yet. I wondered if Mom filled Olivia in on what went on while she was out forcibly abducting me. I wondered if this wasn't a good time for a cigarette.

I excused myself and, grabbing my jacket, walked through the kitchen, also grabbing another shot on the way out to the rear deck.

I puffed away in my untied army boots and stared at the snow covered RV. After a few minutes, Olivia joined me.

"What do you think?" she asked in an 'all business' tone. She was still pretty unhappy with me.

"Somebody's gotta get Jen to stop staring at me. We can't have any more of that, at all. What happened when you were gone?"

"Nothing important, mostly just the karaoke. Your mother never left them alone."

"Good."

"So?"

"So, what?" I asked, choosing to stare balefully at the RV, rather than look at her.

"So, what do you think?" she testily clarified.

"I think this is a very bad fuckin' situation, Olivia."

"No kiddin, what are we going to do about it?"

"Ride it out. You and Mom have nothing to hide and that's more or less what I told him when he asked. As for the rest of it, that's something he'd never imagine in a million years. As long as Jen doesn't give us away, we'll be good, but he'll bring her up sooner or later."

"None of this keeps him away."

"We might not be able to do that without arousing suspicion, but I'm working on it.

"There's something else about Jen," she brought up. "You and her aren't speaking. That's not normal, is it?"

"No," I sighed. "But I don't think I can handle talking to her right now, and I'm pretty sure she couldn't."

"Well, you'd better do something about it because he's definitely sharp enough-"

"What are you doing? Am I in this on my own, or what?"

"I'm the one watching Jen and your Mom while you deal with your father!" she hissed.

"Yeah?" I hissed back. "Well, that's great, cause now you got a new job! Get them acting natural and make it look like it's something Dad did or said, so his ego will blind him to the change in their attitudes!" And don't let him alone with any of us! Help me here, I shouldn't have to tell you this shit!"

"Shut up! This is all your fuckin' fault, you little creep!"

"Yeah, yeah, shit!" I sneered at the RV.

"You just make sure you get the job done!" she warned. "He's a slippery bugger and he has a lot of interest in us that goes beyond Jen, in case you haven't noticed!"

"Believe me, I've noticed. Be on your toes during supper, that's when he'll probably get aggressive."

"How do you know?"

"Because he always did. Whenever we were in trouble, whenever we had a family meeting, whenever he was curious about whatever, he always brought it up at supper. Just pay attention to what's goin' on at the table and don't get in my way unless I need support."

"What are you going to do?"

For the first time I looked at her a moment before exhaling a cloud of blue cigarette smoke into the dark, cold, Winter air.

"I don't know yet."

She didn't answer and there was a short silence between us, which she broke.

"Jarid."

"Yeah."

" ... I can't let you go back. One way or another, you're staying here."

She walked back inside before I could reply to this.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

She did it. She got them aside very naturally after the stupid slideshow and got them with the program. Mom was more Human and, while Jen still wasn't saying much, at least she wasn't staring at me anymore. Mom and Olivia actually even got up and did a karaoke duet to, I got you babe, Mom doing a great imitation of Cher with the accent and swinging her hair around. Olivia sang and acted as Sonny quite entertainingly, yet the performance wasn't without a subtle sex appeal, especially the lingering kiss they shared after. Even Jen and I smiled as we clapped at this. Dad and Leslie goggled, actually managing to do it politely.

By the time Mom and Jen emerged from the Kitchen with the turkey, calling everyone to the table, my atmosphere was pretty well set.

I caught Dad moving for the head of the table, the only chair that had arms, as I somehow knew he'd have the nerve to do. I waited until he put his hand on the back to pull it out.

"That's Olivia's seat," I informed him casually as I walked past. "Mom sits at the other end."

" ... Oh."

Mom looked up at this, but didn't say anything, probably as per Olivia's instructions as the older woman walked easily to her seat, smiling warmly at me. At least I could count on her to play a part. Mom served her first, as she always did serve that place at the table first when Dad occupied it. Yes, a nice subtle little message as to where he stood that might keep him in check.

It was a great setting, candles and everything. Mom and Olivia had really dolled themselves up for the occasion, too, with informal evening attire and perfect hair and makeup. While they sat at each end of the table, Jen and I sat beside each other, Dad and Leslie on the other side, he directly across from me.

I really didn't have much of an appetite, what with all that was going on and my liquid diet of the day. I was still buzzed quite nicely, though, and settled into the atmosphere of the job at hand.

Olivia carved the turkey while I watched Dad.

"You got enough turkey, princess?" he asked Jen, trying to steal a little of the thunder I'd set Olivia up with.

"Yes," she replied with a pasted smile.

"Jarid?" he asked.

"I'm good."

"So, tell me about this girlfriend of yours, champ. Betcha she's pretty, eh?"

"Yes, she is. I don't think she's my girlfriend anymore, though," I replied, watching Jen look at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Uh oh. What happened?"

"I did something,... stupid. I guess."

"What's that?"

"I didn't think I was ready for the way she felt about me."

"Ahh, my son the heartbreaker," he chuckled. "Don't worry, there's plenty of fish in the sea."

"I can't look at it that way."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not funny, disappointing people and hurting them like I did. I like to think I'm above that kind of betrayal,... I didn't do it lightly and she was no ordinary fish in the sea, at all. I love her. A lot."

"You'll get over it. You'll meet someone else before you know it and fall in love all over again. Jen, you got a boyfriend?"

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"Pretty girl like you? I find that hard to believe."

"My studies,...", she explained, finally looking away from me.

"Studies? From the looks of your midterms, I'd think you've been dating the entire first semester away," he observed.

She didn't answer, instead only kept eating while he watched her for a moment, chewing thoughtfully.

"How were your marks this term, Jarid? Your mother said she doesn't know. That bad?"

"I aced them," I said, not offering a reason why Mom didn't know. That could only look like an excuse for her and only liars and those with something to hide were quick to offer up unsolicited excuses.

"Good for you, champ! How's hockey, Jen?"

"Good," she toned.

" ... Hm."

He had the scent of blood. I could see it, here in his favourite arena as clearly as I could see that he'd had it for a little while now.

A few minutes went by where we all simply ate in relative silence as I surreptitiously watched dad. The gears in his head were spinning fast enough to blow a seal as he appeared to enjoy his mashed potatoes.

"Should we tell them now, dear?" Leslie half whispered to Dad in that little silvery, tinkle bell voice of hers.

Dad practically jumped, he was thinking so hard.

"Huh? Oh,... yes, of course, my little leibchien. (ahem) Uhh, I have a happy announcement to make," he said, his sub-demeanor, for want of a better term, leading me to believe that he either wasn't entirely happy about whatever news he had, or that he had bigger fish to fry at that time.

"Leslie's pregnant," I stated casually, picking up a bite sized slab of white meat with my fork, popping it into my mouth as if my assumption was only common sense.

Everybody looked at me as they froze, Mom with her fork halfway to her mouth. Leslie's jaw sagged a little while Dad stared. It was only a hunch, but it was obviously correct, not that it would have mattered even if it wasn't.

"I imagine that must be pretty exciting for you," I went on with the same half interested tone while methodically loading the tines of my fork with peas. "At least for now."

That sealed his attention squarely on me, which is what I had to have because I knew he'd be back at Jen, sooner than later. When I finally and nonchalantly looked him in the eyes, he returned an offended, yet uncertain expression for a few silent moments before speaking in a quietly intense voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Three AM feeding adventures for weeks and weeks, running out for diapers at the most inconvenient times and the like. Plus, the thing about how it's the end of your whole life and freedom and stuff. Well, that's how it seems at my age, anyway. Congrats."

" ... Appreciated, champ. Yes, we are pregnant, by the way, and very happy about it. ... You've changed."

"Have I?" I asked.

"Yes you have. Son,... are you sniffing marijuana?"

Do I have to even tell you what happened next? Let's just say it was the best thing he could have come out with. I actually did try not to laugh, as I'm sure Mom and Olivia did, but it was the shocked expression on Leslie's face while looking at me, the pot sniffer, that set me off.

He looked from one to another of us with an indignant expression, even Jen, who sat with her hand over her mouth, looking down into her lap.

"What?" he asked, making us laugh all the harder.

He was red faced and very unimpressed by the time I managed, "Dad, people don't sniff marijuana, they smoke it."

"And how would you know that?" he demanded.

"Oh Kevin," Mom dismissed with lingering amusement, "everybody knows that."

"Did you know?" he asked Leslie.

She shook her head and he looked around at the rest of us from within his little triumph.

"So, how far along are you?" Olivia asked Leslie with her own amused smile.

This was good. He'd lost credibility at the table and that might be enough to keep him silent and off Jen for a while. Even better, Olivia knew right when to jump in and exactly how to diffuse the situation, obviously seeing what was accomplished as I did. She wasn't in the dark by any means, she only wanted me, Dad's, 'chip off the ol block', as she'd put it, to lead our opposition because I knew him better and she didn't have the position. But, that was about to change.

"I'm seven weeks along," Leslie answered, suddenly getting the full force of Olivia's special charm.

"That's roughly seven and a half months from now," she estimated while shifting her weight, casually resting one hand on the arm of her chair, elbow sticking prominently out at her side and effectively accentuating the fact that she held the seat of the head of the household. "Any kids before this?"

"No."

"How old are you, if I might ask?" Olivia inquired, her eyes glancing briefly at Leslie's chest.

"Uhh,... thirty-four."

"He caught you just in time, eh? Well, I suppose you had a little more time. Trudy, what's the general cut off rate that doctors recommend for child bearing?"

"Forty," Mom said after swallowing her mouthful of food. "Prime childbearing years are between age sixteen and twenty-five. After that, the risk of Down Syndrome escalates with each year."

"If it's a boy, you should name it after Dad," I told Leslie, because timing is everything and I couldn't resist the implication.

"Nah," Olivia disagreed, once again paving over my innocent remark with conversation, just as she should. "They end up with 'Jr.' every time. Believe me, I know."

"I don't see anything wrong with Junior," Dad said, trying to regain some face and looking straight at me.

"It's your kid," Olivia shrugged, that getting his attention.

"I'm with Dad on that," I said, effectively trapping him with his own words and distracting him from Olivia's advance in turn, keeping him off balance.

"Jen, honey, would you please pass the gravy?" Mom asked, the model student of all that was Martha Stewart at the moment, as if the battle of subtlety at our end of the table wasn't happening. "Thank you. Will you two be going on another trip while you have the chance?"

" ... No," Dad answered, making an obvious effort to simmer down while I appeared to be following the conversation with only a passing interest, idly picking at the food on my plate as if time stopped at my will.

"Probably a lot of work to do with the nursery and such," Olivia assumed, nodding her head in understanding before popping a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.

He mumbled a convenient confirmation before concentrating on his meal while the rest of us made pleasant small talk for a while.

"I don't want to wear an old snowsuit, Liv," Mom refused about the time we were half finished with a little smile on her face, knowing she was being unreasonable.

"Sug, you'll freeze. Nobody worries about what they look like on skidoos. Jen has no problem wearing one, do you Jen?"

"Nope," Jen replied.

"See? You gotta wear skidoo boots, too, it gets cold when you're ripping along through the powder."

"I'll look like the Michelin Man."

"No, you'll look like a big kid, and that's the whole point of our two days, right?"

"I suppose," Mom reluctantly agreed.

"You want to be comfortable on an outing like that, Trudy."

"Sounds like fun," Dad offered. "You going, Jarid?"

"Depends on work," I answered, knowing nothing of these plans until that conversation.

"Oh. You're pretty driven, aren't you? You must be. I have to say, I'm impressed."

"Thanks, Dad," I sincerely returned, waiting for what he was going to try sneaking in behind that.

"You listened to me and it shows. Tell me,... How are you doing with your little, uh,... social disability? Ever since that homosexual incident at high school, I've been wondering- well, I'm concerned, of course. What did Dr. Funta conclude after his sessions with you?"

I have to say, that blindsided me. Even Jen didn't know about those sessions.

"I'm sorry, is that a sensitive topic for you?" he asked in the exact same manner in which I was attacking him earlier, resulting in the same sudden silence. "I assumed everyone here would know, I hope correctly, champ."

I sat, suddenly immobilized by the very disability he mentioned, also fearing that someone else would react to this beyond my own silent loss of composure. I couldn't really blame him. It was the same dirty tactics I'd used and he sure executed them well.

But then,... I understood pride and all the weaknesses that come with it, free to be exploited by an adversary in the know, and that's exactly what this boiled down to, even if he didn't realize it.

I decided to find out if he did. I made this decision as I watched the growing and well deserved satisfaction on his face as he glanced at Jen, who was now openly regarding my profile, and put my own pride away. I began to allow my face to gradually, un-noticeably become passive and blank. I'm very good at this and, if I had the slightest interest in poker, at least enough to bother learning the rules,... well, you get the picture.

"Oh,..." he said in a surprised tone. Nobody told Jen. I can see why, I guess. What was it you told the kid? Ummm,... oh yeah: 'Come back and talk to me when you finally decide to do the world a favour and hang yourself, I'll tie your noose and kick your chair.' Wow. At the time, I couldn't believe you'd say something like that, but looking at you now, I can kind of see it. Of course, I'm interested in hearing Dr. Funta's conclusions."

"Well, I've never put much faith in head doctors," I replied, having regained my composure. "I wouldn't worry about what he said."

" ... Is it something you don't want to share?"

"Not much point to repeating bullshit."

"No harm in it either, if it's not true."

"Whatever. Once you work past all his psychobabble and blind theories, I have abandonment issues. Oh, I know," I replied to his sudden change in expression. "It's pretty hard to believe, eh? I'm really not that type, I don't think. Personally, I think I'm just an antisocial fuck, just like everyone else says."

"Is that really an appropriate thing to say at the table, on Christmas Eve at that?"

"I didn't say it, I told you that's what everyone else says and I'm inclined to agree."

"Doesn't seem to bother you much."

"Beats the hell outta having abandonment issues," I returned, carelessly finishing off my potatoes.

After a pause he asked, "Do you have a problem?"

"Clarify."

"Gladly. I was surprised to find you weren't here when we first showed up, and now here you suddenly are." he noted, glancing at Olivia. "And, since you got here, you've been unreasonably hostile towards me. I also notice that you and Jenifer aren't speaking and I'm wondering what the hell is up with you."

I looked at Jen, she back at me for a moment before I turned back to face him.

"Jen and I aren't getting along right now."

"It must have been something to make you come up with some lie about a girlfriend who loved you too much in order to avoid coming home for Christmas."

"That's the price one pays for being antisocial. Jen and I will be alright, we've had our fights and differences before."

"What was this one about?"

"Her grades. I said some nasty things."

"Yeah, what's up with that? She doesn't seem very happy, does she?"

"That's her business," I asserted.

"Maybe I should ask her."

"Maybe you should."

"As soon as I'm done with you, champ. Just as soon as I'm done with you. You still haven't told me what your problem is."




Wheeling Park Ch. 13



We stared one another down for a short moment. In that moment, something passed between us. He was taking the gloves off and this was to be his stand. He would first dispense with me and then go on to Jen. It became clear that, in the best interests of Olivia, Mom, Jen and me, I had to put a final and permanent stop to him right then and there, no matter how ugly it got. I found the pride in his expression and prepared to speak to it.

In the silence, the sound of my fork piercing a knot of turkey gristle and cartiledge, pinning it to the plate before popping it in my mouth was almost deafening. I thoughtfully ground the unappetizing morsel in my jaws, pausing to ask, "Why are you here?"

"I came to spend Christmas with my children. I didn't think I'd be attacked by one of them."

I pointed my fork at him, my elbow still on the table and said, "That's a very honourable motive. Hey, do you still do the golf thing with Alvery?"

"What?"

"The asshole Frenchman next door. Remember him?"

" ... Yeah, we still golf sometimes," he said, clearly afraid to get caught in a lie and, in so doing, telling me he had something to lie about where my assumption was concerned. "What about it?"

"Just wondered. Actually, I always wondered that ever since you divorced Mom. Just one of those things, you know? So, yeah,... You wanted to come and spend some time with the kids. I guess anybody'd be curious."

"What do you mean, 'curious'? You got a point?"

"Not yet," I said, 'involuntarily' glancing at Leslie.

His eyes shifted, the muscles in his neck tensed the smallest bit while I sat there holding his eyes.

"Run out of things to mouth off about, champ?"

"Why'd you bring her here?"

"Leslie is my wife, that's why," he said defensively. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Let's just stop and think about that question for a minute, Dad. Let me just stop this whole thing so you can catch up, okay? Try to think about what you just said and tell me why it makes you sound like such a dumb fuck. Can you handle that, or do I have to explain that to you?"

"You watch yourself, champ," he threatened, his face and tone becoming very serious.

"Here's how I see things, daddyo: You're off on your whirlwind tour of life with your younger, faster wife, then one day at the golf course, you get word that something interesting is going on at the ol' homestead. Suddenly, being the properly motivated and caring individual we all know you to be, you remembered that you had a couple of kids by that woman, who is reportedly not so boring anymore. And you get curious, so what do you do? You wait for the perfect opportunity to present yourself with your little successes, trying to prove to yourself and us that it was worth it, leaving Mom because you found her boring. Yes, I know all about that, by the way. Mind you, you were hoping to find that your old buddy, Alvery was wrong because, if he was right, that would mean Mom was never boring. That would mean that you just weren't a big enough man to deal with her and too big a fool to even know it. And look. A woman did it in your place. I'm sure that hurts a lot, the thought that this woman is a bigger and better man than you are."

"I'm warning you, champ. I'm still your father," he grated.

"Yeah, it's a sharp point you were asking for, eh? No worries, it'll only hurt a little longer. So, yeah, here you are. You've got your new wife and all this proof that you're really not a fool, shoving yourself and your wife and your baby, European vacation and your cutesy little sing-alongs down our throats so you can feel like a man," I established, lighting a cigarette while I watched him silently rage, having already used anything he had on me.

"Yeah, months after you made it pretty clear to both Jen and me that you no longer give a shit, you come back. We finally get happiness and stability in the house after you fucked off on us and you come back to toxify it with your phony motivations, your pathetic little inferiorities and you wonder why Jen is upset. You're so fuckin' stupid, man."

"You are so full of shit!" he charged, red faced with rage.

"We both know I'm not. If you're big enough to honestly examine yourself, you'll find that I'm right spot on. And now here you are, starting all over again with a new wife and now a new kid, too. How long will it be before you run out on her? Before she starts making you feel your age? Fuckin' child. You were happy with your daddy's money because you never grew up enough to see the value of your own."

I wonder how many people reading this would have foreseen the punch in the face he gave me then. I honestly didn't. No, I never would have thought he would ever have done that, and I really do have to give him credit on his hand speed.

I almost fell backwards out of my chair, barely staggering to my feet and regaining my balance. Other than the initial shock, it really didn't hurt that much, or maybe that was just the rye.

"You rat bastard!" Olivia snarled, shooting up from her chair.

It wasn't necessary, though.

"Oh. I seem to have struck a nerve there, eh daddyo?" I asked, looking down at him and feeling the impact site on my cheekbone while Olivia froze, just as she should. "How many times did you fuck her behind Mom's back before you ran out on us?"

He yelled and lunged out of his chair, reaching forward across the table. I grabbed his wrist out of the air while coming around with a 'Bad Barbie Special' to his nose, breaking it and splashing blood over his placement at the table. I don't know why I kept punching him after that. It felt good, I guess. Stress relieving? Anyway, I just stood, holding him there by his wrist and beating him until Olivia grabbed me in a sleeper hold from behind and bodily wrenched me away from him.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Leslie screamed, trying to distance herself from the mayhem as Dad's semi-conscious bulk collapsed on the top of the table, sliding off to thump on the floor.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

"Jarid, stop it!" Olivia yelled in my ear.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

"I think Dad's out cold!" Jen reported, looking in astonishment under the table.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

"Glnmwus!" dad cried in a strange voice as he began to come back out of it.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

"Would you shut the fuck uuup!?" Mom shouted in Leslies face, reducing her to tears, but at least they were more or less quiet tears.

"Jarid, calm down, or I'll put you right out!" Olivia warned, increasing pressure as I struggled to get my hands on Dad.

"You,... Fuuuuck! You little fuuuck! Come here, I'm gonna break your god damned back you son of a-"

"Get out!!" Mom raged, stepping in front of Dad and preventing him from coming around the table at me as Olivia forcibly dragged me away, calling Jen to come along. "Get out of my house!! How dare you hit him, you,... FUCKTARD!!"

"Get the door!" Olivia ordered Jen, who flitted wide-eyed around us while she dragged me to the lower level, spare bedroom. Jen got the door opened while Dad shouted something about assault charges and more psychiatric examinations.

I was forced through the door and down on the bed.

"You've done your job! If you leave this room before I come back, I'll do something to you that you'll never forget!" she promised, her face hovering above mine and the end if her index finger pointing directly into the end of my nose. "Jen, make sure he stays here until he's calmed down enough for his own good, okay?"

Jen threw herself on top of me in reply, pinning me to the bed and stopping the rest of my struggles immediately.

Obviously, this was good enough for Olivia, who rushed out of the room to aid Mom in shouting Dad down, now joined by Leslie who was demanding to know what was wrong with Moms kid, (that being me) prompting Mom to call her a pathetic little twat and to tell her to mind her own god damned business.

At the moment, though, I had a more pressing concern, if you'll excuse the pun.

"Why?" she asked, her dark hair falling in my face.

Her lower lip trembled and tears rose to her eyes. She blinked a couple times and they fell on my cheeks with all the weight of my betrayal.

"Why did you,... do that? Why did you leave? You weren't supposed to do that," she said, as if I obviously couldn't have know better at the time.

"I said get out, you fuck!"

"I'm filing a law suit against that psychotic little son of a bitch in the-

"You do what Trudy tells you and get out, or I'm calling the cops and having you charged with assault! You threw the first punch and-"

"Jen, I never wanted to hurt you. I just couldn't,..."

"You could have come to me!" she whined heartbreakingly as more tears washed out of squinted eyes. "Didn't you know I love you!? We all do!"

"Kevin, pleeeease, let's just go! Junior will be stressed!!"

"Look at what he did to my face!!"

"Never go again, Jarid! Don't ever leave m-me like that again! You're not allowed!" she cried in that small voice of hers before completely breaking down into helpless sobs, holding me tight.

And I just couldn't stand up to that.

"One last time, little man, you take your fuckin' fun-time poodle and get the hell outta Trudy's house, or I'm calling the cops and charging you with assault and taking out a restraining or-!"

"I'M PAYING FOR THIS HOUSE YOU STUPID DYKE BIIIIITH!!"

"Well waddya want, a fuckin medal, ya twat? Huh? JUST GET THE FUCK OOOOOOUUT!!"

I held Jen as tight as she held me. And I cried too.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Two years later, 2010 Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver. I'm sitting in the stands with Mom on my left and Olivia on my right with most of the people we know from the Park in the stands surrounding us as we sipped our beer and watched the beginning of the first game of the finals between Canada and Team USA. The anthems had been sung and the hoopla dispensed with as I divided my attention between the huge screen and the ice below.

We cheered as a young woman in a Team Canada Jersey glided up for the faceoff. A long, blonde pony tail hung down her back from under her helmet and the cameras zoomed to show the face of the player who shared my last name.

She stopped abruptly in front of the American woman, stooping over and readying herself while eyeing her opponent. The cameras were zoomed in so well that they actually picked up the stud in her pierced brow, a yellow smiley face. Presently, her lips twisted into a cruel smirk as she said something. Just before the puck could be dropped, the American player straightened abruptly, saying something back with an affronted expression. Jen suddenly shoved her backwards. Hard.

Her legs kicked out rapidly, arms pinwheeling as she tried to keep her balance, but fell heavily on her back anyway. The whistle blasted and the referees came streaming in to break up the fight that was about to start before the game could even begin while the entire Canadian section stood and roared, especially us. The American section booed and hissed as Jen skated a little half circle, her stick gliding on the ice in front of her while she grinned wickedly at the angered, opposing players.

Bad Barbie was back and so was I. I'd been ever since that Christmas Eve when I got rid of Dad and I never allowed myself to look back again.

I never had a chance. Did I? I stayed around to watch that first time with Olivia and I got hung up. From there on, the only direction open to me was down and nothing I could have done, short of leaving, would have helped anything.

Yeah, I could've left the park after watching Mom and Jen enjoy themselves that first time in our lot, but how realistic was that? I didn't even know where I was, I'd slept half the way there, and then there were the locals in addition to the fact that the Honda wasn't legal,... And anyway, I did cut and run when I got the chance, but look how long it lasted.

So, I try not to think of my life with Jen as guarding my own mistake and, most times, I never do because I do love her deeply and forever. And I just can't leave her again, no matter what I feel. In short, I put it out of my mind in favour of counting my blessings and, I gotta say, Jen is one hell of a blessing.

Because when we're together, neither one of us could ever deny that we're twins and this is just the way that things are with us.

End