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What If? Ch. 03

By: PaulStevens



Edited by HJF



The next morning was typical for the two lovers in many ways, but this morning their early morning sex session that had become their custom had a little more tenderness than usual. It seemed both could feel the emotions still hanging in the air from the previous night. When it was over Katy made no attempt to rush away like usual. Instead she just laid there quietly treasuring the feel of him against her body.

Finally tired of the eerie silence Brandon spoke up, "You're awfully quiet this morning," he said, trying not to sound like he found anything wrong with that. She did not answer and he spun her to face him and looked her in the eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She hesitated and then said, "Please don't hate me for asking this, but I have to."

"Ask what honey?"

She took a deep breath and asked, "What you said last night, did you really mean that or were you just trying to get into my pants again?" Brandon was a little angry, but he hoped his understanding showed through more. The question was irritating, yet understandable. Katy had been taken advantage of so many times that she could not trust him when he was sincere.

"Of course I meant it, every word. I love you Katy Hemmings and nothing changes that." Then after a pause he said, "That said I understand the question, I know you've been hurt and as well as we know each other we're still new on the trust thing, but..."

She stopped him, "I know, I'm sorry, I just had to ask, I'm sorry I doubted you. It won't happen again, I promise." Then, after a pause she asked, "So what does a girl gotta do around here to get some breakfast?"

Brandon looked at her confused, "But babe, you usually..."

Katy narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously, "You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me would you? What's the matter, do you have another date for breakfast?"

"Of course not!" Brandon said.

"Good, then you're free to spend it with me, that is unless you don't want to..."

She was messing with him and he knew it, but that did not make being on the full defensive any more comfortable. Thoroughly confused at both her sudden shift in attitude and her new desire to change the morning routine Brandon did his best to gather his thoughts and give an intelligent, if not the correct answer.

"Of course I'd love to have breakfast with you my dear, but, and please don't take this the wrong way, don't you usually have somewhere to be about now? You know somewhere that makes it possible for me to perhaps survive this cruise?"

Katy smiled, clearly enjoying this game a lot, and said, "Well, while that is true, it is the last day of the cruise and I'd like to have breakfast with my boyfriend instead of my parents for a change. As for surviving, it's the last day. Daddy won't try to kill you so close to the end of the trip. Besides, weren't you all prepared to take on my dad last night for my hand? Or was that just talk, Brandon Metcalf?"

"Of course it wasn't," Brandon said, defensively thinking to himself that a day was still a long time to chance his survival. Still, the prospect of the entire day with Katy was very appealing. Knowing this could not be won Brandon smiled and asked, "Since it's impossible to cook you something myself would you prefer to order it in or go out?"

"Oooh, in sounds fun. That way we can fool around a bit before..."

"I like the sound of that," Brandon said, smiling.

"And then we can have a serious talk afterwards."

"I like that less." Brandon said, then added, "But I agree we do have stuff to discuss."

As promised after placing their breakfast order they fooled around some more both in bed and in the shower. By the time they finished their shower, in which neither really got clean, breakfast had arrived.

After an enjoyable meal together they began discussing the future. Things they had discussed before, but now more in earnest. Obviously the relationship was too new and neither was quite ready to assume they would make it, but they felt they needed to iron out more specifically what each wanted out of life to see whether they would match up. They agreed on many things like that they wanted kids and that if possible Katy would be a stay at home mom. They did disagree on the number of kids, but Brandon figured it was a non-factor as it was Katy who wanted more and truthfully he would not object so long as she did not mind having them. 

However the big issue was where to live as both were close to their families, but he was from Chicago and she from Connecticut. Not to mention he now had a great job awaiting him in Chicago. More than that though was the immediate issue of the long distance relationship. Being at such a crucial point in their relationship neither wanted to be separated from the other, but thought it was too much of a risk to move in so soon.

Katy suggested he take her dad's offer for a few weeks, working for extra income until his new job was ready. It would give him pay for the time being and allowing him to be closer to her. Brandon thought it was an okay idea but did not like working for a man whose daughter he was involved with, especially a man like Tim Hemmings. He said nothing of this though to Katy, and although he suspected she knew he had withheld something from her she said nothing about it as she left for a scheduled day at the ships spa.

That day at lunch Jeff Martin, Brandon's new employer, sat down next to him.

"You look like a man lost, Brandon. This would not happen to be remorse over accepting my offer, would it?"

"No sir, I don't regret that at all. It's a heck of an opportunity and I thank you for it."

"I sense a 'but' in there somewhere."

"Yes, Mr. Martin..."

"Please call me Jeff."

"Very well, Jeff, it's just that things got rather complicated last night for me and I'm trying to figure out what's next. Not to mention the fact that I'll need to find temporary work when I get home."

The other man smiled and nodded before asking, "This complication would not happen to have something to do with Tim Hemming's daughter would it?" Brandon must have looked surprised because Jeff continued, "Oh, don't look so surprised. You two have been near inseparable since that dinner party the ship hosted for you. By the way if you think you have Tim fooled with all that skulking you've got another thing coming. Still probably smart not to flaunt your relationship with his daughter right in front of him."

Deciding there was no use in hiding it Brandon admitted Katy's plan. The other man chuckled and shook his head. Brandon again was confused and Jeff said, "Oh ,sorry about that. It's funny how certain stars keep aligning for you two. Some couples have all the luck and it looks like you and Katy are one, or at least the universe is giving you two a fighting chance, what you make of it is up to you." After a pause he continued, "But I digress. The reason for my amazement is just this morning an old friend out east reminded me I owe him one, an old friend who owns a computer consulting business desperate for a good programmer to fill in for a few months. He had two good ones but one left for greener pastures and the other went into labor last night which means he's without a programmer for two months until her maternity leave is up. Given the fluid nature of his business he keeps a couple of places to house temporary employees. 

"The way I see it if I give him your name it's win win for everyone. I don't need you until the end of the year, you get to be near your girl thus avoiding the pressure of long distances on a new relationship, and if this all goes well my friend might end up owing me one. If the relationship goes bad when the two months are up you can come home."

Brandon pondered this and said, "Well it would be nice to have someone negotiating things for me so I can focus on the work, plus the thought of relying heavily on a man whose daughter I'm seeing was less than appealing. This way I can help out either on my spare time..."

"Or as part of a contract, the other reason I was thinking about sending you his way. If Harry is any kind of businessman, and believe me he is, he'll probably be able to get contracts with a few of those guys who offered you work, including Tim. What's more you'll get benefits and protection from Harry's firm."

"Sounds like a plan Jeff, thanks."

"You got a minute? I can set it up with Harry right now if you'd like."

Brandon agreed and a short call from Jeff and Brandon was soon talking to a very happy Harry. As promised Harry offered him lodgings. Brandon would need to supply his own vehicle, but otherwise things were taken care of and he was to be paid about the same as what Jeff was giving him. As promised by the time the afternoon was out Brandon had a list of clients to work on, in addition to those Harry needed help with. It turned out several of the passengers who offered him work were plenty willing to negotiate with Harry, including Tim Hemmings.

That evening at dinner Katy was ecstatic to learn what had transpired. As there was a big dance that night after dinner in celebration of the last night of the cruise, the couple decided to drop pretense and go together. Katy wore a simple black dress but as always she looked amazing. Brandon had decided to break out a suit he had brought, which Katy commented on.

"I do like you in a suit baby; you should wear them more often."

"Yeah well I only brought one. I didn't even know if I'd need it tonight."

"Mmm date or no date babe if you had worn this tonight you'd have been beating them off with a stick."

"Is that right?" he asked, playing along.

She smiled and said, "Of course, why do you think I'm staying so close to you?"

"Oh, I thought that was because you liked me." 

Katy flashed a sexy smile before leaning in, grabbing his crotch and while massaging his hardening cock whispered in his ear, "Oh I do like you baby, my pussy is so wet right now I can hardly stand it." Instantly his cock got painfully hard and feeling this Katy added, "It seems you want me too baby, but we can't have you sporting that hard-on all night. Let me help you with that babe."

Before he could react Katy had pulled away. In his daze it was a second before he thought to look for her, but her chair was empty. He was about to look around when suddenly he felt his chair slide toward the table a bit and he helped by scooting forward. He then felt hands undoing his zipper and seconds later two familiar hands fished out his cock and stroked it before it was engulfed by Katy's warm mouth.

What little brain power Brandon had was in complete shock. Here they were in the middle of a room with hundreds of people and Katy was sucking him off under the table. Soon though, her skill began robbing him of all ability to think clearly. 

Unfortunately at that moment one of the men he was to do contract work for approached the table. Katy took a little pity on him when she heard the man greet Brandon, but only a little.

"Ah, Brandon. good to see you. I thought I saw you with Miss Hemmings; is she in the bathroom?"

"Ah, yes," Brandon forced out as Katy gave him a particularly hard suck.

"Well, while we've got a moment I thought I'd discuss the project a bit, at least until she gets back. Wouldn't want to take away from an evening of young love."

Brandon nodded and as the man talked about the project Brandon followed the best he could with Katy slowly torturing his hard shaft with her mouth. When the man wrapped up he smiled and said, "Well I don't mean to bore you with work talk, you're obviously under the spell of new love my boy. Enjoy." With that he left and thankfully Katy was able to finish Brandon off.

When he finally came it was the hardest orgasm of his life. Not long after Katy remerged and sat next to him. She kissed him and said, "Wow baby, that was impressive, I half expected you to cry out while he was talking. I'd ask you to return the favor, but we both know I'd moan too loud, but just know that that amazing tongue of yours has a date with my dripping wet pussy." Brandon nodded and the DJ announced the last dance of the night not long after. Brandon had recovered by then and gladly took his naughty date out for one last dance.

That night they retired to his room where they stripped off their fancy clothes before using the hot tub together one last time. Then as promised Brandon took Katy to bed and ate her pussy to several mind blowing orgasms before plunging his hard cock into her eager pussy.

His pace was hard and fast and Katy just moaned in ecstasy, her massive boobs quaking with each thrust from Brandon. When at last they had had enough Brandon exploded into her warm depths and she came with him.

However soon after it was apparent Katy was not finished and after coaxing him to hardness again she told him to lay flat. She then lowered her big soft tits onto his shaft and pressing them around the hard cock began to tit fuck him. Brandon loved the feel of her pillowy breasts against his hard shaft and despite his earlier orgasms it was not long until he coated the firm mounds in his cum.

Katy smiled and as he watched she raised her tits to her mouth and began licking off his cum the best she could and scooping it off where her tongue couldn't reach.

Brandon watched the sexy sight in awe before the busty blonde settled next to him for the night wishing him good night as she went to drift off to sleep. However no sooner had her cute ass touched his cock then it somehow got hard again. Seemingly feeling the new development Katy looked over her shoulder and smiled at him as she wiggled her butt some more. Taking this as a sign Brandon lifted her leg and finding her still wet pussy entered her from behind. 

He fucked her slow while massing her hard nipples and soft tits. It was not long until they both had one last powerful orgasm after which both dropped into a very content sleep.

What If? Ch. 03



Escaping from the clutches of a Parallel security force with her duplicate in tow, Mariah flees to relative safety, trying desperately to get back to her world before everything comes crashing down around her slim shoulders.

...

"She took the first test, as she told us she would, and returned from it. The second test she took, she did not survive. Mariah died experimenting with the portal. Her body is in a state of constant flux now, she is trapped in what is known as a Causal loop and the only way to break free, is for her to make a change in her own timeline to interrupt the Moment where she caused the initial break. Nobody else can effect her timeline, so there is no way for her to break free."

"The portal developed is now in use in labs around the world as it allows us to experiment with temporal energy and wavicles in a way never before imagined. As a Time Travel device, it is a bust. You can only use it to effect your own timeline, and only effect your timeline in such a way that does not change anything that has become fixed in your timestream. Otherwise, you get stuck in the same Causal loop as Mariah did."

"So Mariah Douglas is not actually dead then?" Came the question from one of the students.

Doctor Scott sighed. "No, her body is frozen in a kind of stasis – radiating Cerenkov radiation and at a stable temperature of -198 centigrade. She has been this way for more than ten years now, and we have no way of effecting her timeline to break the loop."

...

Kitty was laid on a small bed to sleep off the medicine as Mariah, Trisha and Ian took delivery of the three truckloads of parts that JJ had arranged for them. The warehouse was full of large boxes and a few pallets of equipment that would soon become a replacement cannon to get Mariah home, with a passenger.

Mariah helped as much as possible, with Trisha keeping an eye on their sleeping patient while Ian began to assemble the components. The Cyclotrons he had gotten were not anywhere near as strong as the ones back home, but with the added enhancements Mariah knew how to do, they could still generate the cascade to make this work.

She was busy filling up the plastic torus with deionized water as he unpacked and rolled each cyclotron into position, hooking each one up to power and running it through some self-tests to ensure it was ready. They had fourteen cyclotrons, but only needed twelve to make this work. The other two were spares.

By the time she had filled the torus with water and had carefully hauled it into position, held in place by steel struts to hold it in the air at the required height, all twelve cyclotrons were active and in standby.

The final part was to wrap the silver conductive mesh around the torus, which would take hours of carefully weaving the thin silver wire around the entire mesh, and then setting up the computer to process the Cyclotron pulses into the correct pattern to make the Cerenkov flash a reality and generate the portal.

Ian brought them all some dinner once the sun set, and then he and Trisha vanished for about a half-hour as Mariah began to slowly bring up the ancient computer and begin programming it with the required sequence. She knew that he was off fucking Trisha, possibly being quite rough with her, and Mariah felt the same need to be taken and used. Now was not the time though, she had to finish this so she could get home. From what Ian had said, it would take less than a day for FedSec to figure out what had happened and then track the shipments down.

She looked up as Trisha came back into her field of vision, walking slightly wobbly, with a satisfied smile on her face, then began to work on the final calibrations of the computer alongside Mariah. Ian came in a few minutes later, carrying the wetsuit and a length of silver piping that would have to be sewn onto it so that Kitty could survive transit without adverse effects.

She sat down with the wetsuit, bolt of nylon thread, and the silver piping, then began to work, carefully sewing the matrix onto the suit as she watched her duplicate sleep.

...

Kitty woke up with a start, and sat up. She was on a small cot, in a large dark area, lit only by some dim lights. There was some sort of big machine close to her,but this was not FedSec. She was naked, bandaged up where FedSec had cut her, and she was not hurting anywhere nearly as much as she remembered.

She got to her feet, mindful of the other her sitting on a chair not too far away, fast asleep. Nearby were two other people, a naked dark woman and a clothed white man, sleeping in each others' arms. She didn't know them. Kitty had to get home.

She looked around and then grabbed a trench coat which she slipped over her shoulders and tied closed, to hide her nudity. She made her way quietly to the door, but was stopped by her own voice.

"Where are you going, Kitty?"

She turned to see her duplicate standing a few feet away, as quiet towards her as she had been to them.

"I have to get back to JJ, and my children." She said.

Her duplicate shook her head. "JJ is gone, Kitty. He helped us to get you out of the FedSec building, but to do so he had to make a big distraction. He made sure your children are safe, they will grow up with Miss Lorena. You remember her?"

Kitty nodded, feeling the weight of the world settling on her shoulders, which began to slump.

"They will be safe, nothing directly links Lorena to JJ. So FedSec will not find them. JJ is gone, Kitty. He is dead. He gave his life so I could save you. You need to be here so we can get out of here and keep you safe." Mariah explained as she walked forward and took Kitty into her arms as her duplicate began to cry.

...

Kitty stood with Trisha as both Mariah and Ian finished calibrations on a power train that was cobbled together in an effort to supply enough voltage to fuel everything. He pulled a switch down and the twelve big machines began to pulse and glow as they began to howl with the sound of massive fans blowing air. After she had recovered from the shock of the news, she had taken over the task of sewing the silver piping onto the bodysuit, doing a much better job than Mariah had done. Years of living with JJ had taught her sewing as a means of putting torn clothing back together, and Kitty was a good seamstress.

She was now dressed in that bodysuit, just like Mariah was. Kitty's was more sky blue where Mariah's was purple, but as she had been explained to, this suit would allow her to survive the trip. Whatever the trip was. She had no real idea what was going on, but she slipped back into basic obedience training from years of being chattel. She did as she was told, submissiveness was part of the natural thought process whipped into her by years of subjugation, and she had little in the way of free will.

"One hundred thousand." Ian reported, Mariah made adjustments and the twelve units began to pulse faster.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Ian asked.

"Same building, same location. One cannon brought me here, another cannon can bring us back." Mariah replied, then checked the readouts. "Cascade is beginning, step back to green, everybody."

She and Ian stepped back where Kitty and Trisha stood behind the green taped line as the cyclotrons opened up to begin load balancing and pouring energy into the central torus.

The roar began to build as the Cyclotrons peaked at five MeV, then the cascade began to radiate muons and quarks and the energy level began to build onto itself.

"Twenty MeV and climbing." Ian said, amazed at the glowing column of blue light that should not be visible but was very much real and growing brighter in the middle of the torus.

"Fifty MeV. Get ready for transit." Mariah said and took Kitty's hand.

"Seventy-five MeV." Ian reported, then got both girls to sit on a wheeled dolly platform that would roll into the interface and through the portal as it hit a hundred MeV. They would only have one shot at this. The Cyclotrons were all showing red line strain already.

"Eighty MeV." He said, a loud noise made them all turn as the doors were pulled open and a whole squad of FedSec officers marched into the room. Ian stood in front of the girls on the dolly, Trisha behind him, kneeling down and ready to push as soon as the mark hit 95.

"Shut it down, Professor." The lead officer ordered.

"It will destroy this entire building if we just cut the power, Captain." Ian said. Mariah noted that he slipped a small pill under his tongue before turning to face the security detail as the counter hit 90

"Then cycle it back off. This experiment is over." Came the order as the detail fanned out, weapons drawn.

"Trust me, Captain. You will want to see this through. This is remarkable." Ian said as he walked over to the officer. He then fell to the ground, stunned by the butt of the Captain's pistol as he was struck to the floor. Trisha yelled and pushed the dolly, propelling both girls through the one safe passage into the interface. As they wheeled away from her, Mariah covered Kitty's eyes as Trisha's face and torso erupted in blood from the bullets fired, she also noticed that Ian was foaming at the mouth, then there was an almighty flash of blue light.

...

Professor Emiratus Ian Scott sat in his chair, watching the news but not paying much attention, it was a tiring day. Fifteen years today she had vanished from his life, to leave behind a statue of herself that was not possible, and yet, there it was, still in his living room, a living sculpture of a woman he loved, who had played with time, and had been trapped by it.

He noticed it flicker, then the statue seemed to dissolve into a burst of coloured light, and everything changed.

...

Test 9 – Mariah and another woman tumbled from the platform as the Cyclotrons scaled down, the energy blowing upwards and outwards as the Cerenkov flash discharged safely.

"What in blazes?" Ian said as he ran over, sliding under the torus to help Mariah to her feet and then the other woman, who he was shocked to see, was also Mariah. The outfits were different, the other woman had a blue conductive suit, while Mariah was still in the purple one.

"It looks like we're back. God, Ian I was gone for weeks." Mariah said, hugging him, almost clutching to him, then she turned to pull Kitty to her, and hugged her as well.

"According to the transition beacon, 2.4 seconds of displacement." Ramon reported from one of the sensor suites.

"This is Kitty, my parallel. I couldn't leave her there, the place she was in was horrific." Mariah explained as she escorted her duplicate, holding on to her hand firmly, out of the torus and beyond the ring of Cyclotrons.

"21 Cyclotrons, twelve students, Ian, do you love me?" Mariah asked him as she looked around.

"Yes, Mariah. I don't think I am going to get used to this, however. I do love you." He replied, then her lips covered his and Mariah kissed him with a passion.

They all sat in a circle as Kitty described her world, and then Mariah described how they had managed to jump back, and the destruction of the device.

"So you don't think we can get back there?" Tom asked.

"I can't see how. It was some type of sideslip. Same time, just a different reality. I didn't travel back in time, except when we came here, we jumped back to the entry point, and then progressed from there."

"So then this was your moment? Not saving your parents, but bringing a duplicate home?" Kathleen asked her.

"I have no idea, but unless and until I get more messages, I have to assume this is right. I had no way to get home until Kitty was with me, and although it cost us your life in that parallel, Ian. We came back." Mariah replied.

...

"I don't know what to do." Kitty said as Ian drove them back to his house. "This is the same, yet so very different. I am very afraid." Mariah hugged her. "I'm here, and nobody here is going to hurt you."

Mariah helped Kitty out of the car and walked her into the house, where after a quick conversion with Ian, she then escorted her duplicate into the back bedroom and then into the bathroom where she turned on the shower.

Mariah deftly undid the clasps and peeled the neoprene suit off Kitty's body, then stripped herself as well, and indicated for Kitty to get into the shower. Kitty obeyed, unsure what else to do, and as Mariah got in with her, they both had a very unusual experience.

Showering with yourself is an experience that can only be described as ... different. Perhaps identical twins can experience something similar, but this was a full body duplicate, not a twin. Kitty and Mariah had the same DNA, right down to the same genetic code and markers.

Kitty would reach out to touch Mariah in the exact spot she needed it, they could wash and clean each other without any need for exploration, they both knew exactly what to do because it was themselves they were touching, just outside of their own bodies.

Once they had both washed each other, Mariah helped Kitty out of the shower, turned off the cascading water, and towelled her duplicate off then patted her dry. As she did, she noticed a few differences that Mariah thought might have to change. Kitty was not shaved, her fleece was natural, somewhat trimmed, but it was definitely there, unlike Mariah who normally waxed clean every week.

Mariah kept her hair in a short bob, while Kitty's was shoulder length and generally tied back. Her hair colour was the same, just different styles. Kitty also had a lot of old bruises and some scars that in some ways matched what Mariah had, but they were from different causes.

Once dried, Mariah led her duplicate to the spare bedroom and had her sit on the bed while she pulled out a chair and sat down, facing her.

"Hungry?" Mariah finally asked her.

"Exhausted." Came the reply from her own voice, just in a different body. "Mariah, what am I going to do? You've taken me away from everything I've ever known. I'm chattel, that is all I've known for twelve years. Who will own me now, or don't you do that here?"

"We don't have real slavery. Not like what you had. I'm going to take care of you, nothing is going to prevent me from doing that, Kitty. I just couldn't leave you there, not with JJ, and then that godawful FedSec group." Mariah said.

"My JJ was good to me. He took care of me, and my children. Yes, he owned me, but he wasn't cruel, or mean to me. He cared, in his own way. He is the one who arranged for you to get me out of the security building. I am your duplicate. If they had gotten hold of me again, they would have taken me apart to find out how you got here." Kitty said, then got to her feet, shakily, and walked over to grab both of Mariah's hands.

"Thank you. Because of you I can take another breath. Because of you I can wake to a new sunrise. Because of you, I don't have to worry about being sold off to anybody else." Kitty said, then leaned over and kissed Mariah. "Thank you for my life, it is yours now." She said as she stood back up, Mariah sitting there in a little shock.

"I-I don't want to own you, Kitty. Your life is your own, not mine to choose or make those kind of decisions for. You are your own woman now." Mariah stammered.

Kitty smiled, then went back to the bed and lay down. "I am yours now, Mariah. If you choose to let me be free, then I am free. What is freedom? I have no idea."

Mariah looked at the woman lying naked on the bed in front of her. Identical in almost every way, but different in small but subtle ways as well, Kitty had a visible stomach from childbirth and some light stretchmarks that belied her young 21 years, and which did nothing to reduce her attractiveness. Her hair was longer than Mariah's, but Kitty kept it swept back from her face, and her shoulder-length hair framed her face in a manner that worked well. Mariah knew that if she let her hair grow, it would do the same thing.

Mariah rose and went over to the bed, almost in a daze, and sat down beside her duplicate. She could only hear the rushing sound of her blood racing through her veins as she looked at herself lying on the bed, fully on display to her gaze, this was just like an out-of-body experience. Kitty shifted on the bed to make room for Mariah to get comfortable, and before Mariah really knew what was going on, Kitty had pulled her into an embrace.

"One thing I do know, Mariah. Is how to make somebody else feel good. I am going to make you feel good, as the first reward for saving me." Kitty said against Mariah's warm and wet lips, then she shifted and began to kiss her duplicate's neck, just below her ear, which made Mariah shiver.

Kissing yourself could be a very neutral experience. It probably should have been, because this was Mariah's duplicate, not her lover, or in any way her partner. However, Kitty's mouth was like live fire when it touched Mariah's lips, and her own body sprung to life when their lips touched. Mariah could feel her nipples crinkle then stiffen, and she was sure she just gushed a little down below as her body instantly responded to the touch from the perfect plaything.

Kitty broke the kiss and looked into the face of her duplicate, her heroine, who had saved her from a decidedly brutal fate, and made the decision to fully seduce her. In Kitty's defence, it was the least she could do for the woman who had risked everything to bring her to safety. She pulled Mariah down and gently kissed her behind the ear, then nibbled on her earlobe. Kitty had realized long before Mariah did, that whatever she knew would feel good, to Mariah would be ten times better, so she focused on serving her heroine.

Mariah gasped as her ear was lightly kissed, then captured between two warm lips and gently rolled and lightly nibbled on, her body squirmed with desire as it began to respond without conscious control. She was partially on top of Kitty, not quite kneeling, but leaning over her, she could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps as Kitty ministered to her ears and neck, giving her very intense pleasure as her lips nipped, kissed and gently dragged along her very sensitive flesh and brought Mariah to a peak of desire.

Kitty kissed her way down Mariah's neck, then her upper chest and then gently caressed her breasts as her lips sought and locked onto one of Mariah's nipples. She smiled at Mariah's startled gasp and capturing the nipple gently in her teeth, nibbled and rolled it back and forth, pulling it and very gently gnawing on it as the nipple grew even stiffer.

Kitty's other hand was busy massaging and kneading Mariah's other breast, finger and thumb holding onto the nipple and gently pulling and squeezing it until her mouth traded one wet nipple for the other and made it wet and very stiff as well, while her fingers and thumb worked their magic on the left breast as well.

Kitty slid her hands up to Mariah's shoulders and deftly flipped her duplicate over, so that Mariah was lying on her back and Kitty was on top, then sensuously lay on her, letting full body contact rule the day as she gently slid up, down and sideways on her duplicate, building Mariah's sensitivities and drawing more desire out of her than Mariah thought possible.

Kitty slid her hands down Mariah's belly and hips, then one hand slid between her legs and Mariah arched her back as delicate fingers brushed across her excited clit, bringing a fresh rush of fluid and a rush of pleasure to her. Kitty gently suckled and nipped both breasts and nipples in turn as her fingers caressed Mariah's clit and then slipped down between the folds to slide into her vagina, letting her fingers do what always felt good to her, which meant they were working magic on her highly aroused duplicate.

Her other hand was cupping and squeezing a bottom cheek and working it's own magic as Mariah built towards an orgasm like no other she had ever experienced. Kitty slid up and kissed her duplicate passionately, letting her tongue swirl against Mariah's as she got a hard kiss in return, Mariah's hands holding onto her hips and then gently touching and caressing the sides of her breasts.




What If? Ch. 03



Kitty slid down her duplicate, leaving a wet trail of kisses as she kissed both breasts, then under the breasts, the stomach, then below her stomach. Mariah gasped as she felt hot breath on her mons, then she writhed and cried out when Kitty's lips brushed against her clit and she erupted, feeling her entire body tense and contract around Kitty's fingers as she slid them deep inside her vagina and caressed against the front of it, rubbing her G spot as her body twisted in agonizing pleasure.

Kitty began to suck Mariah's clit as she rubbed small circles inside her vagina, bringing a continuous wave of pleasure as she worked on her duplicate, keeping her in a state of orgasmic pleasure for minutes before Mariah's body finally began to relax and she went somewhat limp. Kitty finally pulled her fingers out of Mariah's wet pussy and smoothly slid her way up her body until she joined lips with her duplicate again, allowing Mariah to taste herself as they kissed.

Mariah looked at her mirror image, only inches from herself, and smiled, Kitty smiled back.

"I think I should say thank you. I just don't even know how to describe it." She finally managed to murmur.

Kitty laughed, a vibration Mariah could feel through their bodies, touching on many points as they held each other and enjoyed the contact. Within a short time, Mariah fell asleep, Kitty was not too long after her, and both fell into a deep slumber for most of the next day.

...

Mariah gradually awoke, and opened her sleep crusted eyes to daylight leaking in from around the pulled curtains. She groaned and rolled over, realizing she was alone in the bed, and the clock read 3:20pm.

She got up and managed to make it to the bathroom before she burst, then managed to find a robe to pull on and walked into the kitchen where Kitty was sitting with Ian, talking quietly. She noted that Kitty was naked, and that Ian certainly did not seem to mind. Mariah paused for a second, then realized, to him – this was still her, so why would he object.

She walked up and smiled as Ian noticed her coming, and rose, with Kitty turning to look at her with a wide smile as well.

"Did you sleep well, Mariah?" Ian asked her, walking over and kissing her cheek.

"I feel like I need to go back to bed, for a year." She finally said, getting a laugh from her duplicate.

"I agree. I've been up for maybe half an hour, and feel like it's already time for a nap. Professor Scott says this is normal after what we went though." Kitty said, then stood and hugged Mariah, with a kiss on her other cheek.

"I've got to eat something or I'm going to fall over." Mariah said, then smiled again as she saw the soup and sandwiches already set up on the table.

"I figured you'd be up not too long after I woke, so I had the Professor get us both some food." Kitty said, then pulled out the chair. "Sit down and eat, you look a lot paler than I do."

Kitty sat down at the table where her own plate had been depleted and as Mariah dug into the plain but plentiful meal, continued to answer what questions Ian had about her world.

A knock at the door made Ian look up, and he rose as Mariah indicated for Kitty to go into the kitchen.

"Why?" Kitty asked.

"Because, in our world, you don't just walk around naked, even at home." Mariah said with a grin that faded rapidly as Ian opened the door then was pushed out of the way by a frantic Trisha as she bolted into the house.

"Mariah, we just got back into town after we got the news. Honey, how are you handling ... what the hell?" Trisha stopped dead in her tracks as she saw something that made no sense. Mariah was sitting at the table, and Mariah was standing in the kitchen.

Jake came in behind her and also stopped. "Now that ... is interesting." He said, dropping his duffel bag on the floor and staring at the two identical women where only one had been there when he and his wife had gone on deployment a few months ago. Word had reached them of the untimely deaths of Tad and Charlene and they had both mustered back home to help Kitty deal with the loss.

Ian knew them both, mostly by word of mouth, but he would not argue with the two dressed in military fatigues who had a long term commitment to his lover. He quietly closed the door behind Jake and went to stand beside Mariah as she stood, not quite certain what to do next. Kitty slowly moved out of the kitchen to stand beside her duplicate and looked at the two dark people dressed in security uniforms, not sure if this was FedSec or not, and hoped that if this was her end, it would be quick this time.

"Who is this?" Trisha finally said, walking up, only to have Kitty step backwards quickly to slip behind Mariah who stood her ground.

"Easy, easy. We're not going to hurt you." Jake said, noting Kitty's body language and grabbing Trisha to pull her backwards before she could approach the very scared woman now half-hiding behind Mariah.

"This is Kitty. She's my twin, I suppose you can call her that. But not biological. She is what Ian and I refer to as a temporal twin." Mariah finally said, reaching over and then wrapping the naked Kitty in a blanket that pretty much covered her torso, but still left her very fetchingly bare.

"Temporal twin? What the hell are you talking about?" Trisha exclaimed. "I know Susan did not have twins, Mariah. You are an only child. Who in the hell is this and why does she look exactly like you?"

"Miss Trisha, sit down and I will explain things to you. Sir Jake, could you?" Mariah said, exasperated as Jake firmly grabbed his wife and pulled her to a couch, then sat down with her on his lap, although Trisha resisted, she couldn't really argue with her man, he was physically stronger than her.

"Ian, please make us some coffee. I will be back in a couple of minutes, I need to get Kitty settled down. Don't move, I'll be right back." Mariah said, then vanished into the back of the house with her copy.

Trisha and Jake looked at each other in some confusion, she was searching his face for anything, all he could do was return her gaze and shrug, he had no idea what was going on. They heard footsteps and both women came back in, the other was now wrapped in a robe that covered her nakedness and she was sat down at the table, a good distance away, but still in the room as Mariah came over to sit on the table in front of Trisha and Jake.

Mariah reached over and took both of Trisha's hands in hers, then kissed her knuckles and looked at them both.

"Thank you for coming back as quickly as you could. I am still processing what happened to Charlene and Tad, it's very hard. I also had a bigger priority, as you see."

"Mariah, who is she?" Jake asked her quietly.

Mariah took a deep breath. "She is me. A perfect copy of me, with the same body, the same mind, but different experiences. In her history, Charlene died in the car accident and she ended up marrying JJ at the age of sixteen."

"Wait, wait, wait! What? Charlene never died in that accident. I remember, she got bruised up, you got more hurt than she was. What the hell?!?" Trisha exclaimed, looking at Mariah like she was insane.

"Trisha, let me explain." Mariah said in a firm tone that stopped Trisha's verbal eruption and she sat back against Jake, listening but still very upset.

"We built a device. A generator of sorts, using designs I had thought up. It was meant for me to use to fix a mistake that occurred, but I never figured out what mistake was supposed to be fixed. I used it, and I found Kitty. I had to bring her home." Mariah said, getting up and walking over to her duplicate, then hugging her tightly.

"How did you find her? What did this generator do?" Trisha asked.

Ian came around with a tray full of cups and placed it on the table, then he and Mariah poured coffee for everybody as Kitty was gently guided into the living room to sit in a chair, right beside Mariah. Mariah gave her a cup of coffee, then looked at Ian. "You can probably explain this part better than me. I get it all mixed up with soap bubbles."

Ian looked at the two soldiers who were the only family that his Mariah had left and thought of a way to explain the Many Worlds postulation as an analogy they would get quickly.

"You are both military, so you understand the need to constantly follow orders, without question, correct?"

"Of course, especially under fire." Trisha replied, drinking some coffee and beginning to relax, just a tiny bit, as Jake's fingers rubbed her back and tried to ease some of the tension out of her. She could not stop looking at Mariah and then Kitty. Two identical people who shouldn't be there.

"We have determined that the 'What If' scenario is true. When you make a go-nogo decision, quantum mechanics allows for you to follow that go decision. The other half, the nogo decision is blocked from you, but also continues. You decide to fire a bullet. However, what if you decided not to fire a bullet at that specific time?"

"This sounds like something out of Star Trek." Jake said with a gentle laugh.

"Mariah discovered a way to travel across the tracks, as it were. To cross the possibilities and explore the what if worlds as they exist. It was one such exploration that she entered the portal, and then emerged with Kitty. It was only a day ago this happened. For Mariah, it was more than two weeks of time spent with Kitty where and when she existed." Ian finished as he sat back, drinking his own coffee and watching as Jake and Trisha tried to wrap their heads around this concept, realizing that this was an explanation for there being two Mariah's now sitting in front of them.

"I still can't really understand this. You went to a different world, and brought her back?" Trisha finally said, after staring into her now empty coffee cup for more minutes than she cared to count.

"I had to. The world I reached was horrible. Everybody I knew was either dead, or in a very bad situation. My duplicate, which is what we refer to Kitty as to avoid confusion, was enslaved. As were you, Trisha. Jake was long dead. You and Ian gave your lives over there to allow us to come home safely." Mariah explained.

"I am nobody's slave. Well, I am yours, love, but that's beside the point." Trisha muttered.

"Where Kitty came from, the entire society was different. It was like Nazi Germany and the Confederate South all rolled into one. I was lucky to get her out alive." Mariah said, then reached over and took Kitty's hand, holding it tightly in her own.

"Ok, so now what? What are you going to do with a twin that all of a sudden appeared in your life?" Jake asked.

"I have no idea, but I won't leave her, and she needs me." Mariah said.

...

Kitty and Mariah both retired much later that evening than they anticipated, and fell deeply asleep almost immediately, their bodies still recovering from the flux of energy from the transit, leaving Ian, Trisha and Jake to talk until finally Ian also had to retire, begging exhaustion, at 2 in the morning.

Trisha and Jake went back to the house in Ballard that was now in their name, and spent a mostly sleepless night talking about what had happened and what had been explained to them, still trying to understand how there could be two of the same person. It was highly disconcerting, to say the least. Trisha finally slept after Jake simply pushed her onto the bed and took her, fucking her solidly until she had an orgasm and then she collapsed into his arms, exhausted and they finally drifted into a restless slumber.



What If? Ch. 04



Edited by HJF



Brandon and Katy stepped off the plane on a surprisingly warm September afternoon in Chicago. It seemed the weather gods of the Windy City had smiled upon them with a last taste of summer that was quite rare for late September.

"Oh, it's so beautiful out Brandon, no wonder why you like it here so much. I swear your fall is better than our summer." Brandon chuckled a bit to himself but before he could reply a familiar voice beat him to it.

"Well, we're glad you like it, but this isn't typical September weather. Still, we're glad to hear you like our summer more than Connecticut's." 

Brandon smiled at his sister's comments and said, "Couldn't have put it better myself Gina, as you seem to have guessed this is Katy. Katy, this is my brother Jack and his wife Gina." The three exchanged greetings, during which Brandon could not help but smile at the thumbs up Jack gave him while the ladies greeted each other before all four headed out of the airport. 

As they walked Katy and Gina immediately began chatting away like old friends, something Brandon was thankful for. He was glad to see Katy got along well with at least one member of his family. Also the fact that it gave Jack little room to ask that rude question Brandon knew he would ask eventually,was a bonus as well.

Not long after leaving the airport they decided to get lunch together and Jack asked Brandon how long he was in town. This was not an easy question because his two months were nearly up. Truthfully he was here for training for his Chicago job, but the real question was whether he was going back for another few months out east and he still had not yet made that particular decision. He liked Katy a lot, and the past few months together had brought them even closer, only strengthening the way he felt about her, but he knew distance and time were not on his side. Soon he would need to make the big decision on whether he thought this would work long term or not.

He had made promises to her that night on the cruise but this was different. He knew she would understand if he decided to walk away having given it a shot. Make no mistake it would be hard on her, but she would understand.

Brandon cleared his throat and answered, "Just the week of training for now. I still have time on my contract out east. After that, who knows? We'll see where everything sits at that point."

"Well, whatever you decide you must visit us more often. We miss having you around and so do the kids, you have to be sure and stop in and see them. They'll be quite upset if they learn Uncle Brandon was in town and did not visit them." She then turned to Katy and said, "Our kids absolutely adore Brandon, he's a natural with kids." Katy smiled and Brandon thought he caught a slight wink from Gina.

"I'll be sure to do that Gina, I'm here all week so it should not be a problem."

"What about you Katy," Gina asked, "Are you here all week?"

"No," Katy said, "Just the weekend; Brandon wanted me to see his hometown and meet his family and friends and this seemed like a good time to do it, but once the training starts this week I'm headed back home. I'll be bored otherwise, not knowing anyone and all. I fly home Monday"

After that the lunch went well and after dropping Brandon and Katy at his place Jack and Gina left the pair alone for their Friday night out together. It was nothing overly fancy, but the new surroundings made for a nice change of pace. 

The next day Brandon had been able to get tickets to that day's Cubs game. To Brandon's surprise, and a few guys around them, Katy appeared to be quite knowledgeable about baseball and sports in general. 

"What?" she asked of one of his shocked looks, her outfit and general look not helping the situation as she looked the epitome of a girly girl who tagged along with her boyfriend to the game, "Brandon, I have two brothers and a dad who when they aren't talking about business they're talking about sports. I took more interest in the sports because at least that involved watching cute guys running around in uniforms."

Brandon just smiled and shook his head in amazement, "I'm never going to figure you out, am I?" he said.

She smiled, "Probably not, but I think we can both agree you'll enjoy trying."

He nearly bust out laughing when she came back after going to the bathroom between innings dressed in a Cubs jersey and pink Cubs hat. It was clear she had visited the gift shop downstairs. She sat down, kissed him and off his reaction said in his ear, "Laugh all you want, but deep down you know I turn you on in this don't I? I caught how you've looked at the girls in the jerseys and you've always imagined your dream girl wearing one, haven't you?" Brandon was awestruck at her comment and realized how right she was, but he recovered.

"True, I'm not sure how I would've felt about the pink hat, but it fits your personality so well, I love it."

"Just it?" she said, teasing.

"You know what I mean," he said and to his surprise she let it go.

"Yes, I do," she said kissing him again, "I love you to baby."

After that they enjoyed the rest of the game despite the fact that the Cubs did lousy. He had been to better games there but knew he would truly never forget this one as long as he lived.

That night he and Katy met up with his friends and a few of their girlfriends for a night of fun. Katy got along with everyone really well, something she reflected on later that night when the pair was headed back to Brandon's.

"Everyone here is so nice, even other women I've met. Complete strangers were nice to me. It's not like back home where everyone seems to have something up their ass. It's so hard to make good friends there; here I doubt I'll have any trouble." Brandon did not fail to miss the heavy hints in that statement and smiled.

"Glad you like it hon, I've always found it a great place to live. And people out east aren't that bad, once you get to know them."

"The women are, trust me when you look like I do and you try to make a friend with some of those ultra snotty girls out there it gets nasty. Although I usually haven't had a boyfriend with me so having you around probably helped me be less of a threat to some of them."

"I can imagine," Brandon said, remembering the game, "Even when I'm with you might have issues. I got more than a few offers to take you off my hands from some of the guys around me at the game, much to the dislike of several of their girlfriends." 

Katy smiled and asked, "And what did you say?"

"Sorry boys, she's all mine." 

"Darn right and proud of it baby."

That night she came to bed wearing the jersey she had bought that day and nothing else. What's more it was unbuttoned half way down showing off her ample chest.

Brandon gulped and said, "I take back what I said at the game about that being the hottest I've ever seen a Cubs jersey worn; this takes the cake by far."

"I thought you'd say that," Katy said with a naughty smile before removing it completely and joining him on the bed. He immediately attacked her with sexual hunger and she willingly accepted his advances.

Buy the time he plunged his hard shaft into her eager pussy she had already cum twice and was clearly ready for more.

"Fuck me harder Brandon, my big stud you, fuck meeeee."

He complied with her demands and thrust hard, both building toward what they knew would be mind numbing climaxes. 

When he could hold it no longer he cried out and released a torrent of hot cum into to her warm tunnel and as he shuddered in orgasm he felt her walls contact against his shaft as she too cried out in extreme pleasure and came.

She cuddled up to him and when she got her breath back said, "Wow who knew a jersey could inspire such lust from you, babe. I know sports uniforms have always been a turn on for me, but I'd never expected it from a guy."

"What can I say? You really did look damn sexy in that jersey. That said I'm rather glad you took it off. While you looked good, fucking someone in a Cubs uniform is not exactly my fantasy. Although I probably would have managed as the typical Cubs player doesn't have your cute ass, big tits, and tight pussy."

"True," Katy said with a giggle, "Although I beg to differ on the ass remark, some of those guys have very nice butts, in my opinion anyway. That said I sure wouldn't mind fucking you wearing a Cubs jersey; call it kind of a little girl's fantasy."

"And one I'd happily fulfill my dear, but some other time... goodnight Katy."

"Goodnight," she said with a kiss.

The next day after a relaxing afternoon he and Katy had dinner at his parent's house. They, like everyone else thus far, seemed to like Katy a lot, something Brandon was very pleased about. After dinner Brandon needed to drop something off at his brother's who was on the way home.

To his surprise the kids were just headed to bed when he arrived and they were very curious about the pretty lady with Uncle Brandon, so after some brief introductions and a few questions they kids were directed towards bed but not before his niece asked,

"So are you my aunt or something?"

Katy smiled, "No sweetie, just a friend of your uncle's," she gave him a look before adding, "maybe someday though, but for now I'm just a friend."

"So what do we call you then?"

"Katy is fine." 

Jack and Gina set off to get the kids into bed and feeling weird standing around he and Katy gave them a hand. When that was over they all talked together briefly before Brandon got to why he had come over. He and Jack discussed things for a bit and were not surprised to find Katy and Gina deep in conversation themselves. They were surprised to find Gina in the kitchen explaining something.

"Gina's been ambushing anyone that asks about the kitchen designs, sorry about this man." Brandon looked at the pair and smiled noticing that Katy was far from bored; she was quite an active participant in the conversation.

"I don't think Katy minds somehow," he said pointing to the pair. It was then that Jack noticed the very two-sided conference. Jack explained that Gina was having the kitchen redone this week and had been talking to anyone who would listen about the design looking for ideas. It appears she had at last found a willing listener.

Seeing that it was getting late and Katy had an early flight the next day Brandon decided to head over and try to wrap things up, Jack begrudgingly following.

"Jack, can you believe it? Katy has had the most amazing idea for the kitchen. I'm surprised I didn't bring it up sooner."

"Well glad to hear somebody sharing your passion for this room," Jack said. Gina missed the sarcasm it seemed, though, and continued on.

"It's too bad you leave tomorrow Katy. I could use your input on a few other things."

"Who said I have to leave tomorrow?" Katy asked, shrugging. "I can get another flight home and I'd love the excuse to stay a few more days with Brandon." She turned and looked at him, "Unless you have a problem with that?"

He smiled "Of course not, I only suggested you go back because you'd be bored otherwise. If you don't mind staying a while longer to help Gina I'm sure she'd appreciate it, as long as it's not a burden on Gina."

"Are you kidding? She's a lifesaver and if she doesn't mind I wouldn't mind the extra hands around here."

"Gina..." Jack said uncomfortably.

"Unless I'm over-stepping I don't mean to imply you'd want to help with the kids."

Katy smiled, "Oh, I don't mind at all, I love kids and yours are adorable. Did Brandon tell you I want at least four of my own someday?"

"It's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow and after that we'll see."

With that Brandon and Katy said goodbye and left. All that week Brandon dropped Katy off at his brother's place before heading in to training and picked her up afterwards on his way home. It was an odd arrangement to be sure but he was glad of the extra time with Katy and he did get to see his nephews and niece everyday so that was a bonus. To his amusement despite her apparent protests the kids had insisted on calling Katy 'Aunt Katy', but Brandon swore he saw Kay smile each time they did even when she corrected them.

Brandon's class ended early, giving him Thursday afternoon and Friday off so instead he Katy met him after his class finished for a day in the city together. They were sitting in the park discussing their future when a bridal party came by to take pictures. All the sudden something came over Katy. When Brandon asked what was wrong he got the most surprising answer ever.

"Marry me!" Katy said enthusiastically.

"Katy? What? You're serious?" he asked. still in shock. 

She knelt in front of him and asked, "Brandon Metcalf I want to be your wife more than anything. Will you marry me?"

"Katy this is crazy," he said pulling her back onto the bench, "and aren't I supposed to be the one doing that?"

"Well yes, but if I wait for you to get around to it I'll be old and gray."

"You will not. I'm saving for the ring right now and then there the issue of your dad..."

"AH HAH! So you do want to marry me!"

"Of course, but..."

"But, nothing mister, I'm asking the question so please answer it. Will you marry me?" 

Brandon smiled and said, "Yes, of course I'll marry you."

"Good then, let's get moving."

"What?" he asked for the second time in five minutes.

"I want to do it today, so let's get moving."

"Today, where, with whom, and for what possible reason?"

"Why not today at the courthouse, by a judge I think, and again why not? We love each other. Why should a ring or my dad stand in the way of that?" He went to reply, but she cut him off, "Brandon I know you want to do this right, but why risk the wait? What if daddy doesn't let us? I say we seize the day and screw him and his money. Once we're married there's nothing he can do about us being together."

Brandon looked at the hopefulness in her eyes and realized it made some sense. It was still absolutely crazy, but then hadn't their entire relationship been based on the odd and crazy? He smiled and against every ounce of better judgment in his body said, "Sure, why not? If you're alright without the fancy wedding and the ring sure, I'll marry you today."

Katy smiled deviously, "Oh we'll see about getting the ceremony later if you don't mind, but to marry you I don't need all that. Just you me and the judge."

"And some witnesses. A pair of rings would be a good idea too."

"Oh right, witnesses," then she smiled and said to herself under her breath, "Why not? No one better," before dialing the phone and walking a few steps away. When she had hung up she seemed very pleased and said, "The witnesses are handled. Now, how about we look into those rings?"

A trip to a jeweler in town and a few hours later they had brought two simple gold wedding bands for the ceremony. While they were waiting they also called to check the availability of someone to marry them. It turned out there was a judge who would be glad to help.

When they arrived at city hall to his surprise they found Jack and Gina waiting, each carrying clothes. Jack handed him the bag he was carrying.

"Your suit, you crazy bastard, now go change." Similarly Gina handed Katy what he assumed was a dress and she too headed off to change.

Not long after Jack, Brandon and the judge awaited Katy and Gina to emerge. Gina was the first out.

"The bride will be just another minute sir, sorry to keep you waiting," she said to the judge who nodded understandingly. This was obviously not his first ceremony of this kind.

"The bride," he thought, truly letting the word sink in. This was his wedding; he was really doing this.

"Katy's a great girl man," Jack said to him, "you won't regret this."

"And wait until you see her, it may not be a fancy dress and veil but she looks stunning."

All kinds of regrets and objections swelled in his head and he nearly lost it but at that moment she appeared wearing a dress that there was no way had been found on short notice. She looked so beautiful he forgot his issues in that moment and when she stood next to him and took his hand nothing not but her and the words of the judge existed in that moment. He could almost see her love for him radiating off her and in that moment all he knew was his own love for his bride.

The ceremony was quick and to the point. They said their vows, exchanged the rings they had bought only hours before, and finally kissed their first kiss as man and wife. It was not until he broke the kiss and Jack thumped him on the back in congratulations that he remembered that he and Gina were there.

"I can't believe I'm saying this bro, but that was beautiful."

"It really was guys," Gina said, tears in her eyes. Then she gave Katy a big hug. "Welcome to the family...little sister." 

"Thanks," Katy said, "And thanks for coming on short notice guys." Brandon too thanked them. 

"Yeah and enjoy tonight on us. Call it a wedding gift." 

"What do you mean?" Brandon asked, puzzled.

Jack smiled and said, "You don't expect to take your fine-looking new wife back to that apartment of yours bro? A lady like her deserves class on her wedding night. The ceremony may have been a little rushed but at least you'll get a relatively nice honeymoon. I made some calls and got you two a suite at the Drake for tonight and the rest of the weekend. We'll tell everyone you decided to head back early. Enjoy your honeymoon you two. Just take the limo outside for Mr. and Mrs. Metcalf; the room's under the same names."

Both thanked Jack and Gina for their generosity and help before a limo showed up to take them to the hotel. As they sat in the limo Brandon looked at the dress and something occurred to him.

"You planned this."

"What? The Drake and limo ride, that is all Jack."

"True that has Jack written all over it, but that dress you're wearing, you brought that from home. You knew you were going to do this."

"Well I didn't know, but I wanted too mom helped me pick it out. I take it you liked it?"

"I love it, but that's hardly the point, you..."

She kissed him and cut him off, "Now, now dear husband. Let's not fight on our wedding night. Are you upset you married me?"

"No."

"Then let's skip the whys baby. I can think of a lot better uses for that tongue of yours than talking, and I know you don't want to disappoint your new wife, would you Mr. Metcalf?"

Brandon smiled, "Absolutely not, Mrs. Metcalf, absolutely not."

They spent the remainder of the ride making out. When they arrived at their suite they only removed their wedding clothes before their sexual appetites overwhelmed them. Brandon on Katy's hint from the limo laid her on the bed and promptly used his tongue to make her cum several times. When he was finished she pounced and returned the favor by sucking him to an orgasm. To neither his nor Katy's surprise he remained hard.

Seeing this he lifted her off him and seeing she was still on all fours entered her hard from behind, playing with her soft tits as he fucked her tight pussy hard. Not long after they both came and collapsed to the bed, both rather worn out by the over hour long vigorous action.

Brandon knew he should not meddle with things, but a part of him had to.

"Why didn't you tell me what you had planned?"

Katy was silent and looked at him, "Would you have done it if you had time to think? I'm sorry I did it like this but you have to understand Daddy. He's taken so much from me, I couldn't let him take you away too. For what it's worth mom was all in favor and now I'm yours and nothing can change that Brandon. I'm your wife and proud of it. I love you so much Brandon I couldn't risk losing you; I hope you understand."

"I do, of course I do and today was the greatest day of my life, and I'm glad to be your husband."




What If? Ch. 04



Saying goodbye to family is never easy, Mariah has only Kitty to rely upon, but even Kitty has her own motives, and she is coming up with a plan to try and help the woman who saved her.

Mariah did not want to do what had to be done, and it was only with Ian and Kitty by her side that she even managed to make it to the reading of the wills for Tad and Charlene. They met Trisha and Jake outside the lawyer's office, and with Mariah dressed in black, Kitty dressed in a grey outfit, they did look a somber bunch. They all went in to sit with the Lawyer as he went over the joint wills of the people who had mattered most to Mariah and who had now passed on.

Tad's will was complex, with a significant portion of his wealth staying in Scotland to support his extended family, however, he had a clause in the will that Charlene retained all wealth and value obtained outside of the British Isles. That amounted to a significant sum that was now passed onto Charlene.

Her will was set up that 100% of her worldly goods went to Mariah Catherine Douglas, which meant that Mariah was now very wealthy, with a number of properties to her name and no need to really work another day in her life.

After the reading of the wills, they went to the final place for Tad and Charlene. A funeral parlour where according to their wishes, both bodies were to be cremated, and their ashes combined, then scattered over the sea west of Kintyre so the two spirits would be forever joined in the space between their ancestral countries.

Mariah refused to cry, or show much emotion at all, she sat quietly as the service was read, listening and nodding where appropriate. The final pieces were read, she rose, and with a final placement of her hand over each casket, she turned, and with Kitty trailing behind her, Mariah left.

Kitty followed Mariah as she walked out of the funeral parlour, unsure of where her heroine was going, but not willing to leave her as she could see Mariah was in deep pain over the loss. She knew some of that pain, as she was hurting over the knowledge that JJ and her babies were gone to her as well, but this loss to Mariah was much deeper. Kitty had lost her parents years before, Mariah effectively had just lost her second set of parents.

She trailed behind Mariah as she walked down the path to the sidewalk, then began to walk down the road towards town. Always just a few steps behind her, not wanting to crowd her, but unwilling to let her be alone and helpless against the world.

They eventually found themselves standing on the shore of Puget Sound, and Mariah sat on a bollard beside the dock that she had found, watching the grey clouds scuttling across the sky, the waves slowly lapping at the shore, and as the rain began to fall, Mariah began to cry.

Kitty quietly came up to stand beside her, and put her hand on Mariah's shoulder, only to then find her arms full of her duplicate as Mariah fell apart on her. This was something Kitty knew how to handle, and she gathered Mariah into her arms, sitting down on the wet planks, and just held her as Mariah cried into her jacket, heedless of the now pouring rain that soaked them both, Mariah just kept on weeping.

Kitty rocked slowly, holding her copy as Mariah cried out her loss, Kitty also shed tears, letting her own loss leak out, but remaining strong, as she had to do so many times for her children, and for JJ when he had fallen apart on her in the past. She knew how to provide comfort, and she did, giving Mariah an outside strength to hold on to until she could regain her composure again.

She did not know how long she sat on the wet deck, holding Mariah in the pouring rain, but at some point, she knew Trisha and Jake were also there, as a warm woollen blanket was draped around both of the women to begin to keep some of their body heat against the cold dampness. Then Mariah was gently lifted off of Kitty and Jake carried her back to the car as Trisha helped Kitty to her feet and back to the car as well.

Kitty sat in the back, holding onto a now shivering Mariah, both of them wrapped in the blanket as the car was driven somewhere different. Kitty had no idea where they went, but she trusted that these other two knew what they were doing for Mariah, and as such, for her as well. She noticed lights outside and the car pulled into a long driveway beside a large house, lit up with lights against the darkness now falling outside.

Kitty helped Mariah out of the car and half-carried her duplicate into the house, guided by Trisha and Jake, and then into an expansive bedroom where she sat Mariah on the edge of the bed, then began to pull off the soaking clothing from her as she heard the sound of bath water running.

"I've made it quite hot, you both better get in there, or you'll get sick as well, Kitty. We'll be outside if you need anything else." Trisha said, then with a gentle kiss on her cold cheek, left Kitty to finish the task of stripping her duplicate and caring for her.

Once she had finished peeling the wet clothing off of Mariah, Kitty guided her to the bathtub, a large one that she thought looked more like a small pool than a tub, and guided her duplicate into the steaming water. After Mariah had settled, still crying softly, Kitty swiftly peeled off all of her own soaking wet clothes and slid into the hot water with a wince at the heat, but then pulled Mariah to her and held her as Mariah continued to cry.

The water slowly began to cool as Kitty held Mariah, feeling the cold in her skin and in her soul slowly warming as the water penetrated their bodies with exterior warmth. After a time, she reached over for a cloth, and after soaping it up, began to gently wash Mariah's neck and shoulders, letting the sensation alone begin to sink in, as this was something she enjoyed the feel of, so she knew Mariah would also enjoy the feeling.

"I'm glad you're here. You understand this." Mariah finally said, looking sideways at Kitty as she continued to slowly rub the wet soapy cloth over her neck and shoulders.

"I don't understand much, Mariah. Except that you need help, and I am glad to be able to offer you even a small piece of comfort." Kitty said, then tenderly kissed her duplicate on the cheek.

She helped Mariah out of the warm water and gently towelled her dry, then waited as Mariah did the same for her, then the two identical women walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Kitty went to sit on the bed, but Mariah kept walking. "Where are you going?"

"This is our home, Kitty. I need to eat, and you probably need to as well. Come on." Mariah said, opening the door.

"You said before we should not walk around naked though." Kitty replied.

"This is home, and I am comfortable here in my skin. Are you OK with that?"

Kitty nodded as she got back to her feet, and followed her nude duplicate as she walked out of the bedroom and down the warmly carpeted hallway to the kitchen area where Jake was busy cooking up some food while Trisha sat at the table, idly spinning a glass half-full of wine.

She looked up as they both approached, and after a double-take, sighed and then rose and smiled at them.

"I don't think I'm going to get used to there being two of you." Trisha said as she got to her feet and walked up to give first Mariah, then Kitty a solid hug. She could see the differences, mostly in hair length and the fact that Kitty was trimmed, while Mariah was cleanly shaven. Other than that, the two women were identical, they even walked the exact same way.

Mariah and Kitty both sat side by side at the table, and Trisha got them both a steaming mug of coffee, then watched as they both put the same two spoons of sugar, and as best she could tell, one after the other put the same amount of milk, and stirred their coffee with the same clockwise motion, the spoons were even put down at the same angle and place. Neither women realized that Trisha was observing them so intently, but it was fascinating.

Jake served them both up a plate full of pasta and ground beef, a simple meal that would warm them up after the cold dampness of the heavy rainfall they had both been in. He then sat beside Trisha, nursing a cup of coffee, and in silence, they watched both copies of Mariah eat in an identical manner. If it had been a mirror image, it would not have been more surreal. This was not a mirror image of each woman, they were identical. Both left hands reached at nearly the same time, right hands moved, it was unconscious movement.

It was only at the end of the meal, when both women reached at the same time to pick up a glass of water and while drinking, their eyes slid around to see each other here they realized they had been mimicking each other precisely, where things broke apart into a fit of giggles. Then Kitty splashed her water on Mariah's bare chest, who gasped, and then deliberately poured her glass over Kitty's head, causing another cry of amused anguish.

They sat there, smiling at each other, the tension broken for the moment, as Jake got a towel for each of them to dry off with.

Next morning, as Kitty was wandering around the large house looking at everything, Mariah sat nude on the enclosed deck, enjoying the heat from the concealed heat lamps that had been installed almost a year ago when this had become her habit.

Kitty wandered around, checking out the five large bedrooms, number six was where Trisha and Jake were still sleeping, so she left that alone, she explored the den and library, the three bathrooms, large kitchen area and lounge, sunken living room, and then eventually made her way to sit by Mariah on the deck, feeling the warmth from the lamps as the heat saturated her skin also.

"This is nice." she finally said, Mariah turned to her and smiled. "I like to sit here and just think, it helped me a lot before. I'm hoping it will help me now."

She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Kitty. "What's the matter?"

"I miss him." Kitty said, then a tear ran down her cheek.

"You can't be serious?" Mariah said, grabbing Kitty's hands.

"I am. It's not like you think, Mariah. I had known JJ for twelve years. You only knew him for a few cruel months. I grew up with him, I learned him, I knew him. All of his moods, his loss, his pain, and his despair. He didn't want what happened to me to come true, but he couldn't stop it." Kitty said, tears freely running down her cheeks as she spoke.

"He wanted me to love him, to grow old with him, to be his wife and his companion. The system failed him as much as it failed me. He figured if he bought my writ he could protect me the only way he knew how, by keeping me close to him, as that would keep me safe. FedSec ruined that once you came, as they violated that last trust he had. I thank God everyday that he helped you, because I would have died in that building otherwise." Kitty continued as she looked into the eyes of her twin.

"I don't sleep well without him. I miss his breathing. I miss his voice, and I miss my children. I know that in a lot of ways they would continue to be free where I would not, but I loved them, and I do miss them." Kitty bowed her head and her shoulders shook as Mariah pulled her into an embrace.

"I've never had children, so I don't try to understand that loss, Kitty. I can understand what you feel about your JJ. I am sure to you he was as good as he could be. I just cannot get past how bad my JJ became. He killed Charlene's unborn child." Mariah said, hugging Kitty to her.

"That's not the JJ I knew, Mariah. My JJ would never do such a thing, he was a good man, as good as he could be under the system we lived in." Kitty said.

"No, that was my JJ. I never knew him before I found him at a party. I fell in lust with him, and went through hell to be with him, he enjoyed hurting me. But that was my version, not yours. I will try to understand yours because it sounds like he was so different than my version, I almost wish I did try to get to know him better." Mariah said, looking into Kitty's eyes, and then hugging her again.

That evening, Kitty was introduced to her first hot tub, and she enjoyed it immensely, sitting in the hot bubbling water with Mariah, Trisha and Jake as they enjoyed the sensations bubbling all around them. Kitty declined the invite to get intimate with Trisha and Jake, but she pushed Mariah over to them with some force, as she could feel her duplicate needed that touch, and for the first time since she had come across, Kitty slept alone, enjoying the ability to just sleep for the sake of sleeping. She luxuriated in the feeling of lying in the big bed, all alone, rolling all over it, pulling pillows all around her and burying herself in the king size mattress with pillows and blankets heaped high, she was comfortable, but, she was still alone.

...

"Professor Scott, may I please have a talk with you?" Kitty said as she came into the lab where Ian was working on modifications to the Cannon.

"What do you need, Kitty?" he asked, putting down the calibration unit and turning to face her. Kitty was dressed as Mariah had insisted, now decked out to show off her body to her best measure. A blouse that had a decent v cut to show off some cleavage, her breasts wrapped in a lacy bra, a pencil straight skirt down to just above knee length and moderate high heels. Kitty had been getting used to dressing more proper over the past week, just as she had been getting used to the highly sexual relationship she was enjoying with her duplicate.

She pulled out a notebook and began to explain an idea she had come up with. As both Ian and Mariah had said on many occasions, she was not stupid, just lacked the same education Mariah had. Kitty had left school at Grade 7 as per the Chattel act, to be a proper slave for her JJ. This was normal in her world.

She had done what any curious person would do in her place, she investigated her owner. She still considered Mariah to be her owner until such time as that changed. She had dug into her history as far as was written, discovering details about her early life, the accident, how she had been raised by Charlene. Then her meeting JJ a couple of years ago and the horrible things that had occurred, leading up to his death and then the trauma that surrounded Charlene's miscarriage and the odd triple relationship that had developed between the two women and the Scotsman.

She knew that it had been JJ driving the yellow Corolla that had t-boned the car and killed Mariah's parents. She then began to investigate his history, even though the trail went cold with his death. His own marriage had been in the process of collapse at the time, which was the presumed reason he had been so high on drugs and alcohol when he chose to drive that Sunday morning so long ago.

She had explored the basics of the Dimension Cannon as well, exploring Mariah's notes and the 21 letters that had been sent to detail how the Cannon worked. Kitty knew by the third letter what she had to do, but she kept reading and examining to make sure this was the right course of action.

"If we make these calibrations, the Cannon will project backwards along a timestream, to a fixed point. You are aware of this?" Ian asked her.

Kitty nodded. "I know. But this will be Mariah's timestream, not mine. My timestream is terminated now, or shared with hers. I don't have the words to explain it better right now."

"I can fully understand. The words to fully explain all of this do not even exist in the language as of yet." Ian said with a smile. Then he looked at the final page, and glanced back up at Kitty.

"What do you intend to do?"

"Mariah cannot change her timestream. Fixed points are immutable by the person of interest. I am not Mariah, therefore, I can change her fixed point. I can make a change that will be for the better. I miss him, Ian, I miss him terribly. My JJ is gone, her JJ lived for a long time here, but he is also gone now. I want him back, I can make the change to prevent the accident by distracting JJ on the Saturday night so he never takes that drive."

"You know, that if you make that type of change, everything upstream will change. All of this might even cease to exist." Ian said quietly.

Kitty leaned forward and put her hand on Ian's knee, fingernails digging in. "In all honesty, Professor Scott, this device is too dangerous to keep functional. I can make this change, and this will not violate Causality, because the change will ensure the device never gets made, therefore, the timeline will stop looping, it will self-seal, and every change that has happened will roll back to where it should be."

"Mariah will never allow it. She barely understands this as it is. She will not let you make a trip without her." Ian said.

Kitty stood up and looked at him. "I am Mariah, can you really deny that?"

"You are a parallel Mariah. You are not our Mariah." Ian said, also getting to his feet with her notebook in hand and beginning to code in different sequences into the calibration systems.

"What are you doing?" Kitty asked him.

Ian ignored her and turned to the team. "Everybody, we're doing a full power cycle. Back to green, now." As the students all stepped back away from the centre, Ian triggered the power cycle, getting the 21 cyclotrons to begin spin-up.

He turned to her. "Changing room is over there, get into the bodysuit and be ready. We'll be at power in ten minutes. I know your mind, which is just like Mariah's. This is what she has wanted to do. She is unable to change her own fixed point. You just might be able do it, because it is not your native timestream. Now get going."

He then went and began to explain to the team what was going to happen as he continued to make adjustments while the Cyclotrons began to ramp up to full power. Kitty hurried over to the changing booth and peeled out of all of her clothes. She pulled the purple bodysuit off of it's hanger and slid it on, making sure it fit comfortably. By the time she came out in the figure hugging suit, the Cyclotrons were already at twenty MeV and still building. A blue column of light was visible in the centre of the rings, the portal was forming.

She walked over to the raceway that has been built into the unit so you could walk safely through the hard radiation zone without injury and into the passage, then turned to Ian.

"Professor, do you need that notebook any more?" She shouted at him over the building roar of Cyclotrons. He handed her the notebook with an absent shake of his head while he watched the indicators climbing.

"Everything is coded in, you can't take it with you. Nothing immaterial will transit properly." His eyes went wide as she deftly unzipped the suit, baring her breasts, and slipped the notebook against her stomach, then zipped the suit up again.

"That might just work." he said as she came over and with both arms wrapped round him, kissed him passionately, the most affection this other Mariah had ever shown him since her appearance a week ago.

"I wrote the letters to Mariah. It is my handwriting. I recognized it when I began to read them. This is what is meant to be, Professor. If I never see you again, thank you for everything you have done." Kitty said, then released him before walking back to the raceway leading to the portal.

"Seventy MeV and rising. Cascade in full operation. Calibrations complete and balanced." She heard, but was focused on the mission. She had to be conscious of when she was going to go. To the Sunday of the car accident. More specifically, the night before.

"Ninety MeV. Get ready for transit." Power reported as everybody else backed away to give her room and to ensure no blowback radiation would effect them.

"Kitty!" She turned to see Mariah running towards her, only to be intercepted and then bodily grabbed by Ian around her stomach and lifted off her feet to prevent her running into the danger zone.




What If? Ch. 04



"Let me go! What are you doing?" She cried.

Kitty looked at her and checked the indicator. 95 MeV – almost time. "I'm making things right for you. I can't live without him, Mariah. I'm going to get him and change your life to be the way it should be."

"One Hundred MeV – ready for transit." She heard, and with a final blown kiss, Kitty ran into the portal and vanished.

Mariah felt Ian's hands release her and was stood on her feet, watching the cyclotrons begin to spin down, then she felt a rush, like wind blowing all around her, and things changed.

Somebody came up to her and handed her a package. "This just came for you, miss. It was marked priority urgent, to be delivered on this day, at this time." she nodded and pulled the package open to reveal a single hand-written note and the bodysuit.

My dearest Mariah;

By the time you read this, I will have been living with JJ for two years. I arrived on the Saturday night, and found him in a bar, getting blind with alcohol over his loss. I seduced him and kept him in his bed all of Sunday, so he never drove that morning to cause the accident. I helped him to heal, he is a much better man now. By the time you finish reading this note, the upstream changes will have occurred and your timeline will be adjusting to it's proper course.

Mariah looked up as the wind seemed to be blowing all round her, everything was a blur and as she watched, Ian walked towards her only to vanish in a flash of blue light. Her entire reality was changing.

You are happy, nine years ago. Causality has been preserved, and you are growing up with your parents, and your Aunts. Balance has been preserved, and everything is right again. Be happy, and stay safe. I love you. Kitty.

Mariah looked around and saw the Cyclotrons begin to pull apart, parts just vanishing in blue flashes as reality adjusted for the fact that the machine never existed. She felt a flutter and as she watched, the letter vanished as well, rippling apart in waves of blue energy, then she felt herself begin to flux, and a blue flash encompassed her entire world.

...

Mariah Catherine Douglas woke up, in her bed, in her room, in her house. It was Monday morning, and she had no school that day. Uni finals were done and she had vacation for a week before the next term started. Today was a big day, just to add to her happiness.

She sat up, letting the covers drop down to reveal the slinky negligee she liked to wear, and got out of bed, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she noticed her nearly flawless skin, b cup breasts and toned thighs. Yeah, she was all woman, especially today.

She pulled on a silky robe, tying it loosely and went out of her room and down stairs, where Mom was cooking breakfast for all three of them.

"Happy birthday, darling girl." Dad said, getting to his feet and kissing her on her cheek. Mariah grinned, as she hugged him, smelling the mild scent of his Old Spice deodorant and the chocolate tobacco that he smoked in his pipe.

Mom came around the counter and piled her plate high with fresh toast, bacon and scrambled eggs, then gave her daughter a kiss and hug as well. "You're finally 21, Mariah. How do you feel?"

"I don't know – I feel good. Actually, I feel great!" Mariah said with a wide grin, as she hugged Mom back, smelling the faint scent of lavender and sandalwood, then sat down to eat breakfast.

Once she finished, she raced upstairs to have a quick shower and then get dressed for the day. Mom and Dad had promised her a special outing today, which probably meant going to downtown Seattle to be somewhere near the wharf, or maybe out to one of the islands.

She threw the robe on the bed, then peeled off the negligee and stood naked in front of her closet. She opened it up and looked through the outfits she had hung on hangers, laid out in colour coordination and sexiness, and wondered what would be appropriate for a newly minted 21 year old.

Her gaze turned to an outfit she had never worn out, but she had been given a very long time ago. A purple lycra and neoprene catsuit with silver piping. Mariah didn't remember who gave it to her, but she'd had that outfit for more than ten years. She had tried it on a few times, but never where anybody else could see it. Something about it was just strange, but she couldn't make herself get rid of it, so it hung in her closet, slowly getting buried by other clothes, but it remained there.

She shrugged off the feelings and pulled out her outfit for the day. A modest blouse that would show off her boobs without being too flashy, especially in the push-up bra she was going to wear under it. A flouncy skirt that matched the top and under which she would wear a metallic silver thong, and a set of three inch heeled pumps, that were coordinated with the skirt.

She knew that tonight Aunt Trisha had promised to take her dancing, and Mariah was going to party like there was no tomorrow, she was finally 21.

She scampered down the stairs, heels in hand, just as Dad answered the door to her Aunties and their prospective husbands. Both of the women she called Aunt were not actually blood related, but they had been with the family for so long they were just a part of it.

Mariah ran over and threw her arms around her Aunt Charlene, hugging the smaller woman so tightly that Charlene almost had to extricate herself before Mariah let go, mindful of her stomach. Charlene McDragough was dressed in an emerald green blouse and matching knee-length skirt, with sensible heels that went with her eyes, but she had burgundy highlights on the blouse, and her fingernails matched her full head of fiery red hair that Mariah was so jealous of because it cascaded right down to Charlene's full hips and suited her just fine. Charlene was six months pregnant with their first baby, and she glowed, Mariah was so happy for her and her husband.

She got a kiss on the cheek from her first aunty, then turned and hugged her Aunt Trisha as well, who was standing waiting her turn. Trisha McBride was mulatto, with perfect coffee cream skin and curled platinum blonde hair that always seemed to work so well with anything she wore. She was dressed in a simple top and jeans, always making the most normal clothes look so elegant.

The two men who had captured these beauties always made Mariah feel comfortable, Trisha's husband, Jake, was a retired policeman. He worked security now, and Trisha worked with him as an EMT. He was tall, so tall that Mariah almost had to climb up his long body to get her birthday kiss, which he helped by lifting her up so she could peck his deep brown cheek.

Once back on her feet, she turned and gave Charlene's husband a hug and kiss, Tad was a Scottish artist and architect who had travelled here a few years back and he and Charlene had tied the knot almost a year ago. They were happy together, and Mariah approved of the man who had finally landed her aunt. She had known Charlene all her life, the woman had babysat her for ever, and had been her nanny in a lot of ways. So Mariah had been protective of Charlene when she had first met Tad, but he was charming, and always a gentleman.

"Enough with blocking the door, come in everybody." Dad said in his loud voice and the crowd flowed through the door, Mariah in the middle, the others buzzing with news, updates and anticipation of her party today.

They went out onto the back deck, which Dad and Jake had built after Tad had designed it six months ago. The deck was wide enough for a full garden party, but set up in such a way that even a small group would feel comfortable with the rails and low partitions. Mariah and Trisha made Mom sit down with Charlene and they bustled around getting drinks and things ready for the day, with Mariah also being hustled mostly out of the way as Trisha took over, telling her that the Birthday Girl shouldn't have to help set up her own party. She ignored her Aunty with a good natured giggle and kept doing what she did, and soon enough they were all relaxing on the back deck, enjoying cool drinks of lemonade, iced tea, or pop and Mariah was in the centre of her own world, surrounded by her family, but she knew there were still people yet to come.

"So this is where you're keeping her hidden today." Came the deep booming voice from their neighbours and her Dad's best friend, JJ Jacobson. Mariah was up and out of her chair so fast she spilled her drink, but that didn't matter, she flew into JJ's arms for a big hug as her enormous Uncle lifted her off the ground and twirled her around before setting her back onto her feet, then held her waist to make sure she was steady before releasing her with a kiss upon her cheek from his bearded lips. JJ was even taller than Jake, but unlike Jake, who had a slim build, JJ had a very burly build, much like a pro wrestler, or lumberjack, which he had been at one time before becoming the City Construction works manager a few years ago.

JJ had been friends with her Dad for longer than Mariah had been alive. He had gone through a very rough patch when Mariah was nine, with his first wife leaving him for another man, but he had managed to pull back from the brink of despair with the help of the lovely creature standing just to his side and slightly behind him.

Mariah reached past JJ as he deftly side-stepped with a rumbling chuckle and pulled her Aunt Kitty into a hug that brooked no argument from the older woman as they both giggled. Kitty was very similar to Mariah in a lot of ways. They even sounded the same when they talked. Same height, similar build, although Aunt Kitty had put on mature weight, she looked like Mariah's long lost sister. Kitty had long luxurious deep brown hair with blonde streaks that went to mid-waist, and although she and JJ had never had kids, they were very happy and content together.

A few hours later, after her cake had been brought out, candles blown, cake feasted upon and happy times had, Mariah raced over to Aunt Kitty's to get ready for her evening dancing. Kitty and Trisha were going to accompany her, and as Trisha said, make sure nothing happened that would wreck the day.

She flashed upstairs as if it was her own house, and in a lot of ways it was, she had been over here almost as much as she had been at her own house, so she knew where everything was. Kitty had a dress that Mariah had begged to wear, and today she had been given permission to wear it.

She pulled open the cupboard doors and looked at the glitzy silver dress that Kitty had just gotten dry-cleaned the week before, in anticipation of this evening. Kitty knew it would fit Mariah even better than she knew it herself. This dress had served it's purpose, and had been in storage for a very long time.

Mariah pulled it off the hanger and swung around, looking at herself in the mirrors as she sashayed from side to side, looking at it from different angles. Keeping out of her way, Kitty looked at her younger self and smiled softly. She looked over to the dressing table, where a small brown package sat wrapped, with a short phrase written on it, in very cursive handwriting that would be almost unrecognizable except by the person who wrote it.

Mariah would find that package sitting on her bed the next morning, and it would be up to her if she wanted to explore the knowledge contained within that old notebook. Kitty had done what she set out to do – she had changed the event that caused so much pain, loss and suffering, and now it seemed like things were working out for the better.

Unless, the notebook was needed, then the information within it could be used to make other changes, and to continue to improve the life of the young woman who was now stripped down to bra and thong, pulling the dress over her head with Trisha helping her to get it settled so that in her eagerness, Mariah did not tear the fabric.

Kitty leaned against the doorjamb and watched the scene unfold. Twelve years ago, for her, she had been ripped out of her own life, thrust into a world totally alien to her, and then had managed to put together a plan to help the person who had saved her. This was the result. A happy young woman who had never known the pain and loss of her parents, or all that was held dear to her.

Kitty was happy, this JJ was not hers, but he was a good man. She had made sure he was good, by giving herself to him without reservation, and by giving him the love he needed to justify his own emotions. The ring on her finger was real, and their marriage was also real. Not dictated by some law, but by love and respect. He respected her, and she loved him freely, which she had always wanted to do.

What if things had turned out differently? She did not have the answers, they were in the notebook, emblazoned with the same words 'What If' It would be up to Mariah if she wanted to explore the strange letters and complex formulas that were all written down in there. If the need never arose, then the book would turn to dust and faded memories.

Her memories faded into the present as Mariah ran up to her and pulled her into a hug, wrapped in the silver shimmery dress that Kitty had worn that Saturday night so long ago, the night that had changed the course of JJ's self-destructive spiral and had ensured Mariah had grown up happy. Now that dress, which had changed the course of so many lives, was wrapped around the body of a woman, who twelve years ago, at the same age, had made the right decision.

Now, tonight, it was time to celebrate, time to dance, time to not worry about What If – it was time to party. 



What If? Ch. 04



"I knew you'd understand!" Katy said, crying tears of what he hoped were joy, "I'm so happy right now, I feel like the luckiest girl on Earth." He cuddled her closer and a few minutes later she looked up and asked in a super sweet and playful voice, "Mr. Metcalf, my dear husband?"

"Yes, Mrs. Metcalf my wonderful and gorgeous wife?" she smiled at this.

"Make love to me honey?"

"Of course."

He raised up and she spread her legs wide for him. He then lowered his shaft into her pussy while leaning over to kiss her as he began slow. Like earlier he began to feel and see her love for him radiating off her and he let it drive him on for several minutes. He drove in and out of her in that position before he rolled them onto their sides and they went at it that way for a while. Katy even took a turn on top, Brandon enjoying the site of his new wife riding up and down on his shaft, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Brandon didn't know how long they had been going when the urge to cum became too strong, but when it did he knew in that moment that Katy too was close. Spinning them back to their original position Brandon then picked up the effort in order to push both over the edge of an amazing climax. When it at last came Brandon felt nothing but pure pleasure for what seemed an eternity. He came out of it to find Katy smiling at him.

She kissed him, "I love you so much darling, thank you for marrying me."

"I assure my dear, the pleasure was all mine. Thanks for marrying me."

"You're quite welcome and for the record the pleasure was pretty good on this end too, you studly husband you."

With that they fell asleep both feeling very content and loved.



What If? Ch. 05



Edited by HJF



The next few weeks back east for the new couple went surprising well in Brandon's opinion. He thought that there would be frustration on both their parts at not being able to be together around Katy's family, but it seemed neither minded it too much. The knowledge that they had wed behind her dad's back seemed to be enough until they could make their engagement official, whether Mr. Hemmings approved or not.

Still, despite the fact that he did not need Mr. Hemmings approval a situation came up near the end of October where he could not resist acting somewhat defiant towards his new father. He and Katy were attending some fancy party that her dad had insisted they come to and while Mr. Hemmings spoke surprisingly high of Brandon, it seemed the older man could not help taking jabs at Brandon for not fulfilling his contract with Mr. Hemmings' company yet. Tim jokingly citing that the cruise ship reward must have made Brandon rich enough he did not need to keep clients happy.

Brandon was livid hearing this, but before he could say something Katy pulled him away from the table saying she wanted to dance.

"You looked about ready to lose it hon. Don't listen to him. He's just playing to his friends. I learned long ago not to let it bother me."

"Thank you, and I'm sorry. It's just your dad aggravates me so much sometimes. He acts like he knows everything and he's so important. Just once I'd love to pull something big on him."

"What marrying his daughter behind his back isn't enough for you?" Katy said quietly.

"I'm sorry Katy I didn't..."

"I'm kidding, calm down, and I know what you mean, something big and in front of his friends. Especially the way he's been bad mouthing you all night. No one talks about my husband that way. You work extremely hard baby, and anyone who has met you knows that and that check was not something you asked for. I get why you're upset but you gotta be smart and pick your fights babe," she said seriously.

Brandon thought about what she said and smiled, 'You're right hon, I'm sorry I just..."

"I know."

"And the way he talks about you and your brothers like they're so great and you're well...it's not very nice."

"It's okay. I know what my dad says about me; he's said it to my face."

"See! That's what I'm talking about. He talks about your brothers like they're the greatest thing ever and neither of them deserves it in my opinion. I apologize in advance for this Katy but your younger brother is so lazy he makes some of the laziest guys I knew at college look downright industrious, and your older brother? He's so busy kissing your dad's ass I'm surprised your dad's pants don't have a flap installed to make it easier for him. The smartest, most independent and most talented child he has is not at that table he's at but out here with me. He just won't let himself acknowledge it because she doesn't have a Y chromosome."

They dance in silence for a bit before Katy said, "I don't know if I should be mad at you for making fun of my brothers, though admittedly they deserve it, or kiss you for that extremely flattering compliment."

"I'd prefer the latter, but understand if you chose the anger."

The dance ended right after he said that and Katy led him off the floor toward the bar and gave him a big kiss. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me honey, but I'm not smarter or more talented than my brothers."

"Yes, you are Katy. I'm not with you because you're a just another pretty girl, and I didn't marry you because I want a trophy wife to stay home and raise my kids. The fact that you are very attractive and want to have lots of kids and stay home are perks. I married you for what's up here, and in here," he said, pointing to her head and heart respectively. "Those are by far your best features in my opinion. I've been trying to tell you for months now you're extremely smart and talented," he chuckled and said, "Heck you have an Ivy League degree, Katy. If you really tried I have no doubt you could be far more successful than your brother. In fact sometimes I think it's a waste that you just want to be my wife and a mother." 

Katy went to speak, but Brandon stopped her and said, "But I know you too well, Katy Metcalf, and I know that that is what you truly want and will make you happy and as long as you are happy so am I. Just know that if you ever want to try something else, I'm 100% behind you."

"I love you so much Brandon, thank you," she said, tears in her eyes as he hugged her to him .

"I love you too, and you're quite welcome." Katy composed herself before they headed back to the table.

When they got there they found one a man addressing the table and brochures at every seat. Brandon barely listened to the man as he sat and looked at the leaflet in front of his chair. The man was from a charity it seemed and had come to the party in search of funds. A quick read of the material and Brandon understood why the man had chosen this particular party to raise funds. It was a fund for teachers, but specifically designed to help those whose family might be considered too rich for financial aid. One example in the leaflet was of a girl from Georgia whose grandparents were extremely wealthy thus barring her from aid, but her relatives were unwilling to help her out. The man's pitch was very good and thought out; after all these men and their wives all had children who would never apply for aid, but he could see the relevance of a scholarship like this to their children.

Brandon felt that that would be wasting the scholarship, but it had to get off the ground somehow and he knew that. Brandon saw the man was clearly not making headway as he began trying to raise funds. Just then inspiration hit Brandon. He thought of several of his classmates he had known in high school that had this problem, but not because their parents were overly rich like these people were, but because their parents just happened to eek into a higher tax bracket and were struggling to stay there. Those parents were truly stuck. With families like that in mind, as well as an opportunity to publicly stick it to his father, Brandon got a brilliant idea

When the man asked Brandon rather hesitantly for a donation, Brandon smiled and pledged the entire sizable amount of the check from the cruise line he had long referred to as a bribe. He had signed some document about talking about the glitch to the press and weeks later he had gotten a large check in the mail. He hated the thought of it being a bribe so he had not yet cashed it, but for something like this he would. It was a good way to spend that money, plus it thoroughly shut up Tim Hemmings and started mutterings throughout the table.

It seemed the others did not want to be shown up by the 'guy Tim Hemmings' daughter brought' and soon the wallets opened and they each gave quite impressive sums to the cause. The man collecting began to smile. It seemed he knew he was in for a good evening.

"That was gutsy," Katy said smiling, "I loved it, but it was gutsy."

"Well you know I've hated that cruise money since I got it and it's a good cause, plus I got to show up your dad. I just picked my battle like a very smart person I know told me to do."

Later as Brandon went to leave he was waiting for Katy to get out of the bathroom when the man from the charity approached him.

"Look, I know you're on your way out, but I just wanted to say thank you. You made my night kid." He then realized something and asked, "Just realized I never got your name. You saved my night and I don't know your name."

Brandon smiled and said, "That's okay sir. I wrote you a rather large check tonight and I don't know yours. I'm Brandon Metcalf by the way."

"John Pierson." They shook hands and discussed the charity a bit more.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you give so much?"

"Well to be honest I got that money for something I'm not proud of." Off of John's slight concern he said, "Oh nothing illegal I assure you, don't worry. I think some of your other donors might be of far more concern in that department if you know what I mean." John chuckled and nodded before Brandon continued, "I figure a future teacher could use it better, that and my mom's a teacher. It a very worthwhile cause to give to even if just one person helps just one kid realize their dream." 

"I couldn't agree more Brandon."

Then Brandon had a thought and asked, "Look I know I wasn't the biggest of donors but do you mind if I make a few requests, about the charity I mean?"

"Sure, I'll see what I can do about honoring them, and don't worry about the amount, kid. You inspired the real money to roll in really exemplifying the line 'every bit counts'."

"Well then I got two and they're pretty easy I think. First, I know why you came here for money, but could you try to make this for more middle class types?" he went on to explain his reason for giving the money in the first place and John nodded.

"I think I can manage that; certainly seems like our prime candidate now that I think about it. You mind if I use that in fundraising?"

"Not at all John."

"Good, and the second thing?"

Brandon smiled, "I know this goes against what I just said, but I'd like the lady whose story you told in your leaflet to get the first scholarship. She seems really dedicated to her dream and the world could use teachers with passion like that."

"I know what you mean, consider it done Brandon. She will be thrilled. It could not happen to a nicer girl either and not that it matters but quite the knockout too." Katy just emerged from the bathroom and made her way toward them. "Speaking of knockouts there's you date so I'll leave you alone; thanks again and it was good talking to you Brandon."

"You too John," Brandon said before helping Katy with her coat and leaving.

Brandon's stunt did not help Tim Hemmings' mood the next week although Brandon could not help but notice what could have been a hint of admiration from the stern man. However in light of Katy's coming birthday he seemed not to want to start anything. Brandon suspected heavy pressure from Katy's mom as a major reason for this.

Katy's birthday took place in the middle of the week so parties were held til the weekend but the family and Brandon took her out for a nice birthday dinner and the following Friday Katy met with a group of girl friends for a night out. Something Brandon gladly skipped. Katy apparently had had a good time because when her friends dropped her at Brandon's she was passed out and he had to carry her from the car to his bed and the next day she was still rather hung over for the party her parents threw her. Most laughed it off and Mr. Hemmings said nothing but there was clearly disappointment in his eyes. Mostly, Brandon figured, because several of his business friends came to the party.

Once the party was over Brandon took her home with him so they could be alone. When they pulled up Katy had an odd request.

"I don't suppose I can push my luck as birthday girl and get carried in?"

Brandon smiled, "Sure why not?" He went around and like the night before carried Katy into the apartment.

"That was a nice treat. Thank you, my white knight."

"My pleasure. I'm glad you were awake this time. It made you easier to carry and I don't need to redress you."

"Oh yes, because seeing me naked is such a sacrifice for you babe. I must say you did take your time getting me redressed last night. I think someone was enjoying the view a bit," she teased him and Brandon was baffled.

"You were alert last night," he said as he sat down next to her

"Yep," she said as she kissed him and settled into his lap, "I really do appreciate the kind treatment baby, you really are very good to me."

Brandon, still lost, said, "But you were passed out. Your friends said you threw up at the club and they had to carry you out of there because you drank so much."

"Those ditzes? They would not know how much I drank if their lives depended on it. The self absorbed idiots drink one round of shots and they stop worrying about anything but how much they've had and what hot guy they want to hit on. The dimwits didn't even notice I ordered something non-alcoholic for the first round."

Brandon shook his head, "You know Katy, if you hate them so much why do..."

"I go out with them because...they amuse me really. They remind me of what I used to be like, the irresponsible party girl."

"But, Katy until recently, you'd drink a lot when you were out with me."

Katy smiled, "Because I knew I had my big strong white knight to take care of me. I knew when I'm with you nothing bad will happen; you won't let it."

The statement made Brandon realize two things; "Wow, you really do trust me a lot."

"I married you didn't I?"

"Good point," he said, nodding, then getting serious he asked, "It was the night we met. That's the night you changed, wasn't it?"

She nodded, "I woke that morning in my bed still wearing your clothes with broken flashes of the night before and soreness everywhere and realized how lucky I had gotten for how foolish I had been. I pledged then to never put myself that at risk again. I would only party like that if I knew I had someone to make sure I'd get home okay, and if not I'd not drink at all or very little. I was concerned about that last part, but it's proved very easy."

"Very grown-up of you Katy," he responded, a little surprised. 

Katy smiled and kissed him, "Yeah, well I have this wonderful man in my life who taught me that life can be a lot more enjoyable with a little responsibility and self control."

Brandon smiled, "Well thank you, and you my dear have taught me letting go isn't such a bad thing once in a while."

"We do make quite the pair don't we?" Katy said.

"We sure do." He kissed her again and realized something. "So why did you throw up last night, and this morning I might add, if you weren't drunk? Not to mention your headache babe, that definitely was not fake."

Katy smiled and said, "Oh, all that, well as you pointed out a few weeks back, you may not have the Ivy League degree like I do, but I think you can figure this one out on your own..."

She had no sooner finished then it all clicked to together and he simply said, "Baby."

Katy smiled, "See, look at that. We're already finishing each other's sentences."

He could not tell whether or not her remark had been in jest or not so he said, in a very forced calm voice, "No- what you wanted to tell me, you're pregnant, right?"

He waited nervously for what seemed an eternity before she nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, my genius husband, you're going to be a daddy!"

"Katy that's wonderful," he said before pulling her into a deep kiss.

He peppered her with questions about how far along she was, when she had found out, and when they baby was to be due.

"Calm down hon," Katy said seemingly amused at his excitement, "Only few weeks. They just happened to catch it at my usual appointment. Good thing I scheduled it around my birthday, huh. Anyway I've known all week actually, but," she said, sensing his anger, "if I had told you then you would have flipped out and kept me from going to any of my birthday stuff this week and that would have let everyone know not only about the baby, but probably our wedding too.. So I did it for us. I hope you're not mad." 

""Of course not," he said, "We're having a baby, definitely earlier than expected, but hey at least we're married, right?"

"Exactly," she said relieved, "I knew you'd understand."

"When are you due?"

"Late June, early July. The date is in July but my family is almost always early so."

"Well that's great."

"Oh and my mom knows," Katy threw in like it was an afterthought.

Brandon paused at this "I see, your choice or did she know?"

"Little of both; I told her but only because she knew but didn't say it, you know how she does that." Brandon did, Mrs. Hemmings was very perceptive, but rarely said anything probably due to years of dealing with Mr. Hemmings. "I'm glad, though. I had a ton of questions and I needed to talk to someone and I couldn't talk to you. Please tell me you're not mad," Katy said suddenly, crying. 

Brandon told her he wasn't and comforted her. He pondered commenting on the mood swing, but thought better of it. 

When she was back to normal he asked, "So, uh I'm kinda not sure how to proceed here hon. I had planned on some sort of fantasy thing for you, but that kinda seems odd now in light of the new information. A part of me wants to make slow love to you like we did on our wedding night. However, I'll understand if you're not up to doing that..."

"Are you kidding? You do remember that I'm an estrogen factory right now? I'm so hot for you right now its insane, especially since I'm pretty sure you just made a good case for best husband and dad to be ever. Slow, fast, whatever you want hon. I'm ready to go babe."

Brandon smiled and scooping her up carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down and soon both were naked and Brandon immediately went to work on her pussy. It was instantly apparent she had not been kidding when she said she was turned on. Her pussy was dripping wet before he even touched her. Brandon began to eat her out and not long after he started she came. He went to continue on but Katy stopped him. He looked up confused.

"I appreciate the willingness baby, but my pussy has been aching for your hard cock since last night baby. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Brandon did not need to be told twice. He got up and lined up his cock with her eager pussy. He fucked her hard for several minutes and Katy came several times. He began to slow down as he neared climax, but Katy egged him on.

"Oh no my big stud husband you, keep it coming; fuck your pregnant wife's pussy hard. Fill me with more of your potent cum baby!"

Oddly her words made Brandon get harder and he felt new strength infuse his body. Katy must have noticed this and said, "Oh, I think that turns you on cumming in your pregnant slut of a wife. That's right baby I'm going to get realll big with your baby. My belly is going to be nice and swollen for you. Do you like that? I bet you do and these big tits of mine, they'll swell up even bigger and be dripping with milk for our baby. Just think in a few months I'll have that big pregnant belly topped off with those huge milk-filled tits... that really turns you on doesn't it? Good baby because I'll get even hornier and I'll want you to fuck my pregnant body a lot baby, can you handle that?"

Brandon had no idea why, but Katy's words made him so horny he forgot he had been close to cumming not long before. He pushed on and gave her a few more orgasms before he exploded into his beautiful blonde wife, filling the hot pussy with a big load of cum, just like she had asked. He then collapsed to the bed.

"Thanks you baby, I really needed that," she said, cuddling up to him, "And it looks like my hubby's got a little thing for pregnant women, doesn't he? Good, because I plan to have a few and I plan to be horny during all my pregnancies; good to know you're willing do your part babe. By the way when we are finished you're getting snipped baby."

Brandon alarmed at this said, "And why is that?"

"Because babe I was on the pill and you still got me pregnant."

"Is that possible?"

"Didn't they teach you Sex Ed in Chicago? Of course it is, but rare. Usually because the woman is overly fertile or the man; my doc suspects its both in our case. So something tells me getting our five won't be our problem, it'll be stopping at five, hence my comment." She paused and smiled mischievously, "After all you wouldn't want me to end up like one of the women who spend most of her twenties and thirties pregnant and has a litter of kids would you? My belly always swollen with your child. my big tits leaking milk...'




What If? Ch. 05



Brandon felt himself get hard as the image crossed his mind. He of course practically wanted nothing of the sort, five kids seemed excessive to him, but his dick didn't seem to agree. It got rock hard.

"Oh, that works better than blowing you baby. I think someone has a little fetish." Then of his worried look she said, "Of course I won't tell anyone, nor do I want more than five kids, and this does not mean I'll stop blowing you either. I enjoy giving those as much as you like getting them."

"I doubt that," He said, interrupting, and she smiled.

"Well yes, anyway I'm glad to learn you have a really effective button I can push to make you horny."

"Katy, you're my own personal sex goddess, you didn't need the pregnant thing to turn me on."

"Thanks, but it's good to know anyway, and speaking of pushing the button it seems I did and I can't let it go to waste." She then climbed on top of him. "I'll drive this time though, you did enough work earlier." 

With that she began slowly fucking him moving up and down on his hard shaft. It was in complete contrast to earlier and it was nice. Several minutes later they both came together in powerful climaxes.

The next day they did nothing but eat, discuss the baby, and have sex. It was an extremely memorable Sunday in Brandon's opinion as the pair basked in the knowledge that they were to be parents. On Monday morning Brandon had a late start so he went to breakfast with Katy and her mom, who had come to get her from Brandon's and they had a very open conversation about the future. It was weird to discuss the baby and their marriage with another adult, Brandon having been so used to hiding it by now. At the same time it was a relief to know someone cared and knew the full truth.

When breakfast was over Brandon returned home and got an expected call from Jack. He was excited because he and Katy had agreed that it was probably safe to tell Jack and Gina.

"Jack so glad you called, did Gina already hear it from Katy? She promised me I could tell you two, ah well as long as you know right?"

"Know about what?"

"That Katy's pregnant, isn't that why you called?"

"No, actually, but that's great Brandon, really great news. It makes what I have to tell you even harder though."

"Jack what happened?"

"Now it's not a crisis, we can deal with it, but I just got a letter from Cook County; looks like your and Katy's marriage wasn't legal."

"Okay so what then? We just have to re..."

"There's more. I got two copies and one was addressed to Gina. It seems they mailed all parties involved. I haven't checked yet but yours probably went to your apartment, which is not the issue." Brandon's stomach sank as he listened to his brother, the implications of the news dawning on him.

"No, it's not. It's that Katy's went to her house where he dad is, and she's been here all weekend.'

"And from what you told me her dad ain't exactly against opening her mail."

"Which means the one person who could probably stop Katy and I from getting married now likely knows I tried to marry her behind his back, and worse I fucked it up."



What If? Ch. 06



Edited by HJF



In the aftermath of Jack's news Brandon was left with several decisions to make, the first of which was to not tell Katy. With her mom leaving for vacation in Florida, her dad bound to put pressure on their relationship, and the new baby, the last thing she needed was more stress in her life.

However that only compounded the stress levels for Brandon because now not only was he keeping a big secret from Katy, something he thoroughly disliked, but the time had come for Brandon to fulfill his contract with Mr. Hemmings' company. So for the next two weeks Brandon would be in close proximity of a man he really would have preferred to avoid before the letters arrived, and now was thoroughly not looking forward to facing him knowing the older man would love to torment him. The really bad thing was he knew Katy's dad would never say whether he had read the letter or not, so Brandon was left to wonder in silence whether his new supervisor knew the truth about what had transpired on a warm September afternoon in Chicago.

As expected Katy's dad lived up to expectation and he made life hell on Brandon every chance he got. Still Brandon work diligently and even put in extra time in hopes of fulfilling his duties early. 

Not helping matters was that Katy, in her attempt to hide her new condition from her remaining family, as well as avoid her dad, began staying with Brandon most nights and had practically moved in just after her mom left for Florida. Ordinarily he would have been glad to have her around but seeing her often reminded him of the lie he had told and as the two weeks passed the stress of it wore on him so that he purposely saw less and less of her. 

Between this and her pregnancy-inspired mood swings the once happy pair began to fight more and more often, often over the smallest things. However, one night he came home to find Katy beaming. It was the first time in days he had seen her happy. She greeted him with a kiss and despite his foul mood he felt lighter after the intense kiss.

"Welcome home baby, I'd ask about your day but it seemed lousy and I don't want anything to interfere with tonight. We are going to have a stress-free relaxing night together, okay?" Brandon nodded.

Katy led him to the kitchen where he found she had prepared one of his favorites for dinner.

"Katy this is amazing," he said sitting down, "What's the occasion?"

"Nothing, just felt we were due a night like this, and I got some good news."

"Good news? What?"

"Later, for now just eat, baby."

They ate quietly for a while but eventually managed to have their first fight-free discussion in several days. When the meal and dessert were finished they both cleaned up and after that Katy took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She directed him to the bed and told him to wait before she went into the attached bathroom.

She emerged wearing only a very sexy set of lingerie made of a sheer blue material that concealed nothing. She posed sexily for him in the doorway and asked, "So big boy, see something you like?"

Brandon could only nod as Katy made a slow and sexy walk over to the bed. When she got there she kissed him before whispering in his ear while tugging at his belt, "Someone is mighty over-dressed."

Brandon did not need any more of a hint and quickly helped her strip off his clothes. Soon only his boxers remained.

"Much better," she said before pushing him down unto the bed. She then straddled him and fishing out his hard cock licked her lips. "This looks yummy," she said in her sexy voice before engulfing his shaft in her warm mouth.

As always Brandon was in heaven the instant she began to suck. He just laid back on the bed and enjoyed the sensation. She sucked him off until he erupted in her mouth a few minutes later. As he was she straddled his hips and bent down to kiss him. She then sat up wiggling on his softened dick and not getting the response she was hoping for she smiled and said, "I wanted to wear this for you before it was too late. I'm already getting too big for it, the cups of this bra are a little tight, see?" She then thrust her tits in his face before sitting up and continuing, "You don't mind if I take it off?" she asked before answering her own question while stripping off the sheer garment. "Of course you don't, you love my big tits," She then flashed her mischievous smile and said, "especially now that they're only going to get bigger. You know like my tummy soon will." Brandon felt himself go hard and Katy clearly felt it too as she smiled and rolled off him.

She then removed her panties and spread herself for him. By the time she got out her request to fuck her Brandon was already lining up his painfully hard shaft at her waiting entrance. He at first fucked her hard like she liked it these days, before slowing down and making it more about love. In the end they both came together in a lover's climax.

Afterwards they cuddled together and Brandon asked, "Not to press my luck tonight, but why the good mood hon?"

"I had an appointment today." Brandon felt a twinge; he had forgotten the appointment. Katy must have sensed his guilt and said, "Don't feel bad, word is dad is working you real hard. Besides, we're trying not to make a big deal out of this. Anyway I had the appointment and found out the baby is perfectly healthy thus far and it just made me realize how lucky I am married to a wonderful man with a healthy baby on the way. It made all the fights seem unimportant somehow."

Brandon agreed though he felt guilt about the 'married to a wonderful man' part, but he would fix that. He was trying to find a way that did not involve going to Chicago, but it was difficult because the project took so much of his time. They talked some more before Katy feel into a deep sleep. Brandon, however, still on edge from work, and not liking lying to Katy, fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next few days were better after that. It seemed the news at the appointment had really helped Katy's mood. Brandon even found himself quite ahead of schedule by week's end. In fact he arranged for Katy to meet him after his final half-day of work to celebrate. He was just finishing up when he got a call.

"Hey, you're early," Brandon said, not waiting to hear who it was.

"What?" a familiar male voice answered on the other end of the phone.

"Jack?" Brandon asked, confused.

"Yeah, who else would it be?" Brandon looked at the caller ID and realized it was his brother's number.

"Right, caller ID. Sorry, I was expecting Katy to call about now, what's up?"

"I need a favor bro; mind if I crash at your place a few days? Gina and I are kinda in a rough spot."

"Sure," Brandon said, concerned, "Are you two okay?"

"Oh, yeah," Jack said reassuringly, 'We're fine. You know how Gina gets sometimes, it'll work out fine. I just think it's best I give her some space for the time being."

"Yeah sure, you might need to hook up the utilities and get food but otherwise it's all yours. I'm out here in the East until the end of the weekend."

"Great, I should be back home by then. You won't even know I was here. I'll even stock the fridge for you, how's that sound?"

"Good man, good; hope you and Gina work things out soon."

"Me too bro, me too, thanks for the place. I owe you."

"No problem." Brandon hung up the phone and went back to work. He was so deep in his thoughts about work and his brother he lost track of time and realized he had yet to hear from Katy. He was about to dial when his phone rang. This time in order to avoid a mix-up he checked the caller ID, and as he did worry and confusion flooded his mind. It was local hospital and his brain went into over-drive. It was snowy and icy out, Katy was over a half hour late, and now a call from the hospital? This was not good.

"Hello?" he answered the phone hoarsely.

"Brandon Metcalf? We have you as the primary contact for a Katherine Metcalf?"

Katy must have changed her ID at some point without telling him. Brandon felt shame in not having told her the truth yet the poor girl had taken the name of a lying man who was not even her husband, and whose child she carried.

"Sir? Are you Brandon Metcalf and do you know a Katherine Metcalf?" He realized he been so lost in thought he forgot to answer.

"Yes, I'm Brandon. Katy is my wife; is she okay?" The wife part was a lie and he felt ashamed saying it, but he needed to know if she was alright, to be there for her. Fraud or not she believed he was her husband and she needed him now.

"She was in an accident. We expect her to make a full recovery."

The next question came without thinking, but what was the sense in lying to doctors? They knew it by now anyway, "And the baby?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone that answered his question. Some part of him tried to hope it was only because she had to look for the answer, but deep down he knew. She was finding the strength to tell a father-to-be his child would never be born. "I'm sorry sir," she said, her surprisingly compassionate words confirming his worst fears. "Your wife suffered direct trauma to her abdomen from the air bag. It saved her life, but..." she didn't finish and Brandon did not need her to. The safety device had spared Katy, but taken their child.

"Thanks. Tell Katy I'm on my way if she's awake."

"Absolutely sir, and I'm sorry for your loss."

He thanked her again and packed up his stuff and headed to the hospital in a trance. As he drove he began to wonder how he had been so happy not two weeks before, but first the county's error, then his brother, and now Katy was injured and the baby gone. He wondered how much more the universe had in store for him.

His answer came when he found Katy's dad and brother at the counter arguing with the nurses about not being admitted to see their family member.

"You," her dad whirled on him as Brandon approached, "were the reason she was out today. I blame you for this. Leave before I have you escorted out."

"Actually sir, you can't do that. I'm afraid he has more rights than you in this case," the nurse said in extreme discomfort. "And as I was trying to explain before you started screaming at me sir the patient would like to only speak with her mother or husband at this time. She even specifically told me not to allow in you or her brothers until she has spoken to her mother or husband and I'm afraid we must honor her wishes." Then looking past a furious Mr. Hemmings she said, "You must be," she looked at her chart, "Brandon?"

"Yes," he said.

"She's in room 5, follow me."

Brandon went to follow but a furious Tim Hemmings stuck out a hand and grabbed him as he walked by.

"Now hold on boy, you're going to explain this husband business."

The nurse came to Brandon's aid, "Mr. Hemmings your daughter has been through enough pain today without you adding to it, don't you think? I think we both agree that she needs comfort and I'm beginning to understand why she prefers Mr. Metcalf's company over yours. Please do not make a scene or I will be forced to have you escorted from the building."

Then showing spine Brandon did not know he had Katy's older brother Dale spoke. "Look, dad, I'm not Brandon's biggest fan and I don't like being lied to either, but he cares about Katy and she needs someone right now. We can deal with this other business later. Helping Katy is what matters now."

Mr. Hemmings begrudgingly let go of Brandon's arm and the nurse led him to her room. She was out it appeared, but she was pretty bruised everywhere. The nurse summed up her injuries, stating none were serious. 

"The worst of the injuries is going to be emotional. The loss of a child for an expectant mother can be devastating, especially given the circumstances. She will need reassurance and to know you do not blame her. Even if you do Mr. Metcalf you cannot let her know that." Then seemingly remembering what was said in the hall, "Nor can you blame yourself, she needs you to be strong for her. This was neither of your faults. Bad things just sometimes happen to good people." Brandon nodded and the nurse left.

Not long after Katy awoke and no sooner had she looked at Brandon than her eyes filled with tears and she tried to apologize through them. Brandon hugged her close and tried to soothe her the best he could. He remembered what the nurse told him and repeated over and over it was not her fault and the line about bad things and good people.

She apologized about outing their secret and he forgave her. He was on the verge of telling her about the letter, but thought better of it. She had suffered enough emotional trauma today. For the same reason he also did not mention Jack's call either.

The fight between him and Katy's dad and brother was no fun either. Brandon did his best to hold his tongue while Mr. Hemmings laid into him, knowing that speaking back could only make things worse. Then Katy's dad made a remark about almost losing his baby and before Brandon could help himself he had spoken out.

"Well at least you have the luxury of saying almost. Some of us aren't that lucky."

That caused quite a stir, but fortunately like an angel of mercy Katy's mom arrived at that moment and relieved Brandon. Taking the opportunity to escape the bombardment Brandon gladly headed home to try to clear his head.

The next few days he spent time at the hospital and in order to keep the peace Katy's mom made sure that when Brandon visited her husband was not there and vice-versa. Eventually Katy was sent home. Brandon stopped by to see her and tell her he was headed home. Partly because now that she was feeling better he needed to get clear of the Hemmings family and partly because Jack was still in his place and he wanted to be there for his brother.

The visit did not go at all as planned. While waiting to see Katy Brandon endured silent glares from her dad. He suspected her mom had convinced him not to insult Brandon in front of Katy. 

Despite his best effort the glares got to him though and Brandon could hold it no longer.

"You know, I don't get you sir. I know you read the letter to Katy, so why are you still cooperating? I'd have thought you'd have played your trump card by now. Surely the letter told you everything."

"What letter are you talking about?" the older man asked.

"The letter to Katy, from the county about our wedding, surely you must have..." Brandon was near shouting as he finished, but the confused look on the other man's face let Brandon know he had made a grave error. Mr. Hemmings had no idea what letter Brandon spoke of. He had not received the letter, but if he hadn't where had it gone?"

Then Katy's voice came from upstairs and she did not sound happy, "Oh husband dearest would you please come here?" Brandon found her standing on the landing clutching a letter from Cook County, the very letter he had been speaking to her dad about.

When he reached her she glared at him and said, "I've just been going through old mail and what do I find? A three week old letter telling me that I'm not actually married to the man I've been calling my husband for almost two months now. Now that would be bad enough if not for the fact that this seems to indicate that all parties involved got a letter which means that not only did you lie to me you convinced your brother and his wife to lie to me as well. What, was I too fragile to know you were a lying fraud? I thought you were better than this Brandon. What else are you lying about that I should know? How can I even trust you after you lied about something this big?"

Brandon was speechless for a moment, but then the dam broke. After holding his tongue about her and her family for two weeks her tirade was the last straw.

"Fine, you don't trust me? Well, I'm done. I've had enough of your family, the stress, the lies, the sneaking. Do you know I've awoken some days feeling trapped and despising you? I never thought I'd ever despise you, but I have. I used to think we could make this work, but I was wrong. It was too much too fast and we're paying for it. You're right I should have told you, but you could have told me you were paying off the mailman to hide your mail from your dad instead of leaving me to think for the past two weeks that he knew I was a fraud," Brandon said, pointing at her dad. "And while we're on the subject please fucking stop acting like the ditzy blonde idiot. You are not daddy's little princess and you need to get the fuck away from these people and be your own woman. Some days I wonder if that's all I am to you is a damn ticket out of the god forsaken house. Otherwise why the fuck are you with me? Have some fucking confidence in yourself. You don't need me or your daddy or brother or anyone else to be successful; you can manage that on your own. For fuck's sake Katy, you graduated from Harvard."

When he was done she stared at him and calmly said, "You're right, I don't know why I'm with a man who lies to me, is constantly undervaluing himself, and has no idea how wonderful he is. Most of all he's a fucking coward. Go, go fucking run home coward. You're free, you have neither a wife nor a baby to hold you here so just go!" She then took off her ring and threw it at him. "And take that with you you fucking wuss, what I ever saw in you I'll never know!" She then stormed back to her room crying followed by Katy's mom and dad. Brandon hastily left.

He then packed up his stuff and prepared to fly back the next day. As he packed he was surprised to see Katy's mom had visited him.

"Brandon...don't..." she stated, but he cut her off.

"I know what you're going to say Mrs. H and I appreciate you coming out here, but I can't do it anymore. It's just too much. Most of all I can't stand how little she thinks of herself. I can't enable that anymore, I love her, or I think I do, I'm not sure anymore, but I can't do this." Katy's mom nodded in understanding and he finished packing his last bag and grabbed it, but had one last thought. He turned to the older woman and asked, "Can I ask a favor?"

"Anything." 

He took off his ring and gave it to her, "I want her to have this. I'm going to hang onto hers, and I hope she doesn't mind. I just want her to have some part of me and a reminder of that warm day in September when we were happy. Maybe we can be one day, but not right now."

With that he grabbed his bag, got in the car, and drove away to head back home. As he drove he clutched Katy's small gold ring in his hand and wondered what his future held, the openness of it both alluring and frightening.



What If? Ch. 07



Edited by HJF



"I just think she's not who you think she is, is all I'm saying." Gina said over the phone.

It was good to be talking with her again after a few rough weeks at the end of the previous year when it looked like she and Jack might have split for good. However that was long behind them now and with their relationship finally back to normal Gina had set her sights on Brandon's relationship with Alexis, his girlfriend of several months.

"You're just saying that because you liked Katy better and you know it. You haven't really tried to give Alexis a chance."

"I have too, and that bias goes both ways you know, I never bring up Katy, yet every time we talk somehow the argument turns into the fact that I like your ex better than I like her. Brandon, I know she's hot, seems really perfect, and that after Katy you don't want to bail on anyone, but trust me this will not end well for you, please at least think about what I said." Brandon gave no answer but he heard a sigh from the other end of the phone. "Just like Jack there is no convincing you once you've made up your mind, is there? I thought you were supposed to be the rational one, ah well, it's your life."

They exchanged goodbyes and Brandon was left wondering if she was right about Alexis. He trusted her judgment, but how could Alexis be what Gina said she was? After all Alexis was the most amazing, kind, and caring woman he had ever met, even more so than Katy had been. He was sure his family, especially Gina, would absolutely love her, but she had gotten a mostly lukewarm reception from them, and although some were not as outspoken as Gina had been, he knew silent disapproval from his family and friends when he saw it. Perhaps he was imagining it but it almost seemed his family was silently saying 'You dumped Katy, for this?'

At first Brandon was angered by this sentiment. After all, as Gina had said, it was his life and his decision. However, how could anyone not like Alexis? She was incredible, smart and caring, and she was a teacher, or trying to be. She was only waiting for a job to open, but the high school kids at her school loved her. Even Jack's kids had never had anything bad to say about her. Best of all she absolutely showered Brandon with attention. They didn't have much of a sex life because she was very religious and could not go on the pill. Which, given what happened with Katy, they felt it was best not to risk things too often. When they did though it was always a good time because, despite her conservative background, she was an animal in bed.

Brandon stepped into the gym in time to see Alexis talking to the cheerleaders she was coaching about some competition that weekend. Brandon looked at the girls grouped around Alexis and marveled at the uniforms that either they themselves or Alexis had selected for them. He was not sure if they were cheerleading uniforms or oddly designed swimsuits masquerading as cheerleading uniforms. He chuckled to himself... as if high school boys need another reason to stare at the cheerleaders.

Alexis dismissed the group and a few of the girls stopped to flirt with him, he assumed in jest, but with some he was not so sure.

"Sorry ladies, but you're about a decade too young for my taste," he said as Alexis approached. He then looked at her and smiled, "But your coach however..." He greeted his girlfriend with a deep kiss and the girls giggled. 

When the kiss broke Alexis eyed the giggling girls and said, "Shouldn't you ladies be changing? Go on, scoot, he's mine you little teases." With that the remaining girls left and Brandon helped Alexis clean up the gym. As they finished up Alexis apologized, "Sorry about running late babe, but the competition is Saturday and we needed to make the most of this practice."

Brandon smiled, "I figured as much. That's why I didn't make an early reservation tonight."

She kissed him and said, "Not to push my luck here...but, you wouldn't happen to have made an even later reservation? I'm all sweaty babe and the staff shower is still busted."

Brandon understood her guilt as whenever the staff shower was broken it meant if Alexis wanted a shower after practice she had to wait until all the girls were gone. Ordinarily she would simply shower when she got home, but they were going to dinner at a restaurant in the opposite direction of either of their places so it was counter productive, and of course not cleaning up wasn't an option. In cases like today Alexis tried not to get too active, but as she said it was a critical practice, so she had had to be all over the place. Brandon had suggested another night, but as Alexis had to leave for the weekend the next afternoon she did not want to wait. With all of this in mind Brandon smiled and answered. 

"As a matter of fact I did we have a few hours yet, but do hurry the girls along will you? I'd rather not be late because they're sitting gossiping in there."

"Oh, they do not gossip!" Alexis said, smacking him lightly on the arm and as he fixed her with a stare and she said, "Okay! So maybe a few of them do get a tad gossipy in there, I'm on it."

Brandon saw a basketball and was tempted to fill time shooting but decided against it. He instead waited in the hall outside the locker room. After a bit a steady stream of girls emerged from the locker room, a few of the nicer ones letting him know how many were left in there. Not long after the door opened and Alexis shooed out the last three giggling girls, the same three that had been teasing earlier.

"Have fun you two," they said in unison as they walked away. Then one gave their coach a big smile and looking at Brandon said, "Oh, and Brandon? Do make sure Coach J gets some tonight; she is a real bitch during practice when she hasn't been laid in a bit. Please don't make us go to competition with her like that."

"Christina!" Alexis said in shock as Brandon blushed slightly.

"What coach? It's true," she said to her coach as she walked away. Alexis rolled her eyes, apologized, and said she'd be only a few minutes before closing and locking the door behind her. When the lock clicked Brandon was surprised to see Christina stop, as if she was waiting for the sound of the lock. She then stopped and told her two friends to go on. She then approached Brandon. Brandon, not sure what to expect, waited.

"I'm not here to tease you some more, if that what you think," the cheerleader said in earnest as she approached. "I need to talk to you about something serious, well not serious serious," she said, probably reacting to the deep concern on his face of this girl confessing something horrible to him. "No offense, but I barely know you for this to be that kind of talk." Brandon just smiled and nodded. The girl took a deep breath and said, "I know it seems childish and being an adult you've got other things to worry about than some stupid competition this weekend, but it matters a lot to me and the squad. So, not to put pressure on you or anything, but could you, you know..."

"Put in a little more effort tonight?" he asked and she nodded.

"Coach J is a great coach and all, but she can just be a royal bitch sometimes to us. I said what I said to her in jest, but its really serious. Most of us are thick skinned enough that we can let it go, but a few of the girls might crack if she yells at them for no reason again, especially this weekend. I know we're asking a lot and a few of us tease you a bit, but we know you're a good guy." She chuckled, "So good I wonder why you're with coach sometimes, but the point is if you can help us out and sort of take her on for us you'd be doing us a huge favor."

Brandon smiled, "So I just have to keep my girlfriend happy? Isn't that kinda my job?"

"Well yes, and you do, don't get me wrong. Things have been much better this season with you in the picture, believe me."

"I sense a but coming."

"But we kinda need her like super ecstatic, so the happiness lasts until the weekend is out. Then she smiled, "Or you to come with."

"Sorry, no can do, I have a family thing this weekend, I absolutely cannot come," he said with such finality Christina's face fell, but he continued, "But as for super ecstatic, I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises."

To his surprise Christina rushed him and gave him a huge hug and even a kiss on the cheek, "Oh thank you so much. The girls will be thrilled." She then realized what she did and stepped back, "Sorry I was a bit excited."

Brandon smiled, "It's okay, in order to get through these practices without driving myself nuts I started thinking of you girls like my nieces or something, just to kinda take the weirdness out of it a bit." Then he paused, "Or add it, I'm not entirely sure what my reasoning is on that one, but..." Christina smiled.

"Uncle Brandon, I like that," she said, ending his rambling. "Well, you have your assignment, good luck."

"And good luck this weekend. Hope your competition goes well." She thanked him and went to leave. Before she got a few steps down the hall Brandon asked, "One more thing Christina, if Alexis is so mean and such a bad coach why put up with her?"

She laughed and said as she walked away, "For the same reasons players put up with Bobby Knight Uncle Brandon, she knows her stuff and she wins."

Brandon sat thinking about that for a moment before the staff door opened and Alexis emerged, still wearing what she had for practice.

"Sorry some parent called to bitch about practice. These girls are too soft I swear it. Anyway I'm about to jump in the shower babe, but why don't you wait in the office while I do. You could get mistaken for a perv out here."

Brandon realized it was a good point and accepted the offer. He had been sitting there a few minutes before he looked at his watch and doing a few quick calculations in his mind decided he had enough time to get an early start on helping his 'nieces' this weekend. He locked the door to the office and stripped off his clothes and approached the showering Alexis from behind. 

The raven haired beauty was facing the other way and could not hear him coming. As he approached he admired her well toned form from head to toe mostly focusing on her well toned ass and amazing legs. He stepped behind her at full mast from admiring her body and reached around to grab her softball sized tits. She moaned as he began caressing her nipples and leaned against him her ass rubbing against his hard shaft. He pushed her long silky black hair aside to kiss her neck before his right hand teasingly worked its way down to her pussy, his left meanwhile continuing to massage her left breast.

When his hand reached her warm pussy she spread her feet to give him better access. He immediately began to vigorously finger her tight crevice while she her screams of pure pleasure echoed off the shower room walls. As she closed in on an orgasm Brandon realized it had been awhile and smiled as she came hard on his fingers and collapsed against him to prevent herself from falling to the wet floor.

They stood there for a moment the water cascading off them before she stood and spun with animalistic intensity in her eyes. Brandon smiled understanding the girl's plight. He had experienced the intensity she could show in the bedroom when riled, he could only imagine what would happen if her anger and competitive drive were stoked.

"Taking that little bitch's words to heart are we babe?"

Brandon smiled, "Well I wouldn't want those girls to think I don't know how to satisfy my lady now would I? I'll fuck you raw tonight if need be, you'd better have a hearty meal at dinner tonight baby because you're going to need it." He then kissed her. When she broke it she turned and spread her legs for him while leaning against the wall.

"Then let's get started babe, fuck me raw darling."

He took his place behind her and in one shove buried his shaft deep in her velvety tunnel. She scream in pain and pleasure and he paused for only a moment before he began to fuck her hard, her egging him on the whole way.

Lust overwhelmed them both so much that they fucked seemingly through orgasms without stopping. Brandon at one point pulled out of her long enough to turn her around and push her against the wall. She then clung to him and the wall as he fucked her. Eventually when both had had their share of orgasms they collapsed to the floor. They recovered and after showering left to go eat. Both at heart knew their sexual hunger had not yet been quenched.

That night at his place they both we no sooner in the door than their clothes were off and he picked her up and after carrying her to the bed tossed her on it and pounced, drilling her waiting pussy in on stroke. Soon they picked up right where they had left off before their dinner respite. Alexis screamed out in pleasure with her muscled legs locked behind his thrusting form. It seemed all concern of him cumming in her was gone as every time he neared climax she begged for him to cum in her.

As he neared climax again he tired of the current position and had her get on all fours and he began to fuck her until he came. He let her recover and no sooner had he pulled out then she jumped him and after coaxing his cock back to hardness, impaled herself on the hard shaft in one smooth motion. She then rode his shaft to several more orgasms before he came again. That time it seemed she had at last had enough and she collapsed to the bed next to him seemingly exhausted as he had been before she had mounted him. Both dropped of to sleep not long after. Through out the night one or the other would wake and start again. Brandon lost count of how many times he had cum that night.

The next morning Alexis left practically singing and, much to his pride, with a slight limp. Brandon was fairly optimistic he had not failed Christina and the girls, and with that thought, and the memory of an absolutely amazing night of sex, he went about his day. It was going to be a truly beautiful weekend in his opinion, absolutely nothing could ruin his mood.

That is until he opened his door that evening and found Gina standing there, with Katy.



What If? Ch. 08



Edited by HJF

"We need to talk," Gina said as she pushed past him inside, Katy following a step behind. The small blonde gave him a quick smile as she passed him. 

Sensing what this was about Brandon said in frustration, "Gina, I told you the other day to let this go, I'm with Alexis now." Then he looked at Katy, "Not that I'm not glad to see you again Katy." As he said it he got his first glance at Katy and she looked more amazing than ever. If possible she was more beautiful, despite the causal clothes she wore, and there was something about her now that he could not put his finger on. As he looked at her he suddenly remember why he was once so madly in love with this woman.

"Likewise Brandon, you seem well," she said.

"Thank you, I am. "Then, unable to help himself, he added, "You look really great Katy." Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw Gina's sternness break for just a second as the former lovers spoke, but it was gone as soon as it came. Katy had no sooner thanked Brandon for his compliment than Gina broke in.

"Yeah, yeah, everyone is great. Let's get this sorted out shall we? I got a ton of people coming tomorrow and Jack is holding down the fort so let's get this resolved before my house suffers major damage?" Both Brandon and Katy nodded and Gina continued, "Right, now the reason Katy and I are here Mr. Know-it–All actually has nothing to do with that bitch you're dating. Although the fact she's not here seriously uncomplicates things." Before he could ask Gina got to the point, "Tomorrow," she said, looking directly at him, "as you know is your niece's birthday, and she would be heartbroken if her favorite uncle didn't show. However, she is also equally attached to Aunt Katy. You two really should just get married already and save me the frustration of explaining to my kids that Katy is not their real aunt, but I digress. The point is my daughter wants both of you at her party tomorrow, so this thing about avoiding each other and hiding ends now. I don't care who is dating who, or what your differences are we're going to figure this out and soon and you're going to act like adults tomorrow, okay?"

"Whoa, whoa, Aunt Katy? They haven't seen Katy in months. How could she have left that good of an impression the one time she was here."

He looked back and forth at the pair until Katy said, "Actually I've been here several months. I looked up Gina when I got here. She was so nice to me and we had so much fun that week I told her that I just wanted to meet for lunch and we kind of picked up our friendship again."

Brandon was angry. He looked at Gina, "So, wait, you and Jack have known my ex has been living in the area for several months and you failed to mention that?"

"Why should we have? By the time she got here you were already with the cheer bitch! Besides, things with Jack and I still weren't solid yet. I was still feeling anti-Metcalf back then."

"It's not fun being on the other end of a three person lie is it Brandon?" Katy said quietly and Brandon realized he had done virtually the same thing to her only far far worse.

"Okay, okay enough with the anger, we're here to air things out and discuss them so a little girl can have a good birthday."

After that the three talked rather civilly and Katy and Brandon agreed to act civil to each other the next day and promised no fighting. As soon as the agreement had been struck Gina hurried out to get home. To his surprise Katy stayed, saying she wanted to 'catch up'

She listened intently as he told her about his work over the past few months and he briefly talked about his time with Alexis.

"That's great Brandon. I'm glad you're doing well, and Alexis seems nice."

"Sure," Brandon scoffed, "You're just saying that not to sound jealous, you probably hate her."

"No, actually I don't, and if she makes you happy then I'm happy for you." Then she looked at him and asked, "She does make you happy, right?"

"Of course," Brandon answered a little too quickly.

"Then that's all that matters."

He nodded then asked what she'd been up to. It turned out she had taken his words to heart and a week after he left she called up some friends from college and was able to get a job with an interior design firm that one worked for. It paid enough that Katy was out of her parent's place and on her own by Christmastime. She worked out east until mid-January when an opportunity to work in Chicago came up and Katy applied for and got the position. She had decided she needed to get away and after that week in Chicago had decided that if the opportunity arose she would try things here at least for awhile.

"So you're your own woman now Katy; congratulations. I'm really proud of you for doing that," Brandon said.

"Yes, and it feels great. Not to mention I have new friends that aren't rich, snobby, or dumb bimbos. It's nice to hang out with responsible friends for once, not that we don't have fun, but you know. These are girls I could see being in a moms group with our kids hanging out together, and I could leave my kid with one of them and not feel like they're in danger."

"So you still want kids, even with your new career?"

"Oh, yes, I'm maybe more self-sufficient now but I still think having kids will be the highlight of my life. Now I just have something else outside of that I enjoy and can express myself with. Design was always a hobby, now I just get paid for it."

"Speaking of kids, you, ah, got any guys in your life?" Katy smiled.

"Nope, nothing serious anyway. You know me too well for me to say I went without sex for a year. I thought about it a few times, but part of my problem is that I've always been with a guy, so I decided to focus on me for awhile. I can still have my big family, I mean I'm only 24. So I decided to take the year off from anything serious with guys."

"I see, well you look absolutely amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"I know," Katy said, almost sounding cocky. It was then that Brandon understood what it was about Katy that was so alluring, confidence. Free of her father and bitchy friends, and living life on her terms Katy was brimming with confidence and it was incredibly sexy. Katy had always had a confidence to her, but not like this.

"What?" she asked, likely because he was staring. 

"You're just so sure of yourself. I've never seen this side of you, and it's incredibly sexy."

"Is it now?" Katy asked getting up and moving closer to him. "Well, its all thanks to you."

"Me? Katy I assure you I had..."

Katy shook her head and he trailed off before she said, "You still don't get how special you are." She then bent down and whispered in his ear, "Have more confidence in yourself. I know you can. I believe in you like you believed in me." She then kissed him softly on the lips. 

"What was that for?" he asked once the shock wore off.

"I wanted to thank you for being the first person to make me truly believe I could be something other than what daddy wanted for me. For urging me to become what I am today, my life is so much better for it. So thank you."

She gave him a quick hug and kiss again, but this time his body responded,.The shock gone, his lips reacted to the familiar touch of Katy's and they longed for more. He went to kiss her back but she stopped him.

"No Brandon, I don't want to, not like this or rather not with you like this. Besides, you're with Alexis and I know you don't want to betray her trust. You'll regret it if we do something, I know you will. So I think it's best we call it a night. I'll see you tomorrow at the party."

Brandon nodded and she gathered her things and left. As the door closed behind her Brandon was left thoroughly confused. Katy had come in and in a short time had reminded him of everything he loved about her. She had come back to him a better Katy than the one he had left. Yet she was right, he still cared deeply for Alexis, and did not want to do anything to hurt their budding relationship. He watched TV for a bit before heading to bed where he fell into a mighty confusing sleep.

Brandon found himself arriving home to the sound of Alexis moaning in pleasure. Alarmed he rushed into the bedroom to find, to his complete shock, Katy's face buried in the raven haired woman's pussy. Both women were naked as Katy appeared to be going all out in eating the other woman's cunt.

Alexis seemed to notice him for the first time and smiled, "You didn't tell me your ex was such a greedy little cunt licker. She's such a little slut, aren't you bitch?"

Katy looked up only briefly to say, "Yes, mistress," before burying her face in Alexis' crotch again.

"See the little slut knows her place, right between my legs. Oh, and she's agreed to have our babies for us darling, so I don't have to get all ugly and fat, isn't that nice of her?"

Brandon's mind reeled. That didn't fit what Katy wanted at all, and how had Alexis gotten the upper hand so quickly? For that matter, why was Alexis being so controlling? Outside of her coaching she was sweet and kind this did not fit how he saw her at all.

Brandon just nodded, and Alexis said, well hon what are you waiting for? Strip down and breed our little bitch won't you? I want her nice and pregnant for our wedding day."

"Wedding? What wedding?" Brandon asked confused, oddly stripping in compliance.

"Our wedding, silly; the one we'll have when once you give me my big engagement ring. Now stop worrying about details. I'll take care of everything, you just keep our little slut happy."

Brandon seemingly without thinking was lined up behind Katy ready to fuck her pregnant like Alexis had said. He was balls deep before he asked, "But what about you?"

"Oh, I have our little slut for my needs wouldn't want to risk you swelling my belly would we? That's our little slut's job."

Soon Katy picked up the pace and Alexis came hard all over Katy's face. Brandon, now too lost in the feel of Katy's pussy again, gave no more thought to what Alexis said and concentrated on pumping Katy full of his potent sperm. When Alexis recovered she reached in the bedside table drawer and produced a needle. She then stuck Katy with it and injected her with something.

"Fertility drugs," she said, "Don't want to take any chances with our slut getting knocked up."

As the thought of a very pregnant Katy entered his mind he came hard more than he had ever done so before. When he was done he pulled out of her, but not a drop of his seed had spilled out of her, her body seemingly having retained it all. 

Suddenly her breasts and belly began to swell like balloons, milk leaking from her nipples. Alexis came back in and said, "Oh, look it worked. Good job babe." Brandon watched in horror and fascination as Katy's body swelled inhumanly fast until she looked 6 months pregnant in a matter of minutes.

Brandon was the pushed out of the room by Alexis, claiming it was 'girl-time'

He went through the door next and found himself in a church it looked like a wedding but strangely he was chained to the altar as if to prevent escape. Music like a funeral dirge began and coming toward him was a woman in a black bridal gown, shadows obscuring her face. As she got closer Brandon panicked and struggled against his chains resisting the urge to look at the woman. He struggles were to no avail, and he almost resigned himself to his fate when a loud shriek rang out from somewhere. 

Brandon awoke in a sweat and realized it had all been a dream. The rest of the morning he dealt with the confusing images before managing to put them out of his head in time for the party.

The party went well enough and when he got there he found out first hand just how close his brother's kids, especially the birthday girl, had grown to Katy over the course of her friendship with Gina. They, and most of the kids there, absolutely adored Katy, and he could tell the feeling was mutual from Katy. As he watched Katy playing with the kids, he could not help, although he tried not to, but acknowledge to himself that Alexis was nowhere near as popular with the kids, nor did she find as much joy with them.

Which would have been fine by itself, so Katy was better with kids, no big deal, but as the party rolled on he realized that it was not just the children in his family that liked Katy better, even the adults warmed to her better. Then again he remembered his retort to Gina, had any of them really given Alexis a chance, or was she the victim of Katy's shadow?

His was mind deeply troubled by all of this as for the first time he began to doubt Alexis being right for him. Then he remembered that this was probably Gina's plan all along. This was why she had hosted this party and invited them both.

"Are you listening to yourself Brandon?" he thought "Of course that wasn't the reason." His inner voice, that strangely sounded a lot like Gina defending herself, was right. It was a birthday party. The fact that it shed light on several of Alexis' flaws was probably just a bonus.

He then put the Alexis/Katy argument out of his head for the rest of the night, determined to enjoy the party. However, as the party was wrapping up, Gina brought something to his attention. It was a video on YouTube of a cheerleading coach going absolutely ballistic, yelling, screaming, throwing chairs and other things, and generally raging at her cowering squad. Brandon with absolute horror recognized the voice, though her face was blurred out, and the uniforms and realized it was Alexis.

"Maybe they had a rough day," Brandon said quietly in a weak attempt to justify his girlfriends temper.

"Brandon?!" Gina asked in disbelief, "You still want to defend her after this? She's a psycho, you do realize that right?" He gave no response. "Okay, even if they did this is clearly uncalled for or has she got you so brainwashed that you actually believe this is reasonable behavior?"

"No, but if they lost, well I think we all know Alexis doesn't like to lose. I admit this is out of line, but..." he trailed off at the incredulous looks everyone was giving him. 

Gina looked about ready to explode at him, but it was Katy's quiet words that made the outburst unnecessary, as her quiet sentence stung worse than anything Gina could have screamed.

"Brandon, they won the competition."



What If? Ch. 09.1



Edited by HJF

Over the next few days the Alexis issue only got worse. First it was the public outcry over her behavior over the weekend. The internet had broadcast her outburst world-wide and before the night was out Alexis had been fired by the school. In order to sever all tries with Alexis, she not only lost the coaching position but her aide position as well. Brandon found out later one of the girls had suffered a nervous breakdown as a result of Alexis' tirade, which meant she was now facing legal problems as well. To make a bad situation even worse for Alexis the State Education Board suspended her teaching certification until she completed anger management and had a full psyche evaluation.

With all that Brandon might have been able to get past, it was slim, but possible until the sex videos hit the internet. Videos of Alexis fucking several of the school's high profile athletes during her tenure at the school, including the time she was with Brandon, hit the internet as high school and college-aged boys wanted to capitalize on the 'fame' Alexis had generated. The knowledge that Alexis had cheated on him several times, with minors in some cases, was the final straw. By the end of the week Brandon finally ended his silence with Alexis enough to tell her they were through. He didn't give a reason, but felt it was pretty obvious.

That Friday he went out with his friends and, very uncharacteristically, got very drunk. It had been a rough week that he just wanted to forget about. His friends tried to set him up with a random girl at the bar, but after the week he had had, he just wasn't that into it. After awhile the night turned into a big blur.

He awoke the next morning with the worst hangover he had ever had. He exerted enough energy to take some aspirin and attempt to eat something before he collapsed on the couch to watch TV for the next several hours in the darkened apartment. 

He awoke to banging on the door his, head still in pain. When the banging at the door would not stop he figured he needed to get up and answer it to stop the noise. He made his way to the door and opened it.

Standing outside was a grinning Katy, looking dressed for a night out. As she looked at him her smile faded, "Wow, you really look like shit." She said before shoving past him.

"Katy, what are you doing here?"

"Rescuing you from yourself of course," Katy said. "You've hardly spoken to anyone outside of work all week. You barricade yourself in this apartment every night ignoring calls. Your friends take you out last night to cheer you up and get you laid, and you ignore them all night and get so drunk they practically had to carry you home. You've had a rough week, we all get it, but the bitch does not get to do this to you. You are too good a guy to have your ego shaken by that psychotic whore.

"So here's how this is going to work, you're going to clean yourself up while I clean this place up, then you are going on a date tonight with a very pretty girl." She gave a little flourish to show she meant herself if there was any doubt of who she meant. "On said date there will be no mention of your ex; she is your ex right?" He nodded, "Good, as I was saying no mention of the psycho cheer whore, and to top it all off..." she paused, "You'll get laid tonight, provided you don't offend your date, who is very horny by the way so you'll have to try very hard not to get the bonus. Very. Hard," she said, accentuating the last two words.

"Katy, I don't think..."

"No, it's clear you haven't been thinking lately, or thinking clearly anyway, which is why I am doing it for you for tonight. Now go clean up, our reservations are in an hour and if we're late it won't be my fault." Brandon smiled at her authoritative tone.

"You're going to make one hell of a mom someday Katy."

"I know." She said with a smile, before growing stern again, "Now move it mister," she said, already starting the clean up.

Brandon took a very, very long shower and it was only after he finished showering and shaving that he realized he had no clothes to put on. However, when he stepped into his bedroom he found two things. First, that in the time he had showered Katy had cleaned up the room, and second that a set of clothes awaited. He put on the selected outfit and walked into the main room to find it clean with Katy waiting for him looking extremely bored.

"How do you guys do this waiting? It's torture!" she said when she spotted him. Brandon just smiled and said nothing. She saved him the trouble by saying, "Ah, well you men need some secrets too I guess; shall we?" 

They headed off to dinner a local favorite eatery and about midway through the meal it was like the previous year had never happened. As Katy had intended all thoughts of Alexis were left far behind in the intoxicating company of the beautiful blonde.

After dinner they took a night stroll around a local park. As they walked hand-in-hand they talked a little, but mostly they simply enjoyed the fall air and each other's company. Near the end they just sat on a bench cuddling. Cuddling became kissing which turned into a full on make-out session.

They were on the verge of stripping off clothes when they remembered they were in public. They practically ran back to the car, and how Brandon made the drive back with Katy kissing him and massaging his dick the whole way he will never know. He figured he was lucky she didn't suck him off in the car.

No sooner had the door closed behind them then they were again locking lips as they stripped off each other's clothes. They left a trail of clothes on their way to Brandon's bed before they fell onto it stark naked. Brandon attacked first, pinning Katy to the bed and lavishing her tits with attention. Katy just moaned and held Brandon's head to her breasts. He played with her tits until she came hard. He let her recover for a second and she had no sooner caught her breath then she pounced and with surprising force knocked him to the bed, her mouth immediately engulfing his engorged shaft. She sucked for a few moments before she repositioned herself so her now dripping wet pussy was inches from his face. Getting the message Brandon immediately set to attacking her pussy with his tongue as she slowly teased his cock with her own tongue. 

They stayed in the 69 until both had cum. To neither's surprise Brandon was still hard and Katy wasted no time impaling herself on the hard cock.

"Oh, baby, how I have missed this," she moaned as he filled her wet hole. "It feels so good to have you buried in my pussy again baby."

"Not as good as it feels to have that tight pussy of yours wrapped around my cock. Now fuck me you little minx you fuck me and make those big beautiful titties of yours bounce."

Katy began bouncing up and down on his shaft, "Like this baby?" she asked, knowing the answer. Brandon nodded and enjoyed the feeling of her sliding up and down on his shaft and the sight of his favorite set of tits bouncing as Katy fucked him.

Eventually she began to tire and her pulled her close and spun so he was on top. He then began slow speeding up with each stroke until Katy was screaming his name in ecstasy. They both built to a powerful climax and when they came Brandon felt himself lose control of his body for a second as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

He barely remembered collapsing to the bed and pulling something warm and soft toward him before sleep overtook him.



What If? Ch. 09.2



Edited by HJF

Brandon awoke the next morning to the familiar feel of Katy cuddled against him. In a rush the previous night came back to him and he felt an extreme amount of gratitude for the blonde in his arms. Katy had done it again, as she had countless times when they were together she had found a way to save him from himself. He thought about waking her to thank her but he smiled and had a much better idea. He gently he raised her right leg a bit and carefully positioned himself behind her. He then began to caress her big tits and sensitive nipples before working a finger into her increasingly dampening pussy.

"Mmmmm baby, don't stop," the sleepy woman moaned and Brandon had no intention of doing so. When he felt she was finally wet enough he lined his hard shaft up with her warm pussy and slowly began to fuck her. Not like he had the night before, but with great love and care.

He savored each stroke as he slowly sped up, each gentle stroke going deeper into her until he could go no further. He kept at that for a few minutes before he could resist kissing the beautiful blonde no longer. 

He paused for only a moment to kiss her and it seemed to trigger Katy into alertness, as if her body wanted her to find out why the pleasure had stopped. As his lips met hers she was surprised for only a moment before she returned his kiss. When the kiss broke Brandon changed positions and Katy understanding rolled on her back and spread herself for him. He kissed her again briefly before he thrust his hard cock into her waiting pussy. He once again savored the feeling of her wrapped around him before he resumed fucking her slow and steady. Like their night together in that Chicago hotel this was not mere sex, it was them expressing their love. Their complete selves worked together in harmony as they drove each other to higher and higher passion.

It was Katy that reached the summit first, her walls contracting on his shaft signaling her powerful orgasm. She managed a loud cry of passion as her body shook with pure pleasure. Soon the vibrations of her pussy became too much for Brandon and he too was pulled over the edge, unloading wave after pleasurable wave of hot cum into her waiting tunnel. 

He collapsed to the bed and for a while all they did was lie together kissing and cuddling, basking in the love they had even for a brief moment rekindled.

Eventually hunger won out over the feeling of love and Brandon rose, dressed, and went to make them breakfast. Not long after he had entered the kitchen he heard the shower running and knew what Katy was up to. She emerged dressed in her clothes from the night before and kissed him. He opened his mouth to say something, but she stopped him.

"Let's not ruin it my love, let's just eat the delicious breakfast you've made and enjoy this feeling a little longer," she said.

He shrugged and they ate together in silence, and as Katy had said they simply enjoyed the moment and each other's company. When the meal was finished and the dishes were cleared though Katy began.

"First off, thank you for this morning, I had forgotten what that felt like, and it was a real treat to feel it again."

"Thank you for last night, you were right, I did need that. Once again, Katy, you were my angel of mercy."

"My pleasure, but that brings me to my next point, which is so much harder after this morning. Last night, as you might have guessed from my attire, was supposed to be a one night thing. You needed help and as I said it was my pleasure to give it, but contrary to belief my presence here was not to, as they say, 'win you back'. You're in a bad spot fresh off a really ugly breakup and I think it would be foolish to rush into anything.

"Mostly though the reason we broke up in the first place was that you felt we rushed into a relationship and I think we'd be doing that again if we got together this way. So I want you to take some time off and make the right decision for you."

"What about you?" Brandon asked, "How do you feel about giving us a try again?"

"When I talked with you the other night I said I would finish the year before going into something serious, and I meant it. That said, if there is one person I would break that for Brandon, it's you. You reminded me this morning just how special we were together and if you offered me another shot at that I'd be a fool to turn it down, but I don't want you to feel pressured, and I don't want you to decide right now. Take a couple of weeks, get your head straight, and if you still really want to try again I'm willing."

With that she got up and left, leaving Brandon a mixture of emotions. On one hand he wanted Katy more than ever, but on the other she was right. If he rushed in what was to prevent what happened before from happening again?

As Katy recommended he sat on the idea for a while, during which time he got an unexpected call from Christina. Apparently it had taken the squad a few days to track down his number, but they wanted him to come to their next practice for some reason. So the next day he arranged to be there.

A little baffled Brandon arrived at the gym to find the girls in their school clothes. Brandon, now even more confused, asked, "Ladies, shouldn't you be changed for practice?"

"Well the thing is we usually take Thursdays off, tomorrow being the game day and all." Christina said.

"Glad to see the new coach has some sense," Brandon thought, always finding the Thursday and Friday practices a bit unnecessary. "Then why?" he asked, before the girls produced a trophy.

"We got this for you, as a thank you for your hard work on our behalf."

"Yeah Uncle Brandon, you went above and beyond, and we're grateful."

Brandon blushed as the squad erupted into giggles knowing exactly what he did "above and beyond." 

"Well ah thanks, ladies, I'm touched." Then noticing it was a trophy from their recent competition he added, "Really touched, not sure I earned this, but thanks." He then laughed to himself.

"What's so funny, Uncle Brandon?" Christina asked.

"I was just thinking my first, and sadly only, high school athletic trophy and it's for cheerleading." Everyone laughed a bit before Christina dismissed the squad. He asked for Christina to wait, pretending to want to know about the new coach.

When the other girls were gone he said, "Christina, thanks for the thought, but I can't accept this, I wasn't your coach. Alexis was she should get this, tirade or not."

"Oh she got one, we mailed it of course, but she got it. It was all she cared about anyway," Christina said bitterly, "We requested this extra trophy for our assistant coach who couldn't come because he was at his niece's birthday party."

"Assistant coach? But...I wasn't..."

Christina smiled, "Not in title maybe, but you were the one who helped keep coach happier and as I said that helped a lot." She grinned and he blushed again, "Seriously though, there were more than a few practices where you ended up being a voice of reason, convincing her to back off or let us catch our breaths. We don't call you Uncle Brandon for nothing; many times you were our silent protection. As boring as they were for you we learned that if you were here coach would ease up the practice." She smiled, "Why do you think some of us started flirting with you? We wanted to make your time here a little more enjoyable to return the favor so to speak, and to encourage you to come back."

Brandon thought about her words and looked at the trophy. "In that case I'm honored, thank you. Be sure to tell the girls it was my pleasure to help you out and I wish you all the best."

"What? You're not coming back?" Christina said with a pout.

Brandon chuckled, "No offense, but cheerleading ain't my thing." Christina was about to say something when yelling erupted from the hall. Seeing who was arguing through the doors Brandon told Christina to wait there before heading outside.

The two combatants were so focused on each other they never saw or heard Brandon enter the hall.

"...you had it in for me the very moment you arrived here you little blonde bimbo, you and that math cunt had it in for me the whole time and don't think I didn't know what you were up to trying to steal MY job and MY coaching position. I don't fucking think so! Now I know why the fucking parents were so damn whiny this season. They had you fucking calling them telling them to complain about the smallest of things!" A very angry Alexis shouted.

"SMALLEST OF THINGS?!" an equally pissed off Katy shouted back incredulous. "You were Hitler in a track suit you fucking bitch! And I mean that literally because you fucked any willing boy in this school it seems, never mind you had a perfectly good man at home more than willing to fuck you silly!"

"OH YES BRANDON! Precious little Brandon, don't try to pretend you didn't come back here to steal him too, you and that slut sister of his Gina conspired against me from the movement I hooked up with him. I never had a fucking chance in hell against perfect fucking Katy. Never mind that you dumped him, but no one remembers that little piece of information! NO YOU'RE JUST PERFECT LITTLE KATY!!!"

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT WE DID, YOU LITTLE GOLD-DIGGING WHORE!!!" Katy screamed back, "Brandon may have been blinded by your act, but we weren't and you weren't going to ruin his life. Not on my watch, or Gina's," Katy finished in a much calmer, but still firm tone.

At that point Brandon had had enough. He cleared his throat, which echoed in the brief silence between salvos and both ladies turned to look at him in shock.

He cut them off, though, "Well ladies that was... interesting, however if you're quite finished I think Christina would like to go home now." He said it in a calm voice that thoroughly surprised him given the rage of anger he felt toward both women. He opened the gym door and called for Christina. She promptly exited the gym and ran down the hall without looking back. When she had left Brandon quietly said, "Alexis, I believe that you are not allowed in this building. Please leave or I'm sure the police will be happy to remove you."

"Brandon..."

"Just stop Alexis, nothing you can say will help you in any way. After what you did there is no defense. No offense to either of you or the girls but its fucking cheerleading Alexis. What you did would have been out of line for a coach of a state or college football team. As for you choice in sex partners Alexis," he said with cold disappointment and disgust in every word, "there is no word for it. To think you got jealous when the girls flirted with me and you flaunted them in those excuses for uniforms, but at least I never slept with them. The thought never even crossed my mind, but not you apparently. You'll fuck any thing with dick in this place. So, please get out of my sight. I never want to see you again. Ever."

Alexis opened her mouth to reply but thought better of it and left. Brandon then headed for the other door and Katy ran after him. He turned and said, "And don't pat yourself on the back either Katy 'not here to win you back', 'you won't forgive yourself if you betray her trust', 'if you're happy that's all that matters,' what a load of bull. You and Gina have both been lying to me since you got here. Not to mention I find out that you and one of your friends are the reason Alexis was so paranoid, but you wanted that, didn't you? Here I thought she was going loopy, but no it's just my ex trying to help me and the girls on the cheerleading squad. Well guess what, it backfired and we both got hurt. Do the girls know their new 'awesome' coach is part of the reason their last one went psycho on them?"

"That's not fair! That bitch was time bomb and you know it!"

"True, but before you pat yourself on the back Katy, think about this. Who's more responsible when the bomb goes off? The bomb, or the person that lit the fuse?"

He then walked away leaving a very silent Katy in his wake.