Storiesonline.net ------- An Erotic Christmas Carol by ElSol Copyright© 2003 by ElSol ------- Description: An erotic adaption of "A Christmas Carol". Codes: MF mf Mf gi 1st teen lolita rape bro sis oral anal mastrb ------- ------- Stave 1: Marle's Frustration Marle, pronounced Marr-lay in a particularly horrid French accent if at all possible, was dead. Now, due to the wonders of modern medicine, a reader might think 'There's dead, and then there's DEAD.' Be assured though, doctors making that much money to delay the inevitable do not allow a [I]somewhat[/I] dead patient to be buried. He must be irrevocably dead before they will allow such a wonderful, kind, and generous man to escape their acquisitive hands. Eben knew Marle was dead. They were full partners for five years, and worked together for a couple of years before that. Eben was Marle's CEO, the hand-picked heir to Marle' business, even if truth be told it was Eben who made the business what it was at the time of Marle's medically lamented passing. Eben made all the funeral arrangements and was one of the few mourners at the appropriately cloudy day. The doctors who stopped by could not be counted as mourners since their tears were for the loss of income. Eben was curious about an attractive middle-aged woman in black, who seemed genuinely sad, but thought she must have been a distant relative of Marle's. So my dear internet porn afficianado, this is not an Elvis was seen at a 7-Eleven in Kelowan, Kansas type of thing. If the fact that Marle and his false French airs had truly left the mortal coil is not something that you can accept, well then... read this anyway, there are a couple of scenes worthy of staining a paper towel or wetting a pair of fingers. Eben did not rename his company, though everyone said he should. It stood as it was even after Eben moved it to a modern office building, Marle Security Specialties, better know as Marle's. Sometimes his company's high profile customers called Eben by his name; others called him Marle. He did not mind either, probably preferred Marlem, truth be told. Oh, but Eben was a workaholic! Working, shaping, molding, digging new niches for his firm, traveling to ensure every detail was taken care off when many of his staff could have accomplished the job as well; hard and sharp, that no competitor would find merciful, nor could they get ahead of him and his firm; secretive, unyielding to any challenge business or personal, an island habitant who bred sharks in the nearby waters. The cold inside hardened his features; his lips were an unmoving line; and he spoke commandingly in a voice echoing a lion's roar. Snow prematurely touched demon black hair, and ice-blue eyes showed no warmth to the world. He ignored the elements. The sun could not force the suit-jacket from his shoulders, and the cold could not make him grimace. No winter wind could cool a room like his implacable stare; no fire more heartless in its purpose; no tide less caring of the drowned. Foul weather did not know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet could boast only one advantage over him. If you were caught in one of them, the warm confines of your home would protect you. Eben followed you in. Nobody ever looked at him across a conference table and with smiling looks said "Mr. Razz, wonderful to see you. When will you stop by to see the family?" No charity came to his door without a financial report of the deductions he would receive for signing a check; no babies crawled to be taken into his lap. Stray dogs avoided his path having no profit to offer for a scrap. And when Christmas cheer dusted the air, he was worse. But what did Eben care. It was the very thing he wanted. To tread his way through the crowded path of life warning all human warmth to stand to the left, or right, or be mowed down. Warmth, love, happiness, joy, friendship; none of these things did Eben desire, even the darkest loneliness of the midnight hour. Once upon a time of all days not to be, Christmas Eve, Eben sat busy in his corporate office planning the move of his company into providing Internet security and anonymity to some very rich clients. The windows at his back were battered by the cold, biting weather. Through the open door of his office he could hear the muted enjoyment of his employees at the necessary, if foolish, annual office Christmas party. The black clock on the wall chimed three, but outside the dark struggled to douse the light shining from the building. From the windows could be seen the valiant battle the lights of other offices fought to bring the gaiety of Christmas parties to the darkening city. The night fought back with fathomless dark that obscured sight outlining other buildings with a touch of fey. To see the black clouds lurking above, hiding the stars, one would have thought that Nature birthed something darker still. Eben could hear the swelling and ebbing of the party; he was somewhat distracted by having to make sure his personal assistant stayed at her desk, in case she was needed. Eben worked day and night, and his assistant had to follow at his pace. She could not slow down for her boss never did, and the stare Eben gave when he had to wait was as close to real anger as she ever wanted to see from him. Wherefore, she squared her shoulders and tromped along in a race she could not win or even compete in; she was the closest Eben had ever found to achieving the mark so he made due. "Mr. Razz, I'm sorry. She..." came over the intercom seconds before a bright, if well-covered tornado, exploded into the room. "A Merry Christmas, Eb. God keep you safe," cried a muffled cheery voice, a voice that was the torment of Eben's soul. Brenda, his foster sister, born after her parents gave him a home. "Yeah," said Eben softly. "Right." She had so covered herself that it took a comical struggle to unwind the lengthy scarf from her face. Her clean complexion came into view as she defeated her adversary. The heat of battle flamed her pretty face, and sparked in her dark blue eyes. "Come on, Eben," she said as she threw her defeated opponent down. "Stay in character, be proud of who you are and shout from the rafters 'Bah! Humbug!'" She laughed warmly taking in how he watched her. It was the slight softening in his eyes when he looked at her that gave Brenda hope. "Yeah... right," said Eben. "Merry Christmas. You have as little reason as I do to be merry on that day, less actually." "Come, then," said Brenda Rollins shaking off the deep sadness that swallowed the fire in her eyes for a long moment. "What reason do you have to be so dismal? What reason do you have to be so morose? I really like that vocabulary book you got me for my birthday; dismal, morose, they really are wonderfully descriptive, don't you think. Anyway, you said it; your reasons are significantly less than mine. After all, you're so rich most of my friends want your number." Eben, having no better answer and not wanting to see the sadness again, said "Yeah," and followed it with "Right." "Not even one 'Bah! Humbug!'?" she said amidst a giggle; almost the ghost of a smile touched Eben's face. "Can't you try? Just for me, I promise I won't tell anyone." "No, Brenda." The ghost fled. "I won't celebrate in remembrance of your parents. Maybe there are reasons for someone else to overindulge, or overcharge credit cards. I won't stop you, or anyone else. I'll even let them throw a Christmas Party and give them bonuses if they earned them. I'll think hard about your Christmas gift because... Don't ask more, Bren." "But, Eben," she pleaded as she had done for many years. "No!" The voice cooled the room. "Have your Christmas, sister, but leave me to the memories of your parents." "They were your parents, too." He nodded solemnly. "But I'm not your sister," she said firmly and then smiling mischievously. "Not where it would count, anyway." "Leave it, Bren," Eben growled, "That was a mistake. It never did you any good." "Bah! Humbug!" she said in a strong voice. "That was no mistake. Maybe you're right, and I should be sad on the anniversary of someone killing my parents but it's also the anniversary of my best memories. My first bicycle and how you taught me to ride it in two feet of snow. I remember watching you from the living room window shovel for three hours to clear enough space. Sitting between Mom and Dad in church learning that Christmas wasn't about gifts. That memory got me through their deaths, Eben. Believing like a child and not the teenager I was that they were in Heaven waiting for us. Yeah! I spend too much, and so do a lot of people, but you're the only one who doesn't give me the smile that makes it all worth it. You know what? That's okay too, Eben. No Christmas memory is ever going to compare to the one we made together. So okay, our parents died on Christmas day, but EVERY other memory is happy so, 'Thank You, God!'" Eben's assistant, standing at the door, gasped in wide-eyed wonder. Gasped again, realizing Eben would not appreciate an audience and fled back to the minor protection of her desk. Eben stared at his foster sister on the edge of showing emotion that only she had ever raised in him. The muscles in his jaw moved as he struggled to hold everything inside. She smiled innocently at him. "Come on," she said. "Don't be mad! I'm here to invite you to my Christmas get-together. You're going to say no, but I have to ask, right?" She bent down to pick up the scarf, bravely moved to his side, grabbed his arm tugging him toward the party. He stood up and let her drag him towards the noise. "No, Brenda. I don't think so." "But why not?" she said as she passed the assistant's desk and winked at the typing woman. She moved circling the party to get to the elevators. "Why? Why do you date that empty-headed blonde woman?" "Because it annoys the shit out of the only man I ever wanted. Maybe he'll try to save me from her inane conversation. Plus, she is great in bed." Brenda froze as what she had glimpsed through an almost closed door registered. She took a step back and in front of Eben to see through the crack. He looked over her head into the office of his new head of the computer security section. The man had the office manager pinned against his desk with his lower body. His hands were underneath her skirt pushing it up so that he could caress her thighs. The woman had her head back exposing a wealth of skin at her neck for him to nibble, or lick, or suckle. He was taking full advantage and the occasional moan from her accentuated an especially pleasurable touch of his mouth. He was not what one expected from a computer geek, looking more like a beach-volleyball pro than anything else. Eben tried to move Brenda past the door, but she backed into him and planted herself in place. He reached around her to close the door. She put a death grip on the knob and fighting her would have gotten the couple's attention. The man inside was technically sound, but even better at getting and keeping the best computer security people. It was an irreplaceable talent that Eben needed, so he allowed the man his liberties, even at the office. The woman pulled herself on top of the desk. When the man pushed her skirt high enough, she wrapped a long leg around him, pinning him and the skirt. She used him as a living rubbing post. The man did not fight the motion but mirrored it. His hands pushed the skirt higher. They kissed frantically; the pressure had been building for some time. Eben knew they had an active flirtation that was the titter of office gossip, but no one knew if it had gone any farther. The pace they were using to drive themselves had all the impatience of new lovers desperately wanting the wonder of a first completion together. The office manager brought her hands around to grab him by the hair and used her grip to pull his head back so she could bite into the juncture of neck, shoulder, and shirt. The man reacted as she meant him to. He tried to shove her skirt out of the way, needing madly to be inside the core of her heat. Eben felt himself get hard from viewing the scene. He heard Brenda's breathing deepen and briefly struggled for control of the door. Brenda's grip had not softened and when the door squeaked, Eben stopped. The office manager had enough. She put her hands on the desk and lifted herself up. The man immediately grasped the elevated seriousness of the situation. He pushed her skirt past her hips and onto her waist; reversing the motion, he stripped her pantyhose down. She let herself down, and watched him continue slowly down the incredible length of her legs. Eben could hear her ragged breathing as the man's obvious enjoyment heightened hers. The head of the computer section kept the pantyhose moving downward slowly, enjoying the unwrapping and taking longer than necessary to regain control. Eben recognized the deliberateness of the motion; the man wanted this woman satisfied completely. Finally, he pushed her shoes off and took the pantyhose completely off her body. As he straightened, she held his eyes with her own. She reached out and pulled him between her legs. They shared a slow grinding kiss that promised an end to a lot of waiting. She pushed him away and started working the buttons of his dress shirt. The man had taken off his jacket and tie before Eben and Brenda started their voyeur's adventure. The woman ran her nails on his upper body taking the same slow pleasure that the man had while removing her pantyhose. The head of the computer section reached between them and did something out of the view of the watchers that propelled the office manager to the next step of anticipation. He continued to work furiously between her legs as she worked on his belt and slacks. His pants dropped suddenly, and her hands dove into silk boxers. He joined her on the next step of anticipation. She reached to his waist and lowered the boxers to gain free access. He reached down to take another one of those slow grinding kisses. They stopped for a second as she whispered something to him. He smiled beatifically and reached for an upside down coffee cup on his desk. He lifted the cup to expose a threesome of condoms. She stared at them for a second and dug a hand's worth of nails into his chest. He smiled down at her and extended himself far enough to place a bite between shoulder and neck. She reached over to the condom with one hand and tore it open with her teeth. Eben decided that was enough. He put his arms around Brenda, lifted, and pulled her back. Her grip on the door worked to close the door. She started kicking but stopped and dropped her head back onto his shoulder. He put her down slowly, stepping back quickly when she made a slow caressing motion with her hips into his. "But that was fun!" she complained sexily. "They deserve a little privacy," Eben said, purposefully misinterpreting what she meant. "Spoilsport!" she said pouting her lips and walking towards the elevators. He sighed and followed. She pressed the button and waited pensively. The elevator arrived and she stepped inside. She turned around and pressed a button. He stood outside the elevator watching her. As the doors were closing, her face broke into a smile. "By the way, I didn't take my Christmas present from your desk so you're going to have to bring it to me tomorrow." He watched the elevator doors close and stared at the numbers as they descended. He shook his head and turned to walk back to his office. He considered reprimanding his computer section head, but both sexbirds were valuable members of his team. A relationship, as long as it did not sour, would tie them to the company more firmly for a couple of years. He stopped at his assistant's desk. "Are the charity people still here, Ms. Cratch?" he asked. "Yes, sir. They're eating some of the party food." "Ask them to come in," he told her as he walked into his office. A couple of minutes later, a man and a woman walked into his office. The two took a moment to study the man behind the desk as he stared out into the darkness catching him in a rare moment of introspection. Eben turned the chair around and nodded for them to sit. The woman gave one meaningful look to her partner that said quite clearly that she would handle this. The man nodded; they came to talk to Eben twice a year. The very first meeting had been nearly disastrous, especially because Marle had been a part of it. It was only the fact that the woman had come to understand very quickly that for Marle Security Specialties charity was strictly a business transaction that had saved them from having their potentially largest contributor find another organization. The man thought to appeal to Eben and Marle's softer side; and when rebuked, he attempted an eloquent speech that did nothing more than try to shame his listeners into giving charitably for the 'right' reasons. Eben and Marle sat through the entire speech watching the man carefully. Afterwards Marle gave the man advice about how he should control the raising and lowering of pitch to manipulate an audience better. The man did not take that well, but took Eben's asking for the name of some other institution that would not need those 'right' reasons to accompany a healthy check even worse. The woman who had been the junior partner when the two came in immediately intercepted any possible reply. She started to discuss whether the company wanted the publicity from the charitable contributions to be aimed towards the owners or towards the company. The man was ignored for the rest of the meeting while Marle discussed with the woman exactly how he wanted things to be. By the end of that first meeting, they established that the focus of any media attention would be on Marle's Security Specialties, and that the woman would be the one to deal with them for the length of her relationship with the charity. The man came to the meetings as window dressing. The meeting went smoothly, and the pair walked out with a very generous payment for publicity rendered during the Christmas holidays. Eben remained in his office even after the party died down, and everyone except his assistant and he had gone home. Outside the windows, the clouds waited with even more menace. Ms. Cratch finally gave up trying to outlast her boss. She walked into the office with the paperwork he had wanted done for the day. He looked up from his work. She put the work down on his desk and stood back. He nodded. "Will you need me tomorrow, sir?" she asked trying to keep the hope that he would say no out of her eyes. He sighed to himself. He turned the chair and tried to cut through the darkness with a cold stare, but it ignored him. "No, Ms. Cratch. I'll get whatever I need done myself." She grimaced to his back as she realized that meant she would have not only the 26th's worth of work to get done, but also whatever he managed to produce on the 25th. "Thank you, sir," she said squeakily polite. He nodded in dismissal. He sat still staring out the window after she left. He was trying to find a way to avoid visiting Brenda the next day. He knew he would not be able to control his disapproval of her present lover. It was not that she was female; he cared too little about what the rest of the world thought for that to matter. It was the woman's petty maliciousness. Petty malice was a waste of effort by Eben's standards. He packed several things into his briefcase and walked past the janitorial staff on the way out of the building without acknowledging their existence. They, on the other hand, watched him carefully enough to be sure they were not in his way. It was bitterly cold outside and he made a quick decision on the way to his car. He drove to a small restaurant he frequented. None of the staff was surprised to see him. They sat him at his usual table, and the waiter took a quick order. Everyone at the restaurant knew only a select set of waiters were allowed to serve Eben. It did not have to do with any preference on his part, but he tipped well over what would be considered magnificently generous as long he was served efficiently with no problems beyond the normal human control. He held many of his business dinners in the restaurant and thought of tipping as buying future stock in good service. The owner of the restaurant let only people he trusted wait on Eben or work his business dinners. Eben asked the waiter for the restaurant's phone. It was not an uncommon request so the waiter rushed to get the phone. Eben dialed the number from memory. "Good afternoon?" a husky feminine voice. "Hello, is Asa available?" Eben asked as businesslike as any other transaction. "And who may I ask is speaking?" the voice asked. "Eben." "Asa is available, sir. At your domicile or elsewhere?" "The penthouse is fine." "The normal billing procedure?" "Yes." "A tip?" "The usual." "Thank you, sir." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, sir." Eben hung the phone up; the waiter was there to take it out of his way. Eben ate without tasting his food. He looked out into the night trying not to think about Brenda's teasing but unable to stop. He finished, paid, and walked out to his car. He drove home mechanically, still trying to avoid thinking of things in his life by not thinking of anything. Suddenly a luminescent shape floated out of the darkness and shattered on his windshield. He turned the wheel to the right trying to avoid it but ducked as it hit the windshield. "Jason!?" he exclaimed as he reacted to get his car back on the road. The apparition had seemed solid enough. It had glowed slightly as if the fog it was composed of had a bright light shining through it. He shook himself as he pondered what he had seen. He looked at the rearview mirror. The apparition had looked like his deceased partner, Jason Marle. It even had the condescending smirk that usually marred the aristocratic lines of Marle's face. Eben shook himself again. When he had to stop for a red light, he rubbed his eyes. "Next, I'll be seeing him on my door knocker," he whispered sarcastically. "Oh, wait! I don't have a door knocker," he said, laughing for a second. The light turned green, and he finished the drive home. He parked his car in building parking lot, walked inside, and took the elevator to his penthouse. It had been Marle's penthouse; but as with everything else, Eben inherited it. It was a large place that had plenty of space for decorating, but Eben kept it spartan. The only distinctiveness to it was the black and glass furniture against surgical white walls. Every room followed the same austere, modern coloring from the deep black bathtub to the glass-top table next by his bed. No splash of color scarred the entire living space. He removed his coat and put it in his bedroom closet. He took off his suit and walked into the master bath to take a quick shower. Afterwards, he put on a black bathrobe and mixed himself a drink in his living room. He stared out into what little he could see of the city as he waited. Few men and women in the city knew the number he dialed. Jason Marle introduced him to it saying simply that some things you were better off not fighting and that deflecting worked just as well. Discreteness was not a way life for the people that answered the number; it was life. At a nearly a couple of thousand dollars per visit between services rendered and the expected gratuity, they had to ensure non-disclosure along with complete satisfaction. After ensuring himself of their reputation, Eben made use of the number often. Keeping a mistress might have been less expensive but not by much, and Eben preferred the almost business feel to the relief of his needs. Brenda had teased him with the touch of her hips, but the real damage was done by the reminder of a long ago Christmas Eve. The spectacle of his computer section head and the office manager only added to the pressure. The doorbell rang. The building doorman was as discreet as the agency. He called ahead to warn Eben of Brenda's surprise visits but never bothered him past the initial explanation when Asa stopped by. It was, of course, a further sign of the amount of money Eben doled out for services efficiently rendered. He opened the door. The woman gave him a warm smile as he stepped aside for her to walk in. She removed her coat and dropped it on the couch. The movement spoke of understanding this man's need. She was Asian; Eben had never found out anything more specific about her nationality. She was short with curves proportional to her size. She was not beautiful, only slightly above pretty. Makeup only added a touch of false class so she never wore it especially with Eben. Most people would not have looked at her and thought she was paid so well for what she did, but most people could not afford to find out why she was. Asa was Eben's choice at the agency. Eben called the number two or three times a week on average and could only remember two instances of Asa not being available; both had resulted in unsatisfactory dealings. He turned around as she motioned for him to sit on one end of the couch. He smiled at her efficiency; with one look, she understood his need. He moved to the end of the couch, sat down, and leaned back against the corner. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and top. She hiked the mini-skirt out of her way and knelt between his legs long enough to undo the robe and spread it open. He was already semi-hard and the hardening to fullness when her hand encircled him told her everything she wanted to know about what was required. She moved away from him and lay down on her stomach. She impaled her mouth and throat on him in one smooth, much, practiced motion. He moved his hips up trying to drive deeper. She had him completely inside her, but moved her head back to give him room to thrust. She had been here at times when he wanted to take his time; she had been here at times when he wanted her to scream in the wild abandon of pleasure; and she had been here at times like this when he needed a vehicle for his release. She brought one hand up to caress his balls and ball sac. He was driving, and she allowed him to. He dropped his hips down to the couch, but she kept her head in place. Only when he did not immediately plunge upward into her mouth, did she move her head back to release him completely. She held him towards the top of his dick to allow her thumb to stroke the underside of his crown. She moved down to place small licks on his balls. He reacted, and she moved up to take him into her mouth. When she had him in place, she took her hand off him and gave him free reign. He immediately drove up into her mouth and dropped his hips again. This time as he held himself away from her, she used her tongue to bathe the head of his dick. She felt the bunching of effort and relaxed as he drove into her throat again. He pumped in and out several times before settling back down. She waited to ensure he had stopped, took him in an inch, ran her tongue hard against the bottom of his dick, took another inch, repeated the tongue action on the bottom of his penis, took him another inch, and caressed him hard with her tongue. She continued this until he was fully embedded inside the warm, wet confines of her mouth and throat again. She unwound herself from him, only to receive a thrust into her mouth from him as he surged. She waited patiently allowing him the freedom to thrust in and to the edge of her mouth and back in again. He started to press up and she moved onto her knees leaning forward. He got up but continued to guide her back with his dick still inside her mouth. She looked up at him, and he nodded for her to lay back. She released him and moved her legs around and lay back with her head propped by a corner cushion. He moved towards her until his dick was pointing at her mouth. She opened her mouth and received him. She got as comfortable as she could and reached up to rake nails as far up his torso as she could reach. Eben began a slow deliberate in-and-out pace that would carry him slowly over the edge. He wanted nothing more than to thrust viciously, but he let her get used to him being in charge of the pace. She used her nails on his stomach and ran them down as if driving the pressure toward his dick, guiding it to where it could find release into her mouth. He picked up the pace slowly; she moved her tongue on him as much as she could as he withdrew and accepted his thrusts into her mouth. She fondled his balls as his thrusts became more purposeful and let him use her mouth to relieve his need. He withdrew himself almost completely from of her mouth and with one final thrust growled as he buried himself in her throat. She accepted him that final time, and used a swallowing motion to work the sensitized head of his penis as he finished coming. He tried to move away, but she wrapped her arms around his thighs trapping him with no escape except forward into the depth of her mouth. He leaned over her, but she continued to overload the nerves on the crown of his dick. He fought her but it only added to the sensations, as she had to continuously adjust to keep him in place. She continued her licking, sucking, and rubbing until his nerve-endings shut down. She felt him relax above her and settled into gently caressing him with her mouth and tongue. She had been here before after one of his sister's teasing visits and though she did not know what caused the mood she knew what he needed from her. She pushed him gently onto his back and walked sexily into the downstairs bathroom. He heard the sink run and waited for her to come to him. She had gotten naked in the bathroom and moved towards him with purpose. She again lay on her stomach and took him in her mouth. It was a momentary caress only to warn his body. She kissed, licked and nibbled everywhere she knew on his body that would enjoin him to hardness again. It was not long before she could crawl up his body and sink herself onto him. It was a small orgasm that caused shivers through her body; an appetizer for what she knew would come when he was in this mood. The surge of wetness took Eben over the top. He stood up with his cock still buried in her and lay her down on the couch. She straightened a leg and rotated herself so that her ass was pointing towards him. He grabbed her butt cheeks and his fingers slipped on the lubrication she had coated herself with for later. It was more of what he needed so he pulled back and thrust hard into her. She squealed as she smiled thinking of how good the hot bath felt on her sore muscles after he was done with her on these kinds of nights. It would be the only afterplay she got, but it would a good cap to her pleasure. She squeezed him with her pussy and arched her ass to allow him more freedom to fuck into her. He felt the change in her attitude and position. He put one foot up on the couch, pulled back, and thrust into her with no thought to her pleasure. She grunted and pressed back against him to wedge him deeper inside her. He pulled back and thrust into her again. Asa's head went down to the couch, and she pushed back as another thrust penetrated as deeply as she wanted. He held at the deep end and used short thrusts to give her something more than a monetary reward for her body. She growled as she felt the action that always gave her the best orgasm. It was not long before her body exploded in pleasure as her nature took over her body. She took her legs off the couch and cornered it with her hips. It dropped her hips, but she knew it left her at a better angle for what he needed next. She did not even protest when he pulled out of her and moved his cockhead upwards until it was aligned with her anal opening. She did grunt when she felt him push himself into her. He was always hard enough to easily penetrate into her tight anus with sturdy pressure. She put her hands under her head and relaxed waiting for the pleasure that always came when Eben did this to her. He pushed himself into her with steady, constant pressure until his hips where touching her buttocks. She sighed and shook her ass to sink him deeper. He pulled back slowly and moved into her with the same steady pressure. It was a few strokes before she loosened enough to take him smoothly. Eben reached down and grabbed one of her asscheeks in each hand. He spread her ass gently and thrust into her hard. She reached around her to hold his hips as a small gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. It released him from the last chains of control he demanded of himself. Asa was enjoying him so there was no reason not to drive to the release. She was tighter than any woman he had ever touched except one. He dropped his head back as he remembered a snowy Christmas Eve that was the last time he had truly lost control of himself. He thought about what it felt like to thrust into a virgin's body as he thrust into Asa. He could not hold out long, and Asa squeezing him as her orgasm overwhelmed her was too much. He pulled back and thrust, releasing into her body. He leaned over her and put more of his weight on her ass as she milked him of the last vestiges of pleasure. Eben climbed off Asa and sat back on the other end of the couch. His breathing slowly evened out. He didn't move so she got up and walked to the bathroom again. She was holding a wet and a dry towel. He closed his eyes as she gently cleaned him off. Eye contact told her she could leave. She allowed him to assist in dressing her, and he walked her to the door. He closed the door behind her. If he had looked through his peephole, he would have been surprised to see that she turned and touched the door with a loving smile on her face. Asa was different from the other women at the end of the phone number he dialed. Marle had picked her for Eben carefully. She was always available because Eben was her only client. She even paid taxes on the checks the agency cut her. Considering how often he needed her body, she was, for all intents and purposes, Eben's mistress. Her eyes turned sad as she wondered how much longer it would last; she had only had two lovers before she turned to the agency. She knew she had been lucky that Marle chose her for Eben. She had been richly rewarded both in pleasure and monetarily. She turned from his door and walked proudly out of his building. On the other side of the door, Eben walked to his phone and dialed the number. "Hello," a different voice answered, not as husky as the previous one. "Eben." "Yes sir." "Everything was satisfactory." "We are happy to serve, sir." He hung up the phone knowing it would show up on his next charge card statement. He reached for his liquor glass and took a careful sip. "That was beautiful!" He turned around as the voice came to him from the door to his bedroom. He blinked. Blinked again. He looked at his liquor glass and at the door to his penthouse. He looked back at the man he refused to believe was standing at the entrance to his bedroom. "No, I'm serious Eben. That was truly beautiful. God, I wished I'd kept her for myself! Then again I had Amelia, and let me tell you, I had her enough to pay for that fancy agency Asa gets your money from." Eben nodded as Jason Marle, his very dead, partner walked towards him. Eben took a step back. Jason waved a hand at him, chiding him for that step. Jason sat down on one of the seats that matched the couch. He looked around the living room before he spoke again. "God, man! What's with the black and glass shit? Even I had enough make-believe class to go for antiques." Eben sat down heavily on the couch. He looked at his liquor glass again. He shook his head briskly and looked at Jason. Incredibly, enough the thought that Jacob had never looked better flashed through his mind. Jason was looking much better than when he died or any of the years that Eben knew him. He seemed vital again. Eben could not quite see through him, but he could make out the black of the couch through Jason. "Well, boy! Are you going to continue fucking your life up?" Jason asked in a frustrated but still friendly voice. "Fucking up? The business is doing much better than when you died." "Ah, to the hell with business! Well, not totally to hell... I mean it's a nice way to make money, no matter what anybody says." "And you certainly made a lot of it." "Yeah, but not much of anything else," Jason lamented. "What's wrong with that?" "Well, I'm fucking here talking to you," Jason replied. "That's not all too wonderful compared to the alternative." Eben raised an eyebrow slowly beginning to accept the whole thing as a hallucination. The Marle he knew would never have discarded the fake French accent. "You don't believe I'm really here, son?" Jason said suspiciously. "Not at all," Eben replied honestly. Jacob laughed, "Too bad, kid! Cause I am, and I got some shitty news." Eben leaned back waiting. "You're fucking your life up according to the powers that have. And I'm supposed to help you get a life," Jason said. "Get a life. I have a life," Eben replied heatedly. "No, Eben. You have an existence, just like I did," Jacob said, turning his head but not before Eben saw the wave of sadness that shadowed his eyes. "What's wrong with that? You did well enough. Look at you now. You look better than you ever did. You can't tell me that's too bad." Jason turned around, and his eyes burned with pain. "It's bad, Eben." Eben waited, not so sure it was all a dream again. "They let you look into the other side. They let you see everything that you could have had if you lived right: then they take it away, and let you go." "What's so bad about that? At least you're not on fire. If I have the 'who they are' part of this right." "Yeah, I'm not on fire. But now, I get to watch life pass me by as I did when I was flesh." "Pass you by?" "Yes, Eben! I get to watch people live. I get to want to be a part of their life. I get to remember every time I could have lived. I get to remember love, and I get to watch it. But I can't touch any of it, ever." "Hmm... I still don't see what's wrong with that." Jason sighed quietly and stared at the only person, other than Amelia, he had been close to. "We weren't evil, Eben. We just weren't good." "I give to charity!" Eben defended himself. "No, Eben. You buy good publicity. You don't actually give anything." "What's the difference?" Eben asked sarcastically. "Living and living like me," Jason answered. "You know, I'm not the only one that gets to do this." "I'm still not clear on what this is." Eben replied. Jacob shook his head, "This is being horny like a 14-year-old boy, being able to watch someone get what Asa just gave you and only having it build more. You can't complete anything on this side, Eben. You just get to feel it build. Sometimes it subsides, but it all comes rushing back the next time you walk in on someone having sex. It all builds and builds, until you go crazy. Then you go sane, and find out none of the pressure ever went away." Eben shuddered remembering what that had been like, being 14 and the mindless horniness that came with some physical maturity. "It's like that with everything. We can't ever escape that we didn't live life, Eben. They make us continue to live the exact same way, but they open up whatever that place in your soul that the people in your life should have been able to touch." Eben sat quietly listening. "You know we can do some weird shit on this side." Eben shook his head again. "Yeah, I walked up into the clouds one time and watched the sun that way. Kept walking. Never got tired, only bored, and then I came back. I think I could have walked to the sun. Imagine how long that would have taken." "You can't move faster?" "No. I can only move faster if I'm with someone moving faster than I can walk." "Why are you here, Jason?" Eben asked suddenly. "I told you. I have to help you get a life." "Why you?" "I don't know, beyond being the only one you know on this side that can still interact with you." Eben nodded. "I guess I have to give you a real warning about what's on this side." "You're not doing a very good job." "Can you see how much I hurt every now and then." "Yeah." "How do you remember me, Eben?" Eben froze. "Yes, Eben. It's that bad. Worse even." Jason lifted his right arm exposing his wrist, encircling it was a rusty bracelet. "It's the only thing I can feel physically. The weight of my life and how worthless it was to other people. Supposedly when it gets lighter my penance is being relieved bit by bit." "Has it gotten lighter?" A tear seemed to form and move down Jason's cheek as he replied, "I don't know. I can't remember how much it weighed. I don't even know if it's true, maybe it's not. Maybe it's a hope they dangle in front of you like everything else. You wait and wait, hoping for something that's never going to come." Eben looked away. "You have to change, son. They gave you this opportunity because there are people that will be here like this if you aren't what they need. The power that have are more than happy to punish you, but not if it means taking down everyone that needs you." "So how does one change? Give a little more to charity?" Eben smirked. Jason stared at him until Eben looked away again. "You'll be visited by three spirits." "You gotta be fucking kidding me! What is this? A remake of The Christmas Carol starring Eben? Does this have something to do with your name? I always thought Marle the way you said it should have been spelled Marley." Jason surged up from the chair. Eben stood up to face the challenge but Jason just watched him. "Three spirits, Eben. You know the deal: one at midnight, one at the stroke of two, and one at four. Change or live wanting to touch. Change or watch the people whom you hid your soul from live like this with you." Jason waved for Eben to follow. Eben shook his head, but his legs were moving. Jason walked to the window and opened it. He stepped up to the sill and stepped into air. As he did this, the window was hit with a wave of painful sound. It struck Eben full on, and he fell to his knees as the sound washed through him. It was a chorus of uncounted millions, crying incoherent sounds of inexpressible sorrow, self-accusation, lamentation, and regret. It was mindless! Millions of souls driven to insanity and beyond by viewing everything they could have had and denied themselves. Eben covered his ears and the sound lessened, but not because of his hands. The sound lessened of its own volition. He could still hear the loss, but it did not attack him. He looked up at Jason who was watching him. "Three spirits, Eben. Joke about it if you want, but each is a lesson about the path back. Learn each one well! You're not the only one you have to bring back from this." Jason screamed his own pain at Eben. The voices rose again assaulting Eben. His mind tried to rebel against the sound, but the emotions battered at the place where he hid his own. He covered his ears again, but they continued mercilessly driving every ounce of sorrow and pain into him, digging for the core of his soul. He blacked out as the chorus reached a natural crescendo as it touched the living wound on his soul. ------- Stave 2: The Boy that Was Eben woke up on the floor, an echo of pain floated through his brain. He sat up slowly, looking around. The window was open; the cold of the evening was taking advantage and entering the penthouse. He stood up carefully and walked the three steps to the window. "No fucking way," he whispered as he looked outside for something he refused to accept he might see. A heavy bell from somewhere in the night struck eleven times; he had never heard it before. He turned around to stare at his own clock. The thought that he would know the truth of his experience in an hour flashed through his mind. Struggling with his disbelief, he reached out to close the window. He thought, and thought and thought. He fought with his rational mind the echo of sorrow that danced in his soul. The more he thought the more the confusion built as the echo became more noticeable and the headache more pronounced. He sat down on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hands. He screamed inside himself hoping rage would drown out the sorrow. Rage won, shouting down the accusation in the chorus of voices. He lay back determined to win a thorough victory. He resolved to wait for whatever demons his mind cared to throw at him. He was sure none of it was real anyway. The alarm clock woke him up. He smiled relieved. He opened his eyes to a dark room. He slept with the shades open so his room so morning light should have been streaming inside. He looked at the alarm clock next his bed. 12:00 AM. He did not remember setting the alarm for that time. He got out of bed to check the rest of the penthouse but the door to his bedroom opened. His eyes snapped to see who could have opened it. Another demon had come. A child with chin length curly hair, above the height that said she should be a teenager but too underdeveloped to look like one, stood in the doorway. Her face shone with innocence, he was sure it was a girl. Her light brown hair seemed to glow as she looked at Eben. Her eyes were a cloudy blue that spoke of a sadness for the things that have come and gone. She stared at Eben before she stepped into his bedroom. "I expected a little more light," Eben said as he stepped away from the bed. The girl smiled which suffused her entire body with a soft light. "Like that?" she asked. Eben sat down on the bed, and shook his head. "I think I would prefer the non-nightlight version of the Ghost of Christmas Past," Eben said her. The child laughed as the light around her died. Eben stared at the girl for a second. She was dressed in tight red shorts with bright green trimmings, an escaped elf from Santa's workshop. Her lips drew his eyes. She was too young to be appealing; or she should have been. It was the age in her eyes that made it almost okay to like the sexy thickness of her lips. Her eyes spoke of age beyond age, or maybe it was experience beyond age. The girl smiled again as if she could read Eben's mind. "So you are the Spirit of Christmas past?" asked Eben. "None other," the Spirit answered. She made a leap across the room, over Eben's head, and onto the bed. The Spirit started a lively bed-bouncing episode. Eben got off the bed quickly and turned to face the Spirit. She laughed freely as she sat down hard on the bed and allowed the bounce in the mattress to spring her standing again. Eben watched her for a moment before speaking. "I forgot my next line," he said. "Long Past?" the girl giggled out. "Huh?" Eben said confused. "You're supposed to ask me if I'm the Spirit of Christmas Long Past, or is it the Long Spirit of Christmas Past." The Spirit bounced powerfully and jumped towards Eben. He reached out to catch her. She looked with those sad blue eyes into Eben's. She wriggled and Eben let her go. Eben watched as the Spirit walked around picking up different things in the bedroom and tossed them aside when she saw they were things only adults could be interested in. "So are you?" "Am I what?" the Spirit asked not looking at Eben but with mischief lacing her voice. "Are you the Spirit of Christmas Long Past, or is it the Long Spirit of Christmas Past?" The Spirit turned around, pulled her shorts from her waist, and looked inside. "Well, I'm a girl so definitely not the Long Spirit..." she replied. She reached into her shorts and looked for all things like she had stuck fingers inside herself. "Deep enough though." Eben broke into a second's worth of laughter; the child smiled peacefully. Eben stopped his laugh, and tried to look down at the girl. "Your Christmas past." Blue eyes turned sadder as she approached Eben. "What?" Eben asked. "I'm here to try to help you, Eben. Not everything that can help you, but a small part." "What part do you serve?" "Memory." Eben nodded trying to understand the cryptic remark. The girl jumped again but this time she crashed into Eben. He thought it would hurt but found himself flying slowly backwards onto the bed. His robe flew open as he landed with her on top of his thighs. He looked up to find her staring at his crotch with a raised eyebrow. "Yummy!" she said and scrambled down his legs so that her face was in his crotch. She licked him and his dick reacted by hardening even though Asa had done her best to drain him of potency. "Hey, you're just a little girl," Eben yelled reaching down to pull her away from his crotch. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair but a moan escaped him when she wrapped her too full lips around his dickhead. It felt like her lips looked; thick, wet, warm. Incredibly warm. She pulled him out of her mouth and smiled. She gestured and Eben's hands shot away from her hair as his arms extended outward from his sides. She stood up and pushed his thighs apart with her feet. He tried to fight the pressure but could not resist. His dick demanded he do what was necessary to get it between her wonderful lips again. She knelt between his legs and looked at him. She reached down to grab his dick. She stroked up and down as the sadness in her eyes turned to desire. "You know Eben," she said. She leaned down and licked around his crown before speaking again, "That pretty sister of yours would have happily done this when she looked as old as I do." She took him into her mouth deeply and stroked him with the love another would have if he had allowed it. He thrust upward and found that motion was allowed. She pulled up from his dick and smiled as she met his eyes. "She dreamed of it," she said sexily. "She practiced with everything she thought was your size. She caught a lot of peeks at you and her favorite was watching you masturbate." She took him completely down her throat and hummed a merry Christmas jingle. Eben thought that 'Jingle Bells' had always been one of his favorite. She pulled up again and kissed the tip of his dick. "She prayed that you would let her suck you like this," she whispered. "She knew she was too young for more, but to drink your cum was love to her." She took him in her mouth and stroked with her hands until he was at the edge. She pulled off him and took the side of his dick in her lips. She ran her lips up and down that side, and then moved to give the other side the same treatment. "Do you know how long she's been wanting you?" she asked before sucking just the tip. "She would have done it from the first time you felt physical desire. She's wanted you every day of her life and she would have made sure your balls never felt the pressure of need. Think about how frustrated you were all those teen years, and there was a cherub in the next room who dreamed of you using her to empty your balls into." She took him in her mouth and down her throat. She did not hum this time but instead her tongue did things only a Spirit could have. Her throat massaged the head of his penis drawing his seed to the surface. "Brenda!" Eben yelled imagining what it would have felt as teenager to have her drinking from his body. It was too much and he came like a teenager, all loss of control and a blinding attempt to empty his body inside her mouth. She drank him as if through her another little girl could have her dark desires fulfilled. The Spirit continued her gentle loving, but his body was too empty from the power of his orgasm to feel anything more than pleasure from her touch. Finally, the Spirit got up from the bed and walked to the open window. She reached a hand back to Eben. "Do we really have to do the whole flying-through-the-night thing? I'm not really all that into heights without parachutes," he said getting up and tying his robe. His knees felt weak but it felt as if the burden of a forbidden desire had been lifted from him by having lived even a shadow of it. The Spirit laughed, walked back to Eben and took him by the arm. Eben felt warmth and energy spread to his extremities as her hand touched him. "You are going to hold me up, right? No letting go, and then flying down to catch me. 'Cause that's definitely not a thing to do." "Brenda wasn't that type of child," she replied. The Spirit stepped up to and over the sill. Eben followed absentmindedly, trying to figure out what the Spirit meant by her last remark. They were soaring through the night air, which got Eben's attention. They flew into a low level cloud and when they came out of it everything below had changed. There were fewer lights and none had the harshness of city lights. They came down onto a porch. "I haven't been here in a while," Eben said quietly. The Spirit nodded. She pulled Eben toward the door, and passed with him through it. They should have entered into the front hallway, with the steps to upstairs directly in front of them. Instead, they entered the kitchen. "Mom!" Eben exclaimed as soon as he saw the couple standing in the kitchen of his old home. "They can't hear you Eben, or see you." Eben stared at the woman leaning against the sink. He turned to look at the man sitting down at the table looking up at the woman. "You never called her mom before," the Spirit said coming to stand by Eben. "Did you tell him?" the woman said walking to the oven. She opened the oven door and looked at a sheet of Christmas cookies. "Yes, I did," the man replied standing up and pacing around the kitchen. She closed the oven door slowly, straightened up, but kept her back to him. Eben smiled as he recognized her reaction to having to ask questions she did not want to. "What did he say?" The man sat down and looked at her back before he replied, "He asked if he would be moving out now." Her head dropped. She reached around behind her; her hand touched one of the kitchen chairs and she collapsed into it crying softly. The man shot to her side, and stroked her hair. "It's not us, babe. You know it's not us. His parents died a year ago. He doesn't understand. He's barely five years old." Eben turned toward the door to the living room. He knew it would be open; enough for a five year old face to watch the man and woman that had taken him in crying over his loss. He knelt down so he could look at the face. He remembered every emotion and watched them color his young face. The shock that these people cried over him when their own child was going to come into the world, the guilt of feeling for someone when he desperately missed his parents, the acceptance that his parents were not going to come back from death for him. Eben watched emotion fight emotion. The door closed. Eben knew the child would go to his room, and cry a last time for dead parents before burying them deep in his heart. "Come," the Spirit said to Eben taking his hands. "Wait!" Eben said staring at his foster mother. "No! Come!" the girl insisted dragging Eben to the door. They walked into a spacious living room. Eben knew they were in a different time of his past. Memories flooded him, threatening to overwhelm. "No!" he exclaimed angrily. He ripped his arm from the girl's grip. He turned to walk back into the kitchen but the door swung open and he was beaten. A teenage girl walked through the door carrying a small tray of cups smiling at someone in the room. Eben's heart skipped beats as he saw the excitement shining in her eyes. It was Brenda at sixteen. He turned to see himself at twenty-two sitting on the floor in front of the couch. The younger version of Eben was staring at the tree, unsuspecting what his foster sister planned for him. Brenda sat down next to the younger Eben putting the tray on the couch. She handed Eben a cup. The older Eben smiled as he remembered the first taste of alcohol in the eggnog. The younger Eben reacted as he remembered. "Bren, what the hell did you put in this stuff?" he asked, a hint of laughter was in his voice as he took another more careful sip. "I thought you needed to relax. I mean all studying and stuff," she whispered. The older Eben saw everything he should have noticed at the time; how she watched him drink carefully, how she only used her cup to warm her hands, how her breathing had nervous hitches in it, the shining in her eyes as her decision solidified the more and more the alcohol hit the younger Eben. The scene blurred and he knew that time had passed. He took a step back not wanting to relive what was coming but he felt a wall behind him. He turned to look but there was nothing behind him. He scanned the room and saw the Spirit sitting on the back of the couch avidly watching the two people on the floor. Eben looked down at himself and Brenda. She had taken off the sweater and was dressed in only jeans and a t-shirt. He remembered his own surprise when he noticed she was not wearing a bra. His hands itched as the old blast of pure lust hit him again. Brenda reached up and started running her hands along the younger Eben's face. Eben knew what the younger version was thinking. The alcohol had fuzzed the thinking process though. He had known what was happening but rationalized that it was just a sisterly touch, holding onto that thought until it was too late. She tickled him starting a wrestling match. He knew how much she did not like to be tickled so it was a fight to make her stop without retaliating. She ended up on top of him, their faces inches away. Too late. The first kiss was a tentative touch of lips, a suggestion, a hope they both held deeply. The second deepened the hope into prayer, as long built up pressure came out. Eben had wanted her; she had been his in a special way from the day of her birth. He had protected her, cared more for her than himself. He never loved her as a sister; what happened between them that Christmas Eve was what he had felt for her every day since her birth. Deep inside, he had always believed she was his, only and forever. The kiss deepened as tongues fought to say more than they could with words. The younger Eben's hands came around to caress her ass. The hands touched, cupped, and became more insistent as the clothing kept them away from skin. Eben pulled the t-shirt from her jeans and let his hands run along her lower back. She ground her hips into him. The older Eben saw what he had not wanted to see afterwards; he had not taken advantage of his sister. She wanted it as much as he had but more openly. He felt his knees buckle, his eyes frozen on the couple. She disconnected their lips long enough to take the t-shirt off. She was coming back down but was stopped as Eben brought his hands from her ass to hold her breasts. His thumbs lightly passed over nipples. She groaned at the initial contact, and her breathing deepened as he continued the passes. She gasped as Eben reached up to capture one nipple in his mouth and applied gentle suction. She grabbed his head lending him support, needing him to continue. He switched breasts and she gasped at the assault of sensation from a different place. Eben knew what was about to come; maybe it would have been better if he had been more careful. He shook his head; no nothing would have dimmed the guilt he had felt at betraying his foster... No! His parents! The younger Eben sat up holding Brenda in place and turned so she was on her back. He reached to her jeans undoing the belt and buttons of her jeans in frantic motions. Eben shuddered as he saw the loss of control the younger man was going through, but he also saw why he had been so successful. She was as frantic to remove her clothing. It was her who pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs. He helped but she led in her disrobing. The younger man hesitated when she lay naked beneath him. It was only the older Eben that saw the victory in her eyes. The younger man dove to the juncture of her thighs, as the older man remembered how badly he wanted to taste her. Victory fled from her eyes as pleasure flooded her body from her center. Eben was not being careful or giving, he was there to learn the flavor of her need but the results were the same. She had been waiting all of her life, dreaming of being naked beneath him. She gasped and reached down to run her fingers through his hair. The older Eben watched her face as lust continued to overpower the younger version of him. He remembered. "Eben!" she nearly screamed as she went over the climax of pleasure. Her toes flexed attempting to make themselves fists, her hands tried to get a grip on the carpet, her thigh muscles began to vibrate as she reached the apex of sensation. She bit her lips to stop from screaming but her eyes rolled back as she could not control the mindless chanting of her lover's name. She had just begun to come down again when the younger Eben knelt between her legs using his to keep them spread. He was taking off clothing as fast as he could. She had not completely drifted down when he was naked with a rampant erection pointing towards her. He reached down to grip her below one knee. He pushed her leg up and reached with his other hand to get a grip on his dick. He placed himself at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the hard warmth bumped her clitoris; it stopped her downward movement away from pleasure. She opened her eyes to look at him; her hands moved to grab his hips to pull him into her. It was unnecessary, a small adjustment had put his dickhead in a position to open her pussy lips with the tip. Her hands touched his hips but the forward movement into her had already begun. She dug her nails in as he moved inexorably forward. It was an unstoppable thrust to sink him completely inside her. Her cry of pain jolted both the younger and older Eben. The older came out of his trance as guilt assaulted his lust, but the younger man did not understand. His eyes looked lost as he looked down. He needed completion; of the act, of every fantasy he would not admit to, of love he did not have the words to speak of. The guilt was enough to buy her a small reprieve so her body could accept him. She did not need much; his need was something she always believed was hers to satisfy. She moved her legs higher as the pain and discomfort became secondary to what had always come first in her life, Eben. She dug her nails into his hips and began to slowly gyrate her hips, much sooner than the older Eben remembered. The younger version thought it was a small eternity where every part of his body wanted to pull out and thrust back in but he had to wait for her. The younger Eben pulled out slowly and thrust back inside. He had wanted it to last to give her pleasure beyond what any man ever could. She had different plans as her nails spurred him. He could have held against that but she helped by moving her hips the two inches that she could move them trying to ride him from beneath. Eben's head moved back as he pistoned both of them towards climax. There was plenty of volume as she screamed his name when she felt the thickening that came before his orgasm. He leaned down to kiss her, to take her screams inside him as he exploded inside of her. He ground his hips releasing into her body as her arms came around him to pull him tighter against her. The older Eben saw what his younger self missed. It was not his body that caused her shudders during her first orgasm with her life's penis inside of her. It was the thought that she was his, that it was Eben's cum wetting the walls of her pussy; her body had nothing to do with her orgasm. Her love caused it. The Spirit came to stand in front of the older Eben blocking his view. Eben stood up and let the Spirit take him by the hand. He refused to look back at the couple intertwined as sleep overcame them. The Spirit turned him toward the door. Eben felt them shift as they touched the door. He walked into the Christmas office party at his real first job. It had been a good experience. He met one of the firm's best clients Jason Marle but somehow did not think that would be what he was here to see. He saw her. Sylvia. Blonde hair streamed down her back as her blue eyes searched the people for the only face that she would recognize. He met her in their first year at law school. He had been purpose but she was passion. She defended every one of her beliefs with the full voice of her heart, which he could not match with cold logic. They started as friends but in time the memories of his Christmas Eve with Brenda hounded him into her open arms. He did not know if it had been because he wanted someone between Brenda and him or if he touched something in those few moments with his sister that said he could have the same with this beautiful woman. "We don't have to be here," he told the Christmas Spirit. "Yes, we do, Eben." "Fuck!" Eben said knowing what was coming. Sylvia finally found another young version of Eben in a corner talking to Jason. The two men were engrossed in conversation. The older Eben could not remember exactly what they spoke of; considering what resulted he should have. Sylvia walked towards them. The older Eben followed as if he could stop what was about to happen. He watched as she politely said hello to Jason but motioned for Eben to talk with her in the conference room. The older Eben was already moving in that direction. He was inside the room when the younger version of him slammed the door closed. "Sylvia, what are you doing? I needed to talk to that man." "Why? Is he going to fund your first grab at a million dollars?" she yelled at him. Both Ebens turned to look outside, but no one heard her. "Goddamnit, don't yell! You know I hate that." "So what? Am I supposed to accept that you don't have time for anything but work anymore? That you fucking treat me like a sex-stop on the way to your success." "You know it's not like that, Sylvia," he said losing some of his temper. "I know it's not like that, Eben. But that's how you make me feel." "If you know it's not like that, then what is this about?" The older Eben winced at the stupidity of that remark. Sylvia froze looking at him. The older Eben could see the pain in her eyes. The younger man refused to. "Why did you cancel our Christmas visit to your house?" she asked simply. The older Eben nodded, this had been the one thing she could not understand. Their breakup had been his fault, but the last straw was not something he could have ever avoided giving her. "I need to work on the 26th," the younger Eben said simply. The older man watched as Sylvia searched for an opening that was not there in the younger man's face. His face shutout all emotion; he stared back at her with eyes that said nothing. That gave nothing. "You know it's over, right?" she said as tears streamed out of her eyes. The face still gave her nothing. She nodded, squared her shoulders and walked out of the room proudly. The older Eben watched her smiling that she had not left defeated even though he knew, as he had known then, that she loved him. The lovers knew the relationship was collapsing; the younger Eben could not give enough. Neither the older or younger version blamed her for leaving. Eben admitted to himself that he had loved Sylvia, but somewhere deep inside of the younger man hid the belief that there was someone else meant for him. He had been cold to Sylvia but a part of him understood now that as much as he loved her, he would always loved Brenda more. His foster sister was someone he could not let go of. Breaking it off with Sylvia was a step towards claiming what had always been his. The younger Eben stared out the window for a few minutes. There was a knock on the door. Both Ebens turned to the door. Jason Marle stuck his head and smiled. "Woman problems, son?" The younger Eben smirked confirmation. "Well, here's as good a solution as I know," Jacob said lifting up a bottle of Jack Daniels. The younger Eben smiled and nodded, walking towards his future. "That's the end of my painful Christmas pasts. We can go home now." "No," the Spirit said. Eben nodded angrily, steeling himself for what was coming. The Spirit took his hand and walked him to the door. Eben felt himself shutting down inside. This part he did not need to remember, every part of it burned in his soul. They walked through the door, and onto the porch of his foster parents' home again. It was a couple of days after Sylvia left him, he had returned home to claim his sister. They waited; Eben saw the police cars in front of the house that he had not noticed at the time of the scene. He turned to look up the street as the taxicab made the turn. It stopped in front of the home. Eben stepped out of the cab, paid and started up to the door. He had not noticed the officers and none tried to stop him. The older Eben saw it in their eyes; they knew who he was but did not want to be the one that told him the bad news. The older version remembered that he had been thinking joining Marle's firm in the New Year. He rang the doorbell; he had keys but did not use them anymore out of respect for his parents. The door opened and a tall black policeman stood stared at him. Eben took a step back to look darkly at the uniformed cop. Brenda came to the door. "Eben!" she cried before jumping into his surprised arms. They had not touched since the Christmas Eve that consummated their lives. She sobbed uncontrollably. She was gasping words between sobs but both Ebens only heard the important ones. "Mom... Dad... dead!" The older Eben shut his eyes in pain, as Brenda fainted; the assault of emotions was too much for her. The younger Eben fell onto the porch; his eyes empty again. The child inside resurged as a remembered pain was echoed in his new life. "We leave, now!" Eben said to the Spirit. He turned to confront the girl child. There was no need to hear again about the home invasion that left his foster mother and father dead. There was no need to see the relief in his eyes and the litany of "Thank You, God!" that poured out of him because Brenda had not been home. He looked around wildly but was back inside his bedroom. He turned back to look at the younger Eben and Brenda, but all he could see was the other half of his bedroom. He looked around the room. Nothing. He reached up to wipe the tears that bled out of his eyes as the loss of his second mother and father came back. He betrayed them with his relief that Brenda had not been there. He had not mourned, as he should have, he only thought that Brenda had not died. He had punished himself for that betrayal. He buried his feelings for Brenda, denied every one of her advances. He did it because the day her parents died his first thought had been to thank God for not taking Brenda too. He turned and lay down on the bed. ------- Stave 3: Lost Women The light woke Eben up. It was pouring in from around the frame of his bedroom door. He thought about staying in bed for a second. "Eben!!! GET IN HERE!!" an exuberant male voice shouted from the other side of the door precluding any further thoughts of not heading in that direction. Eben stood up angrily, stomped to the door, and threw it open. The tableau nailed his feet to the ground. The light was coming from a massive Christmas tree with candles festooned on every branch. There was a bright torch beside a throne-like chair. Stacks of gifts spread out from the tree in an ocean of wrapping paper washing over every piece of his furniture. He looked at the chair to see a giant of a man sitting with three sprite-like women kneeling around him. They were attacking a horse-sized cock that looked monstrous even on man his size. The sprites were wrestling the massive dick from each other for an opportunity to lick it. One won out for a second and managed to get the head in her mouth. Eben moved unconsciously into the room to get a better view as she tried to impale her head on the hard cock. It should have been impossible but she managed to stretch her mouth open enough to happily suckle the head. Eben looked at the women again. They were perfectly formed albeit three foot-tall human females with curves proportional to their height. The size of the man made them look like children. The giant reached down to caress a well-developed breast. One of the women climbed onto him to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. The giant's hand moved down to cup her tight ass. It left two women at his dick; they decided to share their mammoth toy instead of fighting over it. One began a vigorous licking of the man's ball-sac as the other treated his penis to the same. They switched locations but the one at his ball-sac took a testicle completely into her mouth while the other did the same to the bulbous head of the man's dick. The third woman tired of kissing. She put one foot on the head of the women sucking the dick and pushed her off unceremoniously. She did the same to the other woman. She straddled the sitting man, reached between them to place the tip of the massive cock at her pussy lips. "Yeah... Right!" Eben said as he compared the size of the woman, and the man's cock. The woman's pussy was tiny and Eben was sure she would be split in twain if she insisted on her course of action. She was determined. She hyperventilated and pressed inexorably downward. Her pussy lips spread obscenely as she dropped her head back and gasped in a wild mixture of pain and pleasure. She held each millimeter she gained for a length of time before impaling her pussy another millimeter onto the man's dick. "HOLY SHIT!" Eben exclaimed as she accepted more and more of the man's penis inside herself. Each tiny bit gained heightened her pleasure. She finally hit bottom with less than half of the man's penis inside her and orgasmed more powerfully than any woman Eben had ever seen. Her body trembled uncontrollably as the man reached to hold her weight up so she would not collapse; if she did her weight would drive him farther in than she could possibly take. She regained control and began a slow trip up at the apex of which she hesitated before fucking him back inside of her. The pace that her pussy allowed her to move increased with the wetness caused by her orgasm but it would have driven a normal man crazy in its slowness. The giant seemed unconcerned; pleasured by it, but nowhere near being driven insane by her slow travel up and down the most sensitive part of his dick. The action had a noticeable effect on Eben and the other two women. One stood up and moved determinedly toward Eben. He backed up trying to escape her intent but hit solid wall behind him. The third woman climbed the throne and dropped her pussy onto the man's bearded face. The woman tackled Eben low, dropping him alongside the wall. She sat on his thighs and loosened the robe around his waist. She smiled gleefully at the erect penis. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. She looked him in the eyes, and crawled into position. She moved to where her pussy was just beyond the head of his penis. She dropped her hips onto his stomach and slid backward. The angle was wrong for penetration, but she was obviously driven. She moved down until his penis stood up against her pussy. She took a playful bite at his nipples looking up at him. She smiled sex. She moved towards him, his dick sliding lower and lower. She gasped as the alignment became perfect for her intent. She hitched her hips to capture the tip of his dick inside her pussy lips. She smiled sex at him again as he pushed up with his hips attempting to lodge the head of his penis inside her. Eben was nowhere near the size of the horse-cocked giant but he was not lacking in that department either. The woman was tiny though and Eben barely managed any headway. She stopped smiling as her body frustrated the couple's efforts to join. She snuck a hand between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around the top of Eben's dick and pushed down on him. The word tight did not begin to describe the sensation of a three-foot woman who did not weigh sixty pounds wrapping her pussy around Eben's dick. Like the one with the giant, this woman felt great pleasure as she slowly worked her pussy down Eben's cock. Eben was not small and when he felt himself bottom out in the woman there were still a couple of inches outside of her. She sat up and Eben brought his hands to her ass to hold her up. She rotated her hips in a grinding motion that rubbed the head of his dick on the walls of the deepest part of her body. She leaned forward to increase the amount of contact between her clit and him. She began to grind again. Eben lifted his hips and dropped them fast. Her weight drove her forcefully onto his cock. She grunted as the sudden drop lifted her higher on the trip to orgasm. The position left Eben with a great deal of sexual control since her grinding stimulated him but did not force his climb to orgasm. He had not counted on her need for more stimulation when her orgasm hit. As pleasure took over her body, her pussy flexed uncontrollably around Eben's intruder. She wanted to stay in the middle of orgasm, wanted that one step higher in pleasure. She did everything she could to reach it. She moved up and down his penis while squeezing as tight she could. He grabbed her hips trying to stop her but the extra girth his dick gained as he approached his orgasm drove her that half-step higher but still she needed more. She pumped harder, until he joined her motion with the force of his own. He came and she reached that next level at the same time. "Fuck!" he shouted as he felt a wave of dizziness hit him as she screamed out her powerful release. She continued to stimulate his dick while smaller waves of pleasure crashed into her. Finally as Eben thought he might have to forcibly remove her from his dick to survive, she collapsed on his chest breathing heavily. He looked up at the ceiling trying to regain control of his own breathing. He did not know how long the whole thing lasted. "How you doing there, Eben?" the giant asked as he came to stand at Eben's head. He had put on a Christmas-green robe with fur trimming. "Oh, it's pretty good," Eben answered trying to get out from underneath the woman. The man knelt down and spanked her buttocks firmly. She snapped up and looked at the giant with playful anger seemingly prepared for another go-around. The giant laughed heartily as he shared a distracting kiss with her. Eben stood up and tied his robe shut. The giant stood up. "Thanks, Eben. I can handle one, maybe two of them, but not three. I ain't got THAT much dick." The giant laughed at his own joke for a full minute. Eben nodded his head, pretty sure one of these three women was more than he could handle. Eben stuck his hand out to be shaken. "The Spirit of Christmas Present?" he asked. The giant wrapped his massive hand around Eben's, "Yep, that's me. Got a present for me?" The giant nearly collapsed in laughter again. Eben could not help smiling. The man had life and the joy of it pouring out of him infectiously. "Well, I guess you know the story, right? The 'shithead that wasted his life, woeth with me' ghost, past, present, and then hoodoo-voodoo future." Eben nodded. "Well, come on, let's go. I'm the nice one." He moved towards the window but stopped to speak again. "I'm not heart wrenching the way the others try to be. Overdramatic twits if you ask me. Me and my sprites, we'd turn a man around in no time flat." Eben thought about the people he knew. "There's no Tiny Tim in my life so how are you going to get the whole sympathy thing going?" he asked. "Child, there's a Tiny Tim in everyone's life. They just don't pay enough attention, like you haven't," the Spirit replied seriously. The Spirit stuck his arm toward Eben. "Grab my robe, and we can get this show on the road." Eben shrugged and grabbed the robe. At his contact the room flowed and solidified into a living room he had never been in. "Wooh!" the giant exclaimed happily. "Now that's better than that window flapping crap the Past Spirit does, right?" "Roberta?" Eben asked the Spirit as he noticed his assistant, Roberta Cratch, decorating a Christmas tree alongside a teenage boy and a younger girl. There was an older woman that resembled Roberta sitting on a loveseat near the tree pointing out uncovered spots. "Tiff, why don't you come help us," Roberta said towards Eben and the Spirit. Eben turned around to see a girl almost out of her teens looking out the window. "Tiny Tim?" he asked the Spirit without turning away from the girl. "Yes, Eben." Eben walked to get a better look at the girl. She was beautiful in the same way her mother was attractive; raven hair, jade green eyes. Her features declared that in her maturity she would be her mother's twin. Eben knew that Roberta was only thirty-six so she must have given birth to the girl in her teens. "What's wrong with her?" he asked the Spirit continuing to admire her. Eben had always found Roberta attractive but believed their work relationship was too comfortable to put pressure on. The girl stared out to the road. He moved so he could look into her eyes; the only spark of life was deep inside her. He was sure it dimmed every day. "It was a mugging that went wrong," the Spirit said. "What?" "The mugger wasn't happy with the amount of money he scored. He thought fun with Tiffany would be a good consolation prize. Her father would have none of it and struggled for the gun. The shot drew enough people to save Tiffany but her father died. She held him as the life poured out of him; she was looking into his eyes." Eben looked at Tiffany. The darkness that was dimming the light was self-recrimination. No matter how many people told her that her father would have done the same for any of his children, Tiffany would not listen. He gave his life to prevent that type of horror from touching his baby girl but she could never understand that he would not have had it any other way. Eben watched as Roberta walked over to the young woman. She sat next to her and stroked her hair. "Honey, Peter and Michelle would really love for you to help decorate the tree. Why don't you come and join them?" Tiffany turned to look at the two children still decorating the tree. Eben saw the flash of need in her eyes before loss overwhelmed it and she shook her head. Roberta nodded sadly. "Maybe later, baby?" she asked. It was obvious to Eben she was trying to keep desperation out of her voice. She lost a husband and was slowly losing a daughter. Roberta got up and walked to a door to the left; opening it she stepped out of the room. Eben and the older woman followed Roberta. She was sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs with tears threatening to escape. The older woman sat next to her. "Baby, I know you don't want to, but we might have to. It's beginning to affect the other children. Peter has been in two fights over Tiffany this year." "I know, mother, but I don't want to hospitalize her. She ought to be starting college and not being institutionalized." "We don't have a choice. She's going deeper into her depression, and we can't stop her. Right now was the biggest reaction I've seen from her in the last couple of months." "But if we leave her, she won't have any reason to stop herself from going down that path." The older woman nodded and sat back. It was obvious to Eben this was an argument they had gone over more than a few times. It was tougher on both women because a part of them agreed with each other's arguments. "So have you asked that Scrooge of a boss for a raise?" the older woman asked with a wicked smile on her face. The change in subject surprised Eben but he got the idea that Roberta's mother was trying to distract her daughter. "Mother!" Roberta said angrily. "He pays me more than enough. Eben Razz pays all of his people very well." "Bah. You're not just his assistant, dammit. By now, you can run that place on your own." "It really helped in my management classes." "Bah, again." "Come on, mom. He's a machine when it comes to business. I had more experience than anyone in my classes. He just about wrote all of my case studies while I was in school, all I had to do was watch him." "Still for everything he has you doing, you should get more money and one of those fancy titles." "Mother," Roberta said in a tone voice that Eben recognized as the one he used when a decision had been made and someone was still arguing. "You know he pays me enough to take care of us and more." "But you have that fancy paper. You could get better." "Better for my ego, but not for my family. Maybe someday I'll tell him about my 'fancy piece of paper' and see if he gives me a different position, but only after the kids are taken care of, mom." "But..." the old woman began "Mother!" Roberta said angrily. "I get paid much more than the entry-level management. We cannot afford the pay cut. Michael's insurance paid off the house and will handle most of the kids' college education. As long as my family needs this check, I will not rock Eben's boat." The older woman nodded. Roberta looked around the room for a minute. "Can you take care of the kids for a bit? I need to lie down." The older woman nodded again and walked into the living room. Roberta waited a few minutes and then walked into the living room also. "Come on," the Spirit told Eben. "What?" "Come on!" the Spirit repeated anxiously following Roberta through the living room, up the steps and into her bedroom. "What are we doing?" Eben asked as he trailed behind them. "You need to see this," the Spirit replied. "So do I." Roberta closed the door, but the Spirit and Eben walked through it. She sat down on the bed for a few minutes staring at the wall across from her bed. "What am I supposed to see?" "She's got a lot of nervous energy built up," the Spirit said. "The kids are about to drop but her energy is different. She's stressed and hasn't been with a man since her husband's death." "This is about to get perverted," Eben said quietly. "No, Eben. It's about to get human." The Spirit shook his head at Eben before continuing, "Some people have needed you for years. This is one of them." "You want me to sleep with her!?!" Eben exclaimed surprised. "Yes. No. That's up to both of you, but she needed a friend. You could have been a lot to each other if you had let her. Maybe not for sex but you could have been there for her." "Fuck!" Eben said realizing that Roberta had worked years for him and he had not learned about her 'fancy piece of paper'. He had sent his condolences to her husband's funeral and let her take as much time off as she needed but never offered her a kind word about her tragedy. She stood up and walked over to the mirror and started to strip. "Shit!" Eben said as his eyes became glued to her. He walked over to get a better view, forgetting that he had argued against being in the room. She took off her clothes and admired her body. Eben did a lot of admiring of his own. Her body was mature and womanly. The slight sag in her breasts made them seem fuller, her wide hips looked like a comfortable resting place. The stress of her life kept her thin but could not hide the gentleness of her curves. She made a decision as she cupped her breasts. She moved to her bed and lay down. "She's not going to!" Eben said as he followed. He felt himself get hard. The Spirits must have been doing something to him because he had already cum four times in the span of several hours. Roberta spread her legs a comfortable amount but did not begin at their juncture. Eben studied her idea of good sexual action just in case he needed the information later. She ran small circles around her nipples, not quite coming into contact with their tips. Eben felt a shiver run down his spine from the base of his neck. She ran fingertips along her stomach, and down her legs as far as she could reach. She played with her pubic hair. "Man, she's needed a man for a long time," the Spirit said clinically as he came to stand by Eben. "This was a mistake," Eben whispered mesmerized by Roberta as she reached between her legs after one long sweep of her hands through all the skin she could touch. "What was a mistake?" the Spirit said smiling. "Me and her not. Huge mistake," Eben admitted as Roberta made contact with her clitoris with the pad of one finger. Her hips' reaction to the contact was paralleled by a pulsing in Eben's penis. The contact also ended Roberta's playfulness. The self-foreplay barely lasted a couple of minutes. Eben figured Roberta was the get-right to the fucking type of woman. She rubbed her clit in small circles, every now and then changing the direction her fingers moved in. "She knows what she wants, doesn't she?" Eben whispered. "You hired her for that very reason, didn't you? You pay her well for that 'efficiency'." The pressure must have been immense because after only a few minutes Robert's hand motions became a straight up and down movement rubbing her clit as her hips came off the bed to grind at her hand. Eben's dick got even harder. Roberta grabbed a pillow and bit into it to stop from yelling as the wave of orgasmic pleasure broke on her body. She kept rubbing through it trying to maintain it. Eben felt his hands itch with the need to keep her on the orgasmic high. Finally, her hips dropped onto the bed and she let the pillow go. She slowly drifted into sleep. Eben approached her and knelt on the bed. He put his mouth above her bellybutton and tried to put his lips on her skin. She shivered in her sleep but did not waken. He moved his face downwards and took a deep breath above her pubic hair. She smelled like sweet musk. "Dammit!" Eben said looking at the Spirit. "Hey, you're the idiot. I would have been waiting at her door after the mourning period. You could've been in her bed the last two years instead of paying for it. This woman would have treated you right, not that Asa doesn't, mind you." Eben nodded accepting the truth of it as he looked down at Roberta. He smiled as she hugged the pillow tighter. The Spirit dragged Eben to the door. "Come on, it's time for our next visit." "Brenda?" Eben asked looking back at the peaceful shape of Roberta. "Not quite yet," The Spirit said. "Grab my robe!" Eben did as commanded and again found himself in a room he did not recognize. He recognized the woman sitting in front of the fireplace though. Asa had a glass of wine in her hand and tears in her eyes as she stared into the fire. "Uh, excuse me but she's a paid escort," Eben said looking at the Spirit wondering why they were there. "Uh, excuse me, she's only YOUR paid escort," the Spirit replied. The giant stretched out his arm and ran the sleeve over Eben's head. Eben was swarmed under Asa's need for more with him and her sad acceptance that his whore was all she would ever be. Eben could feel her emotions and her voice invaded his mind. Eben stood under the onslaught. He held back the emotion pressure and looked for what it was that made the Spirit bring him here. He turned to the giant angrily when he absorbed all the knowledge he needed. "How the fuck was I supposed to know Marle did this?" he asked gesturing at Asa. "You did not have to know what Marle did," the Spirit said looking at Asa sadly. "We expect you to see the people around you, Eben. You used her like a whore even though a part of you KNEW she was only yours. You can hide behind whatever you want to but you did the same to Sylvia. If you had ever asked Asa, she would have told you the truth." The Spirit moved beside Asa. He kissed her forehead and for a moment she looked up at him as if she could see him. She smiled and Eben recognized it from when Sylvia had walked away. Lost. Knowing what they needed but not able to get Eben to give it to them. "You have been a sore disappointment in the life of your women, my friend," the Spirit said putting his arm up for Eben to grab the robe. Eben looked away as he touched the cloth. He felt the transition and this time Eben recognized Brenda's living room. Her house was large enough for a woman or even ten. Eben was generous in making sure she had everything she wanted. Except him, he admitted finally. There was an intimate party going on. He did not recognize most of the people though. He did see Brenda's two best friends and her most recent fling. They were all sitting around the sofa talking. "So Brenda," one of the males Eben did not recognize asked, "you ever going to give one of us guys a chance with you?" Brenda's best friends laughed. It was obviously a joke as the man had his arm around another man. The other man acted jealous for a second but smiled. Brenda's fling did not react well to the joke. The malicious look in the questioner's eyes said he had asked the question in an attempt to score of the blonde dip's head. Obviously, Eben was not the only one present that did not like the blonde. It would have been fine if she had just been unintelligent but she carried a grudge against the rest of the world. Eben did not understand how Brenda got along with her, never mind have sex with her. Brenda smiled and nodded her head at the questioner. She did not look angry at the question or that it was meant to needle her lover. Eben saw his coldness in her eyes. He blinked in surprise and looked at the Spirit. "You helped raise her, Eben. A lot of you rubbed into her, not as much as she wanted to, though." The Spirit looked at Eben and laughed at his expense. "She finds the blonde attractive but understands her cruelty. It won't last the night, not a good idea to test Brenda on the anniversary of her best memories and her worst," the Spirit finished. "I already gave my heart away, Sean. You know that. I have to be absolutely sure he's not a factor before I try another... man." Everyone in the room laughed. "Why do you pine over him? He's your brother. That's disgusting!" the blonde spit out. Several people turned toward Brenda with fascination in their eyes. "He's not my brother." "What is he, then?" one of the other men asked as people got closer. "His mom and my dad were very close in college. I don't think they were lovers so much as the best of friends. Eben's parents died in a car accident so my dad and mom took him in. It was an agreement between the families. Social services tried to get involved because Eben had other family but my dad won the custody suit. Eben was five when his parents died, later that year I was born. He was never adopted so my mom and dad were only his legal guardians." "They didn't want to adopt him?" one of the women asked disapprovingly. "They asked him A LOT, but you haven't met Eben, Melissa. I know what you like in a man so you'll be impressed if you do and then realize he was the same way as a boy. He's probably nicer now or at least more civilized. He always said no to my mom and dad. They respected how he chose to honor his parents." She looked at her lover with anger in her eyes, "So he's not my brother, by blood or legally." "You were raised with him," the blonde retorted. Brenda laughed. "No, he helped raise me, but we weren't raised together. I guess the death of his parents matured him quickly. I know that when mom and dad died it had that effect on me. " "That doesn't say why he's the ONE," Melissa asked. "You have a big brother, right Mel?" Melissa nodded. "When I was six years old, I followed Eben around like I was attached to him by a leash. He never said anything about it. If his friends wouldn't play with him because Eben didn't want me left out, he walked away and played with just me." "Oh Shit! She's gone," Michael's male friend said. "She's been in love with him since she could remember if he was like that." "He won't do anything with you?" Melissa asked. "No, damn him!" Brenda said angrily. "You're not still a..." Michael asked. "Nope," Brenda said blushing. "But wait, you won't let another man touch you, and Eben won't have anything to do with you. Did you fuck some random guy on a drunk night?" Melissa asked curiously. "I said he wouldn't have anything to do with me. I didn't say it was always like that," Brenda said triumphantly. "YOU DID NOT!!!" Melissa said as her eyes widened. Brenda's lover sniffed, stood up and stomped to the kitchen. "Damn right, I did! Seduced him this beautiful white Christmas Eve." "On Christmas?! Now, that's a Christmas gift," Michael said. "Shut up, Michael! So what happened afterwards?" Melissa asked. "I don't know. I fell asleep in his arms but when I woke up he was gone. He went back to school and I didn't see him again until next Christmas. My parents knew something had happened between us but they did not push either of us. I tried to talk to him but he always cut me off as soon as I started talking about us. My parents were murdered a couple of years later and I needed him too much to ask for more," Brenda said as she looked off into space. "And now?" Melissa asked. "I'm trying to get through to him. Every now and then I can see I'm almost there but then I lose him," she said sadly. Melissa walked over to sit next to her; she took Brenda's hand in her own. Both women smiled at each other leaving all the rest of the people in the room out of their communion. "Come on, Eben. It's time to go," the Spirit whispered. Eben nodded as he turned from the two women. He looked at the Spirit and thought about for a moment. "Are we done?" he asked. "Unless you can think of something else," the Spirit said looking at Eben curiously. "Sylvia?" Eben asked quietly. The Spirit shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He extended the edge of his robe for Eben to grab. Eben did so almost reluctantly though he had asked for this. The room blurred for a moment and they were in a child's bedroom. Eben looked around confused. There was a sleeping girl on the bed. "This isn't what I..." he started to say but the door to the bedroom opened and in walked a mature Sylvia. She was everything he remembered; the long blonde hair, the eyes, and elegant beauty. She walked over to look at the little girl. She leaned down and moved the covers to make sure her daughter stayed warm through the night. She smiled down at the child as she caressed an innocent cheek. A man walked into the room. Sylvia looked up to smile at him. The child on the bed resembled the man more than Sylvia, but had her mother's cheekbones. The man hugged Sylvia from behind as she straightened away from the bed. "Merry Christmas, baby," he whispered kissing her hair. Sylvia leaned back against him in a practiced motion that had the touch of a heart at peace while in its love's arms. Eben nodded and turned to the Spirit. "We can leave now," he said. The Spirit extended his robe. The room blurred and Eben was alone in his bedroom. ------- Stave 4: Lives That Never Were Author's Warning: This chapter contains the rape scene expressed by the category listing. Eben did not bother to look around his bedroom. He walked into the livingroom prepared and prepared himself a stiff drink. He had read the story as a child; he knew what the next Spirit was coming to do. He accepted some things in his life had to change but others were non-negotiable. He would change but fuck anyone who thought he would live someone else's idea of a good life. He sat in a chair and nursed his drink while waiting for the clock he had never heard before this Christmas Eve strike four. The bell rang the first of four times. He felt the door to his bedroom open. He turned to confront the dark Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come. She was not dark. Eben took a step back as her beauty struck him. She glowed. She was albino; long white hair, white eyebrows, white eyelashes, and pink eyes. She was so beautiful it took him a minute to realize she was naked. He finally noticed and backed up to the wall behind him. If her face was unearthly, her body was divine. Proportional breasts that could easily make men think they were fake and make women pray the same. Her hips had the right dip and spread for her height. Her legs should not have been that long but even when he shook his head to clear his mind their length remained the same. Her pubic hair was the same colorless white of her long locks. Her beauty was so ungodly that the piercings through all her available extremities took nothing away from her. Even the open dark wounds that slashed in random places on her torso reduced none of her affect on him. He looked at all of her for a moment. Her hair blew behind her in a wind he could not feel. He had been expecting a dark spirit but this woman was nothing like he imagined until he looked into her eyes. She was worse! The perfection of her form was rivaled by the emptiness in her eyes. He saw nothing but not the nothing of death. The eyes moved, the pupils dilated, they stared at him, alive but utterly empty of anything remotely like emotion. They saw him but were not moved by his existence. He turned from her eyes wishing that Scrooge's robed Spirit had come instead. The woman stood aside from his bedroom door and pointed to it. Eben took a deep breath to strengthen his resolve and nodded. He avoided touching as her passed her sure it would burn like ice. He walked into what he thought would be his bedroom but instead ended up in Asa's livingroom. She was on the phone. Eben moved towards her and suddenly he could hear the voice on the other end of the line. "Come on, Asa," the other voice pleaded. "This is a great guy with plenty of money to spend." "Joanne, you know I only have one client," Asa said but Eben heard the uncertainty in her voice. He growled as anger flared inside him. He had not heard that noise escape his body since the first boy asked Brenda out. He knew it was unreasonable but knowing Asa was only his, he wanted it to stay that way. "Honey, you need to stop pining over this client of yours," the voice said with cynicism. "Clients never notice their hookers." The last word was said maliciously with full knowledge of the affect it would have. The emotion on Asa's face drained as the woman on the other end slapped her with what she pretended she was not. Eben's hands fisted; he wanted to reach through the phone and choke the other woman. "What if Eben calls for me tonight?" Asa said trying to marshal a defense. "Asa, we'll send someone else," the voice assured her. "I mean it's not like a trick cares if he fucks a different whore, right?" Asa stood straight up and looked ready to slam the phone down. "Listen baby," the voice said dripping of sweetness and world knowledge. "This new guy is young; he's got money to blow. Eben's not going to be there forever so you have to think about yourself." Eben watched the words slam into Asa. He saw it in her eyes; she accepted the words into herself. It was the mention of Eben being gone that bored into her heart. "Set it up," Asa said defeated. "All right," the voice said in triumph. "I'm telling you baby, you will not regret this." "Joanne," Asa whispered into the phone. "Yeah, babes?" the voice said distracted. "Don't tell me if Eben calls," Asa whispered. She hung up the phone gently and looked for a couple of minutes like she would call back to say she changed her mind. Finally, she walked backwards and collapsed on the sofa. She did not sob but tears streamed freely down her face. The Spirit stepped between Eben and Asa. She pointed to the door. Eben walked with angry steps through it. He looked around at the antiseptic medical institution walls. He noticed the bed and its occupant. He moved to it and saw Tiffany restrained to the bed. He did not have time for his emotions to turn from the anger he felt in Asa's room to the anger he would feel at seeing Tiffany strapped down before the door opened. The orderly took one look around the hallway to make sure he was alone before walking into the room. He closed the door behind him and draped a towel over the opening that would have allowed someone to look in. Eben's eyes blazed with an anger equal to the Ghost's emptiness when the orderly started taking off his clothes. The orderly stripped quickly never taking his eyes off Tiffany. There was a touch of drool on the side of his lips. Eben looked at Tiffany but the girl was asleep. He could see the dry trail of tears on her face. The orderly moved to the bed and quietly moved Tiffany around so that he could take off her hospital bottoms. Tiffany moved restlessly while he did it. It must have been the cool air of the room on naked flesh that woke her. The orderly knew the moment it happened and pushed her legs apart to get between them. Tiffany screamed and struggled beneath him. "Scream all you want bitch! No one's going to hear you. I love it when you fucking cunts squeal!" the orderly said harshly. The excitement in his voice was disgusting. Tiffany struggled harder but her arms were restrained to the bed leaving her no way to defend herself. The orderly reached down to grab her legs and pushed them up her body until he could place them on his shoulders. He reached between his legs. Tiffany screamed mindlessly and tried to shake him off but there was nothing she could do to prevent his first thrust into her. The orderly grunted as her body's dryness stopped him but pulled back and pushed more of himself inside her. "NO!" Tiffany screamed as the pain found her voice for the first time since her father's death. The orderly forced his dick completely inside the girl's unwilling body. He settled his weight over her and seemed to be enjoying her struggles to escape impalement. He wanted more so he grabbed her legs from his shoulders and pushed them down to open her. It spread Tiffany uncomfortably and gave Eben a perfect view of their joining. There was virgin's blood on the man and Tiffany. "Daddy!" Tiffany screamed as rapist forced her into position. "Yeah, bitch!" the orderly whispered harshly, a contrast to Tiffany's screams. "I'm your fucking daddy now! I'm going to be your fucking daddy every night from now on." The orderly pulled back and rammed himself inside Tiffany. Eben sat on the floor what seemed like a forever later. The orderly had finished quickly; the cleanup had taken longer. He had smiled as he undid Tiffany's restraints. He whispered to her that nobody told him to put her in them when he got on shift. No one thought Tiffany was a danger but the orderly liked to have his sluts strapped down. He left the room and gave Tiffany a smile that said he would be back the next night to swallow more of her pain. Eben watched as Tiffany crawled into the bathroom to vomit. She barely made it to the toilet. "Mommy..." he heard Tiffany sob quietly but no one answered her. He closed his eyes. Her movements around the room made him open them. She was on her knees staring at the moon clearly visible through the window. She was facing him so he could look into her eyes. They were empty but where once there had been light now there was purpose. He made himself watch. He made himself watch until the last of her life fled her eyes as she hanged herself with the bedsheets. It had been an unstoppable purpose in her eyes, and he wanted the purpose in his own to match it. He stood before her lifeless body and made vows to her. It would not happen. The vengeance of every woman, Eben was sure Tiffany was not his first, the orderly had ever touched was going to rain down on the fucker's head. Eben stared at Tiffany, burning the image of her death into his soul. Righteous anger, fury or whatever it was that would make him kill the man with his own hands if need be filled him. He would not allow this to happen. He turned around and the Ghost pointed to the door that was now open. Eben walked through it and into Roberta's kitchen. The man was large and arguing loudly with Roberta. Eben walked around them and disliked what he saw. He knew the look in his assistant's eyes. Like not touching Brenda, this was the penance Roberta chose for failing to save her oldest child. The recrimination that fueled Tiffany's depression now fired Roberta's tolerance for the pig in front of her. The man moved suddenly and Eben felt the slap as it hit Roberta. She was thrown back and to the floor. The man moved to her and kicked her in the ribcage. Roberta grunted but not screaming was a part of the penance she assigned herself. Eben turned around and walked out of the room. Men who could not conceive of striking a woman in anger had fathered him. He remembered times with both his fathers that even in the harsh anger they had refused to yell at their wives. "I would have fixed that anyway," Eben said angrily to the Spirit before looking around. "You didn't have to take me there. I know I can help Tiffany. I didn't need any more convincing." The Spirit just stared at him with her unfeeling eyes. "Bitch!" Eben said with every dark emotion he felt in his voice. The Spirit gave him a small smile no part of her eyes in it. The Spirit gestured behind him. Eben looked around and smiled. He looked at the Spirit as he took in the cemetery. "Seeing my own grave site won't affect me, you know," he said knowingly. "I'm not afraid of death. Fuck you, if you think Marle's punishment seems hard. I'm not Jason, when I go insane I'll fucking stay there." The Spirit pointed behind Eben again. Eben gave her a dismissive smile and turned around. He saw what he expected to see, a gravestone with his name on it. The date surprised him; he had lived longer than expected. The gravesite did not move him as he looked at it coldly. He would change what he had to but no one could make him live a different life. He knew what was right and wrong; and some things were wrong regardless of how much he wanted them. He looked around the gravesite and felt relief that there were no graves near it. He turned to the Spirit, "I died, so what? Scrooge's fear was that he died with no one caring. It's not true; Brenda cared about me, my parents loved me. Jason died alone, but that's what I want. To leave no one behind like my parents did. It wasn't their fault, I know it, but I was alone." The Spirit stared at him. "We can go. I'll change what I have to change to save Tiffany, to help Roberta, to make Brenda go on with her life. But I won't crawl for any of you. I died with few mourners. It's something more people should wish for. Brenda will have my money and be happy for it." The Spirit smiled again, and pointed towards an approaching figure. Eben felt a fist wrap around his heart and when it squeezed it did not do so gently. It was a much older Brenda that walked toward the grave carrying flowers. She walked alone. The Spirit and Eben waited for her to reach them. She stooped slowly to remove the flowers from his grave and replaced them with the new ones she carried. She sat heavily beside the gravesite. She told Eben's grave what her week had been like. She started with an apology for being late. Eben knelt down beside her. "Don't do this, Brenda," he said quietly to her unhearing face. "I played with Melissa's grandchildren today," she said wistfully. "Sometimes I wish I had children, but it wasn't meant to be, I guess. I would have loved a son that looked like you, darling." "Fuck!" Eben exclaimed standing up, and kicking his gravestone. "You fucking waited! How the FUCK could you wait for me!?!" Eben felt like destroying every gravestone in the cemetery, he felt like screaming forever, he felt like only physical pain could drown out everything swelling inside him. Eben knelt by her again, getting close to her face. "I am not so fucking special that you have to give up your life. I'm not worth everything you want." "You were everything she wanted," the Spirit said behind him. Eben shivered as he turned to look at her. Her voice was a knife into a soul; he felt cold deep inside himself and wrapped his arms around his stomach as it exploded in pain. No human body could produce a voice like that. He could hear Brenda talking about Melissa's grandchildren. The pain released him and Eben expelled a hard breath. He was lying beside Brenda. He looked at her through a sheen of tears that he knew the Spirit's voice had not caused. "You're supposed to be happy, baby. Get married like Sylvia. Have children. I'm supposed to be the generous uncle. They would give you grandchildren that I'd spoil too. That's how it's supposed to be." He sat up with tears for her on his cheeks and for the first time since the night he had touched her he listened to her. She would never let him go. The love was in her voice. The same love in her eyes. The same love in her touch as she put her fingers on his name etched in the stone. Brenda would never let him go. The Spirit came and put her hand on Eben's shoulder. Her touch did burn cold. Eben tried to shake it off, but the grip would not relent. He looked up at her. There was satisfaction in her eyes as she used her hand to cover his eyes and pushed him back into a darkness much like he imagined death would be. ------- Stave 5: A Long Christmas Day Author's Note: I once saw a Saturday night skit that played off the idea of what happened a couple of years AFTER Scrooge's transformation. When I decided to re-write my sexual adaptation as exclusive SOL content, I thought adding a 6th Stave would make the experience more complete (at least for me). Thus unlike the original, Christmas Day is not the end of this particular story. The grating sound of his alarm woke Eben up. He turned to read the numbers: 9:00 am. He had overslept which did not surprise him. He lay in bed staring at his ceiling feeling the plates that made up his personality shift. He sighed. He smiled as he wondered whom the changes he meant to make in his life would surprise the most. He would have put money on Roberta, or maybe Asa. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. As he did his morning wash and showered, he planned his day. Obviously, the Christmas presents he had bought were woefully inappropriate for a post 'Christmas ghosts haunted' Eben. He shrugged; he was rich enough that a few of his clients would be happy to open their doors if he made it worth their while. Actually, he only really needed one, and the man had a family whose members were miserly enough to deserve their own Christmas ghost visits. He paused with the toothbrush in his mouth wondering if maybe he was now in a position to suggest the next possible hauntee. Minutes later he got out of the shower, put on a bathrobe, and walked to the phone. He opened his personal phone book and dialed the number of the most exclusive jeweler in town. The man sounded extremely unappreciative of being woken up on a holiday until Eben named some of the things he planned to buy. He could feel the false wattage over the phone line as a greedy smile split the other's man face. Eben told the jeweller he would be in front of the store in a half-hour if someone was not there Eben would call someone else. He continued to wonder who would be the most surprised on the drive to the store. Finally, he changed his mind to Brenda since she probably hoped he would change the most but knew exactly why he would not have in the past. He parked his car in front of the jewelry shop. The owner was waiting by the door and happily held it open for him. Eben saw the man's wife standing behind a jewelry case. She gave him a wonderfully fake sales smile as he approached. "We have a few things to show you," the wife said anxiously. They knew that Eben spared no expense when he bought. The thought of Eben Razz on a shopping spree sent shivers of avaricious pleasure through their bodies. Eben waved the woman's suggestions away. He walked through the jewelry cases. He stopped at the bracelets. "The diamond tennis," he said. "The emerald one also," he said thinking the emeralds would complement Tiffany's eyes. He continued walking among the cases. He stopped at the necklaces. He had seen it before and wanted to buy it for her. It had not been appropriate but now it was even more than perfect. "The diamond and ruby heart pendant," It was a hollow gold heart with a ruby contained in one half of the heart, and a diamond in the other. He thought about Roberta's youngest daughter. He did not know what she liked but he remembered Brenda's desire to be grown up. He thought diamond studs would probably make any young girl smile. He walked to the case of earrings and pointed imperiously at the most brilliant of the diamond studs. Completely inappropriate for her, but it should make her heart sing he thought to himself. He pointed at a different more elegant set; he figured no woman ever outgrew diamonds so Roberta's mother would love them. The boy was harder but he remembered at the last moment as he left his penthouse that the boy had been wearing the jersey of the local team's starting quarterback. He tapped the inside pocket of his jacket. Season tickets to the local football team with a man willing to take him to every game should do it. It was not diamonds but he smirked at a young boy's concept of cool. He walked back to the necklaces and studied what was available. He tapped his teeth with a fingernail in a nervous gesture he had broken himself of in law school. The owner walked to stand on the other side of the case Eben was studying. "Sir," the man said politely. "If I may?" Eben studied him. He disliked the class of the owner's greed but could not deny the man had excellent taste. "A mistress," Eben said in a quiet voice. "Aahh!" the owner said his eyes going blank for a moment. "Something darker but with a touch of 'as good as any other woman'." Eben looked at the man with interest. "I'll be back." the owner said and moved to the back of the store. He returned a couple of minutes later with a necklace case. He placed it in front of Eben and opened it. Eben smiled A simple polished rope platinum chain with a high quality 1 1/2 carat diamond pendant. The darker was below the diamond, two inches of platinum rope and then a Tahitian black pearl. It perfectly described Asa. He handed his credit card to the man. The wife busied herself with wrapping his gifts and humming Christmas carols. Eben signed for everything and barely noticed that the man went to hover over to his wife. They finished and gave Eben a bag. He nodded and thanked them as he opened the door and walked to his car. He looked at his watch and knew he had time before meeting Brenda at her house. He recognized the bottle of wine and the glass that were on Asa's table when he was in his future vision of her. They had also been in his vision of the present. He ground his teeth together as he drove to her house. He knew her address. 'Just in case.' she told him when she gave it to him. There was no one on the road so when he looked at his watch as he parked in front of her door he knew he was going to make it. When he read the evidence of what day the future vision had to be, he automatically looked at the clock on her wall to check the time: 11:28 am. It was 11:25 am. He walked to the door with her gift in his hand. He pounded hard on the door. It was a couple of minutes before she opened it. She looked at him and her eyes expressed her confusion. She had the phone to her ear. Eben remembered when he came into the vision she had already been talking on the phone. She had the defeated look on her face. "Excuse me," Eben said taking the phone out of her hand. "This call is for me." Her eyes widened in surprise as he handed her the gift box. "Merry Christmas, Asa." he said gently before focusing on the phone. "Hello," he said into it. "Who is this?" the female voice on the other side said angrily. He stepped into the doorway and a stunned Asa stood aside for him to enter. He closed the door behind him and took her hand. He led her into the living room and gestured towards the sofa and her still unopened gift. "Asa?!" the voice nearly yelled. "No, this is Eben." he said turning to look around the house. He wondered how much money he had spent on Asa over the years that she could afford to live there. "Can I talk to Asa?" the voice said, a touch of disbelief laced it. "No," he said facing the fireplace. Asa gasped behind him and he smiled knowing she had seen her gift. "What do you mean no?" the voice asked confused. "I mean Asa's relationship with your agency just ended," Eben said. He turned around to find Asa admiring her gift. Her eyes shifted to him as his words sunk into her consciousness. "Can I talk to Asa?" the voice said with anger returning. "Asa is mine," Eben said clipping each syllable. "Service the young, rich client yourself and do NOT call her again." He pressed the off button on the phone and turned to Asa. He looked into her eyes. There were tears there as he took the couple of steps to her. He took the necklace from her hands and placed it on her neck. She pulled her hair out of the way so that he could secure it. He ran his fingers along the chain until they were touching the pearl. He moved his hands downward and untied her robe. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and it settled on the floor. He looked into her eyes and grabbed a fistful of midnight black hair. He pulled her so that her face was an inch from his. Her eyes expressed no panic, just need. "Asa, do I look like the kind of man that gives back, up or away something that belongs to him?" he whispered the question with the anger that he had held in since hearing the phone conversation in the vision. She shook her head even though the movement pulled her tightly held hair. "Remember that!" Eben said as he put his lips on her. He pushed her with his body until she lay on her sofa. He stripped out of his clothes quickly. She spread her legs to accept him between them when he moved on top of her. It was her hand that reached between them to guide him. He pushed but her dryness prevented him from fucking deeply into her. She did not care about the discomfort. She wriggled beneath him and moved her legs in a flexible motion to place them on his shoulders. She pushed up with her pussy to signal her need. His body acted before he could think. He pulled his hips back and pumped into her hard. He fucked into her depth and rested there. She sighed and in seconds he felt her body produce the wetness to make their joining pleasure. She had tears in her eyes but a smile of happiness on her face as he pulled back and fucked into her in a motion that her juices made comfortable. He felt like he had only watched the sexual action through the night; his balls ached for release. He grunted and closed his eyes. He pumped in and out of her hard for several strokes. He felt her body respond in orgasm to her need for emotional release. He pulled back as far as he could and slammed into her one last time. At the bottom, he emptied what felt like an endless amount of cum into her body. Her pussy squeezed him possessively as for the first time her body could express the love she felt. He lay on top of her with no desire to move until a quiet snore from her kicked him out of his reverie. He pulled himself up from her gently. He straightened her into a more comfortable position and walked naked into her bedroom. He grabbed a blanket and walked back to the sofa. He looked at her peacefully sleeping form for a couple of minutes before covering her. "I hope Brenda likes Asian women, or I'm in trouble," he whispered as a goodbye when he finished dressing. In his car, he looked at his watch. It was almost 1:00 pm about the time Brenda had hoped he would come over. He knew most of the people he had seen in the vision would be there, but a public declaration of intent was important. He rang the doorbell. Melissa was the one to open the door. He could hear laughter in the living room. He smiled at Melissa. "The brother?" Melissa asked. "No, I was never adopted," he replied stepping past her. He walked into the living room with purpose. The room froze as he stepped into it and towards Brenda. He had separated the gifts in the car so he had hers in hand. She looked at him. He stopped and stared at her blonde lover. The woman stared back at him in challenge. He smiled at her dismissively. The people in the room who could see the smile recognized its significance. He looked at Brenda, looked at her lover and stood still. His eyebrows rose in a question to his foster sister. Brenda looked at her lover, but her choice had been made too long ago for it not to be ever-present in her eyes. Eben nodded and finished his walk to her. He stopped in front of her letting only inches separate their lips. He put the package into her hand, and took a step back. He looked at the people around the room. They were still staring as if nothing could possibly drag them away. He took another step back to let her open the gift. She still looked at him with questions in her eyes, but he only nodded at her present. She shredded the paper and managed to get the box open in record time. She gasped at the charm. He took a step toward her, reached into the box, and pulled the charm out. He opened the clasp and reached behind her neck to put it on her. She shivered in pleasure at his touch. He smiled at her. "It's not what I wanted to give you, but I thought something material is customary," he said. "What did you want to give me?" she asked quietly staring up at him. He shrugged as he used his arms to bring her close for a kiss. It was like their first kiss without the eggnog's alcohol to dull his senses. A gentle touch. A question asked and answered. The second kiss was stronger; passion and love in questing tongues. She leaned against him when he broke the kiss; he leaned against her too. Taking her hand, he took a step back. "Want to introduce me to your friends?" he asked. She nodded still wondering what was going on but not wanting to question her dream coming true finally. They walked around the room hand in hand making small talk with everyone; after a half-hour it was obvious that she wanted to corner him but he would not let her. The people in the room watched them with great amusement as they danced around each other. He pulled her to the door. "Listen, Brenda. I have to stop at Roberta's house." "No!" she said in a protest deep from her soul. He kissed her. "I have to, baby. I really need to talk to Roberta and her daughter." "Eben!" she complained. "Stop by my place tonight, okay? We'll celebrate privately," He kissed her again with a promise that the things that had changed would stay changed. "I'm the one that waited. You come here," she said. He smiled and kissed her hard. "Come by my place, Brenda. Tonight," She gave him the same annoyed look he had gotten an endless number of times when they were children. "Do you like Asian women?" he asked suddenly. She tilted her head towards her shoulder and looked at him curiously. He shrugged in response to her obvious question, turned around and walked to his car. As he drove away, he could still see her in the doorway watching his car. He had already made a few decisions about Roberta, but a future with Brenda solidified his belief that Roberta's abilities needed to be carefully cultivated. He parked the car in her driveway. He got out with the bag of gifts in one hand. He had wanted to stay with Brenda but there were people here that needed him too. He rang the doorbell. Roberta's mother answered; it was obvious she did not recognize him. "Hello, Eben Razz," he said extending a hand to her. She looked at him coldly as she took her hand. "Mother, who is it?" He heard Roberta's voice from inside the house. "It's your boss, dear," she yelled into the house. "Mr. Razz. Is something wrong? Do you need me for something?" Roberta asked anxiously when she stood in the doorway. "I believe that it's customary to exchange gifts on Christmas day," he replied. She blinked. Her mother blinked twice. Eben lifted his bag of gifts to show them what he meant. He barely stopped himself from laughing. "May I come in?" he asked. Roberta got out of his way automatically. Eben walked into the house looking around. Roberta's youngest child stood in the doorway to the living room looking at Eben. "Hello," Eben said to her. "Hi," she said brightly. "I'm Michele." Eben stretched his hand out to shake her hand solemnly. "That's Peter," she continued pointing to her older brother sitting by Tiffany. The young man looked over at Eben curiously as he tried to get his older sister's attention. Eben smiled at him. He put the bag down. The little girl looked into the bag curiously. She looked up at Eben when she saw the small gift-wrapped boxes inside. Eben started laughing at her avid desire to destroy wrapping paper. Roberta and her mother came to stand by him. "Actually, Roberta," Eben said looking at her, "I do need to do some business while I'm here." Roberta nodded knowingly. "I'd like you to help me find your replacement." Roberta's eyes widened fearfully. Her mother's face reddened in anger. "I've been thinking," Eben said staring at Tiffany. "You're the only person I trust with any company level responsibility. You know more about the company than two or three of my department heads put together. I'll need you as an assistant until you break someone else in, but I want you to take over some of my everyday duties. I need to focus exclusively on what used to be Marle's responsibilities." He turned to look at her before he continued. "We'll have to do some maneuvering and maybe a little bouncing of people out the door. I do own the company so we'll win those little exchanges. I think it'll take about two years before we can fully split my present position into two roles. You do a lot of my work anyway so why not get the benefits too." Roberta's face had blanched, but her mother's face framed a smile that happily accepted Eben's proposal. She wondered why her daughter complained about such an obviously wonderful man. The old woman surreptitiously poked Roberta in the back to open her mouth so she could kiss a little boss ass. He reached into the bag for a small box to give to Michele. "They are a bit expensive, Roberta. If you don't approve NEXT time I'll spend less money." The girl nearly squealed at the perfection of the diamonds. Roberta smiled immediately realizing there was no way she could separate her daughter from them. She looked into the bag worried; Eben caught the brief flash of Christmas greed though. "You should see what I got you," he said. "Much, much more beautiful, but then again you're not a little girl." He laughed when Roberta fought to keep control. Peter had come to investigate after the cry of wonder from his little sister. "Hi, Peter. I'm your mother's boss," Eben said. He extended his hand out to the young man. Peter shook it firmly. Eben reached into his pocket and pulled out the tickets. He passed them to Peter seriously. Peter's eyes widened as he read them. He looked at Eben. "I had those lying around. I don't really know much about football but since you're a fan I figured you might want to drag me along and teach me a thing or two. You would not believe how many business meetings with men deteriorate to football talk." Peter's head nearly fell off in vigorous nodding. He stopped the motion for a second remembering his mother. He looked at her, pleading with his eyes. She gave Eben a somewhat bemused annoyed look, but relented with a smile to her son. Roberta's mother gently shoved Roberta aside and looked into the bag. She stuck her hand out to Eben for all the world resembling a six-year old girl. Eben reached inside the bag and pulled out her box. She ripped the wrapping paper off, tossing it aside carelessly and opened the box. "Oh yes, young man," she said in a reverent voice. "These will do. These will do quite nicely." Roberta looked at her mother as the woman walked away putting on the earrings. It was obvious she was heading for the nearest mirror. Eben handed Roberta her gift but walked past her to Tiffany. He knew the pain, but he knew even she would eventually admit the horror of his parents' death had been worse. She would need more than him though but he could be the first step back. Tiffany was not lost, just choosing to stay away. He moved out of Tiffany's field of vision on purpose. "Roberta?" he said. She looked up at him. "Do you mind if I take Tiffany for a drive? I'd like to talk to her." She looked at Tiffany and then at Eben uncertainly. "I don't think that would be a good idea." "Honey, let him do it," her mother said. She had returned to the living room and was studying him. "But, Mom!" Roberta protested. "Roberta, you are my daughter and I am telling you let this man talk to your child." Roberta looked like she would rebel but a movement from Tiffany as the girl moved to where she could see Eben out of the corner of her eye stopped her. Roberta nodded. The grandmother walked to the closet and grabbed Tiffany's coat. She moved to her granddaughter and helped her into it. She stood her up and delivered the young woman into Eben's care. She was young, barely over eighteen. He knew that from the records he kept on his employees. "Do you know my home phone number?" he asked. Roberta nodded. "I don't know how long it will take. We have a lot to say to each other especially if I'm the only one talking," he said to Roberta. Tiffany looked up at him. The emptiness was not like the one he had seen with Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come. It was not even close. She looked at him curiously but shrugged her shoulders. Roberta turned to him in amazement; sometimes she forgot that the silence was Tiffany's choice. He took Tiffany's arm, walked outside and settled her in his car. He waved to the family at the door. Roberta's mother nodded at him as he got into the car. He drove; he did not know where they were going. He was just driving to hold off the onslaught of demons he would have to resurrect to give Tiffany someone to hold onto. He stopped the car when he recognized the spot he had driven to. They were on an isolated road at a hard turn. He moved the car to the area burned into his memory and got out. He walked around to open her door. She looked at him with a spark of curiosity. She was not so far gone; he knew that. She just would not be able to hold on alone. Her family tried but she was afraid of them, afraid to hurt them, afraid to lose them too. Eben remembered those fears; the promise of Brenda's birth was what he had held on to. He walked with her to the front of the car. He took her hand and the hatred of this place traveled from his body into hers. He tightened his grip also needing to hold on to someone. The day had been warm; he remembered the heat as he stepped over the railing and moved into the woods to the tree. "I lost four parents violently," he said looking at the tree. "My biological parents died in a car accident. No bad weather, no drunk driver, nothing but a stupid patch of truck oil and my mother's uncinched seatbelt. It was right up there," he said pointing to the road behind him. "I was an annoying kid in a car. My father always laughed and being young that was permission for me to misbehave. I was being even worse than normal that day so my mom undid her seatbelt and was climbing into the back to sit with me. It always calmed me down even if it was because I was afraid of earning a spanking. I remember my dad was laughing when he lost control of the car. We hit this tree head on. People don't use this road a lot so it was a long time before anyone found us. Dad died almost instantly, no chance just 'POW!' and he was gone. My mom's body protected me from the impact but she was pinned. I was pinned, too. Our faces were inches apart. I watched her die, Tiffany." "Drop by drop," he whispered to the tree. Eben sat down as his eyes remembered what his mother had looked like. He did not notice Tiffany kneeling beside him. "I can remember my mom crying and the fucking horn blaring crushed into my dad's chest. Any age is too young to hear your mom cry like that; pain, loss, fear. I closed my eyes to sleep for years with her sobs as my lullabies. When I think about it, I can feel the warmth of her blood and tears on my face. I thought hearing her cry like that was the worst. It was NOTHING compared to when the horn died and her sobs stopped though. I stared into my mother's dead eyes for hours before they pulled me out." Eben took a deep breath. Tiffany leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "My second parents were Brenda's. You don't know Brenda but you'll like her. You know I didn't call Brenda's mother mom, until last night. I mean they took me in, dealt with my pain when most people would have passed me off. I never said that I loved them. I just... I just... Well, they were murdered in a home invasion. Dead on Christmas day and I never said thank you, or I love you, or nothing." He looked at Tiffany who raised her head to look at him. "You know what the worst part is Tiffany." She shook her head. "I killed Brenda a little everyday since it happened because I would not let her in when she needed me." Tiffany looked at him confused. "Exactly like you're killing your family." Her eyes looked stunned, then hurt. Finally, anger flared. The words had just come out; maybe her need to be angry at the world had freed them in him. She decked him and when he fell back she climbed on top of him to continue hitting him. He let her punch herself out blocking the shots he knew would hurt the worst. It was a long time before she collapsed on top of him. It was the second time in his life a woman sobbed her tears onto his face in this spot. He thought this one he would be able to save. ------- Eben was staring at the fire sitting his living room later that night. He moved out there when he received the phone call from the doorman. He was in his robe; most of the day seemed like a dream except for the weight that was not on his chest anymore. He heard the key turn in his door. Brenda was the only one with a copy of the penthouse key. She opened the door and walked inside. She looked at him sitting on the couch. "I've been waiting," he said to her. "So have I," she said as she moved to stand at his feet, "Did you enjoy it as little as I did?" "I'm more imaginative than you are. I let myself fantasize about the next few nights." "What's going on here Eben?" she asked suddenly. "Take off your coat -- some clothes -- and maybe I'll tell you," he replied. "Or better yet, I'll show you." She stared at him for a moment. She took off her coat and scarf and threw them on the couch. She put her hands on her hips. "Come on, Eben. What's going on here?" she insisted. "Let's say that it was pointed out to me that as things stand I would be dying alone," he said simply. "That bothers you?" she asked surprised. "No," he said honestly. "Then?" "Ah, you see the cruelty of the whole thing is that I might not mind dying alone but you would spend your life waiting for me to live." She looked at him not understanding his point. "Baby, if you wait for me, and I die alone," he whispered. "You die alone." She moved and straddled his thighs to look at him. "When your mom and dad told me about you, I started waiting for you. I knew you were going to be a girl. Not a fucking doubt in my mind. Brenda... named after my mother. I thought you were her about to be reborn, except this time I had to take care of you. I would have given everything to keep you smiling from the day you were born." He looked up at her and let her see into him. "So how am I supposed to let you die alone because you won't let me go." Her eyes were wet with tears as he said the last. "What I did with you was wrong, Bren!" She shook her head, but he stopped by putting his hand up. "No, baby. You were too young. In our parents' home. No matter, how much we both wanted it, how much I needed you. I betrayed mom and dad's trust. A few years and they would have been happy to see us together. It would probably have meant the world to them." "But, Eben..." "I was wrong, Brenda," he insisted. "But that doesn't matter now. You need me, and I can't..." She reached down to silence him with her lips. They kissed for a long moment before she put distance between them. "You're wrong, Eben," she said covering his mouth to keep him silent. She moved to his ear so she could whisper to him "Do you remember your wet dreams?" Eben shook his head confused. "Do you remember how many nights I slept in your bed when we were kids?" Eben tried to stand up but Brenda set her weight on him. "No!" she whispered. "Stay and let me remind you." Eben relaxed beneath her; she leaned forward so she could whisper her words into his ear again. "So you remember that I used to sleep in your bed more than I slept in mine. Good, baby! You don't remember your wet dreams though. They started when you were about thirteen. You would moan and thrash around in the bed. All of a sudden you would thrust upwards with your hips and I could feel the tension in your body. Finally, you would relax again. One time, when you did it I uncovered us and watched. I can remember how wide my eyes got at your hardness and the way you stained your pajamas." She paused and he could feel her mouth smile against his ear. "I bet you never noticed Mom's grumbling about your laundry. I think you had the most pajama sets any boy has ever had." She ground herself against his groin before continuing. "I thought it was the awesome until one night you woke me up and it was different. My nightgown had ridden up. Oops! Someone wasn't wearing her Wonder Woman panties either." Eben felt himself get harder than he had ever been in his life underneath her groin. "I was wrapped in your arms and you were grinding against my ass. I wasn't scared for a second. I knew you needed me so I closed my eyes and moved against you to help. You squeezed me so tight when you came. It was wonderful, Eben. I fell asleep to rhythm of your breathing against my ear." Brenda stopped for a couple of minutes as her breathing got out of control. She regained her balance and spoke again. "I hated when you did it the other way after that. It belonged to me. I didn't know how to make you do it only against me though." She hesitated. "I found your porn collection one night. It was educational. It showed me a lot of things, and I wanted do every one of them with you. Maybe not right then but someday. Some things looked like we could do it right away though. I forgot about them because for two weeks every night you squeezed me in your arms when you came. Then there was a night when you weren't touching me, instead you were humping your hips into the air and your dick came out of your pajamas. I'm surprised it did not happen sooner. Your cock stood straight up and it looked so big. I thought it was beautiful and I wanted it to be mine. Not on my body, but the one that did everything in your porn collection to me." She stopped and rubbed herself against him again. "You know what I did, don't you." Eben shook his head. "You put your hips on the bed and writhe around for a minute. I could feel you were about to do whatever stained your pajamas and I remembered your magazine. I crawled between your legs and grabbed you. I couldn't even my hand around your cock it was so thick. I held you straight and took it into my mouth. I still remember how soft, warm and hard you felt. You stretched my lips so wonderfully, baby. You thrust into me and I felt you get harder. God! You came and it was better than you squeezing me. It was the first time you were MINE for real, Eben." Eben grabbed her hips hard. "Boy! Was I surprised when mom knelt beside the bed!" Eben's grip on her hips got tighter. "I looked at her with your cum on my lips and I wasn't scared of her catching me. 'More?' I pleaded with her. I didn't know what I was asking her for but every part of me knew you needed more. She nodded her head and wrapped my hand around the base of your dick. She tightened by thumb underneath you and showed me how to squeeze while moving my hand up. You came some more and I licked it off you. Nothing will ever taste as wonderful as you do to me, Eben. I put you gently back in your pajamas and she picked me up from your bed. She carried me to my room. She looked at me, baby, like she knew why I did it. 'Mine, mommy, ' I told her, 'Eben's mine.' She nodded and kissed my forehead 'I know, my baby. I know he's yours, ' she whispered as I closed my eyes." Eben's head dropped back onto the back of the sofa. He felt like he was about to explode. "She was a good mommy though and from that night on I had to sneak into your bed. She caught me a lot of the times but not every night. Those weren't wet dreams you had the nights mother did not catch me, Eben." Eben waited knowing what she was going to say. "You got older and things changed, didn't they?" Eben nodded his head. "You thought I was asleep." Eben nodded his head again. "I wasn't though. I was wide awake even that first night when you shook me to see if I was asleep." Eben closed his eyes remembering the furtiveness. "I smiled every time you pulled up my gown. I loved how you bare cock felt rubbing against me." Eben moved his hands to gently squeeze her breasts. She gasped hotly into his ear. "What I loved the most was how hot your cum felt on my skin!" Eben ripped the buttons of her shirt as he forced it open. She was not wearing a bra so his hands touched flesh as he palmed her breasts. "Do you remember when you came back from college when I was thirteen? The last time you let me sleep in your bed?" Eben thumbed her nipples in response. "I came to your bed wearing that cute little nightie. You did not notice until it was too late and you thought I was asleep. I felt your breath against my neck. I felt you pull the bottom up. I loved the sound you made when you realized I wasn't wearing panties. I was on my stomach so you had to get on top of me. It had been a long time since you'd done it so I kept my face in the pillow so you couldn't see my tears. You were so lost in me that you did not notice that all your weight was on top of me while you were rubbing your dick between my asscheeks. I couldn't have possibly slept through that." She moved to grab his hair in both hands and look at him. "You weren't wrong when I was sixteen, Eben," she said fiercely. "I was wrong when I was thirteen and I did not let you know I was awake. You would have fucked me like I wanted you to. You needed me and I let you waste your cum on my back instead of where it belonged. Inside me!" Eben shook his head. "You could have gotten pregnant," he said. "Mom put me on the pill after my first period. She expected me to have your cock inside my pussy the first opportunity I got after you went to college, Eben. She told me that in the doctor's office. Mom AND dad knew they couldn't stop me but they could at least make sure we chose when to have our babies." Eben surged up from the couch and turned them around so he was on top of her. She struggled to help him pull her pants off. They ripped his robe open to free his rampantly hard dick. "It's been too long, Eben. Don't hold back, you owe me that," she said reaching between them to grab his dick. He gasped when he felt her touch. He thrust instinctively and sank into her body. She arched and forced him deeper inside her. Nothing his size or anything larger than a pair of fingers had been in her body in years so it was a slightly painful filling for her. The wait and desire had been held back too long though and the pleasure swamped her brain and body pushing any discomfort aside. "More!" she demanded into his mouth. He smiled, put his face against her neck and reached underneath to palm her buttcheeks in both of his hands. Her tightness caressed every inch of him enticing him to finish their completion. She was too inexperienced with a man to know how to drive Eben towards the edge. Her motions sought her own pleasure but she could not recognize his. She ground her hips against him; making contact with her clitoris on his body, driving herself higher into pleasure but it did not push him with her. Anytime that she found an up and down rhythm on his hard length, he tightened his grip on her ass and the feel of his hands broke her concentration. He felt her orgasm hit her when finally he pulled back and thrust hard into her body. She screamed her release. It was all he had the control for. The feel of her increased wetness and warmth on top of the pressure her body exerted on him was too much. He sucked her neck knowing he was leaving a mark but wanting to. He pulled his hips back and fucked into his woman. Her body learned its role after a couple of hard thrusts and she began to move in complement to his thrusts. She started the rise into another climax as she felt his body reaching for a pleasure he denied himself for years. He pulled back and drove himself to the depth of her and his body tried to fill her womb with his seed. The feel of the warmth inside her trigged her body's response, this was her man and her body erupted in pleasure. She felt him relax on top of her and smiled at the ceiling. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her body. She cried as her soul accepted her dreams had come true. She wanted nothing more than to stay there but hard breathing in a different part of the room made her turn uncomfortably to see who it was. She pushed up with her hips and Eben moved to lay down beside her. Brenda sat up and turned her head to see a beautiful, raven-haired girl in shorts and a t-shirt leaning against the wall. An emerald flash on the girl's wrist caught her eye. She got up and walked towards the girl. "And who might you be?" she asked gently. "Oh shit! Tiffany!" Eben exclaimed getting up and covering his groin with a couch cushion. Tiffany's eyes were glued to Eben. Brenda could have sworn the girl's nipples could cut glass; they were so tight and hard. Tiffany's breathing was harsh. Brenda smiled at her. "Tiffany, you are exactly what Eben and I need right now," she smiled recognizing the look in the young girl's eyes. It had looked back at her from the mirror on the Christmas Eve she seduced Eben. Brenda pulled Tiffany's t-shirt up and off her body. Tiffany moved what she needed to let Brenda accomplish her purpose but her eyes never left Eben. Brenda knelt and pulled Tiffany's shorts down. She stood up and trailed a hand up Tiffany's thigh and to her pussy. She dipped a finger inside and smiled at Tiffany's pushing against it. She pulled her finger out the young girl and licked her sweetness from it. "A virgin is exactly what we need to make our vows over." Brenda said taking Tiffany's hand and walking her towards Eben's bedroom. Tiffany struggled but when Brenda turned she saw that Tiffany only wanted to keep Eben in her sight. Brenda turned to raise and eyebrow to Eben. "Come on, Eben. It's not like I can properly deflower a virgin," she said. "Brenda, you don't understand the situation!" Eben said. "You do know, everything in her is screaming to have YOU in her, right?" Brenda said wondering about Eben's reaction. Tiffany nodded her head at Eben. Eben knew it was something else keeping Tiffany quiet since she had spent a couple of hours on the phone with her family. It was not the end of her problems but it was a beginning. She had even agreed to the therapist her mother suggested. Brenda looked at Tiffany and then Eben. "Eben, if I wanted you enough to blow you in your sleep when you were fourteen and I was eight, I think we can give her the benefit of the doubt that she knows exactly what she wants right now." With that, she turned around and walked into his bedroom. Tiffany turned her body to extend her hand towards him as she let Brenda drag her out of the room. Eben stood in front of his fireplace thinking about how wrong it would be to take advantage of Tiffany. He had not even told Brenda about Asa or given up the hope of helping Roberta put her self-pleasing ways behind her. Tiffany's orgasmic scream penetrated every corner of his penthouse. He dropped the cushion and nearly ran into his bedroom. ------- Much later, they lay together with Tiffany sandwiched between Brenda and Eben. Eben was still unsure of the repercussions but thought he could quite easily get used to nights like this. He could do without the virgin blood but Brenda was right it made them feel like it was a new beginning. As if Tiffany's blood took them back to when it was Brenda's blood staining his body and allowed them to live what should have been from that first time on. "Eben," Brenda said half-asleep. "Hmmm," he replied. "What really happened to make you change?" she asked quietly. Tiffany rubbed her nose against his chest before settling deeper into the warmth her first lovers cushioned her in. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he answered honestly. She slapped his shoulder. "Tell me," she insisted. He thought about it for a minute and shrugged; maybe it had all been a dream anyway. He told her about his Christmas Eve. "Uh, Eben," she said a couple of minutes after he was done. Tiffany surprised both of them by turning over to face Brenda. They thought she had fallen asleep. Tiffany put finger on Brenda's lips to stop her from speaking. "You know the story?" Tiffany asked in a voice heavy with satisfaction. Brenda nodded her head. "Then you know I'm the only one that can talk right now." Tiffany said settling closer to Brenda. "God bless us, everyone," she said in prayerful tones before they fell into the first peaceful sleep each had in years. ------- Stave 6: Another Christmas Eve Author's note: I blame the harem thing on the influence of cmsix's stories... that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Eben sat looking out his office window. He could hear the cleaning people making a valiant attempt to put the office back together after the Christmas party. Two hundred employees would have done damage, but adding their children to the mix had been explosive. Eben was uncomfortable with company functions; luckily, his people focused their social attention on Brenda, Asa and Roberta. The company's gossip kings and queens were fascinated by his relationship with the three women. Eben found amusing that the gossip royalty's wildest imaginings were closest to the truth The rumors of favoring a lover abounded when the announcement was made that Roberta would be taking over his internal day-to-day duties. Terminating the most vocal critics and loud believers of more deserving candidates put his people on tenterhooks for months. Roberta working fourteen hours, seven days a week for the first six months to make his transition to a new assistant while learning her new responsibilities converted many. The strong growth period experienced by the company after Roberta and Eben settled into their roles convinced the rest. The rumors about Roberta and Eben faded when the romantic relationship with his foster sister became public. The taint of at least 'conceptual' incest made for a much more interesting subject. Asa entering the picture made his love life the most popular water-cooler subject. Roberta surprised him with the introduction to a new member of the marketing team. Roberta was confused by his reaction until he hugged Asa warmly explaining that he knew Asa and paid for much of her education. Everyone noticed immediately that he drove Asa in to work and home. It was easier since they lived in Brenda's house, now Eben's house due to the particulars of Brenda and Asa's relationship. Brenda did like Asian women, and she loved everything about Asa. Eben introduced them in his penthouse on the New Year's Eve after his visitations; exactly ten minutes later, the women were naked and rolling around his living room floor locked in a passionate sapphic embrace. Spending the weekend on the couch foretold a future of being kicked out of his bedroom at least a couple of nights a week when the women needed to 'bond'. Eben suspected it was a roundabout way of ensuring he gave other women time, Tiffany at first and later Roberta. Originally, Asa tried to argue with Brenda against moving into her house. The argument lasted a month with Brenda getting more and more vocal as her wedding date approached. Asa was livid when she got to her home one afternoon and discovered Brenda had broken in. She flooded the house to give Asa no choice but to capitulate to her desired living arrangement. The cops arrived to separate the two women who spent the better part of an hour yelling at each other on Asa's front lawn. After that incident, Eben slept in the office until the women worked out the issue. They arrived at the building two days later demanding he make the decision and assured him both would abide by it. With Tiffany in her first semester at college and the sexual side of his relationship with Roberta not begun, his two-days deprived dick voiced its demands. Eben wrote Brenda a significantly more than market value check for her house. He had needed to be creative with office supplies to bind and gag them. Both women sat uncomfortably for the next couple of days after he expressed his annoyance. Asa knew that part of Eben's sexual personality but it was an eye-opening, butt-warming experience for Brenda. Asa moved into what was now Eben's house that weekend. A minor repercussion of the way he resolved the issue was that the women occasionally antagonized him to end up bound and screaming pleasure around a gag like they had in his office. Arriving and leaving with Asa every day sent the rumormongers into a feeding frenzy. Her rapid rise, though Eben had nothing to with it, added blood to the water. She was circumspect in the office and acting as the maid of honor in Brenda and Eben's wedding, lowered the volume of the gossip to a dull murmur. Roberta was shocked to the core when she caught Eben and Asa en-flagrant in his office the day after Eben returned from the honeymoon. Brenda's long discussion with Roberta shocked her even more. Personally, Eben thought Brenda could have skipped the whole section about Tiffany being their first shared lover. Roberta came to understand the structure of love/lust/accommodation/friendship between Asa and Brenda, which was more than Eben could say. Their relationship was strained for months afterwards until HE caught Roberta pinning a naked Asa to his office desk. Brenda had decided enough was enough and that the real tension between her husband and his CEO was purely sexual. The wild session in his office with Roberta and Asa left no tensions unsatisfied. Roberta was discreet in the office about the added sexual dimension to their relationship. The obvious deep friendship and role as big sister she developed with the two women camouflaged what was really happening between all of them. Eben smiled at the falling snow. Brenda and Eben's firstborn, a son Timothy Jason Razz, brought in another tide of rumors. Asa treated the baby as if he were her own child. The accepted explanation for Asa living with them was that she had been Brenda's roommate before the marriage. Asa remaining in residence after the baby was born raised suspicions again. Roberta managed the gossip by letting some of the truth out which garnered Asa sympathy, even if as a reason for staying in the house it was not very strong. Asa would never carry a child to term. The bad news from the doctor after months of trying to get pregnant nearly crushed her. Brenda insisted that Asa would have an equal role in mothering her children. Asa did not take that seriously and had been offensive about it. Brenda slapped her, which caused the next major bump in the relationship. Roberta arbitrated the argument so that it would not poison Eben's home life. Brenda explained to Asa that her mother loved and parented Eben as if he had been the son of her body. To Brenda, mother was a spiritual role and not a physical one. Asa compromised, but after Timothy was born, capitulated completely when Brenda proved unselfishly that she meant for Asa to have as important a role in her son's life as Brenda did. The women had started talking about 'their' next child recently. With Timothy only three months old, Eben thought planning the next one was a little pre-mature but the two women mostly ignored his opinions on the organization of his home life. He was the final authority if he pushed an issue but he was not going to rock the boat. "Sir," a soft female voice said behind me. Eben spun the chair around to smile at his assistant. Roberta decided Marlene would do just fine as Eben's assistant upon meeting her. Eben went along with the decision, trusting her judgment, but originally thought the job would be too much for Marlene. Everything about his assistant was soft and gentle. She had the warm, chocolate eyes of a doe. Her hair was luxurious waves of dark honey that fell to her shoulder blades. Eben found himself constantly enjoying the elegant curves of her body if he did not focus on something else when she was in the room. He thought the near submissiveness of her personality would be a problem in the execution of her job though. If anything, she was more efficient and a better fit with Eben than Roberta. Due to her nature, Eben paid careful attention when she wanted to bring up a point or disagreed with him. She also wielded Eben's authority like a scalpel. It helped that she was so reserved most people assumed all of her requests were at his direct behest. He had thought to step in when someone was being rude or trying to circumvent him by pushing against Marlene but she managed every one those situations herself. The last incident, six months before, ensured that no one would test her resolve to see a job done again. The assistant head of marketing was a particularly rude bastard to Marlene and tried to balk her every time she dealt with the department. Normally, Marlene would deal with his boss as a way around him. The head went on maternity leave and the dumb bastard used the opportunity to flex his muscles. The entire company was floored by Marlene's polite email announcing the assistant head's departure from company employment and Asa's promotion to his position. He screamed from the rafters and it culminated in a meeting between Roberta, Asa, Marlene, Eben, and him. He made very loud demands that Marlene be fired for overextending her authority. Marlene sat demurely through his entire tirade. Eben asked for her side of the story. She explained that he was extremely difficult to work with and needed pushing to fulfill her requests. She stated that since, those requests were Eben's commands, it was a situation that needed to be handled with finality. Asa and Roberta looked away so the ex-assistant head would not see their amusement at Marlene using the words 'Mr. Razz's commands'. She was willing to deal with the problem but since the head took leave she found herself going to Asa more and more to achieve Eben's ends. She investigated the man's work history and questioned the employees in his department. She concluded that his employment should be terminated as soon as possible for the good of the company. She gave Roberta all of the information she gathered and her conclusion on the necessary action. Roberta said she checked all of the information and questioned the members of his department. She informed Eben that she dressed down Marlene for her actions. Marlene in her natural kindness hid the man's managerial incompetence as the most important reason his employment needed to be terminated. She tried to put the blame solely on his surly nature and inability to work with her. Roberta visited the head of the department and discovered she was grooming Asa as the assistant head's replacement having concluded that he could not manage her people out of a paper bag. She was not planning on leaving the company any time soon and believed that Asa would have plenty of time to grow into the position. She planned to ask the assistant head for his resignation before her scheduled maternity leave but the one and half month premature birth debarred her plans. Marlene's email was sent at Roberta and the head's instruction. There was supposed to have been a meeting with the assistant head before that but his two-hour late arrival that morning prevented it. Informing Marlene to delay her announcement was overlooked in the attempts to locate him. It was not something Eben believed the ultra-organized Roberta and Marlene had really missed. The assistant head went through another round of loud protests until annoyed, Eben asked him politely to shut the fuck up. Eben asked Marlene why she did not come to him with her problem and investigation results. She explained the assistant head was only a tree and therefore a situation that should be handled by Roberta, or the head of the department. Eben's role was at the forest level therefore having him deal with a particularly unbending tree was counterproductive to the company's needs. Eben looked at her for a good minute and calmly informed her that since she was responsible for seeing 'his commands' (causing a snicker from Asa) made reality, he should have been informed of major obstacles. Not telling him might have put them in a situation where the assistant head's recalcitrant attitude towards her created a crisis. Eben expected her to solve these type of problems but needed to know if something was taking her attention from 'his commands'. The assistant head protested again. Eben asked Roberta why they were all still in the office since his only interest was dealing with Marlene's failure to keep him informed. "Shouldn't you have gone home already?" Eben asked Marlene as she approached his desk. "My mother died a year ago, and I don't have a boyfriend..." she said while putting the report on Christmas bonuses Eben requested on his desk. She looked away embarrassed at the mention of a boyfriend. Her last boyfriend liked to hit things. The thing he liked to hit the most was Marlene. A couple of weeks after Marlene's confrontation with the assistant head of marketing, the boyfriend did not take his usual care placing the bruises somewhere she could cover with clothing. He suffered the misfortune of Brenda, Asa and Roberta being in Eben's office when Marlene came in sporting a shiner and a bruise no makeup could cover up. They sat on her until she confessed what happened. The women had restructured the company's charity to be exclusively locally based: scholarships for local police and firemen's kids, a shelter for battered women, etc. Brenda's call to the local prosecutor, who happened to be a woman, filled Eben's office with half a dozen policemen and the prosecutor within ten minutes. Marlene tried to argue against pressing charges until Eben informed the prosecutor that Marlene would be pressing charges and testifying against her boyfriend. Marlene nodded her immediate obedience raising more than a few eyebrows. Eben's three lovers spent the rest of the day to making sure all traces of the boyfriend were ejected from Marlene's apartment. A police lieutenant, known for doing things his way thereby limiting his career promotions, ensured that a message was delivered to the boyfriend from Eben. The lieutenant had two daughters; a freshman at Cornell, and a sophomore at Dartmouth. With neither education costing the lieutenant a penny, he felt indebted to Eben for making his daughters' dreams possible. All four women and the prosecutor looked askance at Eben when the boyfriend was brought into the courtroom with the bruises his cellmates beat into him on display. They were even more suspicious that he pleaded guilty and accepted the maximum penalty without a peep of protest. "Do you have anything else for me, Sir?" Marlene asked. Since the boyfriend incident, she came in before and left after Eben did. The rumors about them were swelling in the ranks. Sometimes Eben thought the gossip royalty just enjoyed the titillation of thinking he was fucking every woman that crossed his path. "No, but I would appreciate you staying, in case Roberta or I need anything after our meeting," Eben told her. Eben knew they would not need her but the changes in his life taught him how bad the Christmas Eves alone had really been. Sitting at her desk reading erotica (she did not know he knew) waiting to see if she would be needed was small comfort but the only one she allowed. Eben did not know why Marlene declined Brenda's offer to spend the holidays with them like Roberta's family was planning to. Surprisingly, none of the women pushed her about it. Eben enjoyed the smooth sway of Marlene's ass when she walked out. She was wearing a short gray skirt and white shirt. Her dress leaned to the more feminine after the boyfriend was carted off to his jail sentence. Originally, Eben thought it was because she no longer had bruises to hide but... She wore thongs, Eben's preference, exclusively now. Her perfume was his favorite, which was something very difficult to misinterpret. The last straw came during the Christmas party; Eben caught multiple glimpses of her garter belts and even a couple of panty shots. They were white and tiny, barely covering her treasure. The flirtation had grown so subtlety that Eben did not know when he decided Marlene was going to be his. Eben turned to stare out his window again. The first panty shot of the afternoon was an epiphany. He wanted her. She wanted him. He looked around the office at the time to make sure no one else could see HIS treasure. He walked around, heavy with need, the rest of the party. His three lovers in attendance teased him incessantly about it and made his dick harder by sneaking caresses when they could. The second panty shot was framed for Asa, Brenda and him. He might have missed it if Brenda did not poke him while her eyes enjoyed Marlene's show. They had a clear view of how the panties did NOT cover her outer labia. "Now sucking your cum out of that sweet little pussy would be the perfect Christmas gift this year," Brenda sighed. Asa nodded vigorously in agreement. Eben had a feeling that Roberta would have 'thirded' the sentiment. Brenda's comment/wish was why Eben was staring out the window, thinking. He might have been oblivious to Marlene's campaign but severely doubted the other women were. The change in Marlene's clothing, the thongs, the colors she wore, the perfume. The women armed her themselves with his preferences. After Brenda and Asa left to prepare for Brenda's annual Christmas Eve get-together, Eben retreated to ponder his options or if the four women had even left him any. Eben turned the chair when he felt Roberta enter. She pulled the door behind her but Eben noticed it did not close completely. She walked around his desk and leaned back against it. Eben raised an eyebrow and she smiled. She lifted a knee up and set her foot down between his thighs. She was wearing a short, hip-hugging skirt. Her position exposed black panties as small as Marlene's white ones. Eben hard-on demanded her attention and he shifted his hips to adjust the angle at which it tried to speak to her. She spread her legs, pushing the skirt up, and giving his eyes the great pleasure of witnessing the wet spot on her pussy's covering. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh until they kissed the moisture. Her head dropped back and she sighed when he used a rubbing motion to further excite her. Eben was glad their affair started so soon after Tiffany left for college. Roberta became the happy recipient of his attention when Asa and Brenda needed time alone. Neither her children nor her mother questioned the nights he stayed over which surprised him early on. Roberta explained Peter was happy to have a big brother and knew his mother was happier for his being in her life. Michele was like her mother and sister in her love of Eben's attention. Roberta's mother was happy to see her daughter getting some. Eben stood up between Roberta's legs and undid the buttons of her shirt. Her breathing increased its pace as she reacted to the expectation of their joining. Their sex was torrid; something was usually broken in his office if they fucked there. Eben's favorite was to bend her over the desk, pull her skirt up to her waist, push her panties aside, and fuck her as hard as he could for as long as he could. Roberta had a hair trigger on her orgasms and even if those sexual encounters did not last long, her orgasms were extremely powerful because of the intensity. She especially liked it before important meetings. Roberta pulled her arms out of the sleeves and gasped when the cold air touched her nipples as Eben released her breasts from the confines of her bra. She had the fullest breasts of his lovers and Eben spent a long time giving them the attention they deserved. He wondered how it would be in his house with Tiffany and Roberta spending the holidays under his roof. The nights with Tiffany were fewer and farther in between since her matriculation into college. They were down to getting together once a month but she had broken-up with her most recent boyfriend and called Eben to say she was feeling particularly frisky this holiday season. Eben thought there would always be a place in her sexual life for him but he would never again be the focus of it. Roberta gasped when Eben sucked her nipples hard. He licked his way down her stomach. She put her feet on the ground and stood up. He reached behind her and undid the skirt, unzipping it. He dragged the skirt and panties down her legs. She sat on the edge of the desk to escape the confines of her pooled clothing and put her knees over Eben's shoulders. He licked her pussy lips and was amazed again by how similar to her daughter she tasted. He shrugged mentally leaving Tiffany and Roberta to work out sharing him for the holiday season. Like with Brenda and Asa, he did not need to know the details. He wanted to fuck badly. Marlene kept him near the edge during the party and Brenda's comment fueled the fire. Roberta felt his tension and only let him lick her until she got to the same plane of excitement. She pulled him up by his hair and walked backwards to the large couch while helping him strip. These were her favorite times with Eben. There was a lot to be said for long nights of passion but intense short sessions where he fucked her at the short end of his control left her the most satisfied. He pushed her down on the couch, grabbed her legs beneath her knees, and pushed them down besides her breasts. He settled between her legs and she reached between them to grab him. She stroked the tip of his dick up and down between her pussy lips to enjoy the brief moment of foreplay. He was hard as a steel bar and Roberta smiled as he bucked his hips towards her. It fucked his dickhead into her and she arched in reaction. He pushed into her slowly knowing her body needed time to adjust to his size. At the end of his stroke, he grinded his hips against her. He was fitting them closer together. She moved beneath him looking for the best penetration of her body. They hit the perfect spot and Eben pushed down on her legs opening her body to surrender its last depth to him. She gasped at his slow pullback and dug her nails into his arms. She knew what was coming; he had that smile on his face. He pushed into her maddeningly slow and her pussy wept moisture around him. She moved beneath him but his arms trapped her. She needed that first orgasm; Eben would only speed up after that first orgasm. Her body fought her need, letting it build as slowly as his strokes. She cursed him lovingly as she felt like her nipples were going to pop off from excitement. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples with her fingers to dissipate some of the sensation. It was the last bit of stimulation she needed. The next feel of him stroking to the very depth of her did it. It built all over her body; she palmed her breasts and squeezed hard as her entire body flooded with sensation. She screamed, not able to bottle the pleasure in any longer. Eben sped up; he would not be able to hold on the way he usually did, speeding through five gears as Roberta's orgasms increased in power and intensity. He thought he could manage three of her orgasms though if he concentrated. He focused on the motion in and out of her. He put a foot on the ground and turned her slightly so he could stroke completely in and out of her. She brought her hands to his hips and dug her nails in reaction to his stroking through her orgasm. Both knew there would not be a long wait. Roberta arched her hips towards him opening her body to the increased power of his thrusts. Her body did not have the opportunity to come down from the pleasure of the first orgasm and her mind knew what would come after her next. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him moving smoothly at half-power. The approach of the orgasm was long and started from her womb. Different from the first one, this orgasm centered almost completely inside her pussy. It felt like Eben was scratching an itch deep inside her that only his hard, moving cock could reach. A heat spread in her pussy as the friction of his movement built up. She squeezed her pussy muscles around him and it set her off. It traveled no farther up than the small of her back and no farther down than halfway to her knees. She flexed and unflexed her pussy around Eben's cock inducing him to the next step. Eben let himself lose control. He gripped her legs as tight as he could and pushed down on them with all his weight. He turned her slightly to increase the penetration and pounded his hips against her body with no thought to her. She screamed again as his hips increased the power and speed of his fucking. Eben did not hear her; his world was his dick stroking and out of her in one continuous motion. He felt the release building as his eyes lost focus. He brought it down a notch slowing his strokes so he could add more power and length to them. He growled his release as his balls tightened close to his body and his skin released heat into the air. He fucked into her one last time and felt the vibration of his dick set her off one last time. Her body caressed him and she screamed their joining as the wet heat of his cum freed everything inside of her. He collapsed on top of her with his face to the right side of her neck. She hugged him tightly and their breathing slowly returned to normal. "Come here," she said with authority a couple of minutes later. Confused, he moved up to his knees to see what she wanted. She was looking to the door. He pulled away from her and sat back at the other end of the couch. He turned to look at the person she was talking to. Marlene was leaning against the door frame. Her eyes were wide and there were tears in them. Not the salt of sadness. She moved towards Roberta with slow, nearly stumbling strides. Her hands were fisted and she seemed to have little control of her body. She settled her knees against the couch staring at Roberta's fingers as they caressed her belly. The air around Eben heated as Marlene's need joined their satisfaction. "I want you clean Eben off with your mouth," Roberta said to her, "then you're to do the same to me." Roberta sat up and moved backwards so that they were on opposite ends of the couch. Marlene did not question Roberta's command. She turned to Eben and moved towards him. Eben shifted his legs so that they were off the couch. Marlene stood between them and looked at Eben. She looked like she needed something. "Do it, Marlene," he commanded. She smiled at peace and knelt between his legs. It was not Roberta that she wanted telling her what to do. She put her hands on the inside of Eben's thighs. The warmth of her body soothed the last of the post-orgasm reaction from him. He pushed his hips closer to the edge of the couch at the gentle request of her hands. She smiled up at him in thanks for making her task easier. She looked into his eyes as she extended her tongue and lowered herself to him. She broke the eye contact as her tongue touched his skin. She licked the area around his balls and dick first where Roberta's excitement had overflowed her body's capacity and stained Eben. Marlene licked every drop of flavor from him taking it inside her body. She pushed his dick aside with her mouth and bathed his balls in her saliva. The care she took hardened Eben and he could feel Marlene's happiness as she finally licked his length. Her nails dug into his thighs as she used her lips and tongue to move and clean his dick replacing Roberta's moisture with her own. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and suckled it. He grabbed fistfuls of hair and pulled her mouth from him. Her eyes were out of focus and her breathing so hard it looked painful. He turned her head towards Roberta who was playing with her pussy. Eben pushed Marlene to her second task. Marlene crawled onto the couch and leaned her head down so that her face was in Roberta's center. Her legs were crossed at her ankles and her ass moved in front of Eben's face in a hypnotizing motion. Roberta grabbed her breasts and dropped her head back as Marlene concentrated on her pussy. Roberta gasped and Eben figured he should join the action. He stood up behind Marlene and undid the button on her skirt. He unzipped it but before removing her skirt, he grabbed her ass. She moaned into Roberta's pussy as Eben's fingers dug into her skin. He grabbed the skirt and pulled it over her ass and down her thighs. He turned her body so she could stand on the floor and took her skirt off. Roberta shifted her body to maintain the contact Marlene had with her pussy. Marlene knelt on the edge of the couch. Eben wanted to do it slowly but the realization of what Marlene wanted was the reason he lost control with Roberta. He wanted the completion Marlene's submissiveness offered and fucking Roberta had not taken any of the edge off. He moved to his desk and grabbed the blade he used to open letters. He moved back to her, pulled back on Marlene's panties, and cut the g-string. He cut the waist of her panties at her hip and pulled them from her body. She felt the air on her nudity and arched her back begging for his touch. He needed to be inside her too badly to wait. He moved behind her led by his hard cock. The tip of him touched her and she gasped in reaction to his warmth. He pushed into her and it felt like her pussy tugged him deeper. Roberta let out a sound of orgasm as Marlene's motions on her became frantic when Eben buried his cock as deep inside her as he could. Roberta laughed as Marlene joined her in orgasm. She wriggled beneath Marlene until she could kiss the girl's lips. She pulled Marlene on top of her, letting Eben put more weight on her ass. Eben put one foot on the couch, pulled back and fucked Marlene with deep, hard strokes. Roberta tore at Marlene's clothing until the girl was naked except for stockings, garters and heels. She reached behind Marlene, grabbed both her asscheeks and pulled them apart as far as she could to ease Eben's passing. Marlene was tight so Roberta's action gave him a greater freedom of movement. Eben watched as Roberta put her face in Marlene's neck. Marlene pushed back against Eben as she moved her head to the side to give Roberta greater access. "Fuck me! Please, please. Fuck me!" Marlene whispered from a place deep inside her as Eben fucked her. "NO, Eben! Fuck her harder!" Roberta hissed; his strokes were too slow for what she knew Marlene needed. Eben listened to both of them. He grabbed Marlene on either side of her waist, leaned over her, pulled back and fucked her as hard as he could. She grunted at the first feel of his power. She rubbed herself against Roberta as the orgasm that had been months in coming built inside her finally. Eben was completely in control, determined to bend her submissive side to him. He pounded in and out of her until her orgasm washed over all three of them. He did not let Marlene's scream of release stop him. Roberta let go of her ass and Eben took over the duty. He felt Roberta's hand at the joining between Marlene and him. Roberta rubbed Marlene's clit to hurry her on the path of her total submission to Eben's pleasure. Eben knew that was Roberta's purpose. The women wanted Marlene bent to him and he did not know why. His cock did not care though; Eben enjoyed the feel of being diamond hard while moving in and out of Marlene. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Marlene exclaimed in a long series of exhalations as Roberta assisted her climb to her next orgasm. Her pussy locked around Eben and demanded he cum with her. He gripped her ass as tight as he could and pushed himself hard inside of her. Her body froze as they both hung for a second in silence. She pushed her ass back and it was the last straw. Eben thickened and Marlene put her hands on top of his trying to make him spread her wider. "OH MY GOD!" she yelled as orgasm overcame both of them. Eben shot once into her and she cried out at the feel of his moist heat wetting her womb. Her pussy released and locked him again as her orgasm peaked. The second shot of cum deep inside signaled her body to come down. He leaned against her as she moved her ass needing to drag his pleasure out as long as she could. The women kissed each other to cushion them from the fall of their sexual peak. They settled closer to each other and closed their eyes. The three barely fit on the couch but Marlene being mostly on top of Roberta helped. Eben did not try to stop them as they drifted towards sleep. "That was beautiful!" a voice said from his door. Eben did not have to look to see who it was. He stood up from the couch and walked to his desk. He sat down and looked out the window for a minute before turning to face his tormentor. "Hello, Marle," Eben said. "Hello, Eben," Jason Marle replied, sitting down in front of Eben's desk. "I wasn't expecting another visit," Eben said with a slight lilt of question to his voice. Jason Marle waved his hand in dismissal. "The powers like to give their successful projects the thumbs up," Jason said looking towards the women on the couch. "You did good, boy." Eben raised an eyebrow in another question. "You're producing a LOT of happiness around you," Jason explained. "Of course, personally, I think you're getting carried away on the charity thing... but I guess that lieutenant isn't a bad investment. Sure took care of Marlene's boyfriend well enough." Eben turned to look at the snow again wondering why Marle brought that particular incident up. "I don't think I've done that much," he said turning back around. "A man like you doesn't make a whole lot of other people happy," Marle admitted. "Matter of fact, you are just about tapped out keeping those three women of yours content, not to mention Tiffany. On the other hand, all the happiness they produce pays into your account with the powers." Eben turned to watch the falling snow. "You're not a bad boss, but Roberta is the kind people dream about. She makes a lot of people happy here. Her kids are a lot better off too and you'd be amazed how much one mother can change the world with some well-adjusted children. Roberta gives thanks you're in her life every night." Eben nodded. "Asa and Brenda could do the same thing for their children," Marle continued. "Asa's never going to be a mother the way she wants to be," Eben said sadly turning to face Marle. "Do you people still live in the Stone Age?" Marle asked Eben with annoyance slipping into his voice. Eben sat up in his chair and looked at Marle curiously. "There's nothing wrong with her eggs, just her body," Marle said. Eben tilted his head at Marle; Asa never discussed the details of her problem. "Roberta or Brenda can carry the child for her. I'd go with Roberta; she wants another child. She'd probably have both the children that Asa dreams of, since it would be helping her friend instead of betraying her husband. Not to mention, it's a good way to keep her warming your bed, I mean she's NOT going to abandon children she carried for nine months. Of course, Asa will never ask, but if you 'suggest' the possibility to Brenda and Roberta... Asa won't have much of a choice when those two put their heads together." Eben smiled at Marle; the man had done him another valuable favor. "Is the weight any lighter?" Eben asked looking at the bracelet on Marle's wrist. Marle shrugged and stood up. He walked to the side of the couch and looked down at the sleeping women. He sighed loudly and Eben heard the inner torment. He stared at the women wondering what Marle saw to cause that sound. Eben was sure it was not a physical desire for one of them. Marle leaned down and brushed his fingers on Marlene's face. He turned around and walked back to his seat. He sat down and looked at Eben with serious intent in his eyes. "What do you intend with Marlene?" he asked in a voice Eben had never heard him use. He looked at Marlene and back at Marle. The pieces fell into place. Marlene, the way that the three other women treated her, how Marle was looking at Eben. "I did not know you had a daughter," Eben said looking for confirmation. Marle turned his face back to his child and smiled. A small tear wet a trail down his cheek. "I didn't either," he said with a shake of his head. "Amelia never told me." Eben thought of the woman that came to Marle's funeral. He would have remembered if Marlene had been at the funeral. "Does she know?" Eben asked looking at Marlene. Marle nodded. "It was the last thing Amelia told her before she died," Marle said. "The girl came here because you're the closest thing to family she has left." Eben did not feel brotherly towards Marlene. He knew what he wanted; Marlene bound at his knees with his cock down her throat, Brenda to hold Marlene's asscheeks apart as he fucked into her ass for the first time, Marlene bent over his desk whispering "Sir" as he dicktated a nooner. "So what are your intentions towards my daughter, young man?" Marle asked again. "I don't think I have any choice in that department," Eben admitted. Marle raised an eyebrow. "She has a right to a part of the company, Marle, but I'm not about to hand it over just like that," Eben said. Marle nodded knowing he would not do it either. "The women already have their plans for Marlene, I think," Eben continued. "She is very like Amelia, so will probably never be happy in a normal relationship. Too submissive, she needs a strong man to make her happy," Marle said. Eben looked at Marlene again. "I can't let her walk away, either," Eben said. "Too submissive again, she knows so her man would find out and you'd be sued for her rightful share," Marle said with surety. "I'm going to have to make sure she's too happy to look at another man," Eben said with conviction. "Can you do that?" Marle asked pushing. "Brenda and Asa are going to welcome Marlene with open arms. I'm sure they know about this and have been preparing a place in our lives for her," Eben said with a smile. Marle stood up and extended his hand to Eben. Eben took his hand and shook it. "Take care of my little girl, Eben." "I will, Jason." Both men were surprised by the click. They looked around the room for the source of the sound. Metal struck wood between them. They looked at the desk where Marle's bracelet lay. Eben looked at Marle and smiled. Marle looked confused. "You were a part of making all these women happy too, Marle," Eben said. "I guess it's fitting that assuring your daughter's happiness lifts the last of your burden." Marle still looked confused as he turned his eyes on Eben. He began to glow like the Spirit of Christmas Past had. Eben watched and held on to the Marle's hand. The light from Marle grew brighter and brighter until all Eben saw was white. Marle's hand heated up until Eben had to let go. He sat back and bathed in the whiteness of Marle's freedom. It took a long time for his eyes to recover. He laughed when the room came into focus. Roberta and Marlene were by his desk looking at him worriedly. "What was that light?" Roberta asked. "It was so bright it woke me up, but I didn't see anything," Marlene said standing close to Eben instinctively reaching for the comfort of skin to skin contact. Eben reached up, turned her and pulled her into his lap. Her mouth was ready for his kiss. He broke it and looked into her eyes. "You're coming home with me tonight," he told her. Marlene started to shake her head but froze at the hardening in Eben's eyes. She nodded and Eben rewarded her with another kiss. He reached down and put a hand on the inside of her thighs. He sat back and pulled Marlene open. Eben looked at Roberta with a smile. "Why don't you tell me if Brenda is going to like her Christmas gift?" Eben said to her. Roberta looked between Marlene's legs then at Eben. She laughed as she knelt to return Marlene's favor. Marlene's head fell back on Eben's shoulder at the first touch. Eben turned so he could whisper into her ear. "Merry Christmas and many Happy New Years." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-11-16 Last Modified: 2005-02-23 / 10:03:31 am Version: 2.00 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------