Girl Fag 32
Little Steve, the 7th grader who wanted to be my boyfriend, was trying to coax me into a little wrestling match. But I knew what he really wanted. Steve wanted me to force him dow, onto his back like a girl so I could pretend to fuck him. We'd done that before and I'd liked it a lot, we both had, but I was all weirded out after having sex with his dad and dinner right afterwards with his whole family. I wanted sex, yeah, but not with Steve. My butt was full of semen, plugged up with toilet paper, and I was itching for more. I wondered if I was getting addicted to sex or something, cause I'd felt confused and guilty and ready to go home, but now I just wanted to do it again.
Probably there was something wrong with me, except I knew I was really a boy in my brain and boys just want to have sex all the time…So maybe I was pretty normal for a teenager. I hoped so.
"Nah," I shook my head at Little Steve. "No wrestling tonight." I smiled, trying to soften the disappointment in his eyes. "Besides, you don't have the room in here."
We didn't really say anything else and I put on my boots and followed Steve back downstairs. His mom was helping Carol with some sort of project for school, cutting out pictures from old magazines and pasting them on some poster board. The two really looked a lot alike sitting there together, like they were sisters more than mother and daughter. That sounds sort of cliche' I suppose, but it's the truth anyway. Mrs. Sawyer wasn't very old at all it didn't seem to me and Carol was one of those girls who mature fast, you know? I could see why all the boys liked her, even if she was just thirteen. I mean, she had bigger tits than I did, which didn't bother me a whole lot, but still…It was kinda weird.
"Oh, there you two are," Mrs. Sawyer looked up at us. "Dan's out in the garage, as usual." She gave me a little look of friendly exasperation, "You can go on out, Ann. Don't be shy. I know Dan likes you a lot." The woman was smiling again and her eyes held mine for just a second before I had to look away. "Steve, do have homework?"
I went back out to the big garage like I was supposed to, feeling my heart beating faster. It felt like I was going back to the scene of a crime or something. I couldn't figure out Mrs. Sawyer at all and in truth I wasn't sure I wanted to. She'd wanted to meet me and now she had, and I guessed she even liked me, although I didn't know why. If I was her I'd have kicked my little ass all the way down the street. But she was a mom too, so maybe that made a difference? I had no clue at all.
Steve's dad was at the far end of the garage. All the lights were turned on now and it was a lot brighter inside. I walked past all my pictures, not really wanting to look at them again, but I did take a little peek and it made my cheeks flush. He was bent over the motor of that Trans-Am he'd mentioned earlier, with hood up and a drop light hanging over it.
"Hi," he smiled at me, picking up a rag and wiping his hands. "Feeling better?"
That question had so many meanings to me right then that it was impossible to answer, so I didn't try.
"What are you doing?" I asked instead, walking up to the car and looking down at it. He'd taken some stuff out of it, but not much, and the motor looked pretty rough, although it was hard to tell with all the grease and dirt that had built up on it. The body looked good, but the interior was beat. He must have picked it up pretty cheap, but that didn't mean much. You'd be pretty amazed at what me and my brothers could do with a real junker.
"Well, I wanna try and rebuild this thing. I just got it a month ago, haven't had much time though." He looked at me seriously. "What do you think?"
"This is the 400 right?" I didn't need an answer, I knew it was. "You wanna chop it, or just restore it?" I was walking around the car and the body was looking better and better. No damage, just a little rust, but not bad. Of course I wasn't underneath it either.
"I restored the Cuda so maybe modify this one," Mr. Sawyer was following me around. "I'm not sure what I want yet."
"Chop it," I said, nodding to him. "Gank the motor, the tranny too, get something beefier. Like a '73 455 maybe, bore it out some. You got room for it." I bent over the side panel, pulling the drop light with me so I could see the back. "Just have to do a little cutting for the mounts maybe, but there's a lot of room. Wouldn't change the lines at all and you'd have…"
I didn't finish my thought as I felt Mr. Sawyer's hands on my back and his pelvis was rubbing my ass while I bent over.
"Mr. Sawyer, I don't think we…" I said slowly and started to get up, but the hood was right over my head and he was pushing me down again anyway.
"Shhh…It's okay, Annie. Just like this…" he breathed and I felt him reaching around to undo my jeans. "I want you so bad."
"But…your wife…" I sighed, feeling that little flame in my tummy burst into life. "What if she catches us?"
"She won't…Don't worry, Ann…I just gotta do this one more time…I gotta feel you inside again, okay?" he hooked his thumbs into my boxers and pulled them down to my knees along with my pants. "Just once more, baby…"
I wanted it too. I shouldn't have, I know, and I was trembling with fear and excitement, wondering if Mrs. Sawyer wouldn't come out to the garage this time, just to check on us. I almost thought I wanted her to, but that couldn't be right. I tried not to think about it as I reached back to get that soggy bit of toilet paper out of the way, dropping it to the floor. I wanted him to fuck me. No matter what I thought or said, it was what I did that counted, and I was helping him anyway I could.
"Put it in me…Fuck my ass…" I whispered urgently, moving my hips impatiently as Mr. Sawyer freed his cock.
"Yeah…I will, Ann…I'll fuck your ass…" he was already panting and when I felt his cockhead against my anus I reached back, guiding him blindly. He didn't need the help really, but I wanted it right then as much as I'd ever wanted anything. It was like that family dinner with his wife and kids had never happened. My doubts were flying away and I didn't miss them at all.
"Ugggh!" I gasped and Mr. Sawyer grunted as he held my hips and thrust hard, stabbing past the already weak ring of my sphincter easily. He was really gonna do me hard this time. Before it had been slower, more deliberate and awkward maybe. This time he knew I wanted it. He knew I could take it and I was bent over perfectly for the man's hard cock. He was gonna fuck me good and I was begging for it, trying to relax and enjoying the way his old sperm made it so much easier this time.
"Still nice and…Ugh! Tight!" Mr. Sawyer breathed, digging his fingers into my skin and working his cock back and forth in my rectum. It burned a little and I felt the strange sensation like I had to go to the bathroom, but I didn't. I was just full of cock and I loved that feeling more than anything else in the world.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned, rocking my hips and grinding my ass back like I was trying to screw my asshole onto his hard cock. I felt like a total fag, a little grease monkey with my face in that old engine getting my ass hammered by a a man old enough to be my dad. All my fantasies were being fed and I worked my butt around that cock eagerly, wanting every inch of it inside me.
"Like that, Annie?" Mr. Sawyer breathed. "I could fuck you all night, baby!"
"Yeah…Ohhh my ass…Fuck my ass…Ugh!" I bit my lip, knowing I was getting noisy as the man's cock went all the way inside, spearing through the remains of his previous orgasm. The stuff was leaking out of me now, being pushed around his thick shaft so that it ran down the back of my thighs like melted butter.
"I love your ass, baby…Love it…Fuck yeah…Fucking tight!" Mr. Sawyer didn't seem to care at all about how much noise he was making and the sound of his voice was adding to my confusion. I was hot all over, inside and out, my asshole burning and clenched tightly around the man's prick as he fucked me.
My rectum was sucking him hard, squeezing and pulling at his cock. I had no control over my body and I was bent so far over that all I could see was the greasy shadows and heavy metal of the car's motor in my face. I could smell the oil and the gas and burnt exhaust of a hundred thousand miles and I was being buttfucked like a boy and I was gonna cum hard any second.
I reached down to rub my clit this time. I had to get off good, better than before, and I didn't care that it was a pussy I was playing with. I just felt my clitoris hard and throbbing and I wanted to get off quickly, to cum as many times as I could while Steve's dad pumped my horny little ass with his big dick. I was in the perfect position and he was going to last longer this time. He was going to ride me for a good long while I was melting with the heat of his manly cock filling my fourteen year old asshole completely.
"Am I your boy?" I whispered breathlessly, "Am I still your little boy?" I was bouncing against him, my whole body jolted every time his cock would reach deep inside and our bodies slap together. I could feel his balls swinging free, slapping my pussy weakly when he'd go all the way inside.
"Oh yeah…" Mr. Sawyer squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart so he could see his thick cock sliding in and out of me. "You're my boy now…My good little fucking boy…Ugh! Take my cock…Ah! Damn that's good…"
I rubbed my clit in tight little circles, making it thrum with pleasure, like it was vibrating under my fingers and the sensation carried through my sex and into my tummy. I was cumming wildly, my knees going weak so that I was just laying on the car with the metal pressing almost painfully into my hips and waist. I barely noticed it though. My pussy was clenched and the sensation of having Mr. Sawyer's cock pressing against my cunt, separated from my butt by just a thin wall of flesh, really made it even better. I moaned loudly, unable to help myself, and the sound of our sex filled the garage, echoing off the cinderblock walls and cement floor.
Three more times I came after that first one, but they might as well have been one long orgasm because it seemed like they were never stopping. They'd peak and I'd come down just a little, and then I'd peak again, riding sensations that stole every reasonable thought from my little brain. I was hot and cold all over, my nipples burned and itched and my juices were running hot and wet down my thighs. I never wanted this to end and I wouldn't have cared who caught us right then, so long as we didn't have to stop.
"I…I'm gonna cum…I'm close…" Mr. Sawyer breathed. "I wanna cum on your face…Come here…Turn around…"
I barely knew what was happening as the man pulled his cock out of me quickly and then pulled and pushed me off the car, turning me around and forcing me down to the floor. He was jerking off then, his cock hovering over my upturned face as he fisted the shaft. I was breathing hard, my right hand still between my thighs. I had my mouth open and so were my eyes, staring at his penis, dark and swollen and wet. It was glistening with precum and old dirty sperm from my ass and I didn't care at all.
"Ohhhh…" Mr. Sawyer arched his back, aiming his cock at my face as it began shooting rapidly.
Hot, thick gobs of semen spurted from the tip to land on my cheeks and nose and chin. It went into my mouth, some of it, but most of it was all over my face. Some semen got in my left eye, which stung just a little, and in my hair and on my neck. Mr. Sawyer shot a lot of cum and used his hand to milk his balls for more, squeezing and pulling his dick until the last little bit just seemed to hang there as if on a string before breaking away and falling on my forehead.
He pushed his swollen cock into my mouth then and I wasn't gonna refuse him. I sucked at it eagerly. I washed Mr. Sawyer's cock with my tongue, tasting all the different flavors of our sex and swallowing it down. He just watched me, my pretty face with the boy's haircut, covered with thick streams and blobs of his sperm, sucking his cock clean.
"Oh fuck! This is good…Better…So much better…" he could barely speak and I had no idea what he was talking about, but it didn't matter.
I sucked Mr. Sawyer's cock for a few minutes and it was still semi-hard when he pulled it from my mouth with a wet sucking sound. I could have made him hard again, I was pretty sure, but it was probably prudent to stop then. I was breathing hard and smiling, feeling the adrenaline and endorphins and whatever else that was making me feel so good. I was always happy after sex, mindlessly happy, although it went away all too quickly sometimes.
I wiped my face with a reasonably clean rag that Mr. Sawyer handed me. I used the side mirror on the Trans-Am to get all of the sperm that was clinging to me, but even then I missed some and he had to help me, making me giggle a little. I'd never had a guy clean me up after sex before. It was strange, but I liked it. I wondered if Mr. Sawyer did it for his wife too.
It was after nine and Mr. Sawyer was giving me a ride home. I honestly didn't know how I felt. I didn't love him, I didn't think, and I wasn't even totally sure I liked him…Except I did. He was nice looking and he knew cars and I loved the way he fucked me. But he was different too. His whole family was different. And he was an adult, which isn't to say I felt bad about that, I mean I'd had sex with a lot of adults. Just that he wasn't like the other ones. He was married and I went to school with his kids. It was like me having sex with Matt's dad or something, which I totally couldn't imagine at all. Or maybe it was like having sex with my dad and believe me, I didn't want to go there. Sex with my brothers was okay, but not with Daddy. He'd made me and that's all I can say about that.
"Steve wants me to be his girlfriend," I said. We hadn't said anything for the first 5 minutes of the drive.
"Do you like him?" Mr. Sawyer looked at me.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I guess. I feel…Weird though."
"Because of us?" Mr. Sawyer laughed. "That's okay, he'll get over it."
"He told me about Monica," I told him, just to see what he'd say. "He said uh, you had sex with her too."
"Yeah," he cleared his throat a little. "That was different though. I really like you, Ann." He reached over to rub my leg, "I like you a lot."
"I like you too," I decided and I settled back, enjoying the way his hand moved against my thigh.
"I want to see you again," Mr. Sawyer glanced at me. "I want to fuck you again."
I blushed a little when he said that, but he couldn't tell in the darkness.
"Me too," I said softly and my heart was going again, the way it always did and I wondered what it was that was making me so horny. The guy wasn't that special, was he?
Maybe I was a nympho, I thought. I wasn't exactly sure what a nymphomaniac was, but by all accounts it was pretty much like being a slut. I'd had sex with three different people that day and two of them had been father and son. The other one, Josh, was one of my best friends and so I probably didn't have any business having sex with him at all. Or Steve's dad. I was a slut and probably a nympho, since it didn't seem like I could control myself at all. I giggled a little, but only because I was laughing at myself, like a crazy person does sometimes. There was something wrong with me, that was for sure.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Sawyer gave my thigh a squeeze and I nodded.
"I think so," I said, but inside I had no idea if I was okay or not.
There wasn't any way I could tell him what I was thinking. In fact, I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anyone, except maybe Scott, but he'd warned me before about turning into a slut, so maybe he'd be a little pissed. Well, I knew he'd be pissed, maybe Steve too, since he seemed to think we could have sex all we wanted, me, him, and Lisa. But probably he wouldn't be too keen on everyone else I'd had sex with lately. Little Steve's dad? Steve might just punch the guy in the nose, Cuda or not, my brothers weren't going to go for some old guy like that sticking his dick up my butt. And he was just one of many, you know?
I tried to think of how many people I'd had sex with, but I ran out of fingers and we were pulling into my driveway anyhow.
"I'll see you again, right?" Mr. Sawyer moved his hand to my hip, pulling me a little closer.
"I…Yeah," I smiled, but I was sorta lying to him. I wasn't sure at all, even though I wanted to see him a lot. I was thinking I should stay away from him, like a voice in my head was warning me, you know? The guy had my picture in his garage!
"Okay," he kissed me, even though we were close to my house, and I kissed him back. Our tongues moving together for a long minute before he finally let me go and I could open the door and get out.
I stood there in the cool night, watching him as he made a circle around our big wide open drive. Mr. Sawyer gave me a little wave, and then drive off with that Cuda motor growling into the distance. I took a deep breath and turned around.
"What was all that about?" Scott asked, giving me the scare of my life, and all I could do was flush with embarrassment. I wondered how long he'd been watching us.
"God! Give me a coronary why don't ya!" I giggled nervously and tried to slip past him into the house, but my brother grabbed my arm.
"I guess your Little Steve grew up, huh?" Scott was unhappy and he was hurting my arm, his fingers squeezing me hard.
"Ow! Let go! I didn't do anything, Scott! God!" I was lying my little butt off and he knew it. He'd seen us kissing, that was for sure.
But he let me go and didn't say anything as I walked away, pushing open the kitchen door and heading for the bathroom. I needed a shower bad and Scott needed to calm down a little before we could talk. He was one of those guys who got quiet when he got mad. The quieter he got, the madder he was. Since he'd just let me go without a word, that was a bad sign. I knew it wouldn't be long before he had me trying to explain what was going on with my friend's dad.
But how could I explain something I didn't understand it myself?
"Hey Annie," Henry was in the kitchen, doing some homework at the table. He was trying to get on my good side again. "You got like ten phone calls."
"I did?" that made me pause.
"Yeah, uh Kyle, Matt, Lance, John, Josh, Jane, Julie and um…oh, Steve called and…" he was rattling them off on his fingers.
"Steve who?" I asked.
"Steve your brother," he gave me a funny look, but he didn't really know Little Steve anyway. "And some guy I never heard of."
"What was his name?"
"I can't remember," he shrugged.
"Henry!" I stared at him. "What did he want?"
"He wanted to talk to you, I dunno," Henry rubbed his head with the eraser end of his pencil.
"It wasn't Brian, was it?" I frowned at that thought, but Henry shook his head.
"No, that wasn't it. He said he'd call back anyway. You need an answering machine, sis."
The door was opening and Scott was coming in, but I didn't look at him.
"That's why I got you, Henry," I smiled, even though I really wished he woulda wrote the guy's name down. It coulda been anyone about anything.
I left the kitchen quickly, feeling a little tense with Scott there, and went up to the bathroom. I really needed to clean my butt! I stripped quickly and got into the shower. That felt amazingly good too, like the best shower ever for some reason. Sometimes I didn't like showers, like in the mornings sometimes? But right then I could have lived in there.
I shoulda locked the door, but that was a habit none of us had never gotten into, but I wished I had when Scott came into the bathroom. He locked it though, flipped the toilet lid down and sat on it with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward a little. He just looked at me through the thin curtain which didn't really hide much of anything, since it was clear. I was naked of course and I had a soapy finger way up inside my ass. I stopped wiggling it, but I didn't pull it out. I just ignored him mostly, or tried to anyway, but it was hard. I mean, he was staring at me, you know?
"I'm taking a shower in here," I said. "Either get in or get out." I meant it sorta jokingly, but it didn't sound very funny. It just made me sound like a bitch, mostly.
"Why were you making out with that guy?" Scott said, ignoring all the little chit-chat and getting right to it. He was good at that. Well, all my brothers were good at that, except David maybe. He could beat around the bush with the best of them, when he wanted to.
"We weren't making out," I sighed, pulling my finger out of my butt and then using the soap to wash down there some more. I really needed like a little brush or something, a soft round one. A long one too maybe and I wondered if all that sex was making my butt a little deeper or something.
"What do you call it then?" Scott asked reasonably.
"We were just kissing a little," I shrugged. "So what?"
"So, he's old enough to be your dad, for one thing…"
"Yeah? So's Coach, big deal."
"…And he's your friend's dad, for another…"
"Little Steve knows already."
"…And he's married, right?"
"Yeah," I frowned a little. "That's her problem." Meaning it was Donna Sawyer's problem that her husband was fucking me. I just had an answer for everything, didn't I?
"None of that makes any difference to you?" Scott looked like he didn't believe me.
"I like him and he likes me," I told my brother, finally looking at him. "We're not hurting anybody."
"You might be. How do you know? Did you ask his wife?"
"People do it all the time, Scott. Jesus, you act like it's a huge crime to kiss a guy just cause he's married. I don't know what's going on. Maybe they're getting a divorce or something. Maybe she's got a boyfriend too, who knows?"
"How many boyfriends do you have now?"
"That's none of your business!" I stared at him. I didn't really have any, but if he meant how many different guys I'd had sex with? It was a lot.
"How about girlfriends?" Scott was shaking his head. "You probably don't even know, do you? You'd have to get a paper and pen to figure it out."
He was being mean and it made me mad.
"Shut-up! You can't talk anyway. You took me to the highway remember? You're the one who said it was okay to have fun. So don't act like you're my dad or something, you're not!"
Scott looked like he was gonna say something we were gonna regret for a second, but he didn't. Probably because I just had, and I was feeling bad about it already. But I thought I was sorta right too.
"Sorry," I said weakly.
"It's okay having fun, having a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or whatever. But you're fucking every guy who asks…"
"No I don't…"
"…Just try saying no once in awhile, it'll make saying yes even more special. Figure out who you want to be with and be with them, that's all I'm saying. You don't wanna be with your friend's dad, do you?"
"I don't know," I frowned and looked down at my body all pink and wet and not very innocent at all any more.
"Look, you got Jane and Julie, right? You keep saying you love them, so be with them. Forget having a boyfriend and just be with the people you love."
"But I feel like…" I sighed.
"What?" Scott had stayed calm, speaking softly and making sense, and it was calming me down too.
"I just feel like I love everybody sometimes," I sighed. "Like when I'm with them, you know?"
"That's just what happens when you feel good. Everybody feels like that. When you get older you figure out you gotta avoid feeling good," Scott laughed and I shook my head at him, smiling.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I know," Scott scratched his nose. "Lots of stuff don't make sense. Like being with that Dan Sawyer guy, it just isn't gonna work."
"He's got pictures of me," I told my brother.
"What?" I think Scott thought I meant naked pictures because he really looked pissed for a second.
"Like from magazines. I think he's got pictures from every magazine I was ever in," I giggled a little. "They're in his garage, sorta pasted up on the wall."
"That's kinda…Weird," Scott said slowly.
"Yeah," I nodded. "But I don't know. I sorta liked it. I mean he must really love me, right?" I knew this wasn't what Scott wanted to hear, but I was saying it anyway.
"Or something," Scott said. "He better hope Pops doesn't ever stop by his place and see that."
"Oh man!" I covered my mouth, thinking about it.
"And you better hope Pops don't see your tits anytime in the next 4 or 5 years too," Scott shook his head, looking at my breasts.
I glanced down at my body having forgotten for the moment about my nipple rings. Most of my brothers knew about them already anyway, but I guessed Scott hadn't heard. That was typical though, Scott wasn't always in the loop with my other brothers since he sorta stuck to himself a lot.
Anyway, Scott had made his point, and I got it. I just wasn't sure what I was gonna do about it. I didn't know what I felt for Mr. Sawyer. I hardly knew him at all, but we'd already had sex. Twice. And I knew I'd liked that a lot. I just wished I knew him better. The pictures did bother me, a lot more than I wanted to admit even to myself.
I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and called Julie as soon as my bath was done. I could have called Jane too, cause it was sort of a toss up which one of them I missed the most. I wish I could have talked to them both at the same time really, or not even talked maybe. I just wanted to be with them. Scott was right about that. If I had to decide, Jane and Julie were gonna win over everyone else. Even Steve and Lisa, except I knew they wouldn't ever make me choose. That was the nice thing about being Steve's sister. He was pretty much stuck with me.
"Hey," I said softly, feeling much better just hearing Julie answer the phone. "What'cha doing?"
"Oh, hi!" Julie was smiling, I could tell. "I called earlier but you weren't home."
"Yeah, my brother told me. I was over at a friend's house," I said, not really wanting to talk about that very much.
"A friend's house, huh?" she sort of paused for a heartbeat. "Anybody I know?"
I thought maybe Julie thought I was seeing Jane. I still didn't really know what their deal was, how they'd arranged to share me, but I had the sense that they were supposed to know what was going on, if they couldn't be with me at the same time. It made me feel special, I suppose, and loved, but it made me nervous too. I really wanted them to be best friends, but it wasn't up to me no matter how hard I tried.
"I don't think so. His name's Steve. I was looking at his dad's car."
"Oh," Julie didn't know or care about cars at all, but that was okay with me. She was my girlfriend, so she didn't have to. "You guys are still coming over tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, we're coming," I smiled a little to myself. "I miss you," I said softly. "I really miss you."
"Me too. I wish I lived where you are. You could come to my house and look at my dad's car too," she sighed theatrically. "Then I wouldn't have to worry so much."
"Worry?" I laughed. "About what?"
"About you and um, I don't know. I just…" another sigh. "Can you come over tonight?" her voice was soft and sweet.
"Um…" I felt a little rush of excitement, but I didn't know if I could or not. It was late already, like ten o'clock, a little after ten actually. "It's hard," I said and I felt let down myself. "I wish I could."
"I just want to see you every day, that's all."
"Me too." We were quiet for a few seconds. "I love you," I told her and I really meant it. I felt like my heart was going to burst or something, just sitting there on the phone. I missed her so much I thought I was dying.
"I love you too," Julie whispered, and then we were quiet for a couple minutes.
"Hey," I said finally.
"What?"
"Are your nipples sore?" I said it seriously, but then I was laughing and so was she.
"Yeah," Julie was probably blushing and I could envision her beautiful white skin turning pink. "Really sore. They're hard too. All the time."
"Mine too," I sighed, smiling to myself and glad we were sharing even something as silly as that.
"We're going horseback riding Saturday right?" Julie asked me slowly. "In the morning?"
"Yeah," I was nodding. "I have to call Jane tonight, but it won't be a problem. Are your parents coming?"
"Uh-huh, they're excited about it," Julie laughed. "You, um…You didn't talk to Jane today?"
"Nope, not yet. I called you first," I smiled, knowing Julie would like that a lot. "You think I shoulda called her first?"
Julie didn't answer me though, knowing I was teasing her. "She's so pretty."
"Yeah," I agreed. "And so are you."
"Really?" Julie asked, like she didn't believe me.
"Yeah, really," I laughed gently. "All my friends are totally jealous."
"Because of Jane?"
"No, uh-uh, because of both of you," I was really wishing Julie wouldn't worry about Jane so much.
"Your friends don't even know me," Julie protested.
"Kyle does," I reminded her. "He wanted me to hook you up with him."
"Denise likes him," she giggled. "I already have a boyfriend."
"Yeah. I told him all that, but he likes you," I sighed a little. "He was a little mad at me."
"Because of me?" Julie gasped, just a little one.
"Yeah," I shrugged to myself. "He's over it now; he called and apologized like 20 times," I laughed.
"Mmmm…" Julie was moving around. "I don't want anyone to get mad at you."
"Me neither."
"I wish it was tomorrow already," Julie paused and then giggled softly. "I want you to do it," she whispered so softly I could barely hear her.
"Do what?" I lowered my voice too.
"You know what…" she said playfully. "We're gonna do it, right?"
"Yeah…We are," I felt myself getting moist and my nipples itched, well they'd been itching all day it seemed like.
"With Jane…" Julie was breathing a little harder. "Watching."
"Yeah," I took a sharp breath, shifting my body and squeezing my thighs together a little.
"I think about it all the time," Julie told me. "I wish I let you do it before."
"I don't," I told her truthfully. "It's gonna be better this way."
"Oh yeah…" she sighed. "If you come over tonight we can do it."
"Jane wants to see it," I said slowly. "She wants to watch."
"I know…"
"Besides, your parents might freak out if I came over in the middle of the night," I laughed.
Julie laughed too, "They might, but they're not home."
"Really?" I sorta blinked at that.
"Yeah, they went to somebody's house like an hour ago," Julie said. "Probably be gone all night. They do that sometimes."
"Oh. That's kinda weird," I said, but thinking Julie's parents were weird anyway. My heart was beating a little harder and I was really trying to figure out how I might get to Beaverton, but it was late and I had to be up early and I didn't want to be tired Friday night, that was for sure.
"Sure you can't come over?" Julie teased me softly.
"Tomorrow," I promised with a sigh.
It was quarter to eleven before I got off the phone with Julie, and then only because Henry came back into the kitchen looking for something to snack on. Mark and David were out, Steve was gone someplace with his new fiancé, Greg was in the garage helping Daddy, Scott was out there too, and I was calling Jane.
"You think of that guy's name yet?" I asked my brother.
"Nope. I think it was like pants or something," Henry was digging through the refrigerator.
"Pants?" I looked at him like he was crazy and I didn't get to say anything else. "Hey girl," I smiled into the phone and turned my back to Henry.
"Hi…" Jane's voice was soft and sexy. "I just tried calling you, but your phone's been busy."
"Yeah. I was talking to Julie."
"I bet!" Jane giggled.
"What're you doing?" I asked, settling back down on the floor and wishing Henry wasn't so nosey. He was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but taking his time about it. Like he had to get that peanut butter on the bread just exactly right or his sandwich would be totally ruined.
"Playing with my nipples."
"Ouch!" I laughed. "Mine hurt."
"Mine too," Jane gave me a little sigh. "I like it though."
"Me too."
"It makes my pussy wet," Jane whispered.
"Oh yeah?" I dropped my voice really low. "Are you playing with it?"
"Do you want me to?" she giggled. "I will…I'll do anything you want."
"I know."
I spent half an hour listening to Jane masturbate for me, wishing I could have joined her. My pussy was getting seriously moist and Henry was just watching me fidget on the kitchen floor. It was totally frustrating and Henry wasn't going to get on my good side like that.
"Didn't you ever hear of giving somebody some privacy?" I stared at him and my brother just shrugged and finally left, now that my phone call with Jane was over.
I thought about calling my friends, but it was getting late and there wasn't gonna be enough time to call all of them. And I'd see them at school anyway, except for Kyle. I probably should have called him, especially since I was taking off Saturday afternoon for that little road trip with Steve and Lisa. Thinking about that made me think about Seattle, since we were gonna be spending a night there, I think cause Steve and Lisa wanted to have some fun together in the big city. But Seattle was where that Monica girl was too. Little Steve's old girlfriend and my sorta twin, if I believed everything I'd heard about her.
I looked at the clock and it was like 2 minutes before eleven and I wondered if that was too late to be calling a total stranger. I decided it probably was, but I did it anyway. I mean, if she was like my twin sister, well, she should be up, right? It was bad logic, but I was really wondering what she was like, and not just that, I was wondering about Little Steve's family too. It wasn't like I could ask around Squinosha. Nobody here had even heard of the Sawyers until a few months ago when they'd moved in. Monica knew them though.
I had to dig the number out of my backpack, where'd I'd stashed it after Stevie had given it to me at school. I glanced at the clock again, like I was nervous about the time, but I think that was just my excuse. I was nervous about other stuff more than that. There wasn't anything else I could do though, so I took a deep breath and dialed the number.
The phone answered after two rings, but it was an answering machine.
"I'm Monica…And I'm Stacy…And this is the beep…" I heard two female voices, giggling playfully, and then the short tone that meant the machine was recording.
"Uh, hi Monica. This is Ann, um, Steve's friend. I was just calling to…"
"Hey Ann, this is Monica," a girl's voice interrupted me. She sounded a little out of breath, like maybe she'd run up a flight of stairs or something.
"Oh, hi," I didn't know what to say then. My train of thought had left the station without me.
"What's up?" she sounded cheerful anyway, pretty relaxed. "Stop it…" she whispered to someone and I could hear soft giggling.
"Um, I don't know," I laughed nervously and made a face, just for my own benefit. "I got your phone number from Steve and…"
"Yeah. I told the little twerp to give it to you, he was probably crying, huh?" she laughed and I sort of narrowed my eyes.
"No, not really," I said slowly. "He was a little shy, I guess."
"What do you drive?" the girl asked me, maybe bored with talking about Steve already, I wasn't sure.
"Huh?"
"Stevie said you're into cars, so…What do you drive?" There was more giggling in the background and I was feeling a little lost, self-conscious maybe.
"I don't drive yet," I said.
"What? Why? How can you be into cars and not drive?"
"Uh, I'm just fourteen?" It wasn't really a question, but I made it sound like one just to be a smart ass.
"Oh," Monica was quiet for a second. "He didn't say that."
"How old are you?" I asked her.
"Nineteen," she laughed. "You probably thought I was your age, huh? And I thought you were more like mine."
"Uh yeah," I figured she was like 15 maybe, or 16 tops. Wasn't that what Steve had said? I couldn't remember. "He said he was your boyfriend."
"He says that a lot," Monica laughed. "He wishes!"
"What do you mean?" I totally didn't understand anything.
"I was his babysitter," Monica told me, sounding like it was all a joke. "I had fun with him, you know? Messing around and stuff."
"Oh." I didn't know what that meant.
"I don't have boyfriends," there was more giggling. "I'm not into the whole cock thing very much."
"I see…." I said slowly, not seeing anything really.
"He's a good little fuck though," Monica laughed. "You fuck him yet?"
"What?" I gasped and almost dropped the phone.
"I guess not," she was still laughing. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried or anything, I'm just…Confused," I confessed, sort of thinking I should just hang up the phone.
"About what?" Monica asked seriously.
"About everything," I laughed, but it was all frustration.
"Kids," Monica said, but not to me I don't think, more like to whoever was sitting next to her giggling all the time. "I don't like boys. I just like to punish them, you know?"
"You punish boys?"
"Yeah, like Steve. He thinks I love him cause I like to hurt him, like that makes me his girlfriend right?" she chuckled. "It's fun though, or used to be until he moved anyway."
"You hurt Steve?" I didn't really like that idea a whole lot.
"Yeah, but he likes it. I mean at first I just did it cause I liked it, I didn't really give a fuck what he thought about it. But he kept coming back for more," Monica laughed again. "He's such a total fag too. God! Hey, he said you were pretty butch."
I felt like I was swimming in quicksand. "He said I was butch?"
"Yeah, well he didn't say it, but he told me about you. He said you were just like me," Monica paused for a second. "So you're lez right?"
"Um, sorta. I have a couple girlfriends," I didn't know why I was telling her that. "I'm a guy mostly, inside, it's just I sorta look like a girl on the outside."
"Cool," Monica didn't laugh like I expected her to. "Me too. I totally got screwed when I was born without a dick!" she did laugh then. "I deal with it though."
"Yeah, um…Me too," I said and I guessed she didn't really agonize over it the way I did.
"I fix motorcycles. You into bikes at all?"
"Yeah, I know motorcycles," I was nodding at the phone. "We pretty much fix anything, me and my brothers. Mostly we build cars though."
"That's cool. I got a Sportster, you know what that is?" Monica asked, like maybe she was testing me.
"Uh, yeah," I chuckled. "I did my first conversion when I was like eleven. Me and my brother Steve."
"You got a brother named Steve?" she laughed, although I didn't know why that was funny. "What kind of conversion?"
"The Sportster? Eight-eighty to twelve hundred, what other kind is there?" I asked, not trying to be a smart ass. I was just really curious because maybe there was one I didn't know about.
"Just that one," Monica sounded happy. "Maybe you do know pigs. So Stevie is your boyfriend huh?" she decided to get back to our original topic. She liked to jump around a lot, I noticed.
"Ummm…I don't know yet. I haven't decided," I didn't tell Monica that the reason I was calling was to help me decide if he was or not.
"Well, just watch out for his old man, that guy just wants to fuck," Monica said something muffled to whoever was there with her, "Yeah, I'll ask…Did he fuck you yet?"
"Steve's dad? Me?" I swallowed nervously. "Ummm…"
"He did, huh!" Monica giggled and clucked her tongue. "Oh, you slut!"
"No…I mean, yeah, but…I sorta like him," I said, but I got the impression that she didn't like him at all.
"He's okay sometimes, but he can be a dick too," Monica warned me. "He was always tryin' to get me to do stuff."
"What um…What about Steve's mom? She never found out or anything?"
"Donna?" Monica chuckled. "She's worse than him! Oh man, did she fuck you too? That's crazy, ain't it? I miss her a lot!"
"She's…?" I didn't even know what to say. Little Steve's mom was a lesbian? She didn't seem like one to me, but what did I know anyway? The only lesbians I knew were me and my friends.
"I guess you didn't yet," Monica giggled. "You will, she's pretty hot. That's the only reason I ever let her husband near me, cause she got me so hot for it I didn't care."
"You and her had sex and then…"
"Yeah, she did me first and then a couple weeks later he was there too…It was honkin' weird too," Monica paused for a second, listening to her friend. "Yeah, Donna said they were swingers," she laughed. "Like they had sex with anybody anytime or something. I don't know."
"And Steve, did he, um…"
"Did he know? Hell yeah, he knew. His dad was always grabbin' for me in front of his kids. It was freaky, you know? I just figured they had the family love thing goin' on or something."
"The family love thing?" I felt dizzy, this was all so bizarre.
"Yeah, you know. Incest and all that? Not my thing, but I don't care either," Monica paused. "Maybe that's why they move so much," she laughed. "Or else they're in the witness protection program. Dan's kinda sleazy, so…"
"Wait…" I was still trying to wrap my brain around everything. "So Steve and his mom, and Carol and her dad…?"
"Well, I never actually saw anything," Monica said slowly. "But it kinda seemed that way sometimes. I mean, who knows right? Could be Steve and his dad and Carol with her mom and all of them all together with the family dog for all I know," Monica sighed happily. "Those people are righteously fucked up!"
"Yeah, uh…I guess so…" I didn't know what to say.
"So you live out in East Bumfuck too?"
"Where?" I asked and then figured out what she meant. "Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Too bad. Hey, anyway, I gotta take off. Stacy's gonna throw a fit if I don't get her off so, uh…Heh! I'll talk to you later, okay? Just call me anytime, I ain't hardly home, but it's cool."
"Okay, um sure," I didn't know if I'd ever call her again, to tell the truth. I'd have to think about that for awhile. "Bye."
It was almost midnight, but I figured I'd call Josh anyway. His grandmother was sleepin' for sure, but I think she turned off her hearing aid at night anyway. Or I hoped she did. I needed to talk with someone a little more down to earth than Monica had been. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but whatever it was, it hadn't been her. All that stuff about Steve and his family really confused me. They seemed so almost normal. I mean they said Grace before dinner, you know?
The pictures of me were weird though. And the way Steve's dad had fucked me, like right there in the garage…Twice? A normal person probably wouldn't have done that, not with his wife and kids home. I kept trying to figure out if Steve's mom had given me any funny looks or anything, acted strange towards me, and I thought maybe she had. But that was the problem with thinking like that, you started seeing what you wanted to see. So I didn't really trust myself. But if Little Steve knew me and his dad had done it, then it seemed sorta likely his mom knew about it too. And even Carol, since she'd been giggling and giving me funny looks for sure. But I'd figured that was just because she was dating my brother, Greg. Maybe it wasn't though.
"Hello?" Josh had been sleeping and I almost hung up the phone without saying a word.
"Hey, sleepy head!" I decided I needed cheering up though and I don't know, Josh just felt like my pet dog.
I know that sounds bad, maybe even really bad, but I don't mean it in a bad way at all. I just mean that Josh seemed like one of those friends, the special kind, that you could sorta abuse in a friendly way. Like calling him at midnight and he wouldn't be mad about it. I hoped I was a friend like that, but I knew it wasn't easy going from dead sleep to wide awake and smiling just cause some idiot was calling. Even if that idiot was your friend. But that was another reason I liked Josh so much…He was the one guy I knew who could do it.
"Oh, hey Ann. I was asleep."
"I can tell, sorry about waking you up, Josh," I said, and I was too.
"It's okay," he yawned a little. "My truck works great."
"Oh yeah? Cool. I told ya before, when I fix somethin' it stays fixed," I giggled a little, feeling better already.
"I know. Grams baked some pies today, she said to make sure I gave one to you for fixin' our water heater. That's working good too."
"Oh yeah? You're grandma's so cool, Josh. What kind?"
"Uh, apple pie. She used the really green ones too," Josh laughed. "It's good, like sweet and sour all at once. I'll bring it by for you guys tomorrow."
"Awww…I'll be in Beaverton tomorrow. You bring it around here and it'll be gone by the time I get back. My brothers are pigs for pie!" And they were too. An apple pie had as much chance of surviving ten minutes on the kitchen counter as…Well, as nothing. It wouldn't.
"Oh, um…Are you hungry? I could bring it around right now, if you want," Steve offered, and he would too, for no other reason than I wanted a piece of his grammy's apple pie.
"You sure?" I asked, feeling like a bit like a weasel. Was I really gonna make Josh drive all the way over here to deliver a pie?
"Yeah. I'm up now!" Josh laughed. "Kinda hungry too."
"Well, sure, bring it over then!" I giggled.
"Okay, see ya in ten minutes," Josh agreed. "I'll bring two."
"Okay! Bye!" I hung up the phone feeling a hundred times better than I had after talking to Monica. I almost forget all about her, but that was sorta impossible.
I put my bare feet in a pair of boots and figured I'd go see how daddy was doing while I waited for Josh. He'd been out in the garage all night and probably hadn't even had dinner. He could get like that and sometimes we had to remind him that enough was enough, even when it came to cars. But maybe he had eaten too, since Scott and Greg were out there with him. It was cold outside, especially since I was just wearing some denim cutoffs and a thin t-shirt. My skin got goose bumps and my nipples, which were pretty much swollen anyway, got harder than heck and really throbbed. The piercings didn't like the cold all that much, I guessed.
"Hey, wow! Lookin' good!" I nodded at the Mercury Cougar which was really looking sharp. It was going to the WSU Booster Club early Saturday morning, like 4am early because they wanted it for the Cougar's opening game and that was at 1pm in the afternoon.
After I'd gotten the paint done, Daddy had brought it back into the shop so they could put it all back together. We hadn't torn it down completely anyway though, so that wasn't as bad as it was sometimes. It wasn't a real racer either, so there wasn't a lot of tricked out stuff with the motor or the tranny or anything. That made it easy too. The original motor had been good, just needing a little work and a lot of cleaning up. The interior was the big thing and we'd gutted that car completely. It wasn't a show car or anything, but it looked pretty darn good for a bunch of old frat guys who only wanted to drive in a parade. They'd be happy with it.
"Yeah, not bad huh?" Daddy was under the hood, just cause he wouldn't ever stop doing something until it was out the door.
Greg was polishing the wheels, which were custom one off's with the stylized Cougar logo engraved on them. A big cat head roaring. They were sharp and rocked the price tag more than a little and we had a guy in Michigan who did them. He was really, really good at it and we gave him all our wheel work. Scott was playing with his laptop and he had some long ribbon cable running to the Cougar's motor, tuning the EFI or something, playing with the PROMs cause most of the motors after about 1976 used those and Daddy hated that computer stuff. He couldn't deny the results though, but he was still grumbling and I just walked around the car slowly, admiring it. My paint job had turned out sweet, even without the fancy Diamond Dust.
"You see Carol tonight" Greg asked me, looking up at me since he was sitting on the floor, rubbing chrome with a soft cloth.
"Yep," I smiled at him. "She asked about you."
"Cool," Greg nodded, like he knew she would.
"So what's that Sawyer fella got goin' on over there anyway?" Daddy asked as he stood up, looking around the open hood at me. Then he frowned, just for a second, and went back under the hood like he was hiding.
"Uhhh…" I tried to figure out what that was all about. "He's workin' on a Trans Am. I think he wants to chop it, he ain't decided."
"Seventy-three?" Daddy asked, since that was the best year Trans Am ever had and everyone knew it.
He still wasn't looking at me though and I looked down at Greg and he grinned. "What?" I mouthed silently.
"A little nipply in here," Greg raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at my tits. It was a really thin t-shirt and my nipples looked big and even my rings could be seen, sorta, if you knew what they were. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Nope, seventy-six, Daddy. I told him he oughta look around for a '73 motor, get that 455 and put it in there," I walked over towards my dad and Scott. He'd seen my nipples a gazillion times, but the rings were new and maybe he'd realized what those odd shapes were. I wouldn't expect him to hide though, more likely he'd be pretty pissed.
"Huh," Daddy grunted.
"What's it got now? The six point six?" Greg asked.
"Six six didn't come out til seventy-seven," Scott said.
"You sure?" Greg shook his head. "I thought it was optional on the seventy-six. I know the seventy-fives were all 400 small blocks."
"Seventy-seven, I'm pretty sure," Scott shrugged. "Could be wrong though, I never much liked Trans Am's anyway."
"They made too many of 'em," My Daddy agreed. "Everybody wanted to be a Bandit."
"A who?" I giggled.
"Before your time," Daddy actually smiled and looked at me, like nothing was wrong at all. I guessed he'd come to grips with whatever was buggin' him. "So he knows what he's doin'? That Sawyer fella?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Hard tellin' but he's got some tools anyway. Probably gonna look for some help though," I smiled. "Especially if he goes modified. He told me he ain't ever done anything like that before."
Restoring a car was a lot of work, depending on what sorta shape it was in to begin with. But it was pretty straightforward too. I mean all you needed was a couple good manuals, some decent photographs maybe, and the time and money to track down the original parts. A car like the Cuda wasn't real rare either. It was less common than a lot of muscle cars, sure, but parts weren't all that hard to find. So it had just taken time more than anything else for Mr. Sawyer to bring the Cuda back to it's original youth.
Modifying a car though, now that was something else altogether. You can do almost anything you can imagine to a car, if you're willing enough and even gutsy enough to try it. So before you even started you had to figure out what you wanted, cause it wasn't a build as you go deal. You'd screw it all up without a plan. We didn't turn a wrench until we knew exactly what a car was gonna look and sound and smell like when it rolled out of our garage. Mr. Sawyer needed some expertise and the sooner he got it the better, cause he didn't even know what he wanted yet.
"We got a lot of work comin' down the road," Daddy rubbed his chin. "We gotta knock that Mitsubishi out next week, can't put it off no more."
"I could help him," I suggested, sort of surprising myself. "I mean just after football, maybe a few hours a week. I'd work here on weekends still."
"You don't think you're busy enough?" Scott glanced at me. It sounded sorta innocent, the way he said it, but he wasn't meaning it that way at all.
"I can handle it," I looked at him, sticking my chin out a little. I was pretty much telling him I'd made up my mind about what we'd talked about and I wanted to see Mr. Sawyer again.
"Hmmm…" Daddy was thinking.
"I could help," Greg was getting up. "I mean, I don't mind." He was smiling, but mostly he was thinking about Carol, I was sure.
"I ain't losing the two of you," Daddy shook his head. "He ask for any help?"
"Well, no, not exactly. He will though," I shrugged. "I mean he's serious about it and he knows he's gonna need help anyway."
"His kid don't know anything, that's for sure," Greg laughed.
"Start it up for me Pops. I'm all set up," Scott said.
"You're fallin' in love with that EFI ain't ya?" I grinned at Scott, hoping he wasn't all pissed at me.
"Everybody falls in love," he sighed, looking down at his laptop. He was disappointed with me, I knew.
Daddy started the Cougar's engine and it sounded sweet. Not like a Cuda or Sherry's Challenger or anything, but for a stock motor in sort of a weak car, it wasn't bad. Scott was playing with his keyboard while Greg and I watched, we both thought that stuff was pretty cool, even though we didn't know a thing about it except it was like magic. The fuel injection that Scott had added was new, of course, replacing the original system. Those old fuel injectors had been top of the line once, but now they were always the first things to go.
"Hey!" Josh was walking through the door carrying a couple pies, smiling and looking around. "I knocked on the door, nobody was home."
"Hi Josh!" I grinned at him. "Hey, you guys want some pie?" I had to talk loud because the engine was revving a little.
"Hey Josh," Greg nodded to him. He didn't really like Josh, but didn't dislike him either I guess. Josh was just sorta neutral in my brothers' collective opinion and I don't think any of them understood why I liked him so much.
"Three minutes," Scott said, tapping his keyboard.
"The hell you deliverin' pie in the middle of the night for, boy?" Daddy grinned at Josh.
"Uh…" Josh just laughed and looked at me.
"Cause I'm hungry, Daddy!" I rolled my eyes like that made a lot of difference.
"I don't mind," Josh said. "I was kinda hungry for pie too, so…"
"Huh!" Daddy nodded and Scott just shook his head.
"That's a nice car," Josh told me, and it was weird because it was like 12:30 in the morning, but it felt like noon or something.
"Yeah, cool huh?" I smiled cause it was always nice getting a second opinion.
Five minutes later we were all in the kitchen, which was better, cause we were nice and warm and eating homemade apple pie with glasses of milk. Everybody appreciated that pie too, especially Daddy, cause he'd skipped dinner like I'd suspected.
"So you're comin' along Saturday for a little scavenger hunt, right?" Daddy was looking at Josh.
"Uh, yeah," Josh smiled nervously. "It's okay, right?"
"Long as you help him find the parts he needs," I reminded Daddy, and especially my brothers.
"You mean find a new truck," Greg laughed. "That's what you need, Josh."
"That the one got hit by lightning?" Daddy wondered and I laughed.
"Lightning?" Josh smiled with some confusion.
"That distributor," I nodded. "Yeah, Daddy. It was fried too. You shoulda seen it."
"The hell that happen?" Daddy asked and I just shrugged. "Not much to go bad there."
"It was freakin' weird," I had to admit and I should have saved it. Distributors didn't usually self-destruct as a general rule.
"Should have a TV show," Greg said. "The Unexplained World of Josh's Truck!"
"Heh!" Daddy chuckled and Josh blushed a little, which was way cute. "Reminds me…When are those TV people comin' out here?"
"What TV people?" I asked, even though Daddy was talking to Scott.
"End of the month, Pops," Scott said and he looked at me. "That Rides show, they wanna see Thunder."
"What's Thunder?" Josh asked.
"Our racecar," I giggled, but I was still looking at Scott and he was nodding and I was shaking my head. "No way. I'm not gonna babysit those guys."
"You and Scott," Daddy said. "Earn some allowance for a change."
"They wanna see you too," Scott shrugged.
"You're famous, sis," Greg grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Like a trained monkey," I frowned and Josh was wondering what the problem was. We had TV people come out once in awhile, magazine people too, and they always wanted to see the cute little tomboy who could turn a wrench with the best of 'em. It had been fun when I was little, but I was sorta tired of it and I especially didn't like it after seeing Mr. Sawyer's garage, you know?
"We'll talk about it later," Daddy said and then changed the subject with a smile at Josh. "Meantime, we're goin' salvagin for a new truck, huh?
"Yeah, I guess so," Josh grinned good naturedly.
"We'll keep our eyes open," Daddy shrugged. "We can use all the help we can get."
"Thanks, Mr. Russet," Josh said and then he smiled at me.
"Don't thank me yet," Daddy chuckled. "Wait til we start digging through iron. Bring some gloves."
"Yeah," Greg agreed. "Thick ones too."
The hands tended to get beat up looking around junkyards for parts, the shins too, cause stuff was usually sticking out all over the place. But you couldn't do much about that unless you had some hockey pads on or something.
"The hell's your brothers at?" Daddy sat back, rubbing his stomach a little. "Mark and David oughta know it's gettin' late."
"Probably out with Sherry," Scott shrugged. "They're getting big, Pops."
"Yeah," Daddy took a deep breath. "And I'm gettin' old. Thank your granny for the pies, Josh. That was fine."
"Yes sir," Josh said, looking pleased. "I'll tell her."
"What about Mr. Sawyer, Daddy?" I asked him, just cause we'd never finished that conversation.
"If he asks, go ahead and help him figure out what he needs," Daddy shrugged. "But don't spend a lot of time doin' it, you got enough work round here." I was nodding as he spoke. "And you tell him that if you start building, we start billing."
"Okay," I nodded.
I'd expected about as much. Info was easy and helping the guy figure out what he wanted and how to go about it wouldn't take much time, really. But we did run a shop, it's what kept us warm and fed, so if one of us was turning a wrench it was a job, not a favor. But not always, obviously. Like with Josh's truck and his water heater, we did a lot of favors too but that was different than a build. I still wished I'd figured out a way to refuse that 20 bucks Josh's grandma had given me.
"I'm gonna hit the sack," Daddy decided with a stretch. "Saturday morning, Josh. We'll go about seven I figure, if I can get the boys outta bed."
"Okay," Josh nodded. "I'll be here, Mr. Russet."
"I'm goin' to bed too," Scott yawned. "Don't you guys stay up too late."
"It's already late," Greg laughed.
"Yeah, I gotta get running," Josh smiled at me and I smiled back, wishing I didn't have to go to bed and wake up in four hours.
I didn't feel really tired and Josh…What was it with me? I felt like I wanted to kiss him again. It was weird and even made me blush for no apparent reason at all. I couldn't help it though and it wasn't like a totally sexual thing, it was just…I didn't know what it was. He made me feel good just being there, that's all. Bringing those pies over in the middle of the night, that just made me feel buttery when I thought about it. Strange, huh?
"I'll see ya later Josh," I bit my bottom lip for a half second. "Thanks for the pie. It was awesome."
"Yeah dude, way cool," Greg was nodding and it might have been the first time any of my brothers had said something sorta nice to him. "Thanks."
"Sure, no problem," Josh was grinning happily and that made me warm too.
He was standing up and I stood up too and then I just decided to kiss him. A small one on the cheek, standing tip-toe. It surprised him and Josh sort of looked at me funny. Greg just grinned at me, but I ignored him.
"Goodnight Ann," Josh might have wanted to say more, but maybe not, because then he was leaving, closing the kitchen door slowly behind him.
"Josh is alright, huh?" Greg said, like he was just figuring that out.
"Yeah," I took a little breath. "He's alright." I smiled at my brother and that was the thought that carried me to bed.