Storiesonline.net ------- Wes and Les by Old Fart Copyright© 2004 by Old Fart ------- Description: Wes Loves Les. Wes Loves Mom. Wes Loves Sam. A Love Story. Second Place Winner, 2005 Golden Clitorides Awards for Best Story by a New Author. Codes: mf mF rom 1st teen humor inc mother son bro sis span oral anal mastrb fist doct ------- ------- Prelude The house was quiet as I walked down the stairs headed for the kitchen. She was laying on the kitchen table, reading some magazine, wearing her blue and gold cheerleader's uniform. Her legs weren't long enough to reach the floor and her right foot was swinging a little bit. It was the standard cheerleader's uniform - the panties were blue, thicker than normal panties but not quite shorts. Her butt was facing me as I came through the kitchen door. I stopped in my tracks as I saw her. I don't know how long I stood there just watching her. She was so beautiful. My first love, who didn't want to have anything to do with me. I decided then that if she was going to give it up for that Neanderthal football player, I might as well get my shot in, too. The whole thing was like a dream. I stayed over at the kitchen door and saw my body move over towards her. My arms reached around in front of me and slid my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I was as hard as I'd ever been. I took another step and pulled her shorts to the side and jammed my cock into her cunt. Being a virgin who had never seen a naked woman, I was lucky to find it right away. I don't quite know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. She was completely dry and my cock hurt going into her. She screamed and tried to turn around and see who was violating her but I had one hand pushing her down onto the table. I've never felt as anger like that before. She kept crying out, things like "no", "wait", "please", and I kept pumping into her. She had loosened up a bit and felt moister. Another two or three pumps and I found what I'd been expecting. Her pussy grabbed me like a moist, warm velvet glove. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I pumped once more then pushed in as far as I could and came. She was softly crying, her body shuddering with each sob. I'd removed my hand from her back sometime towards the end, but she just stayed on the table, grabbing onto the far edge with white-knuckled hands. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. As I looked down, I saw that it wasn't just covered in come but there was blood on it, too. A lot of blood. I wasn't over near the kitchen door anymore. I was right there, looking at the blood on my cock and the blood seeping out of her, hearing the gentle sobs, seeing her body shudder every few seconds. Like a zombie I pulled up my shorts and stumbled out of the kitchen door into the back yard. I leaned against the side of the house and threw up. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, stumbled towards the garage, grabbed my bike and took off. ------- Chapter 1 Summertime, 1965, La Mesa California. What could be better. I had turned 15 in April and had just finished my freshman year at Grossmont High. I had enough lawn jobs to keep me in spending money but still have time to myself. My best friend Joey had to go to summer school 3 days a week but that still left two days plus the weekend to screw around. It was a quieter time. The shrinks hadn't taken over the schools yet and convinced everyone that nobody was responsible for anything. A drive by was some high school seniors riding past in a convertible and mooning some girls walking home. The biggest crime in the neighborhood was when some kids would TP a house after the Friday night game. Helmets and kneepads were required for the wrestling team. If someone had been foolish enough to insist that they would be required by law if you wanted to ride a bike we would have laughed him out of school. Joey and I both had 1000's of miles on our bikes and the worst that had happened was we had to brake hard a few times. Our bikes were our freedom. Of course, that would change down the road. For us, being 16 and having drivers licenses would mean the bikes would soon be forgotten. For society as a whole, the next 40 years would see a nation that was afraid to let a child walk alone a few blocks, much less ride a bike for miles. But in '65, it was nothing for us to get up at 4 in the morning, ride 20 miles to the beach, play all day and get back home at 10 or 11 at night. Or head the opposite direction to Julian or Ramona for the day. Joey and I had been inseparable since he and his family moved next to us 11 years before. We were always in the same class, baseball team, scout troop, swimming class. If there was something to do, we did it together. The first year of high school I was number one on the cross country team and he was number two. With all our bike riding, each of us could run for days without getting tired. Last summer we both went through that crazy teenage growth spurt, so we were both tall and gangly. And we found that we were kind of heroes in our class without having to work too hard at it. Joey wasn't the only person in my life. Mom and Dad had always been there. Dad worked for an electronics firm somewhere in San Diego. He wore a suit to work and did something in an office. I don't know what he did but he seemed to like it. He and I were never really close but got along OK. Mom was always there for us. She never had a paying job (she and Dad got married out of high school), but she did a lot of volunteer work for the Scouts, PTA events, lots of stuff at church. She always made sure she was home when we got back from school so she could give us a snack. She could always find out what was bothering me even when I didn't want to tell her or hadn't figured out was wrong on my own. She had a way of getting information and making you feel happy you gave it up. I could get away with lying to Dad on occasion, but Mom could smell a lie a mile away. She wouldn't say anything, just sigh and look real sad. It just wasn't worth the guilt to try and pull anything over on her. And it wasn't just me - my little brother could never get away with anything either. Somehow my sister could, though. I never figured out how, but she could bluff her way out of just about any situation she got into with Mom. And she had Dad wrapped around her little finger and could play him like a puppet. I'm not saying that my little sister was some kind of devil. But neither of us were little angels, either. She just had a way of getting away with stuff or lessening the blow on something. Or getting something she wanted with a bat of her eyelashes. By the way - my name's Wesley, my sister's is Leslie. I was born April 23, 1950, Leslie was born January 23, 1951. That's right, nine months to the day. Mom and Dad always joked about Leslie being conceived in the hospital. They were the only ones who knew how much truth there was to that. Anyway, when Mom first saw Leslie, she said she looked like my twin and that's how she got her name. The two of us got sick of the "Wes & Les" jokes as soon as we could talk. Our little brother was sort of a surprise when he came along. Mom said it had something to do with the overnight hospital stay she had a while before he was born. Anyway, Mom liked the name Jasper but it became Jaz before he could roll over in his crib. He was almost 6, had finished the first grade and was in a different world than Les and me. Les and I had been in the same world forever. Before Joey and his sister moved in next door, there wasn't anyone else for either of us to play with. Since I was the older one, she did her share of crawling in the dirt, playing cowboys and Indians (that's Native Americans today) and cops and robbers (unfortunates, not accepted by society, abused as children). I don't like to admit it, but I played house and Barbie a few times. Even at three years old, if Les wanted me to do something bad enough she could get me to do it. Her eyes would start tearing up and she would tell me that it was OK if I didn't want to play dolls with her. But she would sniffle and her body would kind of shake between words. To this day I don't know if she had any control over it - I know I had no defense. I'd melt and agree to do whatever it was she wanted. She might have a couple of tears running down her dirty face, but as soon as I agreed she would smile a smile that would bring a lump to my throat. I would suddenly be totally happy to do something I previously wouldn't have been caught dead doing. To this day, Les can make me feel totally happy and fulfilled giving her whatever she wants. The other person in our group was Sam. Samantha was 15 months younger than Joey. I guess her parents had enough patience to get Joey settled at home before starting on another kid. Sam and Les hung out a lot. They weren't as close as Joey and I, but they were still best friends. I was always there for Les from the time she came home from the hospital. There were some things I did with Joey alone, she would play with Sam or find some other way of entertaining herself. There were other things that all four of us did and a lot of the time it was me and Les. If I was going to the movies or the pool, Mom would make me take Les along. I'd bitch and moan as any boy was supposed to, but I enjoyed spending time with her. She was always special to me. Of course, Joey was forced to drag Sam along as well, so a lot of the time it was the four of us. One of my first memories of Les being more than just this girl who was always around happened when I was three. The whole family was in the back yard. Dad was cooking hamburgers on the grill after church, I was chasing a laughing and screaming Les around the back yard. She stumbled and I ran into her and knocked her over. She was fine until she looked down at her knee and saw the blood. She immediately turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying that I should make it better. It was as if she knew that I was the only person in the world who could fix it. I carried her into the house, gently washed it out, put some Bactine on it and made up a bandage that covered her knee and a couple of inches above and below. I had to kiss it better, of course. She wouldn't let anybody touch that bandage for two days. I didn't realize it at the time, but I totally took charge of the situation as soon as she told me to make it better. Mom told me later that she tried to get up to help and found that she couldn't get out of her chair until I was almost in the back door. After Les was patched up, I put her on her bed to take a nap. She kissed me and thanked me for fixing her knee and went right to sleep. I went into the back yard and my father sat me down and talked to me. It's one of the few times he ever talked to me as a person, as an equal. He said he was proud of the way I took care of my sister and it was my responsibility to make sure that nothing bad ever happened to her if I could help it. It was as if I had been given a sacred trust. I knew that I needed to be there for my baby sister for the rest of our lives. As fas as Les was concerned, I became a hero or a god. Her big brother could do no wrong. Mom or Dad might tell her to do things and she might or might not do them. But if I said something to her with that serious, no fooling tone of voice, she did it, no questions asked. I never abused that trust. There was nothing that was going to harm my sister as long as I was around. That all changed when I started Jr. High. ------- Chapter 2 I was 12 and Les was 11 when I started Jr. High. I don't know about today, but back then Jr. High was a rite of passage. You went to a completely different school, you were in a new social class, you were no longer a kid. Instead of going a couple of blocks to the elementary school, I rode my bike almost 2 miles. There were parties, school dances, sports, all kinds of things that didn't exist in elementary school. This was no place for a kid sister to be hanging around. I never said anything. I think Mom probably sat Les down and told her she was going to have to let me go. But I think she was ready to spread her own wings, as well. Les's body was going through some major changes. She and Mom started having secret conversations around the same time each month. I was told to leave them alone on several occasions by each of them, something new for me. Les was obsessively covering up parts of her body she hadn't even worn clothes over six months before. Les was also starting to think for herself. She started questioning things. Just because I said it didn't make it true anymore. This all seemed to happen at once. One minute we spent most of our time together and I was her hero. The next minute we hardly communicated with each other. The next year we were both in Jr. High but we led separate lives. She and Sam walked or rode bikes to school, Joey and I went alone. The next year I was a big tough High School kid and wouldn't have had anything to do with her even if she wanted it. So now we were back in the same school. In Jr. High, you're either in the lower class or the upper class. High School was different. Let's face it - there isn't a hell of a lot of difference between freshmen and sophomores. Les and Sam decided they wanted to be cheerleaders. They both tried out and made the JV team. That summer, it seemed that they wore their uniforms all the time, either practicing in the front yard or at school, going over routines with the rest of the squad. Something happened that summer that really bothered me. Les and I had always played hard and were in good shape. We also did well in school. We weren't the nerds of the class or anything, but we both did pretty well, mostly As and Bs. I probably got more Bs than she did, but we both did OK. Well, the center of the varsity football team started paying attention to Les. I thought of it as sniffing around. This guy weighed about 300 pounds and probably did 3rd grade 3 or 4 times. He was 19, she was 14. To complete the stereotype, everyone called him Bubba. Bubba had a GTO convertible, which was the only classy thing about him as far as I was concerned. They didn't go out on dates or anything, but it seemed that every time I rode my bike by the school they'd be talking. I saw him drop her off a couple of times after practice while I was mowing lawns. And it seemed like any time I saw them together she would do something physical like grab a hand or hug him. She developed a giggle that sounded like one a blond with an IQ of 65 would have. She'd sort of glance over at me and have this weird smile like when she was trying to get away with something with Dad. I also saw Les in her uniform. I mean I finally took the time to really look at her. She wasn't the skinny kid I left behind when I took off to Jr. High. She'd grown up in the past three years. A lot. My sister was hot! Now I'd done some growing up, too. The shape of my body wasn't the only thing that had changed when I went through that growth spurt the summer before. There was a batch of new hormones sloshing through my body. I got totally tongue tied whenever I tried to talk to a girl, so I hadn't exercised these hormones yet, but I had a pretty good idea of why a 19 year old loser would be interested in my sister. I knew I had to protect her from this guy. As soon as I was able to get Les alone, I sat her down and told her I didn't want her to see Bubba anymore. Her response was something I'd never heard from her: "FUCK OFF." After I picked my lower jaw up off the floor, I tried to convince her that I knew what I was talking about. She informed me that she was old enough to know exactly what she was doing and that I didn't know what I was talking about. Then she twisted the knife by saying I was just jealous because I couldn't get a girl to go out with me and she'd nabbed a senior before she even started high school. I tried to talk sense into her a few more times but she wouldn't listen. It was Saturday and Mom and Dad had taken Jaz to Sea World and were going to my Aunt's for dinner. I'd just finished trying to convince her again when Bubba drove up in his GTO to take her to practice. Les leaned into me, grabbed my right arm with both hands and said "If you're so concerned about me, where have you been for the last three years?" She gave me a peck on the cheek and ran to the car. She was just exuding sex the way her tail swished as she ran. She climbed in the car and practically sat in Bubba's lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck and gave me that same "make Dad do what I want" smile as he burned rubber and took off. ------- Chapter 3 My bedroom was on the second floor. I had a burning in my throat and my eyes were filled with tears, but I was able to make it upstairs, close the door and fall on my bed before I started crying. What the hell was wrong with me. I'd deserted my sister, the helpless girl I'd sworn to protect so many years ago. She'd had to get by without me to take care of her and now she was going to throw her life away if she hadn't already. The feeling of loss was devastating. Not having Les was like having a chunk of my heart torn out. And it was nobody's fault but mine. I was the one who put being an older kid above protecting her. If I could have changed it all I would have done it in a second. But she was gone. I'd pushed her away. I felt helpless. I hadn't cried since I was about five years old. I never cried with such despair. It was like my life was ruined and I was only now seeing it. Thank God there wasn't anyone around to see me. I don't think I could have stopped myself if there had been. I must have cried myself to sleep. I woke up about three hours later. I was still groggy, not having slept long enough to have done any good. I felt emotionally drained. The house was quiet as I walked down the stairs headed for the kitchen. She was laying on the kitchen table, reading some magazine, wearing her blue and gold cheerleader's uniform. Her legs weren't long enough to reach the floor and her right foot was swinging a little bit. So I raped my sister. ------- Chapter 4 I rode my bike as hard as I could. I don't know where I went, I just had to get away. When I finally came to my senses I was out near Lakeside. I looked over into a nearby yard and there was a four year old boy chasing a three year old girl. They were both laughing. He caught up to her and they just stood there hugging each other. The smiles on their faces made it evident how much they loved each other. And I grew up. I knew I couldn't run away. I had to go back and confront Les. And do whatever I could to make it right. I spent the ride back coming up with questions. Would Les ever talk to me again? Would I have to explain why I raped my sister to my parents? Would they send me away somewhere? Have me arrested? What if Les was pregnant? Or if I'd caused some kind of damage to her? And most important, how could I do this to my sister? It started raining the last 15 minutes or so and I was soaked by the time I got home. I put my bike in the garage and went into the kitchen. There was a note on the table from Les saying that Mom, Dad and Jaz were spending the night at our Aunt's house and wouldn't be back till tomorrow afternoon. That meant I had a chance to talk with Les before my parents got home. I walked upstairs after determining that Les wasn't on the first floor. It felt like I was walking toward the gas chamber but I kept going. Her door was pushed to but not closed and there was a light on in her room. I hadn't realized it was dark. I tapped on her door without opening it. "Who is it?" "It's me, Les. Can I come in?" "I guess so." I pushed open the door and saw that she was lying on her bed, her head propped up on a couple of pillows so she could see me. She had her "don't mess with me" robe on. It started at her ankles and went up to her neck with buttons all the way. She looked kind of stiff. She had slippers with little bunny heads on them, but I wasn't about to make any jokes about her foot ware. She was looking right at me with absolutely no emotion on her face. It seemed that we looked at each other for hours before she spoke. "What do you want, Wesley?" Uh oh. I can't remember her ever calling me Wesley. I took a deep breath and somehow said "We need to talk" without crying. "You're dripping all over my carpet. Go take a shower and get into some dry clothes and I'll hear what you have to say." Still no emotion. I'd never seen her this cold before. I'd forgotten I was wet. I sort of jumped and grunted and went into my room. I grabbed some shorts and went into the bathroom down the hall. I turned on the shower to warm it up and started to get out of my wet clothes. It was then that I realized I had an erection. Oh God. Had I been hard when I was in Les's room? Had she seen anything? Is that why she was so cold? I looked at my face in the mirror and said "For God's sake, she's your sister." It didn't do any good. I got in the shower and let the water play on me. It was hot by now and felt good on my back. I turned around, let my chin rest on my chest, closed my eyes and just stood there with the hot water playing on my head. And then I took myself in my hand and started playing with myself. Lightly, softly, slowly. Not my usual rush. All the time with a picture of Les in my head. My hand and my prick were no strangers to each other and hadn't been for 4 or 5 years. But I'd never been as gentle. I stood there in my own little world with the hot water coming down on my head picturing my sister. I imagined feeling something scratchy against my butt and a second hand exploring my cock, slower and more sensual than my own. I let out a sigh and enjoyed the feeling. It took a couple of minutes for me to realize that I wasn't imagining the scratchiness or the new hand. I stiffened up and an arm went around my body, a body pressed to my back and I heard "SSH. Just relax and enjoy it." It was a whisper. I had no idea who it was behind me. Well, maybe a little idea, but I didn't know for sure. What I did know is that I felt tits against my back and a hand on my cock. I immediately started spewing semen all over the front wall of the shower. It went on and on and on like it would never end. I heard a giggle next to my right ear and my sister said "Well, are you going to run away again or are you going to clean up your mess this time?" She then swatted me on the ass. I turned around and she wasn't there. I looked around the shower curtain in time to see her go through the bathroom door into the hallway, wearing her robe. ------- Chapter 5 I was so confused I felt dizzy. The girl had I left bleeding on the kitchen table a few hours ago who gave me that emotionless look when we were in her room less than half an hour ago is now giving me a hand job and laughing about me cleaning up my mess. It just didn't make any sense. If there was any way I could could have disappeared without having to face any of this I would have. But I knew it would just get worse the longer I let it go. I was brought back to reality when the shower water turned cold all of a sudden. I turned off the shower, got out and dried off. I just had a pair of gym shorts, so I put them on. I walked out of the bath into the hallway. Les's door was pushed to, not locked again. Again, I carefully knocked on her door. "Come in, Wesley." One thing for sure, I wasn't out of the doghouse yet. She was like she had been 45 minutes ago. Her head was propped up on a couple of pillows. She had that robe on that went from just under her chin to just above her feet. She had those stupid pink bunny slippers on. "Les, I'm sorry." I looked at her hopefully. "What are you sorry about?" Still that emotionless stare that was starting to eat through me. "The whole thing down in the kitchen. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, and forced you, and held you down and run off leaving you there. I don't know what came into me. I think the whole thing with Bubba and you not listening to me and not wanting me to watch out for you and not having you as my baby sister anymore all added up and I just went crazy." "You know you hurt me, Wesley. Don't you?" "Oh God, Sis, I'm sorry. The last thing in the world I'd ever want to do to you is hurt you. If there's anything I can do to you to make it up to you, just say the word. You know I love you more than life itself." "Well, you know I'm real sore down there. Maybe you could fix it like you used to when I got hurt." "God, Les. If I could, you know I would. But I can't wash it off and spray Bactine on it and put a bandage over it like I used to when you'd scrape your knee." "That was nice, but what really made me feel good was when you would kiss it better. I want you to kiss it better, Wes." I was shocked. First of all, this was my little sister. And this was where she peed. It was dirty and disgusting. But then I remembered the last (and only) time I saw her down there. It was oozing my semen and a lot of blood. And it looked pretty red. She'd been sobbing when I left and practically screaming for me to leave her alone when I'd been raping her. And all she wanted was me to kiss her. I knew I had to pretend to do something if she was ever going to forgive me. How bad could it be - I just gave her a quick peck on the knee or elbow when I kissed a scratch or scrape. "What do you want me to do?" "Just start undoing buttons on my robe from the bottom. Stop when I tell you." I looked at Les again. She didn't have that cold look on her face anymore. I realized she had that combination of expectation, fear, anticipation that she had as a little girl when she almost had me convinced to do something she wanted. "OK." Her face broke out in that smile I hadn't seen for years. I realized I'd been missing it, craving it ever since I took off for Jr. High the first day. This smile would melt snow covered mountains. It would turn off a rainstorm and bring out the sun. I felt like I was melting. I laid my chest on the bottom of her bed with my elbows on either side of her feet. I undid the bottommost button on her robe. It was about 8" up from the bottom hem. I took the two sides and opened them up. I could see her ankles and about 4" of her calves. The next button was about 3" further up, another 3" and I had the next one undone. She was uncovered from her knees on down. Now, I'd seen her legs and her knees more times than I could count. But never like this. Her skin was so smooth. I could see pores all up and down the inside of her calves. They were a dark tan color from being exposed to the sun for most of the summer. Her knees had dimples that for some reason I thought looked cute. I don't think I'd ever used or even thought the word cute before. I lightly kissed her right knee as I had 11 years before when she fell in the back yard. I heard a rapid intake of breath and felt her whole body shiver. I lifted up my head and looked up at Les's face. She had her eyes closed and this intense look of concentration. Her right index finger was in her mouth from side to side. It looked like she was biting down on it. I kissed the other knee and got a milder shiver. The next button was just above her knees. I had to move up a bit to reach it comfortably. As I moved up on the bed I realized I had a very hard dick. With gym shorts and no underwear on I'm sure it was something to see. I didn't pay any attention to it. Three inches more put me almost in the middle of her thighs. As I spread the robe open, I saw her thighs up close. They were smooth but without the visible pores of her calves. The tan matched all the way down. Another move up the bed. Another button, three inches further up. Her crotch was still covered but not by much. The next button would expose her sex completely. I moved my head up a bit and was ready to move my hands to the next button when I got a better look at the tops of her legs. She was still tan and still smooth, but she was not shaved. The tops of her thighs had sparse, almost invisible hair. You might call it down. I guess it didn't show and she never shaved it. Her legs were apart two inches or so where the robe was open. I leaned up and softly kissed one thigh on the inside, a couple of inches below her sex. Her body flipped out. She slammed her thighs together and pulled her knees up, just missing my chin. Both hands had shot down to her thighs and gone inside them just before they closed. Her body shuddered and she made a noise like nothing I'd ever heard. It was kind of an intake of breath combined with a moan and a sort of squeak. Her formerly smooth legs were covered in goose pimples from the top to the bottom. "Les. Are you OK?" No answer. I looked up at her and her eyes were raised up into her head leaving the white from the bottom part of her eyeball exposed. I moved up and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her as tight as I could while anxiously watching her face. It was a good two minutes before anything happened. Her thighs were still grabbing her hands and her knees were almost touching her chest. Her whole body was tense. She finally started to relax a little. She pulled out her hands and her arms settled down next to her body. Her knees came down and her legs were almost flat on the bed again. Her eyes were now closed. She moaned again and her whole body shuddered. The goose bumps had dissipated. Finally she opened her eyes, looked over at me and smiled, then put her left arm behind my head and pulled it down to her chest. "Oh, shit," were the first words out of her mouth since I started with the bottom button. I lay there, feeling the warmth of my sister's chest, feeling totally safe and satisfied with her arm hugging me to her breast. Time went by. She finally loosened her grip and I looked up at her face. "Weren't you doing something?" she asked. "Are you sure you're OK?" "I'm fine. You've got one more button. Get to work." I moved back down the bed and opened the last button. This was a couple of inches above the bottom of her pelvis. I spread open the robe and beheld the delights below me. Now, you've got to remember. This was 1965. There was no Internet. The X-rated film industry was just that - film. If you were 18 you could go to a sleazy movie theater in downtown San Diego or and even sleazier adult book store in the same area and put quarters in a slot for a couple of minutes of a movie. I'd had a few days of sex education in the 6th grade that consisted of pictures of flowers and bees and drawings shown on the screen with the overhead projector. I've always been an intelligent student, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I figured that it would all make sense sometime down the road. (I've never been able to tie what I saw in 6th grade to what I've seen between women's legs for the past 40 years.) What I saw when I lifted that robe was nothing like the overhead slides from 6th grade. The first thing I saw was a thatch of curly hair below her stomach. The hair on Les's head was kind of a caramel color. Not blond, but definitely not brown. Playing in the sun all summer had put streaks in her hair that were almost blond but not quite. Her hair was straight and smooth and came down about three inches below her shoulder blades. Her hair always smelled good, especially after she washed it. This hair was a little darker but was very curly. I nuzzled it with my nose and it felt good. But not as soft as the hair on her head. The only comparison I can come up with is this hair was almost like a Brillo pad that had had a shit load of softener on it. She shuddered and moaned when I stuck my nose in it. I moved down a bit and opened her legs so I could see what she had down there. Again, this was all new territory. I'd gotten a quick look at it earlier today. She'd been on her stomach and I was looking next to the panties I'd pulled to the side. I was so far out of it I hadn't seen anything when I started. When I withdrew, I saw some kind of opening but my attention was on the blood that was oozing out. This looked nothing like what I'd seen earlier today. It was really just a slit that run from above her butt to below her pelvis. There was a bit of extra skin down towards the bottom. There were some wisps of hair on either side of the slit. Well, I figured. This wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. I leaned in a bit and kissed on the slit between her legs. She kind of pulled her body in and there was another one of those intakes of breath. I moved back up to her face. "All Better," I said. I was feeling pretty good about myself. Her eyebrows came together and her face got kind of dark, like the sky just before a storm. "You don't think you're going to get off that easy, do you? Get back down there and finish what you started!" "But I don't know what you want." Tears were coming down my face. Les grabbed me and pulled me to her chest for a moment. She picked my head up and looked me in the eye. "I'll help you out. Just do what I say." I made my way down to her crotch and was looking at the slit. "Take your index finger and wet it in your mouth." "Good." "Now, gently ease it into the slit, down towards the bottom." There was a little give and suddenly the slit had an opening at the bottom. And there was a little gold drop ready to fall off onto the bed. "God, Sis, there's pee in there." "It's not pee, Wes. When a girl gets excited she creates moisture. You don't know what you just did to me." "So now what? Do I kiss it?" "Wet your finger again and open me a bit further. That's it. Just move the finger up toward the top, slowly." I followed directions. As I came to the top, I felt something in the way of the slit, some kind of bump. I ran my finger over it as I moved up. Both hands immediately covered it up and she made a kind of "eek" sound. "That's my clit. It's very sensitive. Don't put any direct pressure on it or you'll hurt me." "Sorry." "That's OK. Now I want you to do what you just did with your tongue." "God, Sis. That's gross. Do I have to?" "YES!" "OK." I stuck my tongue out and put it in the bottom part of the slit. I moved up toward the top. When I got up there, I experimentally brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue. She pulled her body tight and there was an immediate hiss, but she didn't stop me. Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought. I backed up and took a look at what I'd done. It wasn't just a slit. There were these kind of ridges that had opened up. I guess they were the edges of the slit before. These ridges were a kind of gray color. I expected to see a hole but all I saw was some pink and coral stuff. It was kind of hard to see what it was. It look kind of like the inside of a jellyfish or raw shrimp. More solid than anything else, but really easy to move around. I saw a few more golden drops at the bottom. I was starting to get into this. I headed back down for another run but came up short. I smelled something. I was like nothing I ever smelled before, but as soon as I smelled it I felt my prick stiffen. I pushed my tongue out all the way and pushed it into the bottom part of the trough that used to be a slit. To my amazement my tongue just went inside her. The smell seemed 10 times stronger as I went in. There was also a taste on my tongue that matched the smell. And Les tried to tighten her legs (with my head between them) while making some kind of screech, then an "OH, GAWWWWWD." Well, I'd been told to kiss this better and I was damn well going to do it. I pushed her legs back open, pulled back a bit and out my hands between her thighs. Using my thumbs, I gently pried her open. Yep, there was definitely a hole down there. It was between the size of a dime and a nickel. This part of her body was all that pink / coral color, but the opening looked kind of red, almost as if it was raw. This must have been where I was forcing my cock earlier today. Jeez, it wasn't that big a hole compared to the width of my cock. I must have really hurt her. I leaned in and gently kissed the damaged portion. I continued to look at what I'd opened up. When I got to the top I saw the bump sticking out. That was her clit. I gently kissed it to hear a hiss from my sister. It was time to stop messing around. I put my elbows down on the bed on either side of her thighs. I reached under her with both hands and grabbed her ass. Now this was a part of her body that I'd admired many times in shorts, bathing suits, nighties and her cheerleader costume. I hadn't seen it since we took baths together who knows how long ago. I knew she had an ass to die for. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I had one cheek cupped in each hand. It felt like it was made for my hands. It was strong and firm and round and muscular and smooth and I wanted to flip her over and bury my face in it. But I had a job to do. I pulled her up with my hands up to my mouth. I stuck my tongue in the hole at the bottom and licked the juices that had pooled there. The taste and smell was indescribable. I now knew why tomcats would howl for hours near a female in heat. Les squealed again. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, DON'T STOP!" OK, she likes it. I must be doing it right. I kept on licking. And at that moment, I became addicted to pussy. I licked and I licked and she moaned and she groaned and she finally said "Higher." So I moved up and damned if that little clit hadn't gotten bigger. I took a few tentative swipes at her clit and she would shiver and moan and say "Don't stop". Pretty soon my tongue started to hurt. I wrapped my mouth around the outside of her clit and sucked. There was an "EEEYAAAH" sound about an octave higher than anything so far, so I figured I was doing OK. I could use my tongue now that I didn't have to stick it out of my mouth so I sucked the whole clit into my mouth and massaged the top of it with the top of my tongue. She started moving her hips rapidly, pushing her clit into and out of my mouth. Well, more like bucking, really. I grabbed onto her thighs to keep from being thrown off the bed and continued to suck and massage. By this time the smell of a woman in heat was overwhelming. I had the thought that she'd never get it out of the mattress, no matter how many times she washed the bedclothes. There was a final buck and she remained about a foot and a half above the bed. Her thighs clamped on my head and I thought it was going to get crushed like a walnut. And her hands grabbed my hair, pulling and pushing, clenching and unclenching. If I didn't have my mouth full of clit and my head crushed between her thighs, I might have told her to make up her damn mind. I don't think she would have heard me. She was making noise that hurt my ears even with her thighs clamped down on them. And using words that weren't very ladylike. I heard (in no particular order) "GOD, SHIT, FUCK, BASTARD, MOTHER FUCKER, CUNT, COCK, PRICK, PUSSY" and several others. She seemed to be pretty excited. I think I was turning blue from lack of breath when she finally let go of my hair and unclamped my thighs. I still had her clit in my mouth and she pushed me away and covered herself up with both hands. Her butt was flat on the bed but her legs were on their sides somehow, her knees bent and everything closed up. He face had some tension in it but wasn't really scrunched up. Her cheeks were flushed and the flush seemed to go down under her robe. Her eyes were closed. There were tear tracks from the corners of both eyes. After a couple of minutes she opened her eyes. She looked kind of dazed. After a while she focused a bit and saw me looking at her expectantly. I'd figured she was OK, but she was really out of control for quite a long time and I wanted to make sure she was alright. When she focused on me she smiled a lazy smile that told me that everything was OK. I let out some breath that I didn't realize I'd been holding. She pulled me down to her chest and squeezed me tight. She kissed the top of my head and sighed "Thank You" into my ear. I said "My pleasure" and we both laughed. After we were done snuggling, I lifted myself up and proved once again what an idiot I am. I looked at her smiling face and said "So, is this what you and Bubba do?" She slapped me so hard she knocked me off the bed onto the floor. ------- Chapter 6 I put my hand to my face. My little sister could really pack a punch. Hard to believe that little girl could hit me so hard. When the hell was I going to learn to keep my big trap shut? I looked up at Les. There were tears coming down her face. It was obvious I'd said the wrong thing, but I didn't know why. I know it sounded kind of crude, but I also knew there was no way that Bubba would be hanging around her unless he was getting something for his trouble. There was something here I wasn't getting. "Sis?" (Sniffle) "What?" "I'm sorry I was so crude. It's just that the way you and Bubba are together and that you get upset any time I try to talk to you about him I figured you must be doing something." "Well, we're not." sniff "I don't get it. Every time I turn around you're wrapping yourself around him." "Wesley, you have to be the densest person I ever met. There is no Bubba." "But he brings you back and forth from cheerleading practice all the time and I see you hanging around with him all the time. How can you say there's no Bubba?" "Do you remember how it used to be when we were kids? How you and I spent all the time together? How I used to practically hang on you?" "Yeah." (Came out kind of like Yeah-Uh - I still didn't have a clue about what she was talking about). "Have you noticed how I've been trying to get your attention ever since you started Jr. High?" "Not really." "See? You are dense. I've done everything but lie down on the ground so you'd trip over me." "I still don't understand what you mean by no Bubba. Every time I turn around you're hanging on him." "Oh Bubba's harmless. He wants to get together with Darcy. She's a junior on my cheerleading squad and doesn't want to have anything to do with him. I kind of convinced him I might be able to help him change her mind." "But every time I see you guys... " "That's right. Every time you see us. Do you know how much work it's been to get him to be where you were so I could make you jealous? I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I don't think I can ever love anyone else as much as I do you. It felt like you ripped my heart out when you started Jr. High and didn't want to have anything to do with me." "God, I'm sorry Sis. I didn't know. I've kind of felt that way the past few weeks when I tried to talk to you about Bubba and you wouldn't listen. I think that's part of the reason I went so crazy today down in the kitchen." (Was it really just this morning?) "That's OK. I just wish you had included me in it a little more so I could have enjoyed it, too. Do you know how long I was laying on that stupid table waiting for you to find me?" Now wait a minute. She was waiting for me to find her? I may be dense but I'm not stupid. Well, maybe I am. "Waiting?" "Yeah. Waiting. I pulled out all the stops. I got Mom to convince Dad to take them all out to Sea World. And I got you so pissed off you couldn't see straight. I figured when you saw my cute little ass you would act like a bull with a red flag. I just didn't think you'd be quite as wild. And when you took off like that, it really threw me for a loop. I had to leave a message with Aunt Peg to make sure they all spent the night so I had some time to handle you." The whole subject of fate, predestination and free will was swirling around in my head. I felt like I was just a puppet and Les held the strings. "Mom." "Oh yeah, Mom. She's been great. She's known I was going to give you my cherry since I had my first period. She got me on the pill last spring." "Cherry?" "Well, what do you think all that blood was from? You popped my cherry this morning." It seemed like there was something I should think about regarding this whole situation but I was finding out that every time I thought I got in trouble. I decided I was going to do whatever she had planned sooner or later and it would be better to just go along with it. Besides, my jaw hurt where she'd hit me the last time I tried to think. "I give up Sis. What's next?" Again the smile. I felt like I was falling in to her. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up. Her robe fell back together even though it was undone almost to her stomach. She gracefully bent her legs and reached out for my hand. She guided me up. It wasn't like she pulled my weight up off the floor, it was kind of like she indicated where she wanted my body and it kind of flowed up. Before I knew it I was looking down into her eyes. God, what a vision of loveliness. A lot had happened to my sister since I stopped paying attention to her. She hadn't grown tall like me. I was pushing 6 feet. She was about 8 inches shorter than I was. She had that blue robe on and her blue eyes just sparkled. Her caramel colored hair was flowing smoothly down her back and smelled wonderful. Her face was glowing. Not a blemish to be seen. I held her hands in mine and kind of swung back so I could take a look at her. There is a time in a young girl's life where she is ripe. Just like a peach on the tree, ready to burst, she's ready to be picked. It almost hurts to look at a woman who has reached this point. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could also feel my prick pounding in my shorts, almost like our old dog used to, pulling against the leash trying to get to that fire hydrant. My cock was insistent but I just wasn't ready for it to do anything yet. I put my attention back on Les. She had her eyes closed, a dreamy look on her face. Not the dazzling thank-you smile I was so in love with but a kind of contented "boy, you ain't seen nothin' yet" smile. I pulled her back to me and wrapped my arms around her. She had to strain to look up at me because her head was down at my chest. I loosened my grip and scrunched down. She turned her head up with a smile on her face and I went in to kiss her. We started to fall and had to straighten out to maintain our balance. We both laughed. "This isn't going to work." Both of us. At the same time. "I know." Les got on her bed on her knees, facing me. We were finally face to face. She was so beautiful, glowing and shining and sparkling. I hurt. I leaned closer. She tilted her head back and her lips opened. Now for the moment of truth. I'd never kissed a girl before. I tilted my head so our noses didn't bump into each other. I opened my mouth to match hers and we touched lips. I don't know what we did. I don't know if her tongue went in my mouth or mine in hers. Her lips were the softest, moistest things I had ever experienced. It was like we were a dance team who had been dancing together for years. If she started to do something with her lips, I knew exactly what to do to counteract. If I did something, she automatically followed along. I felt as if we were melting into each other. I can't put it into words. It isn't that our lips were the only thing we were aware of. We were even past that. It seemed as if our souls merged together. I was aware of her body pushing against mine with my arms around her waist pulling her closer and her lips molding to mine and mine to hers, but those things were in the background and didn't seem to have anything to do with us. The longer we kissed, the more everything around us faded away and we became one. After a couple of lifetimes of kissing each other, we came up for air. Les had a smile that made me want to beat my chest and give out a Tarzan yell. She looked so fulfilled and I knew I had done it. Well, she'd helped some, too. The expression "made for each other" flitted through my head. She pushed me away. I was ready to try to grab her back but I thought about what happened the other times I tried to do something on my own. She was directing this, I was going to sit back and let her. She laid down on the bed. Her head was on a pillow and she was on her side, facing me. She straighted out her robe so it wasn't open. She patted the bed in front of her and said "Come 'ere." I felt like a puppy who's been forgiven for peeing on the carpet and got down in front of her on the bed as quickly as possible. She stroked my face and said "God, I love you." I choked up and had to wait a few seconds before I could tell her I loved her, too. We kissed again. Time had no meaning, but it can't have been more than a couple of hours that we explored each other's mouths and souls. During one of my breathers Les looked at me, pushed me back about 6 inches, kind of nodded her head and said "What are we gonna do about that?" I didn't know what she was talking about. I looked between us and could see my gym shorts poking out. I must have been mashing that thing into her for hours. The shorts were gray. At least that's the color they had been when I pulled them out of my dresser. Now the front of them was wet. It looked like I'd dunked the front of them in the toilet. No kidding, there was a wet spot that had to be 10 inches in diameter. It looked like I'd come in my pants a couple of times, but I knew I hadn't. "Oh shit. I guess you're not the only one who produces moisture when you get excited." Les laughed and wrapped her hand around the bulge in my shorts. "Ooh, slimy." She reached behind me and wiped her hand on my ass. God, that felt good. Then she scooted down and proceeded to pull my shorts down. She had a little trouble getting the front part of the waistband to clear my obstruction, but she managed. After she had my pants off, she kind of threw them over me so they landed on the floor. She then proceeded to check out what she'd uncovered. "Ooh. What do we have here?" She touched the tip and it jumped. "I can see I'm going to have to take some serious time to get to know you." It was like I was unimportant, she was talking to my cock. I was still on my side, kind of leaning forward so I could see what she was doing. She moved up and looked in my eyes, then pushed me down on my back. "You just stay there. I'm going to be busy for a while." I kept my mouth closed. I was learning. She scooted down on the bed and started touching and talking to my cock. "Oh, you poor baby. Have we been neglecting you? It looks like you've been crying. Is there something I can do for you? You look so sad." I was kind of lying stiffly on my back. My hands were on either side of my butt, fists clenched. She was picking it up, looking at it from different angles, moving her head from side to side as she talked to it. Almost like a bird checking out a worm. Meantime, I could feel the moisture pouring out of my cock. I knew I'd already come twice today, it felt like another 10 or 15 times and I'd be OK. I guess Les noticed how wet it was. "You poor thing. You're making a mess all over yourself. Here, let me help." I felt something different on the head. Something pushed into the hole. I had to lift my head and look. Les was leaning over my cock. She had one hand wrapped around the bottom and was checking out the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. Oh God. Here was this vision of beauty, licking my cock with her gorgeous hair spread out over my stomach and the tops of my legs. I never saw such a sensuous sight. She stopped. She slowly swung her head around and looked at me. "I thought I told you to lie down." I put my head back down on the mattress. She was talking to my cock again. "What's the matter. Is he bothering you? Look at you. You're soaked. Well, I can fix that." I felt her breath around my cock head. No, she wasn't blowing, it just felt surrounded in warm air. How could she do that? Then the flat of her tongue, pushing against the underpart of the head. Not stiff like before but kind of melting into the head. And then the head was surrounded by warm moisture. I had never felt anything like it. It felt like I was going to push my nails through the palms of my hands. The moisture went down further, over the shaft. There was no doubt about it, she had my cock in her mouth. She was slowly moving down, that soft, wet tongue going down further on the underside with the rest of her mouth. She stopped. She probably had the head and another inch and a half in her mouth. She just stayed there, and then started moving her tongue around. God, it felt good. I was making noises, my fists were tighter, my body would jump every once in a while. And then she tightened her lips and started sucking. The pressure was like nothing I'd ever felt. She eased her mouth up the shaft and up to the head while continuing to suck. And then she stopped and started using that tongue again. Down. Tongue. Suck. Up. Tongue. Down. Tongue. Suck. Up. "Oh god Les. I'm gonna come!" She had the head of my cock in her mouth and was sucking as if she was trying to suck my balls up through the shaft and into her mouth. And while she was doing this, her hand was at the bottom of the shaft, so gentle, moving up and down an inch or so. I know she heard me. If she wanted to keep me in her mouth while I came, that was fine with me. I came. It felt like an electric current that started in my heels, worked it's way up my legs, up to the shaft, and through, into her mouth. It was like I hadn't come in months. Spurt after spurt with such force I was surprised she wasn't pushed backwards. It felt like gallons, coming from the base of my back and into her mouth. I felt Les swallow several times. She wiped her tongue over the whole thing, like some female animal cleaning her young. "You poor baby. Do you feel better now?" ------- Chapter 7 She slid up the bed and looked in my eyes. Her tongue licked around her lips and her eyes were sparkling. "Well, do you want to fuck right away or do you want to get something to eat?" I felt like banging the side of my head with the heel of my hand. Was this my sweet little sister? I didn't know she knew most of the words she was screaming while my head was clamped between her legs. And she had just sucked my soul through my cock and swallowed it. I realized I hadn't eaten since that morning. Her alarm clock told me that it was only 8:45 at night. And I was feeling a bit hungry. "If we stop to eat can we still fuck?" "Oh, yeah, Buddy. You better believe it. By the time Mom and Dad get home tomorrow you'll be lucky if you have enough energy to crawl into your own room." That sold me. I could tell I was going to need some nourishment. "We better eat, then." I got up and started to turn down the hall toward the stairs. "Hey. Were you born in a barn? Put some shorts on at least." Well, she had a point. I went back in her room and picked my gym shorts off the floor. There was no way they were going to be good for anything until they were washed. I threw them in the hamper and grabbed another pair from my dresser. I walked down to go in her room but Les had already left. I walked downstairs, and there she was in the kitchen. She still had her robe on, still had the bunny slippers. Her smooth hair was down her back. She was busy doing something at the counter next to the sink. I was amazed at how beautiful Les looked after all she been through that day. She looked like she'd just come out of the shower and was preparing dinner. I took another chance to look at that fabulous ass of hers. It still stuck out enchantingly, even though she had that robe on. That robe was something else. She got it soon after she started growing up, a present from Mom. I don't know what material it was, but it reminded me of a lightweight version of a quilt. It was blue in color and soft to the touch. It didn't go straight down but was fitted, pulling in to accent her womanly waist. Now, Les had always worn shorty pajamas or cotton nightgowns as a girl. There was always plenty of leg to see when she was watching TV or coming out of the shower. I hadn't seen that for the last 3 years ever since she got that robe. But after my experience today, I had an affinity for that robe. She might not have anything on under it. I know she didn't have anything on as far as I had opened it up earlier this evening. It had enough substance to it that I didn't think I'd see her tits sway, even if they did. I was beginning to see how a mystery could be sexier than having it all on display. Not that I was knocking display. "Whatcha thinkin'?" Her question snapped me out of my daydream. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are." For once I said what I was thinking without putting my foot in my mouth. Her face lit up with a smile and she said "You ain't so bad yourself," as she gave me a quick hug. "There's some leftover roast beef and mashed potatoes. I figure you can use some protein. I already had mine." She made a production of licking her lips. This was definitely not the skinny, pigtailed girl I left to her own devices three years ago. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. It scared me to think how formidable she was going to be as an adult. She made a plate of meat and potatoes for me and proceeded to sit on my lap and "try" about half of it. Fortunately there was more so I didn't starve. She made sure I didn't get too full. "I don't want you conking out on me because you got stuffed. If anyone's going to get stuffed around here, it's gonna be me." We put the dishes away, cleaned off the table and Les looked me over. "OK, big boy. It's time for desert." She headed toward the stairway and like a good boy (puppy dog) I followed. It was enjoyable. I was liking that robe more and more the more I looked at it. She swung into her room and was standing next to her bed. "OK. Off with the shorts." I pushed them down and off my legs and once more I was naked. For one of the few times that evening I wasn't fully hard. Kind of half and half. "Get up on the bed. Put your hands by your sides. And don't bother me while I'm eating. In fact, you need to close your eyes." Well, by now I'd figured out that if I followed her directions that good things would happen. I closed my eyes and waited. She moved my cock up so that it was laying on my stomach. I heard this shshing sound and felt something like a feather on the underside of my cock. Then I felt two of her fingers push down on the middle of my cock. And then it started getting cold. What the hell? She could tell I needed to. "OK, you can look." She was putting a spray can away in the pocket of her robe. My cock was covered in whipped cream and there was a single cherry in the middle. "Oh, my. A Sundae, all for me. With nuts. You took my cherry and now I'm gonna get yours." She softly cradled my balls in her hand. Another unbelievable sensation in a day filled with them. Still holding my sac, she started to gently lick off the cream. Of course, my cock was different than a pie that just came out of the refrigerator. My body heat was causing the cream to melt and flow down between my legs, on my stomach, wherever. Les did a great job of trying to get it all but it was a loosing battle what with her giggling and the speed it was flowing. She finally picked up the cherry and make a big show of holding it between her teeth and biting it in half. She swallowed the cherry, giggled and said "stay there." She ran into the bathroom and got a warm washcloth. She spent a good five minutes wiping me off, making sure all the sticky whipped cream was off me. There is nothing more caring lovers can do for each other than using a warm, wet cloth after sex. Or desert. "OK you lazy bum. What are you gonna do, lay there all day?" She was pulling me off the bed by my arm. When I stood up, she said "God, put some clothes on. You look disgusting." I picked up my shorts and put them on. I wish she'd make up her mind. In the meantime, she'd lain down on the bed. She'd had the grace to take off her bunny slippers. "You need desert, too. Can't have a big, tall boy like you starving cuz he didn't get his desert." She reached into her right pocket and pulled out a can of spray whipped cream. She plunked it down on the end table next to her bed. She then rolled a bit to the side and pulled a jar of cherries out of the other pocket and put them next to the cream. "You don't get any nuts unless you want me to call Joey over here." The idea disgusted me, but I thought it might be fun to call her bluff. For about 1/2 a second. Instead I said "I guess I'll just have to settle for you." She looked like she wasn't sure how to take that until she looked at me and saw the smile on my face. She smiled right back. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, fix your desert." I decided I was going to have some fun with this. Maybe show her that she wasn't always the boss. I looked at her robe. Sometime since I'd kissed her better she'd taken the time to do up all the buttons I'd opened earlier. I decided to take my time and see if I could have her climbing the walls before I was done with her. She was about two feet into the bed. This was way too far for what I had in mind. I grabbed the side of her robe about where her calves we and took hold of another piece just above her waist. She squealed as I pulled her over to the side of the bed. "Close your eyes." She kind of started, then looked at me and followed my order. I didn't do anything for a good three minutes. She had her arms next to her body. After a couple of minutes, I could see her hands opening and closing. She was getting nervous, not knowing what I was going to do to her, which is just what I wanted. I looked over to my left at the table with the whipped cream and cherries on it. I guess it was actually a little dresser. There was a top surface that had a lamp, her alarm clock, her wallet and our "desert". Then there was another shelf below that with a drawer underneath it. There was a hat on that shelf that she got on a trip to Disneyland 8 or 10 years ago. One of those reminders of a fun day that you keep forever, you just can't throw it away. Well, I had a use for that hat because it had a nice blue peacock feather in the brim. I made sure I didn't wreck the hat as I removed the feather. And then I noticed there was a piece of cloth around the brim. It too was removable. It was a two inch strip, about two feet long. Kinky. I held the cloth in my two hands and slowly moved over her. I pushed down so that her eyes were covered and my hands were holding it down on either side of her head. She tried to raise her body and I quickly ordered "Get back down on that bed." She put her hands down at her sides again but they weren't relaxed on the bed. She was opening and closing her hands a bit faster. I smoothed the cloth over the sides of her head, keeping it tight over her eyes. I lifted her head off the pillow and was able to tie it. No knot, if she really wanted to she could grab it over her eyes and just pull it apart. But it was secure over her eyes and I didn't have to hold it tight anymore. I sat back on my haunches and looked her over. I noticed a couple of things about myself. First, my heart was beating faster than normal as was my breathing. And I had a hard on that was working on making a wet spot on my new shorts bigger than the last one. She was still nervously opening and closing her fists, waiting for whatever I was going to do to her to happen. No need to torture the poor girl. I picked up the feather and gently brought it across her face from just above her right eye down to the robe on the left side of her neck. She had that blindfold over her so I just touched her forehead, then next to her nose, down her cheek to the top of her neck. That was evidently enough. Her whole body shuddered and she said "Oh, GOD!" I have to admire her. She didn't try to bring up her hands, although it looked like she was going to move them when I first touched her with the feather. Her teeth were now clenched and she brought her chin up, pushing her face at me, exposing more of her neck, daring me to continue. Not one to back out of a dare, I reversed the path with the feather. From above the left eye, down over the blind fold to just right of her nose, down her cheek and down her neck. She didn't shake but it looked like she was clenching her teeth harder. I leaned my arm over her and caressed her cheek with my hand. Another shudder and a kind of "owowowow" sound and then she seemed to relax. I looked at her lying there on the bed and couldn't believe how lucky I was. "OK, Baby. Relax now." I took the top button of her robe in my hand and gently undid it. I lifted up the side with the button hole, then laid it back down and smoothed it out. She had 14 buttons on that robe. It took me over five minutes to undo them all. At no time was anything exposed. It was a good five minutes since I'd touched her cheek. I hadn't touched anything but the robe near each button since then. But that woman in heat smell was stronger than before, when I was burying my face in her sex. Her body was tense and her hands were clenching again. I noticed that her thighs were clenched together and she was slowly rocking her legs from side to side, almost as if she had to pee. She still had the blindfold on and couldn't see anything. Just above her navel the robe gapped a little. It seemed like it took hours, but I was able to grab the left side in my left hand (no problem, it was the top part) and grab the button underneath it in my right without disturbing her. Of course, she seemed more nervous than ever now. It had been a good ten minutes since I touched her, and five minutes of waiting and wondering since I finished unbuttoning the robe. I pulled up and to the side on both parts of the robe. I could see the sinews in her wrists as she clenched her fists. Once the robe was open, she relaxed. She was still clamping her thighs together. I almost fell over as I opened her robe. Her arms were the only things covered on the front of her body. I'd seen her pubic hair earlier in the day. Her navel looked like a jewel in the middle of her belly. Her breasts stood up proudly on her chest. Everything about her was perfect. Her breasts were not round. Well, they were round but they weren't hemispheres. They were like perfect cones. They were round at the bottom and then gradually moved closer and closer in until they came to perfect ariola about an inch and a half in diameter. Each perfect breast had a perfect nipple in the center. I discovered that nipples tend to stick out when a woman is excited. Hers stuck out. I picked up the feather. I gently moved it from breast to breast, then between them and down to that jewel, then through the fuzzy hair and to where the legs were clamped together, tighter than ever. She shuddered and she moaned and groaned and said "God Damn You," but I knew she didn't really mean it. I leaned over and kissed her right nipple. She hissed as she sucked in a breath. I flicked it with my tongue and she lifted up her arms and put her hands behind my head. She pulled me into her body with surprising strength. "Oh, GAWWWWD!" She liked it. I eased up a bit and moved over to the left breast. I always like to be fair about these things. Just so her right breast didn't get lonely, I lay my hand over it. Her breasts fit my hands. Not as big a fit as her ass cheeks, but they fit. I explored those wonders for about 20 minutes, feeling them in my hands, licking them all over, tweaking the nipples, pulling the nipples up with my lips, you name it, I did it. One thing about Les - she wasn't reserved. She let me know exactly how she felt the whole time. Grunts, moans, squeals, curses and shudders, she let me know what was good and not quite as good. But it was all good. Her upper chest had turned a rosy pink color, her nipples were trying to touch the ceiling and she was breathing heavy when I sat back for a second. She reached up and ripped the blindfold off. "Jesus Fucking Christ. I thought you'd never get done. For God's sake - put that thing in me and fuck me." ------- Chapter 8 It sounded like she meant it. Being the good lover I knew I should be, I assumed some foreplay was in order. I was going to gently nudge her thighs apart when she moved her right foot up next to her hip, stood up on it, moved her ass over a couple of feet and pulled her left foot up next to her hip on that side. Good. I had her legs apart. I figured I would go down on her for a minute or two. I was still on the side of the bed so I moved down to the bottom and put my head between her legs. I couldn't believe how powerful her scent was. Then I looked at the robe underneath her. I thought I'd had a wet spot on my pants. Her robe was soaked. It was over saturated and there was actually a puddle on it. "God Damn it, will you please fuck me?" It sounded like she was going to cry. I stood up and pulled my pants down. Talk about wet spots. We were going to have to do some laundry before the folks got home tomorrow. I climbed up on her, my prick leading the way. "I just want to make sure we do it right, this time." She grabbed my prick and pulled it towards her sex. I heard a squishing sound as she guided me into her center. God, what a sexy sound. Once I was positioned, she grabbed my ass in her hands and pulled me into her. In one motion I was down to the root. I'd thought there could be nothing better than her mouth. Once again, I found out I was wrong. SHIT! It was so wet. And so warm. And so silky. And so tight. And I was home, right where I belonged. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you going to just sit there or are you going to move?" I wanted to say "Sit there," because it felt so good, but it was obvious that her choice was move. After I'd gone a half inch, I knew she had the right idea. The first thing I did was pull back and fall out of her pussy. Immediately there were four hands trying to grab, pull and guide it back in. I took care not to go too far on the up stroke after that. There was no problem on the down stroke. She let me go in as far as I wanted. What do you know. I thought I'd have to go down on her to give her the foreplay she needed. Evidently tickling her with feathers, keeping her blindfolded wondering what I would do next and mauling her breasts for 20 minutes was enough foreplay for her. Go figure. After about 10 strokes she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulled as if she was trying to get my whole body in her pussy, let out a scream (not really let out - the damn thing lasted about two minutes) and started clamping and releasing my cock with her pussy. This clamping also lasted a couple of minutes. Well, I wimped out. I came after the second clamp. I pushed in as far as I could and tried to shoot come out her mouth from the inside. This was unbelievable. Every time I came with this woman was better than the last time. She was tight inside, so I guess there wasn't a whole lot of room. By the time I was done, there was semen coming out around my cock, puddling up on top of her own juices on the robe. I laid down on top of her and felt her heart beat and listened to her scream and felt her clench and unclench for about a minute before she passed out. ------- Chapter 9 I kept holding on to Les. Her heart was pounding and she was breathing fast but she settled down after a couple of minutes. A couple more and she opened her eyes. It took a bit for her to get them in focus and then she looked at me and smiled. "Hey big brother. How are you doing?" "Oh, I'm doin' OK. How are you doin'? I was wondering if you were going to make it." "Me too. But I'm sure I'll be OK after a while." Now that I knew she was OK, I gave her a peck on the head and got up. "Don't go." "I'll be right back." I went into the bathroom, turned on the tap to warm up the water, took a piss, then cleaned myself off. I wet a washcloth and wrung it out. She was lying back with her eyes closed and a look on her face. I'd never seen one but I knew it was a "just fucked" look. I put my hand on her hip so as not to scare her and started to gently clean her nether region. She had been laying on the messy robe, so I rolled her over on her stomach and pulled the robe out from under her, rolled it up as best I could and threw it on the floor. I'd seen it in clothes, I'd felt it in my bare hands, but seeing that ass in the flesh made my heart skip a beat or two. It was gorgeous. I finished cleaning off the mess we'd made, making sure I opened up everything and wiped off any of our juices. It was amazing how wet she got back there. I rubbed her little star when I had her cheeks spread apart and she pushed her tail back at me and moaned. Maybe later. It was pretty obvious that Les needed to get some rest before she continued. I knew I needed some sleep. I threw the washcloth on top of the robe and stood her up on the floor. She didn't want to control her body, so I had to hold her up while trying to get the bed uncovered enough to get her under the sheets. I got her in and she was lying on her stomach holding onto her pillow. "Aren't you coming to bed with me?" She almost sounded drunk. "I'll be right with you. There's something I've got to do first." I swatted that beautiful rump and let the covers drop on her. I picked up the robe, washcloths, and my shorts. I went into the bathroom and picked up the shorts I'd worn earlier. I saw my clothes that had gotten wet in the rain and looked under them just for the hell of it. There was her cheerleader's uniform. I looked at the panties and they had cum and blood stains on them. That would never do. I went into my room, found another pair of shorts, threw them on and went downstairs. We had a washer in the garage. There was a shelf above the washer with all Mom's cleaning supplies and I found something called a prewash that was supposed to take care of stains. I used it on the panties from her uniform, threw all the stained clothers in the washer, put in some Tide and started it up. I figured the clothes would be clean in the morning and we'd still have time to put them on the clothesline to dry before the rest of the family got home. I went back in the kitchen, grabbed some ice water out of the fridge, gulped it down and decided to get a glass for Les. I went upstairs and she was asleep. She looked so beautiful. She was lying in the middle of her full size bed, face down. Her hair was splayed all over the blanket. She had both arms wrapped around her pillow. Her head was down at one corner of the pillow, on her cheek, with her mouth over the edge, an inch or two above the mattress. She sounded like a fucking chain saw. I knew she'd never believe me, but this prime example of adolescent beauty snored like there was no tomorrow. I put the glass of ice water on the nightstand and pulled up the covers to get in. It was a full size bed. There should have been plenty of room for both of us, especially if we were going to sleep in each others' arms as I had planned. She had both legs spread out and was practically taking up the whole bed. I shook her shoulder. "Come on, Les. Move over. Let me in." Her response was to shrug her shoulder and to groan. I swatted her on the butt, I tickled her ear, nothing got her to do more than snort or groan at me. One good thing, somewhere along the line the snoring stopped. I decided enough was enough. I picked up the glass of ice water and dragged the bottom of the glass up her backbone from the top of her butt to where her hair was in the way. An angry moan. I said, loud enough for her to hear me, "Les, you need to move over or you're going to be sorry." She actually said "No" to this. "This is your last chance." "Go away." I held the glass a foot and a half above her back and slowly tipped it over. The water came out slowly, but I still emptied almost half the glass before she realized what was happening to her. She shreaked and levitated off the bed. Then she saw me with the glass of water in my hand and realized that I was the reason for the rude awakening. She jumped up and started beating my chest with her fists. I couldn't help it, I started laughing uncontrollably. Well, that just set her off, so she was pounding on me, not really doing any damage, but now she was crying as well. I ws able to ease over toward the night stand and put the glass of water down, then wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest and murmer that everything was going to be alright into her ear. Fortunately the water had gone on her and hadn't rolled onto the bed. She was up so quickly that most of it just fell on the floor. I eased her back into the bed and made sure there was room for me. I ended up on my back, she was snuggled into my shoulder. Another way our bodies fit each other. I ended up with one hand cupping her butt and the other laying across her breasts. She was pulling that hand into her breast with one hand while she gently stroked my chest with the other. All in all, very relaxing for both of us. It took a while for me to come down. It was hard to believe this had all happened in the last 18 hours or so. I'd been all over the map emotionally, not to mention wondering if I was losing my mind on several occasions. But then I looked at it and realized that Les had had it just as bad as I had. Yeah, she planned a lot of it, but most of it didn't happen the way she envisioned it, I'm sure. Some worse, some better, but all different. I finally dozed off, holding my new-found love in my arms. ------- Chapter 10 I was having the most erotic dream I could remember. This long tongue was lapping at my prick, wrapping around it on each stroke. There was warm breath accompanying the licking. I couldn't believe the talent in this tongue. The licking stopped, I heard a whimper and it started again. Wait a minute. This felt to good to be a dream. No one had this good an imagination. I reached down and sure enough, I felt hair. I moved my hand a bit and felt an ear. Covered in hair? What the hell was going on. I looked at the source of all this pleasure. "Daisy! How did you get in here? What the hell are you doing?" Joey's Golden Retreiver stopped giving me a tongue job, looked at me and barked. Of course Les woke up with all the commotion. It took her a second to figure out what was going on, but with what she'd heard me say, the fact that I had a wet hard on and there was a panting dog with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, she caught on pretty quick. So she started laughing. She finally slowed down a bit, looked over at the end table and saw the glass of water, told me it served me right for getting her wet last night and started laughing again. She was laughing so hard she got the hickups. I gave her the water, hoping it would help, but it didn't. And then I heard Sam, Joey's sister. "Daisy - are you in there? Les. Wes. Is Daisy over here?" Well you wouldn't expect that stupid dog to go downstairs when she could stay up here and humiliate me. I hollered "Wait a minute Sam. I'll bring her down." I was trying to pull on my shorts but they seemed to be stuck. Of course this was just the most amusing thing Les had ever seen. She had this sparkle in her eys and would laugh then hickup, then laugh some more. "You know she's going to come up here, don't you." I finally found the second leg to my shorts and was able to pull them up. For some reason they had back pockets in the front. I grabbed Daisy's collar and dragged her out of the bedroom. Pulling her as hard as I could, I got her to the top of the stairs just as Sam was starting to come up. "It's OK, Sam. You can stay there. I'll bring her down." I got the dog to cooperate and we made it down the stairs. I was just about to hand her over to Sam when I heard Les. "Sammy! You've got to come up here! You won't believe what happened! Wesley. Be a good boy and take Daisy back home. I know you two probably want to be alone for a few minutes." I looked up with fire in my eyes as I heard her giggle and was amazed again. I know my hair was all over the place, I was flushed from dragging the damned dog down the hallway and down the stairs, my pants were on backwards and here's Les with a pair of tight white shorts that couldn't be more than an inch below her butt cheeks and a red gingham shirt tied under her breasts. She even had her hair in pigtails. She had that "I'm sexy and I know it" glow. Sam nudged past me, giggling. "Tell me, Tell me, Les" as she ran up the stairs. I took Daisy next door, opened up the gate to the back yard and let her in. On the way back, I passed the garage and remembered our clothes. I put the clothes in the basket and took them out to the clothesline. Dad had offered to get Mom a dryer on several occasions, but she wouldn't hear of it. Nothing was going to take the place of drying clothes out in the sun where they belonged. "Mark my words," she'd say, "one of these days people will throw away good money to buy something to make there clothes smell like they've been outside if they keep using those stupid clothes dryers." The window was open in Les's bedroom and I heard Sam shreak a few times, heard both of them giggling, several comments from Sam like "You Didn't... Oh No... Oh My God... " and my favorite "Twenty Minutes!?!" I was walking back to the house when Sam came breasing out the back door. She looked at me, giggled, then leaned over to me and put her hands on my chest. She leaned right up to my ear and said, "Hey Wes. Can I borrow your feather some time?" I'm sure I turned beet red - I could feel the heat in my face. But I surprised myself, I kept my cool. I smiled at her and pulled her gently towards me by the shoulders, leaning her up against my chest. I pulled her head down onto my shoulder with my arm around her waist, almost as if we were dancing. I got right next to her ear and said in a soft voice, "I don't know Sammy. That's Leslie's feather. But maybe we could work something out." I gave her a quick squeeze and started to let her go. Her eyes were shut and she stumbled before she opened her eyes, gulped and got her balance back. "Are you going to be able to make it home, Sam?" Another gulp and a nod and then a look as if she'd never seen me before and then she started towards her house. I couldn't resist and gave her a swat on the butt. She stopped, put both hands on her butt, rubbed it where I'd swatted her and smiled at me, biting her lower lip as she did. I just stood there and took in the view as she walked to her yard. Jesus. Another little girl had grown up into a sexpot under my eyes without me noticing. ------- Chapter 11 I walked into the kitchen and saw Les sitting there with a shit eating grin on her face. "So, big brother, it looks like there are two females next door with the hots for you." "Les, I don't think you should be spreading this around. We could get into a lot of trouble for what we're doing." "Oh, lighten up. Sometimes you can be such a dweeb." It wasn't what she was saying but the way she said it. She sounded like the smart ass she was when I was trying to protect her from Bubba. It hit me the wrong way. "I mean it, Les. I don't want you spreading this around. You know you're not too old to spank." "Oh, God! You wouldn't!" The look on her face was a cross between fear, shock and anticipation. I reached out for her and she ran up the stairs, giggling and screaming at the same time. If there was any doubt in my mind before, the sight of that ass in those tight shorts as she went up the stairs got rid of it. I took my time walking up the stairs. Her door was closed, not just pushed to. The handle wouldn't turn. "Open this door, young lady." "No." "I'm not fooling, Les. If you don't open this door right now, it's going to be worse when I finally get to you. You know you can't stay in there forever." It was quiet for the better part of a minute, then I heard the tick of the door being unlocked. I waited, but she didn't open the door herself. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. As the door swung in, I could see her sitting on her bed, facing me. Her face was flushed, as if she'd been running. Her hands were together between her legs, which were together from crotch to toe, bent to the left at the knee. I could see her chest moving as she breathed heavier than normal. She was staring straight at me, defiantly. I made my voice as stern as I could. "I've had about enough from you, young lady. I want you to stay right where you are. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to teach you a lesson." She mumbled something. "What did you say?" Commanding. "I said Yes Sir." "That's more like it. I'll be right back." I went into my room and found my ruler in my top desk drawer. Grandma gave it to me years ago when I started school. She told me she'd used it all through school when she was young and she really loved that ruler. It was one of the old fashioned wooden rulers, 12" long, a metal strip from top to bottom on one side for drawing straight lines. Not the cheap balsa wood rulers they give away. This one was thick and two and a half inches wide. It was even varnished. I hit the palm of my hand. It made a satisfying sound and was strong enough that I knew it wouldn't break. I stopped by the bathroom and picked up some lotion Les was always using on her legs. I put it in my back pocket, then walked into her room. I used the ruler on my hand as I walked through the door. I heard a sudden intake of breath as the ruler snapped against my palm. We each had desks in our rooms for doing our homework. I walked over to Les's and pulled out the high-backed chair that was sitting under it and turned it so that it was facing her bed. It even had a pillow on it so my butt would be comfortable while I was doing this. I sat down. "Leslie." My turn to use the full name. "What?" Timid. "Come over here." She hesitantly approached until she was just out of arm's reach, then stopped. Her attention was on the floor. Her breathing seemed a bit more labored. I pointed to a spot right in front of my feet. "Over here." She shuffled up a couple of steps, still paying attention to the floor. As kids, neither of us were spanked. I may have gotten swatted in the diaper a time or two when I did something dangerous, but as we got old enough to understand what was happening, we would get put in the corner, sent to our room, have privileges taken away, that kind of thing. The one consistent thing, no matter the punishment was that the parent doing the punishing would make sure we knew why we were being punished. Of course, since Les could usually talk herself out of punishment, or at least reduce it, she wasn't as used to the procedure as I was. "Look at me, Leslie." She slowly brought her head up until she was looking right at me. Her bottom lip was quivering. I could see she was putting a lot of effort into making it stop. "Leslie. Do you know why I'm going to spank you?" "Yes, Sir." Still quiet. "Why?" "For telling Sam about us." "No. Think again." "For teasing you about Daisy?" "No. I'm disappointed that you told Sam, but we didn't discuss talking to people before, so I can't punish you for that. I'm not happy about Daisy, but I have to admit it was pretty funny to have a dog wake me up with a blow job. And I'm sure you'll figure out a way so that everybody I know hears the story. "What you're getting spanked for is your attitude. I don't mind if you disagree with me about something. God knows I'm not the smartest person in the world. My actions the last few years have clearly demonstrated I'm not the most perceptive person in the world, as you pointed out yesterday. I'll be happy to discuss something you disagree with, but when I tell you something I know is for your or our welfare and you flippantly make fun of me, I can't accept that. I deserve more respect than that and you know it. Now do you understand why I need to do this?" "I won't do it again. You don't have to spank me," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, Les. You did it when I was trying to keep you from destroying your life with Bubba -- " "But Bubba --" "You know damn well you were doing everything possible to make me believe you were going to give yourself to him the first chance you got if you hadn't already. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Sir." "And you did it again today. Damn it, Les, you're 14 years old. You're my sister. I don't care how grown up you think you are, we could both get into a lot of trouble in this society if the wrong person found out what we've been doing. You've got to be more discreet. "Now, do you understand why I have to spank you?" "Yes, Sir." The lip was quivering more. I reached over and undid the zipper on the side of her shorts. He stomach pulled in as she sucked in a lungful of air. Damn, those shorts were tight. It took a lot of work to get them down past her butt. "Turn around." Les slowly spun around in front of me. She was wearing underwear that left almost half of her butt cheeks uncovered. The fabric went diagonally from just outside her crack at the bottom to her hips at the top. I guess if you wear shorts that don't cover the bottom of your ass, you need to make sure the panties don't spoil the effect. They definitely didn't come from the Sears catalog. She was following orders and letting me do what I wanted. She needed to take some responsibility for her punishment. "Take them off." Another gasp. She inserted both thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly removed them, stepping daintily out of them. When she was done, she stood in front of me with her hands over her pubis. "Lie down on my lap." A sudden look of shock on her face, which immediately turned red. I don't think she thought I was going to go through with it until then. The lip really started quivering, and a tear was forming in the corner of her left eye. She moved to my side and settled down on my lap. Her beautiful butt was over my right thigh, her breasts were on the outside of the left one. She couldn't seem to figure out what to do with her arms. She'd put her hands on the ground, then grab the legs of the chair, fold her arms around her chest, then start all over again. "OK, Leslie. I want you to know that this is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me." "Wait a minute. Isn't it supposed to hurt you more than me?" I laughed. "I don't think it's going to hurt me at all, Babe. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy it." I lifted up the ruler and hit her smartly on her right cheek. It made a satisfying sound. The back of the chair blocked her left arm but her right hand immediately covered the reddening section of her butt. "Am I going to have to tie your hands together?" She slowly pulled her hand away... "No, Sir." I lay my hand over the red spot. It seemed warmer where it was red. I gently massaged it for a few seconds. I grabbed the ruler and gave her another swat, this time on the left side. She kept her hands in front of her, still moving them all over the place. I heard a sniffle. I continued to swat her with the ruler, each time rubbing her butt with my bare hand. As I figured I would before I started, I was enjoying it. I came to when I realized that the sniffling was almost constant and she was doing everything she could to not cry out. I reached down to her face. It was covered with hot tears. This was not what I wanted. "Leslie!" (sniffle) "Yes?" Quiet. Submissive. "Are you going to behave from now on?" "Yes, Daddy." The "Daddy" threw me. I said "OK, then" and swatted her with my open hand. Her body tightened up. Her arms went up to her breast and she hugged herself. Her pussy squirted a stream of come over the outside of my right leg and soaked that part of my shorts. She was saying "Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God" constantly for about 30 seconds. She suddenly stopped babbling and her body totally relaxed. My sister had fainted. ------- Chapter 12 Try lifting a lifeless body up from your lap while sitting in a straight-backed chair. It's one of the hardest physical things I've ever done. I finally gave up on trying to lift my sister off my lap. I was able to push her up on her feet enough so I could get up, then pick her up and take her over to the bed. She didn't move the whole time. I laid her on her stomach. Her beautiful butt had angry red marks all over it where I'd gone overboard with the ruler. I'd fucked up again. I removed the bottle of lotion from my back pocket and poured some in my hand. The lotion was warm after laying up against my ass while I was abusing hers. I started smoothing lotion over the red areas, taking care to touch her sore bottom as gently as possible. Soon the damaged parts were covered and I sat back on my heels on the side of the bed. "More lotion, please." I looked at Les, she had recovered and was facing me. "I've already soaked all the red parts, Les." "More. All over my butt. Please." The "Please" sounded almost desperate. I poured out more lotion, this time directly on her backside. I used two hands to make sure both cheeks were completely covered. Just to make sure, I did it again. Les had both hands at her sides. She lifted both up and pulled her cheeks apart. "More." Her voice sounded primal. The hands fell down to rest against her sides. I dribbled lotion down the middle of her butt. She whimpered. I kept dribbling. When I felt there was enough lotion, I started rubbing it in. Since the crack was vertical, my fingers were vertical. I would go over her opening as I was spreading the lotion and would hear Les gasp. I noticed that my fingers would sink in slightly each time I swept by. I'd gone overboard with the lotion. Can't I do anything in moderation? Anyway, my fingers were soaked as was her butt crack. It obviously wasn't going to be absorbed by her skin. I started playing with her hole. At first I just used my right index finger, dragging it back and forth, across the opening, feeling it drop in slightly each time I passed. The next time I felt it drop in, I stopped moving and put some pressure on the finger. It went in to the first knuckle. Les sucked in a quick breath. I kept my finger in her asshole, just to the first knuckle. I rotated my finger and she pushed back at me. I made sure it didn't go any deeper as she pushed. Then I started moving it from side to side, making the opening relax. Her respiration increased as I was playing with her. After Les was fairly loose, I put some downward pressure on the finger. I slid in all the way. Les sighed as I entered her. I experimented and soon I was pulling almost all the way out, then pushing in as far as I could go. I still played the widening game, now with the whole finger. I pulled all the way out, lay my middle finger next to the index and pushed both in at the same time. "Oh, God. Don't stop." I kept up with the two fingers, still stretching her. I pulled out and added my ring finger. I pushed in and out 10 or 12 times and felt her asshole bite my fingers. Her body stiffened up as she came. I eased my fingers out. Les reached up next to her head and pulled a pillow down, lifted up and laid on it. Her ass was in the air, her asshole winking at me. "I want it. Now. Stick your cock in my asshole and fuck me till I scream." It was a wet dream come true. I was about to take my sister's last virginity. "Are you sure?" "God Damn You! Get it in me. NOW!" She had her mind made up. I pulled my shorts off and climbed up on the bed. I grabbed my cock (hard as an iron bar) and wiped up some of the excess lotion between her cheeks. I know she'd just had three fingers but I didn't want to enter her too quickly and hurt her. I tentatively pushed the head of my cock at her back door. It felt as if she sucked me in. The next thing I knew, I was buried to the root. We both said "Oh My God!" simultaneously. I savored the feeling of being buried in her for half a minute or so. She turned around and said "Do it." I pulled out slowly, pushed in slowly till I was fully seated again. "Harder. Faster." I increased speed until I was pounding her as fast as I could. Les was experimenting with her muscles. She seemed to open up as I pushed in. When I started pulling out her passage would close up. The feeling was unbelievable. I loved her pussy but her ass was something else. Finally I came. Harder than any of the others. I wouldn't have been surprised to see my cock sticking out of her mouth. It was as if my whole body tried to shove itself into her ass. As soon as I bottomed out (no pun intended) and my cock got thicker, her passage clamped down on me. Les screamed, but it was an octave or two lower than a normal scream. It sounded like some kind of animal howling in the wilderness. Her ass was clamping and unclamping as she came. It hurt, she tightened so much. I was seriously afraid she might cause me permanent damage. But God! What a way to go. ------- Chapter 13 I lay down on her back, my head to the left of hers, my cock still inside her. She stirred. "You better get up. Your pubic hair is too rough on my sore butt. You really did a number with that ruler." I got off her, leaned over and attempted to kiss it better. "That's nice, but it still hurts. We're going to limit how often we do this." "That's a surprise. I didn't think you'd want me to spank you again." "Are you kidding? I haven't come like that before. When I called you "Daddy" and you spanked my butt that last time, I thought I was going to die. It was sooo intense!" She got up from the bed slower than usual. "I'm really going to have to keep quiet for a few days. My butt hurts when I move. But I've got to go in and use the toilet. I feels like you deposited a couple of gallons in me." I got up and supported Les on her way to the bathroom. "I can make it from here. This probably isn't going to be pretty." She pushed the door closed and I heard her grunting as she went back to the toilet. Then I heard Les scream in pain. I wasn't going to stay in the hallway for that. I pushed the door open and rushed in. Les had her hand on the back of the toilet, trying to get up from a sitting position. There were tears on her cheeks. "I guess you hurt me more than either of us thought. I can't sit down. But I've got to empty this out." I felt like shit. I did this to her and I needed to help her. First, I got her to straighten up as best she could and moved her to the side of the toilet. I sat down on the throne to a "What are you doing?" I put my legs together and pulled Les toward me. I moved her forward until she was up against my chest, opened up my legs and got her to sit down. It worked out so that my legs supported her on the undamaged portion of her butt. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She was able to empty out her bowels. There was a lot in there and her body was anxious to get rid of it. It sounded like my early morning pee as the semen spewed out of her back end. Of course, it wasn't just semen that came out and Les got all embarrassed that I got some shit on one of my legs. I told her it didn't matter, which it didn't, but I don't think she believed me. She tried to use some toilet paper to clean herself off but it was obviously painful by the way she sucked in air and bit her lip. I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her butt, lifted her up and took her into the bedroom. I put her on her stomach and told her to stay where she was. Mom had a bag of rags she used for cleaning in a kitchen closet. I dug through it and found the most used cotton briefs I could find, put some warm water in a bowl and went back upstairs. Les was still on her stomach and looked like she was going to break down into tears from embarrassment any second. I ripped the cloth in two and gently cleaned her with a wet rag. I was able to use the other piece to dry her without hurting her too much. I told Les I'd be right back, not to go anywhere. I got a small laugh out of her. As I went downstairs to get rid of the cleaning supplies, I got thinking. A half hour ago I was pounding her ass with my dick inside her as hard as I could and she was encouraging me to go faster and harder. Now she can't sit down on it and it's painful to the touch. It's amazing how an act of love can actually obliterate one's threshold of pain. I got back upstairs and looked at Les. Her butt was very red. "Would you like some more lotion?" "Please." I gently applied another layer to her cheeks. She sighed. "Wes?" "Yeah?" "Could you put some lotion on my hole? I don't want you inside, but it hurts a bit." "Sure, Baby." After she was all lotioned up, I took a look at the situation. This was pretty embarrassing for her. I was sure she didn't want to be laying on the top of her bed with her ass in plain sight when my folks got home. I didn't think she could handle pants or even her bedclothes on the skin. She obviously couldn't lay down on her back. It came to me. I ran down to the garage and found an empty liquor box. I dug around on the workbench and found a razor cutter. I ran my goodies upstairs and she was just as I left her. "Do you think you could stand up for a second?" "Yeah. Just be careful with me." I eased her up and placed her feet on the ground. While keeping her from falling, I pulled the bedclothes back, lifted her up again and laid her down on the sheet on her stomach. "It will hurt if you cover me." "Don't worry, I've got it all under control." "You had it under control when you were using the ruler, and look where it got me." "I'm sorry, but I know what I'm doing now." Les let out a squeak when I picked up the ruler and came towards her, but settled down when she could see I was just using it to measure her. I figured out how high her butt was off the bed and how wide she was. I took my trusty razor cutter and cut circles out of two opposite sides of the box. I carefully tested it. Perfect! She had a custom made cardboard cover over her butt. I whipped the bed covers over her. OK, it didn't look natural with a big box under the covers where her butt should be, but it was better than having the real thing out in the open for anyone who came in her room to see. I went around to my sister's face and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and said "Thanks." "Les, I was wrong. I want you to know that it did hurt me a lot more than it hurt you. I never want to cause you pain again, as long as we live." She had a tear in the corner of her eye. I gave her a quick kiss. "I'm going to leave you alone and let you rest. That's the best way for you to heal." "OK. Just make sure Mom's the only one who comes in here when they get home." ------- Chapter 14 Mom, Dad and Jaz pulled in to the driveway a couple of hours later. I was down in the living room on the couch so I wouldn't miss them. The first thing out of Dad's mouth was "Where's Les?" "She and Sam were practicing their cheerleading routines for hours and she's really wiped out. She went to bed to take a nap a while ago and told me she didn't want anyone to come in. I guess she's been working real hard and..." Mom interrupted my tirade. "Wesley, are you OK?" "Yes, Mom." "I want to speak to you in the kitchen, Wesley. Now." Oh shit. I knew I'd had it. I never was able to lie to that woman, she saw right through me. Why couldn't I just say she wanted to sleep and shut up. I followed her into the kitchen. Dad, clueless as ever, said he was going to go next door and see what was happening with Joey's father. My mother looked me in the eye as I walked through the door. "Wesley. Is there something you want to tell me?" "Mom, I... Les didn't want anyone but you to see her. She's kind of embarrassed." "Is she OK?" "I think so. Mom,..." "You stick around. I'm sure I'll want to talk with you later." She took off up the stairs. I heard her knock on Les's door, say "It's me, Mom," then go in Les's room. I stayed on the couch. It felt like hours, but it was only 15 minutes before I heard Mom open the door and call me. "Wesley. Come up here." I went upstairs and Mom wasn't in the hallway. I looked in her room and didn't see her. "Mom? Where are you?" She came out of her bathroom, through her bedroom, into the hallway. She handed me a tube of antibiotic cream. "You are to apply this to the affected area every two hours until it's healed. That's every two hours, day and night. You are not to leave this house unless you are positive you can be back before the next application is due. If you miss an application you are going to have me to deal with. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mom." "Good. By the way, that contraption you made up to keep the blankets off her is ingenious. I'm very proud of you." She tousled my hair. "I swear to God, you're just like you were at five years old. You get a new toy and you have to be as rough as possible to see how much it will take before it breaks. You need to be a little more careful." She reached down, cupped my genitals through my shorts, smiled, shook her head, went into her room and closed the door. I swear her butt had a new sway to it as she walked down the hallway. ------- Chapter 15 I shook my head. Mom had never touched me there before. If I didn't know any better... No Way. Well, I guess I needed to start with Les's treatment. Obviously this ointment Mom gave me would do the job better than her lotion. I knocked on her door. "Who is it?" "Dr. Wes." "Come in, Dr." I walked in the room. She was still lying on her stomach, a big square under the blankets where her butt should be. "Boy, I'd sure like to get into your box." "Ha, Ha. You'll be lucky if I let you visit Daisy for the next few days." "Seriously. How do you feel?" "I'm OK." "Goddamnit Leslie, don't give me any bullshit. I just got chewed out for hurting you and I don't want any of that phony shit. How do you feel?" "I'm sorry. My butt really hurts." "How? I know I did some major damage with the ruler. Does it hurt inside, too?" "The big thing is the outside. It stings and burns and it's constant. There's nothing I can do. It hurts to rub it, scratching it is totally out of the question, I'm sure soaking it in the bath would ease the burning but it would sting more. And you've got it covered up with this stupid box, so there's nothing I could do to it anyway. The inside feels more bruised, like when someone punches you on the arm. It's kind of there all the time but I don't notice it until I think about it." "OK. I think we probably just used some muscles for a different purpose inside. Your body's not used to something coming in that hole." "Oh, Wes. Don't be so gross." "Leslie. First of all it's part of your body, so there's no way it could be gross. Second, if I do something to you that hurts, no matter what, I need to know about it and I'm going to take care of it if there's any way I can. I know I haven't been holding up my end of the bargain for the past few years, but I took responsibility for taking care of you when we were both young and I'm not going to back out again, even if I have to force you to tell me when something's wrong." I saw tear roll down her left cheek. "Les. What hurts now?" "Nothing you big ox. I just love you more than you'll ever know. Give me a kiss." It was kind of difficult with her laying on her front, but we managed to come up with a pretty satisfying kiss between the two of us. I broke it off after a couple of minutes. "As much as I'd like to do this forever, I need to put some ointment on you." "OK. Just be careful." It hurt to hear her say that but I couldn't say anything. As much as I'd protest that I'd never do anything to hurt my sister, the fact was the only reason I was in her room at that time was to try to lessen the constant pain I'd put her in. I eased the bedclothes off her body down to the bottom of the bed. She strrained to look at me. I moved to the top of the bed. "Are you comfortable?" "You know what? This stupid shirt is drving me nuts. Could you take it off?" I looked at her shirt. She'd looked so sexy this morning at the top of the stairs with her white shorts and that shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts. I could see how that knot would dig into her now that she was stuck on her stomach. It took some effort, but I was able to lift her up and kind of twist her onto her right side and attempt to undo the knot with my left hand. Les helped me out by working a hand under her body. Between the two of us we got the knot untied and the two buttoned buttons unbuttoned. She had neglected to wear a bra, so it was fairly easy to get the shirt out from under her, then off one arm at a time. We were both sweating by the time I pulled the shirt away from her. I backed up and looked at her. I tried to stifle a laugh. It came out as a snort. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. Les's head snapped around and she looked at me sharply. "What?" "Nothing." "Wesley, this honesty stuff is gonna have to go both ways or it's not gonna work. Now, what are you smiling about?" "I'm sorry Les. You're so beautiful. Your face, hair, gorgeous back. And then that Smirnoff box over your butt. It just doesn't fit the picture." She turned red. "Well then, stop screwing around and get going on making me better so we can take that Smirnoff box off my butt." I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and a "Yes, Dear," then moved down the bed and lifted the box off her. She was still very red. I gently laid my hand on her and could feel the heat. I checked out the ointment. It was a small tube, similar to toothpaste, but all the dimensions were about a quarter the size. The hole was only about a quarter inch in diameter. I checked the instructions and they stated that the affected area needed to be covered completely with the ointment. It was probably used mostly for scratches. This area was probably going to use up a good portion of the tube. I experimented with putting ointment in my hands or on her butt and rubbing it in. I found what worked best was to put some in one hand, smooth both hands together, then put my hands on her butt, press down slightly and twist. The ointment stayed on her butt. She was covered after about 10 minutes, a little less than half the tube was gone. I knew I'd have some left after the second application but would have to go to the drug store before the third. I went out to the bathroom and washed my hands. I passed Mom in the hallway, and told her I thought we were going through the ointment pretty quickly. She told me that she would go to the drugstore and see what the pharmacist suggested. She also told me that whatever she had to buy was coming out of my allowance. "How are you doing, Wes?" "I'm OK, Mom." She reached down and cupped my dick. I hadn't realized I'd gotten an erection while applying ointment to Les's posterior. She pulled her hand away, looked at it and grinned. "Slimy. You better put on a clean pair of shorts before your father sees you. And don't forget to get your clothes off the clothesline before it gets dark. I'm not your maid. Oh, I almost forgot. Daisy stopped by earlier to see if you can come out and play." I felt the heat as my whole body turned red. "Maah uhhm!" I pushed through the door into my bedroom and closed it behind me as fast as I could. ------- Chapter 16 I changed shorts. If this kept up, Tide was going to make us family of the year. Or I was going to have to start wearing rubber underwear. (At that time of my life, the only people who wore rubber underwear were the very young and very old. It was a perfectly innocent thought.) I looked in the mirror above my dresser. I wasn't as red as I'd been in the hallway a few minutes ago. I combed my hair, then eased the door open and looked both ways down the hallway. It was empty, so I quietly made my way into Les's room. As I closed the door, she said "Why are you sneaking around? You know it's OK to be in here." "I know. It's just that something's happened to Mom. She touched my privates the last two times I saw her." "Your privates?" "You know, Les. Down there." "Wesley. Don't you think after what we've been doing and saying to each other this weekend that you can come up with a more descriptive term than 'privates'?" "Yeah. It's just that it's Mom. The first time she cupped my balls in her hand. The second time she grabbed my cock. I didn't even realize it till she grabbed it, but I had a hard-on." "So, what's the problem. You seem to like it when I grab the same things." "But Les! It's MOM!" "I see. Well, there's something I need you to do for me." I was so glad to get off the subject that I didn't notice how quickly she changed it. I should have figured out something was up. Les doesn't give up on a subject that makes me squirm without being forced to. Relieved, I asked her what she wanted. 'This is hard for me, Big Brother. But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." "What do you need, Les?" "My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on me?" "Sure. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed about it." I got the ointment, then kneeled down so I could reach her butt. I put a little on my right index finger and pried her apart with the fingers of my left hand. Once I got my finger between her cheeks, I let go. I gently rubbed the ointment around the hole. Les sighed. "Just a little bit inside, please." I got a little more ointment and went to open her up. There was no need. Somehow, she'd changed the way she was lying down so that her butthole was visible. I rubbed the ointment around a bit, covering the tip of my finger all around. I pushed in the the first knuckle and started rotating. Les sighed again, making a humming sound as she did so. "I need to tell you something, Wes." I hesitated in my finger rotation. "Sounds serious." "Don't stop with the finger. It's not serious, but it's something you should know before we go any further with this." "Oh, no. Don't tell me Buh... ' "WESLEY!!!" I swear to God. If I hear you mention the word Bubba one more time I'm going to cut off your balls and feed them to you. Now shut up and let me tell you this." "OK. I'm sorry." I'd stopped moving the finger again. "Get going with the finger. This is very important to me, so I don't want a bunch of interruptions. You know how I said you are unobservant. Well, our father makes you look like a fucking scientist." "You mean Dad?" "How many other fathers do we have? Shut up and let me get this out. Anyway, I've been in love with our father since I can remember. He could take me all the ways you have and more at the snap of a finger." "Dad?" "Yes, Dad. Shut up and listen. Anyway, you know how you always say I can talk my way out of anything with him?" She stopped and looked at me. I finally figured out she was waiting for an answer. "Yeah." "Well, years ago, I figured that one way to get him to pay attention to me was to act up so he'd punish me. I've been trying to get him to put me over his knee for the last 12 years. It just goes right over his head and the next thing I know he's telling me what a good little girl I am and patting me on the head. "Today when you said you were going to spank me, I got scared and excited at the same time. Both emotions exploded when you came in the room with that ruler. When you got tough and made me pull down my panties and lay on your lap I got so wet I thought I'd soak your lap. And you wouldn't let me talk you out of spanking me. Believe me, I used all the tricks I use with Dad and none of them worked. "I don't know if you know it. After you told me you were going to tie up my hands if I covered my butt, I either had my eyes closed or was looking at the floor. You didn't say a word the whole time. As we got into it, I imagined it was Daddy spanking me. It hurt so much and kept getting worse, but every time he hit me I could feel him rubbing the sore spot to make it hurt less. When you asked me if I'd had enough, I didn't hear you. I heard Daddy. Then I said "Yes, Daddy" and you spanked my butt with your hand and I came like I've never come before. If I didn't know it was your lap I lied down on and that you were putting lotion on my butt when I woke up, I would swear it was Daddy who spanked me." I felt her asshole tighten as she came. I hadn't realized that I'd worked three fingers into her again as she was talking and that they were as far in as they could go. I woke up more at the knock on the door. As I was pulling my fingers out of her butt, Les sweetly said "Who is it?" I looked down and saw Les's wide open asshole. "It's me, dear," my mother said. "Wesley, I just want to warn you it's time for the next application." "Mom, come here a minute. There's something I need to tell you." Mom opened the door, pushed it in a bit and leaned in. I was sat back on my heels next to Les's butt which was still wide open. Mom's eyebrows went up a bit. She then looked at Les and said "What is it, Dear?" as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her 14 year old daughter to be lying totally naked with her butthole wide open in front of her 15 year old son. "Mom, you owe me a buck." Mom laughed and said "I know. I'll give it to you later." As she started closing the door she said "And Wesley. You finish taking her temperature like a good boy." I could hear her laughing to herself as she walked down the hallway. ------- Chapter 17 It was 8:30 the next morning. Mom had called the druggist about getting something to replace the antibiotic cream I was finishing up. He told her he had a plant growing in his backyard that would do a better job than any of the stuff at the store. She'd gone over to his house after he closed the store and picked up a bottle of juice he'd squeezed from the leaves of his Aloe Vera plant. It was the first time I heard of it. Les was in heaven from the first time I put some on her butt. First, it cooled everything it touched and made her posterior a lot less painful. It also spread much easier than the ointment since it was liquid. I'd followed Mom's orders and given Les another application every two hours. Between times we'd set her alarm clock for two hours and take a nap. I was so tired I just curled up on her floor. I wasn't sure if this was number 8 or 9 coming up, but I had an idea this would be the last one. Her butt was just slightly pink now and there was no heat when I lay my hand on it. She was bugging me about letting her keep the box off but I didn't want the blanket to rub off the Aloe. I had a handful of Aloe I was going to put on her when there was a knock at the door. Les asked who it was and got back "It's me, Sam." "Come on in, Sam." Just what I needed while applying lotion to my sister's bare butt. Sam came in the room, took a quick look at Les and closed the door. "Ooh! What's going on?" "I don't think I can tell you. I already got in trouble for talking to you." Both of them turned and stared at me. "It's not going to make much difference now, Les. Sam, you gotta keep this stuff to yourself. Les and I could both get in a lot of trouble if any of this got out. To anybody." "OK, but can't I just tell... " "No. I mean it Sam. Do you want to see both of us put in foster homes just so you can share some gossip?" "No. I didn't think of it that way." She averted my gaze and looked at the floor. "Alright." I looked at Les. "Go ahead. You know you can't stand it." I went back to applying the lotion. Les proceeded to tell Sam what went on since they last talked. How I punished her for talking back to me. And, to my surprise, she told Sam she deserved it because of the way she had been treating me. Then she told Sam how I went overboard and her butt turned all red and she couldn't stand to even have the sheets touch it. A red-faced Sam went "Ooooh!" at this. About how I was so thoughtful that I had picked up her lotion and applied it to the hurt area. And how I invaded her ass, first with my fingers and then with my cock. Sam kept looking at me, asking Les how it felt as she described each thing, then commented how she'd like to try that. She was looking at me but most of the time it felt like she didn't realize I was in the room with them. Les pointed out the box I'd cut up to protect her sensitive rear from the blankets and Sam looked at me like I'd come up with the solution to cancer. When Les told her about my massaging her butthole to an orgasm after I'd put ointment on her, Sam hugged her breasts and looked like she was shivering. "Do you think he'd put some of that stuff on me? He really hurt me when he spanked my bottom yesterday." I was going to tell Sam she was full of it when Leslie said "It's the least he can do after being so mean to you." "Now wait a minute... " My plea fell on deaf ears. As she was scooting over to the far side of the bed, Les said "Take off your shorts." Sam kicked off her sandals and slid her tight shorts down her legs. Her back was towards me and I could see the indentation of her ass through her almost transparent panties. I also noticed that they were very wet. As soon as she kicked of the shorts she grabbed the panties and pulled them off. Once again I wondered where I'd been as this girl from next door got so beautiful. In the meantime, I was in the process of soaking through another pair of shorts. Sam laid down on the bed near the edge. I was taking in the beauty of Sam's ass when Les said "Well, come on. You had your fun beating on her yesterday. Now it's time to make her better." I reached for the bottle of Aloe Vera on the bed stand. "Uh uh. You need to kiss her better first." I looked at my sister. "You're loving this, aren't you?" "You better believe it. Now kiss her better." Sam had been lying there quietly as this was all playing out, her arms at either side, bent at the elbows so her fists were next to her breasts. Her arms tensed up as I leaned over her butt. I gently blew on her left cheek and she let out a sigh. I think she'd been holding her breath. "Sam?" "Yes?" Quiet, timid, almost afraid. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" "Uh huh." "OK. Let me know if anything bothers you." She relaxed her arms a bit at that. "OK." I stuck my tongue out and moved down to the point at the top of her leg where her butt rose up. There was a little groove between thigh and cheek. I stuck my tongue in the groove and moved it up and over the cheek to just below her waist. Sam made a sound something like "Uh huh ha huh ohh." Almost as if she was saying 'Oh' but couldn't get enough breath and had to break it into five syllables. I realized it wasn't going to work with Sam lying normally on the bed and me being on the side. "Leslie. Move over to the wall. Sam. Turn around." I picked up Sam's legs and swung her around so that her stomach was on the edge of the bed and her legs were hanging off. She was able to touch the floor with her feet. I spread her legs and knelt down between them. She was looking at me, wondering what I was going to do, I suppose. "Turn around if you want me top keep going." Her head flipped instantaneously. Les giggled, then suppressed it, her hand over her mouth. Now I could reach her whole ass. I licked up the other cheek from groove to under the waist. This got a nice long "Ummmm." I next started kissing her cheeks, lightly, all over. Sam started giggling, then settled down. I leaned back. It was time to see how much of this was what Sam wanted and how much was peer pressure. I took each cheek in one of my hands. She flinched, then relaxed. Just like Les, it felt as if Sam's ass had been designed to fit the palms of my hands. I moved them slightly, moving the flesh under them. Sam's breathing rate was faster than it had been a minute ago. I spread her cheeks to expose her little pink star. Sam breathed in and held it. "Sam? Do you want me to continue?" She let out her breath. "Please." I looked up and noticed that Les was watching me intensely. She had one hand between her legs, gently massaging herself. Sam's attention had changed. Before it was as if I wasn't in the room. Now I was the only one in the room. I leaned over and licked from bottom to top again, this time between her cheeks. Sam pushed her butt toward me as I went over the hole. I couldn't help but notice that my tongue started to sink in as they met. I heard Sam moan. I repeated the process a few times, then concentrated on her butthole. I'd circle around it, then push in the center. It got looser as I played with it. By now Sam was moaning almost constantly. I reached between her legs and wiped my finger on the outside of her slit. She was soaked and so was my finger. I took the finger and wiped it off over her starfish. Another swipe, another wipe. When I figured there was enough moisture there I wet my finger again and pushed it in to the first knuckle. Sam pushed her butt towards the finger. Les groaned as she came, her knees clamped around her arm, her eyes tightly shut. "Are you OK with this, Sam?" "More." "Are you sure?" "More. Please. More." I pulled out a bit to her dismay, then pushed my finger in all the way. She clamped on my finger as if to keep it from escaping. I moved in and out, bending and unbending the finger, then moving side to side, front to back, in circles. She relaxed more and started feeling looser. I pulled out my finger, swiped it and another between her legs to get them both wet, then eased two fingers into her. She raised up again and said "My God!" I worked the fingers inside her for a few minutes. Les was still playing with herself but had graduated to two hands. I pulled the fingers slowly out and swatted Sam lightly on the butt. "OK. You've got a choice. I can either rub some lotion on the outside or I can put some special lotion on the inside. I'll have to use a special tool to do that." I heard a quick intake of breath from Les as she sped up between her legs. Sam turned and looked at me. I could tell she didn't know what I was talking about. Then she looked down at my shorts and saw the wet stain on the front of them where they tented out. A look of understanding came over her face. "Give me your special sauce." I stood up, unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor. Sam seemed very interested in the tent in my underpants. I eased them down and Sam saw what she'd just asked for. She quickly turned to Les. "It looks awful big. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" "I never said it doesn't hurt. But the pleasure makes any pain worth it. Weslie is very gentle, anyway. Just relax and he'll take care of you." Sam was laying on the bed, her fists clenched tight next to her body and her butt cheeks clamped together. "Come on, Sam. I just spent 20 minutes loosening you up. It's gonna really hurt if I have to force it in." She relaxed a bit at that. I dipped my finger between her legs, got it wet and worked it in. After a couple of minutes I had two fingers in her and she was as loose as she'd been before. "OK, Sam. I'm ready to put it in. Are you sure you want this?" She looked up at Les, got a smile and a nod, and said "Do it." I grabbed my cock and stuck it between her legs. She immediately dove forward on the bed while trying to bring her legs together. "Not there. I don't want you to get me pregnant." "Take it easy, Sam. I'm just getting some moisture so I can slide in easier." I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, reached under and got a layer of her juices on my cock, then rubbed it on her butt crack, going from top to bottom. I did this a couple of times. The third time I stopped when I met her entrance, lifted up so I was pointed towards her asshole and pushed while holding myself steady with my hand. It sunk in slowly with almost no resistance. The head was inside her ring. Sam sucked in a breath, then said "My God, it's so big!" "Just relax, Sam. I won't do anything else till you get used to it." I was happy to wait. Her ass was tighter than Les's. Not by much, but I knew I'd be shooting off in no time if I rushed things. A minute went by. Sam was breathing regularly, lying on the bed with her arms up near her head, turned to the right. She started to raise up. Tentative at first, then pushing up. I left just the head inside and raised myself when she came towards me. "I want more." That's what I was waiting for. I eased it in slowly. "Oh, it feels so good. You're filling me up. Keep going. God, Les, now I know what you were talking about!" By this time I was in to the root. Again I stopped. "Are you alright? Do you want me to stop or wait a while?" "Shit! Fuck me! Please do it!" I was glad to hear that. I don't know if I would have been physically able to stop if she'd wanted it. I pulled out slowly about half way, then slowly went back in. I repeated this a couple of times. Sam groaned. "Come on. Harder. Faster." That was my signal. I pulled almost all the way out, then leaned on her and went in to the bottom. She sucked in her breath, then said "YESSS!" I kept up the pace, going in and out as quickly and deeply as I could. Sam was breathing faster and faster, moaning almost constantly. I went back too far and pulled out. She shrieked and was in the middle of "PUT IT BACK!" when I shoved it in to the hilt. She was almost panting now, her breathing matching my in and out strokes. "Oh, God. OH, GOD. OHHHH MYYYY GAAAWWWDDDD!!!" Her sphincter was clamping and unclamping on me rapidly. Thank God she didn't have teeth in there. I was having real trouble moving back and forth. I finally bottomed out and deposited a couple of quarts on semen in her bowels. On my second spurt I looked over at Les and saw that she was coming too. ------- Chapter 18 I went into the bathroom, cleaned off and took care of business. After I was back in the room and we'd all settled down, Sam said she had some things to do. Les and I were still tired from being interrupted every two hours during the night and decided to go back to sleep. Sam reminded Les that they had cheer leading practice at 2 in the afternoon. It was 10:30. Les was slipping on a nightgown. "Why don't you come by at 1 and we'll go together. My butt feels pretty good and I don't want to miss practice." Sam agreed, gave me a kiss that would have melted my socks off if I was wearing any and went out the door. Les was lying on the bed. She smiled, patted the mattress a couple of times and said "Come 'ere." I lay on the bed and took her in my arms. Sam's kiss had been great, but Les put her to shame. After a few minutes we decided that, nice as it was to kiss each other, we really needed to catch up on our sleep. I remember rolling over, Les snuggling up against my back, and nothing after that. I was having the most erotic dream I could remember. This long tongue was lapping at my prick, wrapping around it on each stroke. There was warm breath accompanying the licking. I couldn't believe the talent in this tongue. The licking stopped, then a second tongue joined the first. Then the head of my cock was enclosed in a warm mouth while the other tongue kept licking the shaft. Wait a minute. This felt to good to be a dream. No one had this good an imagination. I opened my eyes to see Sam's mouth wrapped around my cock while Les was lapping at the rest of it. Les pushed Sam out of the way and they switched places. Les had me in her mouth when I announced my impending climax. Sam cried out "Let me! Let me!" Les got off, Sam got on. Les said "OK, but you've got to swallow it." She started licking my balls and reached underneath me and stuck a finger up my ass. I came hard and fast. I could see Sam's eyes open wide. She obviously wasn't expecting quite so much, quite so fast. After the third spurt, she backed her mouth off me. Her hand had been around the shaft, she just brought it up and put her thumb over the top. As if that would stop anything. Les saw what was happening and slid me in her mouth before anything was lost. After I was through, they both sat up on the bed facing each other. Les opened her mouth to show that it was full of cum, then made a big production of swallowing it. Sam opened her mouth as much as she could without spilling any, then forced her load down. After she swallowed she made a face and shook her head. Les looked at her. "You've got to swallow it. It's the law." She laughed. "Sam. If you can learn to swallow and like it, guys will be willing to die for you," I said. She smiled at both of us. "I guess it wasn't so bad. I'll just have to keep practicing until I get used to it." Les got a big grin on her face, wrapped her arm around Sam's waist. "Well, how do we compare to your girlfriend?" "Girlfriend? What are you talking about?" Sam had her arm around Les by now. She looked over at Les, smiled, and said "Daisy. Are we as good as Daisy?" "Well, Daisy has the tongue for it, that's for sure. But a big part of a blow job is having a mouth wrapped around you and I don't think Daisy can do that. I'd be willing to bet that Daisy could do some stuff to a woman that even I couldn't do. And you know what I can do," this last looking right at Les. Les shivered and turned to Sam. They both turned red and giggled. Then as one, they exclaimed "Cheerleader practice!" Sam was already in her cheerleader's outfit. She sat on the bed holding my cock while Les put on a show of putting on her uniform. I learned that if it's done the right way, a woman getting dressed can be just as sexy as a woman getting undressed. Sam and I both cheered Les as she finished. They took turns kissing me goodbye. I think they were playing a game to see who could make me the hardest. They were going out the door when Sam looked over her shoulder. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your Mom said she wants to see you when you wake up." ------- Chapter 19 I went down into the kitchen. I wasn't looking forward to what Mom had to say. She was sat at the table drinking some coffee. I have to admit she looked pretty hot sitting there. There was an extra button undone on her shirt, I saw some thigh below the bottom of her skirt. She smiled when she saw me. "Well, I guess Leslie and Samantha kept you pretty busy the last couple of days. You must be pretty hungry by now." I hadn't thought about it but it was a good sixteen hours since we ate. "I'd love something." "Too late for breakfast?" "No, that sounds great." Mom got up and made a big production of bending over to get frying pans, eggs, bacon. It seemed that each thing she got was on the bottom shelf and took an extra long time to get. She finally started to cook some bacon and eggs. "What do you want to drink? Orange juice? Coffee?" "Some orange juice would be great." She poured a big glass and put it on the table. "Sit down and drink." She checked the frying pan, satisfied herself it wasn't going to burn, then sat down next to me. Our kitchen table had been custom made years ago. There was a U-shaped bench with a U-shaped table facing it. The open end of the table was straight. Mom pushed my leg to move me in so she could fit on the end of the bench. "Looks like you need a shower, Wes. And you definitely need to change those shorts. What do you think people will say if they see that slime on the front of them?" Her hand was on my thigh. I mumbled something. Mom seemed to be going to great lengths to embarrass me lately. Mom squeezed my thigh, got up and got my breakfast. She put the plate in front of me, then sat down next to me. I had to move further in so I had room to move my arms. I was chewing some bacon when mom said "You know, you made me lose a bet with your sister yesterday." "I heard you talking about owing her a dollar. What's that about?" I picked up the orange juice. "She bet me I could even grab you by the balls and you wouldn't do anything." I spit a mouthful of juice over the table. "Oh come on, Weslie. There's no need to be embarrassed. You know you've always been my favorite. And I did let Leslie have you first." She got up to get a dishrag and wiped up the juice. What the hell? Two days ago I was a virgin without a care in the world. Since then I've raped my sister, made love to her countless ways, been assaulted by a dog, been forced to have anal sex with my next door neighbor (I admit it wasn't too much force but I never would have done it if Les hadn't pushed me into it) and now my mother was coming on to me. Mom was sitting next to me again. She put her hand on my thigh and was now massaging it. There's something about a mother's touch that is so soothing. I think a big part of it is they have no hesitation. They're used to tossing that body around however they need to in the diaper changing, breast feeding, nose wiping years. She put her hand on my leg and started rubbing it and it felt so good. Then she moved up the thigh and put the palm of her hand over my cock. "Spread your legs, Weslie. There's a good boy." She cupped me in her hand and explored to find out what I had down there. Our last bath time must have been 8 or 9 years ago. "My, you've grown." And I was growing even more with this attention. Breakfast was finished and forgotten. Mom squeezed, then said "I don't want to mess these pants up any more. Go upstairs and take a shower, then meet me in my bedroom. And hurry up. Your sister's going to be back in about an hour and a half." She got up and started to clean off the table. I went up to the shower, wondering what was going on. It felt good to get in the shower. I let the hot water run over me and felt the heat sink into my muscles. I had an idea Les and Sam weren't going to let me alone very long without making me do something to one or both of them. I was going to have to watch myself and make sure I ate, exercised and showered regularly. I looked in the mirror as I was drying off. I wasn't to the point where I needed to shave every day but I figured I better shave while I was there. You never know what damage the start of a beard could do. Great. Another thing to worry about. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the bedroom. Good thing I washed clothes yesterday. I was going to have to do something about the number of shorts I was messing up each day. Mom's door was pushed to but not latched. I knocked. "Come in, Wesley." For 15 years Mom had just been Mom. She was pretty but never dressed in any way to make it obvious. I'd been very surprised to see her in the short skirt and showing a little cleavage in the kitchen earlier. Mom's night time attire was a floor length robe. I never saw her in anything else when she was ready for bed. The few times I'd seen her when she had to get up and come out of her room for some reason, there was the robe. I never thought about it, but I suppose I figured she slept in the thing. Everyone in our family had different color hair. Dad's was almost black. Les was not quite blond, I like to call it caramel. Mine was a bit darker and most people called it brown. Jaz was a cross between blond and red and he was the one with freckles. Mom was a true redhead. That dark, rusty color. The only thing in nature that approximates the color of her hair is the color some leaves turn in winter. Not the orange leaves, the deep, dark red ones. Mom could probably be naked and the first thing you'd notice would be her hair. And then her freckles. Not to say her body wasn't great. Her hair was so striking it would just suck attention away from anything else. There were no lights on in the bedroom. The drapes were closed but were letting a little light in. It wasn't bright, but I could clearly see what was in the room. I looked at the bed. Mom was laying on her back on top of the bedspread. She had a couple of pillows under her head, raising it up so she could see me in the doorway, where I was frozen in awe. She had a powder blue nightie on that was designed for her hair. It had thin straps over the shoulders that were mostly covered by her red mane. She wasn't flat on her back - she was somehow up a little bit and her legs were bent. She looked sexy, wholesome, innocent and slutty all at the same time. This wasn't my Mom. The nightie looked to have 3 or 4 layers. The outside layer was so thin you could use it as a magnifying glass - it wasn't going to hide anything. It wasn't tight but somehow accented every part of her body. Her breasts were totally covered but the material was drawn in under them. I don't know if it was the way it was cut or there was some elastic there but there was no doubt what was underneath that top part and how big they were. I'd never noticed that Mom was stacked. She wasn't as big as old Mrs. Cartwright down the street who weighed in at 350 lbs., but she was bigger than any of the other Moms around. It flared out under the drawn in part and came down. I imagine if she was standing on the floor in this thing it would come down an inch or two under the bottom of her butt cheeks. The way she was lying on the bed it had ridden up enough to display matching panties. These covered everything while displaying everything. There was a dark area at the front the was obviously Mom's pubic hair under them. Even in the limited light and through the panties, you could tell that her red hair was natural. I also noticed another dark area. Her panties were starting to get wet a few inches further back. I don't know what I look like. Probably astonished. Maybe my mouth was wide open, my tongue could have been hanging out for all I know. I looked at her as she spoke. "Dr. I want to thank you for bringing my daughter back to health." "Mom. All I did was rub lotion on her so that it healed. It's my fault she was that way to begin with." "You're too modest. She told me how caring you were and how you made sure to be there every two hours until she could stand to move around again. Please come over here and let me pay you back." She tapped the bed next to her a couple of times. Well, if I'd learned one thing in the past couple of days it was that the women around here were suddenly crazy. If they got some idea into their heads, there wasn't anything I could do to change their minds. I also knew that if I played along, I'd probably be pretty happy with the result. I crawled up on the bed next to Mom. She rolled over towards me and put her hand behind my head. She pulled me toward her until our mouths met. Sam kissed great. Les kissed better. Mom brought kissing to a whole new plateau. The adjective that best describes her kissing is 'orgasmic.' I felt like she sucked my soul from my toes all the way up my body and into her mouth. I couldn't tell where I ended and she stopped. After a while we separated. It may have been a couple of minutes, it may have been a couple of days. I was that lost. She looked me in the eye. "Dr. I think I may have a fever. I need to borrow your thermometer." She scooted down on the bed and pulled my shorts off. I didn't have any underwear on so I was fully on display. The kiss had made me solid like a piece of iron. She put the end in her mouth and swooped down. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She started breathing through her nose and was able to continue breathing that way the whole time I was in her mouth. She kept me down her throat. She sucked on me. She moved her tongue around on my shaft. She would swallow and gulp and massage the head of my cock with her throat. She would hum a song to herself and vibrate all around my cock. All the while, her eyes were looking right at me, smiling. After about five minutes I warned her I was going to come. I thought she'd at least pull back so just the head was in her mouth. She pushed a little further in and started the gulping again. She kept gulping until I'd emptied my load down her gullet. I came so hard it hurt. She kept up the suction as she slowly pulled back. My cock was clean and soft as it came out of her mouth. "Gee. It looks like I took all the mercury out of your thermometer." Mom lay back on her pillows, still facing me. I held her hair in my hand. The last time I'd done that was as a baby, grabbing her hair in my fist. It was full of life, smooth and silky. I pulled her into my face and we kissed. I then kissed all over her face. Her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her ears, down her neck to above her breasts. She stopped me, sat up and pulled the nightie over her head. Now she was naked except for the baby blue panties. I gave her breasts the attention they were crying out for, the kissing they deserved. Her nipples stood up stiff and proud. Mom had gotten married at 18, she had yet to hit 35. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat. She was very desirable. She was also noisy. As soon as I started kissing her breasts, she started moving around and making noise. She had no problem telling me what she liked. And it seemed like she liked everything. In no time she was pushing my head down her body toward the promised land. I kissed her navel and worked lower. I teased her by planting kisses between her legs on top of her panties. "For God's sake, take them off!" I got up on my knees, grabbed both sides of the waste band and slid them down and off. Mom must have trimmed her bush. Her pubic hair was that same glorious red but did not cover her completely as if it grew wild. It was gorgeous and I had to stop and rub my face and mouth in it. Mom was holding onto the back of my head with two hands by now. She let me nuzzle her bush for a minute, then pushed me down between her legs. She wasn't going to let me get away without satisfying her. I started with just my tongue. I licked the tops of her legs, up and down the outside of her pussy lips, even down deep, dipping into her anus. I purposely stayed away from her clit. After a couple of minutes of thrashing, trying to maneuver her body so that my tongue was in her pussy, she moaned in frustration. "Goddammit. Eat me. PLEASE!" I took pity on her and stuck my tongue in her vagina, then dragged it up toward the front and over her clit. He clit was amazing. It was as big around as my little finger and about as long as that part of the finger covered by my nail. It actually bent as I dragged my tongue over it, then sprung back into place as I went past it. Mom was almost dripping. I took two fingers and pushed them into her with no problem. I worked them in and out as I played with that clit. First I just teased around the outside with my tongue, then I took it in my mouth and gave her a blow job. I held it between my lips and moved my head up and down and licked it. In short, I did everything I could imagine someone doing to me. This got Mom going. She was moaning and screaming, telling me not to stop, to keep going and doing everything in her power to buck me off her body and onto the floor. I wrapped my left hand around her butt and held on for dear life. Another butt designed to fit my hands and almost as firm as Sam's and Les's. I decided to try something new. I held her clit between my lips and gently bit down on the tip of it. She bucked harder and screamed out "OH MY GOD!" All of a sudden my hand was soaked with juice as if she'd turned on a faucet. Her vagina was clamping and unclamping with such power that it almost hurt my fingers. She was wailing. Like a dog on a night with a full moon, my mother was howling as she came on my fingers and under my mouth. I eased my hand out and worked my way back up. I kissed her and she pulled away. She grabbed my head in both hands and held me in front of her so she could lick her juices off my face. "I love the taste of my pussy. Where did you learn to do that? Les said you thought it was gross a couple of days ago." "I learned different." "I guess so." She reached down and felt my cock. "Thank God. You're hard again. Fuck me. Now. Stick that cock all the way in my pussy and fill me with your love juice." You'd never know that pussy pushed out three children. Mom wasn't a virgin, but she still knew how to grab on to a cock. At one point she was on top and just sat there. Her cunt muscles worked me like her mouth and throat had earlier. As she got into it, she got more and more vocal. When I was behind her pounding in and out for all I was worth, she kept grunting and yelling at me to fill her up. When I finally came, she grabbed onto me and I thought she'd never release me from her pussy. Mom went into her bathroom and emptied herself. She came back in with a warm washcloth. I went to grab it and she said "I'll take care of it, Dr." She then spent five minutes cleaning me off. If I hadn't already come four times that day, she would probably have brought me off with the washcloth. She took it into the bathroom and came back onto the bed. We held each other, completely satisfied. ------- Chapter 20 "Mom. What's all this Dr. stuff?" She blushed a little. "It's a game your father and I have played since before you were born. I guess I can tell you about it. I never told you how we met, did I?" "No." "You know your father's older than I am. He was in the Navy during World War II. One of the ports he was stationed in was San Diego. He liked it so much he decided to move here after the war. We actually met in the drugstore after school one day. I was a senior in high school and was about two weeks away from graduation. A bunch of us girls would go down to the drugstore after school, sit at the counter and spend most of the afternoon drinking one coke or a shake and talk about boys. Boy, we had such romantic ideas of men and women. None of us knew what we were talking about. "Anyway, your father showed up and all of us spent about an hour staring at him, checking him out, while pretending we didn't even notice him. We thought we were being inconspicuous. Your Dad told me later that we were so obvious he had to keep from laughing. After an hour or so of sitting at the counter, looking at magazines and generally staying where we could see him, he went to the druggist and got change for a dollar. There was a jukebox near the counter and he put a quarter in. Now in those days, you could get 10 or 12 records for a quarter. We all thought he was rich to waste a whole quarter on music. Well, he was about 5 feet away, and we're all checking him out, thinking he doesn't notice it. He's looking at the titles, flipping through the pages on the jukebox. All of a sudden he turns around and looks right at me. I know I turned red as a beet cause I'd been looking at his butt while he was bent over the jukebox. "Like I said, he was looking right at me and I thought he'd caught me. I was so embarrassed. "Hey, Red, ' he said. I didn't even think about my hair, I thought he was talking about my face. 'Come over here and help me pick out some songs.' "I looked over at my girlfriends and they looked at him, then looked back at me. We all had hands over our mouths, giggling. We looked like a bunch of schoolgirls, which we were, of course. "'Come on, Red. I ain't gonna bite you.' He looked me right in the eyes and smiled that smile of his. I think I fell in love with him right then. "I stood up and started walking toward him... My girlfriends were telling me to be careful, people would think I was a hussy, all kinds of things. I wasn't listening. All my attention was on your father. We found enough songs to use up that quarter and I started to walk away, back to the counter. He reached out and grabbed my arm. He pulled me towards him and the next thing I knew we were arm in arm, dancing to the jukebox. We danced until all the records were done playing. Halfway through he had both arms around my waist. I had my arms around his neck and my head laying on his chest. "By the time the music was over, we were both in love. He said 'Can I walk you home?' and I said 'Uh huh.' I didn't pay any attention to the girls sitting there staring at us, we just left the drugstore. We never let go of each other, all the way home. On the way, he asked about me and found out I was graduating in two weeks on Friday. He asked if I'd like to get married the day after, on Saturday. I told him I would and we kissed on my front porch. "He met me every day after school in the drugstore, bought me a shake and spent a quarter on the jukebox. After the third day, my girlfriends gave up on me. We would dance, then walk home, then kiss. My mother finally told me to bring him in for supper one afternoon. It was then that he told Grandma and Grandpa that we were going to get married in a week. They weren't thrilled with the idea, but they'd noticed the way I'd been kind of floating around the house for the past week, not paying attention to anything. They figured I was in love and it was either marriage or I'd end up being pregnant and they decided marriage was the better choice... "Your Dad came to my school in a suit for my graduation. It impressed the hell out of my girlfriends. It also impressed them when I told them we were getting married tomorrow. I'd kept it quiet because I didn't want it going around the school. I didn't want every person who heard I was getting married to ask me if I had to. "There were steps up to the auditorium where we held graduation. I walked outside holding your father's arm. I was on Cloud Nine. Somebody must have spilled something on the steps. I had new shoes on, so the leather sole was slick. I hit a wet spot and I just flew. My feet came out from under me and I would have landed on my ass if it wasn't for your father. Somehow he pulled my arm and spun me around so that I fell on top of him. He stuck the arm I wasn't holding out to break his fall and he ended up breaking his arm. "We went to my old family doctor. Mom and Dad wanted to go with us but we assured them we'd be fine and would stop by for dinner after we saw the doctor. He examined your Dad, told him the arm was broken and that it would have to be set. Your father was lying on the examination table. I was on one side, holding his head so he couldn't see the doctor and doing my best to hold him down on the table. I could see the doctor on the other side of the table. He had your father's wrist in both hands, had one foot on the floor and worked the other foot into your father's armpit. He then pulled until we actually heard the bone click into place. Your father was pretty brave but he yelled out when that arm was being pulled. "After the arm was straightened out, the doctor put a simple splint on it to hold the bone in place. Then he covered it in plaster to make a cast. He looked at us after he was done. 'Well, that cast is going to take a while to set. I could sit in here and watch it dry, then have a cold supper. Or I could go eat a hot supper while it dries and then come back in here. I think I'll have a hot supper.' "He walked out of the room. Some people might think he was rude. It made sense to me. That doctor had been out at our house at 2 in the morning for measles, chicken pox, whatever the 5 of us kids could come up with. We were going to have to wait in that room till the plaster dried with or without the doctor. I was glad to see him get a hot meal. "In those days they didn't give drugs for a broken arm. It was considered a minor injury and people were expected to handle it. That doesn't mean it didn't hurt your Dad. Like I said, he cried out when the doctor was straightening his arm. And his face was covered in sweat by the time it was straight. I'd wiped it off and held onto his good hand while the doctor was putting on the cast. "Your Dad and I had never done anything beyond kissing. I'd felt his penis pushing against me a few times when we got passionate, but we never did anything about it. If we went together for longer than we did before we got married, I probably would have made him make love to me. Anyway, I was holding his hand and rubbing his good arm and he got excited. I could see it inside his pants. I had never seen a man before, much less done anything with one. "I told your father to lie down on his side and moved him as close to the edge of the table as I could. He was lying on his good arm, the arm with the wet plaster above him. I reached under my dress, pulled my panties off, waved them in front of his face and put them in my purse. Of course, he told me I was crazy, we were going to get caught, all that stuff. I just looked at him and said 'But Dr. I need you to take my temperature.' I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was pretty intimidating but exciting, too. I looked at it and said 'Oh, Good. Here's a thermometer.' "I thought your Dad was going to lose it. I had him in a position where he really couldn't do anything. He was lying on his good arm, the other was pretty useless and he was hanging out for anyone to see. I was able to work myself up on the table without knocking him off. I gave him my virginity on that table. When we were done, I knew I was pregnant. "I had just finished zipping up your father when the doctor walked in. He saw Daddy sweating and made some comment about the pain getting better after a while. He checked the cast, decided it was sound and showed us out the door. "When we got home, my Mom took one look at me and pulled me into the hallway. 'You're pregnant, aren't you?' 'Yes Mom. Just now. In the doctor's office.' 'Well, I guess I won't have to have that talk with you about your wedding night, now. Do you love him?' 'Oh, Mom. More than life itself.' She looked at me, then said 'OK then. Lets go eat dinner.' "You were born nine months later. When I was in the hospital recovering from your birth I had your father take my temperature again. He was more responsive this time. He could use both arms, he had me bent over the bed and he'd been without for a few months. You father and I always had an active sex life and those dry spells messed both of us up. "I knew it took that time, too. Sure enough, Leslie was born nine months later. "About six and a half years ago we had a scare. Do you remember when we sent you and Les to Grandma and Grandpa's for a couple of weeks when you were about nine?" "Yeah. That always felt kind of weird. There was obviously something wrong - they were really quiet and didn't seem to want to talk." "Well, we didn't want to upset you before we knew anything. And after we found out everything was OK, there was no reason to say anything to you. I found a lump on my breast and they thought it might be cancer. We sent you to the folks and I went into the hospital. They did a biopsy and found out it wasn't malignant. I stayed in the hospital a few days, then came home." She showed me a small scar on the bottom of her right breast. "See? You can see where they had to cut it out. "Now I don't know if you know this or not. It sounds kind of sick, but it's really a survival instinct. Probably the most powerful aphrodisiac there is is death. If someone close to you dies or is threatened with death, you get horny. Not play around horny. You have to have it and you have to have it now horny. "Your father was worried sick when we thought I had breast cancer. It was pretty much a death sentence. When he found out I was OK, he was so relieved. As soon as we were alone in that room, we looked at each other and realized we both needed the same thing and he almost raped me. But it's not rape if the woman wants it as bad as the man. I never came so hard and so fast. I had to stuff a pillow in my mouth so I wouldn't bring every doctor and nurse on the floor running into our room. Again, I knew that I was pregnant. Jaz was born nine months later. "You're the only other person I've played doctor with." We'd been lying on our sides, facing each other as she told me this. She looked down and saw that I was hard again. "Dr. I need you to take my temperature again. I see that you've got your rectal thermometer out." ------- Chapter 21 I started to roll Mom onto her stomach. "Wait a minute. I'll be right back." She went into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and came back. She handed me a jar of Vaseline and a dry washcloth. "Use this on your finger, then loosen me up back there." I rolled her on her stomach. Perfection. Les and Sam had beautiful, athletic, teenage asses. Mom had the ass of a woman. Like an upside down heart, it's shape was perfect. No flab, no blemish, just pure beauty. The first thing I did was lay my cheek on top of it while holding on to her hips and waist with my arms. I heard an "Uhhmmm." I then started to slowly rub her ass with my face. A cheek, then my chin, a couple of kisses, the other cheek, all the while rubbing and massaging and feeling with my hands. I was literally worshiping her ass. I kissed it all over, then started licking. I pulled her legs apart and stuck my tongue as far down as it would reach. I was able to get it in her vagina. I then moved back toward her crack and then up. I just used my tongue and my face to spread her open, keeping my hands on the bed next to her hips. As I repeated this, her crack opened a little more each time. She was making "happy" sounds. Little whimpers, moans, "Ohhs" and Uhhms", quiet, little, contented noises. I moved my hands up to her cheeks and spread them. She moaned a little louder at this. I stuck my tongue in her vagina and repeated the motion. This time I was able to touch the bottom of the crack all the way up. This was the first time I'd come in contact with her asshole. The moan was louder still. I continued this a few times, playing with her little star as I passed it, then delaying and playing some more until I was just concentrating on her asshole. By this time she was squirming and almost constantly moaning. "I need you in me. Loosen me up with your finger." I opened the jar of Vaseline and dipped my index finger in it. I moved to her butt and swirled it around the edge of the hole. Another dip in the jar and then I just pushed straight in, all the way. She breathed in hard. "Another finger." I dipped two fingers and made sure they were covered about halfway up. Again, they went straight in with out any resistance. "Move them around." I started fucking her with my fingers, stretching her as I did so. "Another." Her voice was breathy - like she was panting the word out. Three fingers this time. I lay them down on top of the Vaseline to get them as covered as possible. I scooped up a little more and rubbed it on her butthole. I then covered the three fingers as much as possible. One push, no resistance, they were in. I worked them in and out. She was whimpering almost constantly. It sounded almost like she was purring. After a minute or so I just pulled out, put my pinkie next to the other three and pushed back in. She didn't indicate that she felt any difference. She was moving her butt up as I pushed in, then dropping back on the bed as I pulled out. I picked up the jar with my other hand and was able to coat my thumb on a couple of out strokes. She seemed pretty loose and was definitely into having four fingers going in and out. I pulled back far enough to add my thumb to the mix and pushed in till I met resistance. I was in to the knuckles on the back of my hand. She sucked in air and said "Keep going. It feels so good." Moving my hand in and out, I dipped the other hand in the jar and scooped out a teaspoon of the grease. I smeared it on my hand above the fingers, got another spoonful, smeared that on my hand, got another and smeared it around her opening. I was putting a little more pressure on each down stroke. She was starting to open up a little each time I pushed. It finally felt open enough to push in without splitting her open. I pushed harder and my whole hand went in up to the wrist. "GOD. SHIT WHAT DID YOU DO?" I was holding it still. "Do you want me to pull it out?" "Good God, No. I've never felt anything like that. It feels wonderful." I started to open up my hand. "Jesus. You're going to stretch me out." I closed my hand and started to pull back. "No. Don't pull out. I know it sounds like I... I've never felt anything like this before. I don't know what to say. It feels good. Keep going." I slowly opened my hand, then started to rotate it. It was tough hearing her talk and moan as if she was in pain, hoping I'd be able to recognize any genuine cry to stop and act on it. She pushed her butt in the air and started jabbering. "OH Shit, Oh My God, Dam Dam Dam Dam, Feels so Good, Gonna Come GONNA COMME OHH MYYYY GAAWWDDDD!" Her butt was thrashing up and down, side to side, taking my arm with it. She was so tight around my wrist and was still clamping. I'd never felt anything like it. I just stayed there and rode it out. After a minute, she slowed down and eased down onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder and said "God. I've never felt anything like that before. You know you're going to have to take it easy to get out of there, don't you?" "I know Mom. Relax as much as you can so it's easier to get out." I kept my hand shut, the fingers as close together as possible and started rotating the arm slowly while pulling back. It slowly worked it's way out as Mom hissed. She was 6 inches off the bed when I finally pulled my fingers out. Her butthole was wide open. I figured I'd be able to see her tonsils if the light was good. "Thank you for the examination, Dr. If you don't mind, we'll take my temperature another day." I looked at my hand. It was surprisingly clean. I picked up the washcloth and wiped off the Vaseline, then did the same to her butt. Her hole had slowly tightened but was still open a little. I leaned over, kissed around the open circle and moved my tongue inside. Mom looked over her shoulder. "Don't start. I don't think I could take any more." She lay back down and shuddered. ------- Chapter 22 I went in Mom's bathroom, put the jar of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet, tossed the washcloth in their hamper and washed my hands with soap and water. As I walked into the bedroom I saw that Mom was under the covers. "Mind it I join you?" "As long as you don't take advantage of me again." I made as if to leave the room. "I'm not the one who started this, Mom." "I know Honey. I guess that wasn't very funny to you, was it?" "No." "Come over here with me, Baby." I went over to the bed and lay down next to her and my back. She wrapped her arm around me, lay her head on my chest and started playing with my hair. "You've gone through a lot of changes the past few days, haven't you." "You can say that again." "Does it bother you to make love to your old mother?" "Mom. I don't think of you as old. But I still think of you as Mom. It just doesn't seem natural. And when you told me about you and Dad, it was so romantic the way you met. How can you do this to him?" "Wesley, don't worry about that. You're not doing anything to your father that he hasn't done to me." "What do you mean?" "Your father and I have kind of an unspoken understanding. He's going to fuck just about anything that moves and there's not a damn thing I can do about it." "You sound bitter." I looked down and saw tears coming down her face. I grabbed the corner of the sheet and wiped them off, then lifted her head up so I could kiss her on the forehead. She smiled and hugged me. "I've never told anyone about it. I'm sorry, Baby. It's not fair of me to put this on your shoulders." "Mom. Like it or not, we've opened up a can of worms here. I'm fucking my mother. And loving it. I'm not about to give that up until you push me away. I also feel guilty about cheating on my father, even though I never got close to the man. From what you're telling me, I don't have any idea who or what he is. You can't just dump this on me and clam up. Especially when I know you're hurting. Damn it Mom, I love you. Let me help you. Talk to me, damn it." She hugged me tighter. "OK, Wesley. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. I'll tell you what. Why don't you go into the kitchen and get the pitcher of orange juice and a couple of glasses while I use the bathroom. This is going to take a while." I stopped by my bathroom on the way to the kitchen. When I came back to the room with the orange juice, Mom was just putting extra pillows near the headboard so we could sit up and talk. She took her glass of orange juice in one hand and held onto one of my hands. She rested her head on my shoulder. "OK. I have no idea how this is going to work out. I've never told anybody any of this before. I've kept it bottled up inside for years. You're going to have to excuse me if I get emotional." I squeezed her hand. She put down her juice, put her left arm behind me, wrapped her right arm around me, still holding my hand. Her head was now on my chest, just below my right shoulder. "I told you how soon we got married after we met and how much I was in love with your father. I also said you've always been my favorite. I was still 18 when you were born. I was innocent and totally in love with your father. He was this strong, experienced, wise man, seven years older than I was. When I was near him, I just felt safe. He had just gone through some pretty bad pain so I wouldn't get hurt just before you were conceived. When you were born, you were the symbol of my perfect love for your father. "Your father had been pretty good up till you were born. He was usually attentive to me. It was as if we were still courting, making up for time we lost in getting married right away. I don't regret getting married when we did, like I said, I would have knocked him off his feet and gotten knocked up before long if I had to wait. I was in heat and nothing was going to stop me. "Towards the end it got uncomfortable to make love the regular way. Your father was patient and I was in love and willing, so he showed me other ways to satisfy him. I was eager to learn anything that would let me show my love for him. "While I'm thinking about it, there's something else I need to tell you. When you're in love with someone, there's no such thing as dirty or wrong. As long as both people agree with what they're doing, it's OK. Now I know you were devastated when you realized you hurt your sister with the ruler. That's why I made sure you made it up to her. What you don't know is how much Leslie needed what you gave her. She's been in love with your father for her whole life and has wanted some attention for ever. Don't think I don't realize how she intentionally acts up and plays with him. I've known about it since she was about 3 years old. Unfortunately, I don't think she'll ever get what she wants from that man, and that's a shame." She squeezed tighter as it was obvious I wanted to question her. "I'll get into that later. Just hang in there with me. The point is you gave her something she's been missing for 11 or 12 years. She needed some discipline and you were the only one perceptive enough to see it. She was starting to get out of control. Not only with you but with others. There wasn't anything I could do about it or she would end up hating me. She needed a strong man to put her over his knee and blister her bottom and I'm glad you did it. And I'll expect you to do it if she ever needs it again." I breathed in. "I know, I know. You scared yourself silly with what you did to her. But I'll tell you something. If you were any gentler on her it wouldn't have done any good. Don't think I don't know what goes on in this house. Sam told me this morning that Leslie told her she deserved that spanking and meant it. She was also proud that her brother blistered her butt. So, like it or not, you may need to do it again." I squirmed a bit in her arms. She let out a little chuckle. "So, am I going to have to take care of that thing before we continue?" I hadn't realized it but I'd grown to full mast as she was talking about me disciplining my sister. "No... I think I'll be OK for a while." She let go of my hand and reached down to me. She held me in her hand, not massaging but moving her hand, then closing it, like she was examining my manhood. Her hand was gentle, soft, almost like a feather. "That's another one you're going to have to think about. Sam almost came when she was telling me about Les telling her about the spanking. Don't get me wrong. She loved having you fuck her in the ass. But sooner or later she's going to want that discipline and is going to do something to make you give it to her. You need to decide whether you want to take responsibility for her and if you can handle doing that to her. You may want to spend some time with Joey and let him know some of what's been going on over here. Sam's got you on a pedestal, but it might be better for her brother to give her what she needs. God knows those two wimpy fathers don't do anything." "God, Mom. I don't know about telling Joey anything. I'm trying to keep this quiet." "If you wanted to keep it quiet, you should have stuck with Daisy. There's nothing more explosive than a teenage girl. When they're ready to spread their legs, nobody's going to stop them. And as soon as they put them together they want the whole world to know about it. I'll bet you a buck the whole cheer leading squad knows what you guys have been up to. "But both girls know how important it is..." "Oh, they wouldn't just arrive and say 'Guess what... We got laid.' They'd find some way of getting the others to force it out of them. I'll bet you another buck you'll be providing stud service to most of the squad within a week. You might want to get Joey to help you out with that, as well. Of course, judging by the way you're reacting today after all you've been through, you might be able to handle it. I'll be right back." She went into the bathroom and ran warm water over a washcloth and brought it in. Yes, I'd come again. She kept up that touching and... I think it was the cheer leader squad that did it. Mom got back into the bed after disposing of the washcloth. She resumed the position, lying on my chest. "Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?" "I'd just been born to an innocent 18 year old." She stuck out her tongue. "Well, I was. I know how tired you were after one night of getting up every two hours. Try doing that every night for almost nine months. You think you like my tits now? You should have seen yourself as a baby. Every two hours at night. You would practically empty me out and I carried a lot of milk in these jugs. Even after you were eating solid food during the day, you still wanted the tit at night. I tried a few times to get you to use a bottle or go without and you'd scream your head off. I know you gave your father hell when I had to go to the hospital to deliver Les. "Your father was just a woman lover. He was happy to romance me, that's what he was made for. He was also proud of you. I think he was proud of the fact that he could make me pregnant and produce a baby. He never was a father. He saw the trouble but he never saw the rewards. When he realized I was pregnant with Les he wanted me to go to the doctor and do something about it. Do you know what that means? They would cut me open like a fish and take out all my reproductive organs. Can you imagine asking your 19 year old wife to go through that? "I first found out he had someone else shortly after we knew I was pregnant with your sister. Of course, her apologised profusely and swore it would never happen again, but I was on the watch now. I saw the signs I'd ignored before. Stories that didn't match. Staying late at the office all of a sudden. Stopping off for a few drinks and coming in at 11 at night. I put up with it for a while, but our lovemaking tapered off quite a lot. The time we made love after that cancer scare was the first time in over a year. The doctor asked me who I was intimate with when I had my first pregnancy checkup for Jaz. Your father had given me a venereal disease. He's lucky he didn't harm the baby because he would be dead. That time at the hospital after the cancer scare was the last time we were together. He takes care of us financially, I give him a place for the world to see as his home and feed him when he's around, but we're not husband and wife anymore. All those business trips he goes on are really to his current bimbo. The last I heard he had problems with a 20 year old at work who wanted him to divorce me and marry her. We're actually comfortable enough with his cheating that he can come to me for advice on things like that." I'd been feeling her tears drip on my chest as she told her story. Mom reached up her hand and felt in her hair, then looked at me. Tears were streaming down my face. She sat up and cradled my head in her arms. "Don't worry, Baby. It's alright now. Mommy will take care of you." She pushed down a strap on her nightgown, releasing one of her breasts. She pulled my head into her as I sucked on the nipple, sighing. ------- Chapter 23 Mom was shaking my shoulder. We were still lying in bed. I must have dozed off. There was drool on her tit. "Wake up, Honey. Your Dad's going to be home in an hour and I've got to make dinner. And we both need to take a shower." We kissed, then I started to get out of bed. "Hold on on a minute, Dear. I got you a present." She reached into her night table drawer and pulled out a wrapped box. It looked about the size of a Whitman's Sampler - those chocolates you get at the drug store for Valentine's Day. It was wrapped like a birthday present. I looked at the wrapping paper, trying to figure out what it was. There were symbols of different kinds. A six sided star, a top, a candle holder with three candles. I realized they were all Jewish. There was a phrase repeated several times on the paper - "Now That You're a Man." I looked at Mom questioningly. "I know. We're not Jewish. It's meant for a boy's Bar Mitzfah. But it was as close as I could get to what I wanted. Go ahead. Open it up." I tore off the paper. The box had a picture of a Greek soldier on a horse, the word "Trojan" in big letters and a word I'd never seen - "prophylactics". It also had a quantity - eight dozen. "Thanks, Mom. What is it?" "Oh, you poor thing. Haven't you ever heard of rubbers?" I think my face turned red. I thought how funny it was. A couple of hours ago my fist was inside her ass. But that taboo of talking to your mother about things to do with sex was still kicking in. "I've heard of them, but I really don't know what they are. They're supposed to be something you use with prostitutes, I think." "Well, if you ever feel the desire to be with a prostitute, you would be wise to use one. But they are basically designed for two things. They prevent you from getting a girl pregnant and they prevent you from getting any venereal disease the girl might have. I'm working on the assumption that you were a virgin until Saturday. Is that right?" "Yes." I still felt embarrassed. "OK. Les is no problem. She's on that new birth control pill they have and you don't have to worry about disease from her. You just did Sam's butt, right? "Yeah. She told me she didn't want to get pregnant." "I don't blame her. That's the last thing either of you need this young. So you don't have to worry about what you've done so far. But you should be careful from now on." She took the box out of my hands and opened it up. She pulled out a small package about one and a half inches square. I could see the outline of a ring inside the package. "This is one rubber. It's also called a prophylactic or a condom but we'll just use the common word. It is designed for one use and one use only. It should be thrown away so that no one can get to it when you are finished. The safest thing to do with it it flush it down a toilet. Since you are the male and are carrying the sperm that can make a woman pregnant, you are responsible for finding out if you need to wear a rubber and for making sure it's put on properly. A rubber that falls off in the middle of sex doesn't do anyone any good. "A gentleman always takes care of the disposal of his rubber unless his lady volunteers to take care of it. It is rude to pull out of a woman and throw your rubber on the floor or leave it on the bed. While I'm on the subject... You'll find that nothing will turn a woman on as much as being polite to her. And nothing will turn her off as much as rudeness. And that includes keeping clean, farting and treating her like a slut. If she's in your bed, she deserves to be treated like a lady." Mom looked down at me. I was at half mast. She bent over and took me in her mouth. Damn, can she use that tongue. I was standing at attention 15 seconds later. Mom had my cock on one hand and the package in the other. She put a corner in her mouth and tore it open. She let go of me to pull the condom out of the package. It looked like a ring of rubber with a rubber diaphragm inside. She had it between the thumb and forefinger of both hands and held it up to me. "You can't put it on if you have it like this." She flipped it around and set it on the head of my cock. "This way it rolls right on." She proceeded to roll it until it was completely on. There was a little pocket at the top. "You want to leave this space so you don't break it when you start coming. A broken rubber means babies. Wesley. I need you to promise me that you will use a rubber with any of your girlfriends who could get pregnant." "I will, Mom." "Good. And make sure you know who you're taking to bed with you. One of the easiest and oldest ways for a woman to get a man to marry is to "accidentally" get pregnant. Nothing feels as good as making love, skin to skin. But forcing 20 years of marriage to someone you just met on yourself isn't worth it. Besides, you can have fun with rubbers." "How's that, Mom?" "Well, a lot of women like to put them on their men. They use it as a method of foreplay. Some women will place a rolled up rubber in their mouth, then roll it over the man as far as they can. And there are even some women who will make a big production of taking it off afterward and squeeze the contents into their mouth and drink it." She reached back in the drawer she got them from and pulled out what looked like a toothpaste tube. "We made out OK with Vaseline earlier today but you can never use that with a rubber. Vaseline has a petroleum base. So do rubbers. They don't mix. The Vaseline actually eats away the rubber and you end up with little pinholes. All it takes is one sperm to get out and you can have one pregnant lady. This is called KY Jelly. It's water based and won't harm rubbers. That doesn't mean you can't use it without a rubber. It's a lot more slippery than Vaseline. "I bet it wasn't much fun when you first snuck up on Leslie when she was on the kitchen table, was it?" "No, it wasn't." I know I turned red at that. "Well, the reason was both of you were dry. Now you and I haven't had that problem and Leslie hasn't since that first time. A big reason for that is you are excellent at getting us soaking wet. You could probably put a milk jug in us after you get done eating us out. But another part of it is that slime you've had all over your shorts for the last few days. Both the man and woman produce lubrication to make coupling easier. Some women produce less than others. Some will be ready for penetration before they are totally wet, and none of us get wet in back. Any wetness from you is going to stay inside the rubber, where it belongs. That's what this jelly is for. It will make the difference between being painful and pleasurable to a woman. Just because you use it doesn't mean you can go wild. Even though you had the Vaseline, it took a lot of work to get me to the point you could put your whole hand in without hurting me." She breathed in deep. "I still can't believe you did that to me. "One other thing, Wesley. There is only one thing you use a rubber for and the same thing goes for KY Jelly unless you're a doctor. If you go over to pick up a cute little girl and her parents see the outline of a rubber or a tube of KY in your back pocket, they won't let the two of you out of the house together and I'll get a phone call about my juvenile delinquent child. Like I said, when a girl is ready to spread her legs, she'll do it, but be discreet. Discretion is part of being polite." "Mom. How do you know all this stuff?" "Well, the stuff about being polite is just common sense. None of us wants to be treated like dirt or without respect. Women talk. I'll meet neighbors at the grocery store or school events and they'll go on and on about how their husbands will come to bed sweaty and dirty and smelly and want to make love. Or how they feel second rate. Or get put down by their husband for something they did in bed with him the night before. I knew I would probably be left with giving you your "father - son" talk so I made an hour appointment with my women's doctor when I took Leslie in for her birth control prescription. The two of us learned about sex for an hour, especially about rubbers and the proper way to use them. One of the reasons I took Leslie with me is that I didn't think she'd wait long enough for the pills to be effective before she knocked your feet out from under you. But you are pretty dense about sex." "Yeah, but I'm learning." "Yes, you are. And any girl will be lucky to have you as a lover." We heard Les and Sam running up the stairs, talking and laughing, then Les's bedroom door slammed. Mom smiled, then looked at me. She pulled the rubber off. "We better get going, Kiddo. Take a shower and I'll start dinner." "Aren't you going to shower, Mom?" "No, Wesley, I think I'll let your father smell a man on me when he comes home. I'm tired of smelling women, finding lipstick stains and all the other signs he shoves in my face. Let's see how he likes it for a change." She tossed the blankets up on the bed. It was obvious the bed had been used since it was made in the morning. "Let him sleep in the wet spot!" ------- Chapter 24 I put my presents away in my dresser, grabbed a clean pair of shorts, jumped in the shower and cleaned up. I was spending a lot more time in there over the last few days. I had 4 pairs of shorts that needed to be washed. I threw them on my bed. I went up to Les' room and knocked on the door. "Who is it." "It's me, Les. Open up." "Come on in." I opened the door and stuck my head in the room. Both of them were in their cheerleader uniforms, laying on the bed. "I'm going to wash some shorts. I just stopped by to see if you had anything you wanted washed." "No thanks. We're going to do a big load together after dinner." "OK. By the way. How many girls on the squad did you tell about us?" They looked at each other like they'd been caught. Which, of course, they had. "All of them," Les said guiltily. "But they made us..." "Sam. You know damn well you could have kept your mouth shut if you wanted to. You two wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes." I got my shorts, went down to the garage and put them in the washer. On the way in, I stopped off in the kitchen. Mom was at the sink washing dishes. I came up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her hair away from her neck with the other hand. I gently breathed on, then kissed her neck about 3" below her right ear. She sucked in a breath as her arm got goosebumps all over it. "Hey, that's no fair. My hands are all wet and I can't get you back." "All's fair in love and war. By the way, I think I owe you a buck." "I knew it. I still say you'll owe me another before the end of the week. Just don't use up all your present." "I'll try not to. By the way, Sam's going to stay for dinner." I swatted her on the ass, got a squeal and headed up to the girls. I was going to walk right in the room, then remembered Mom's talk about being polite. I knocked on the door. "Come in." I opened the door, went in the room and closed it behind me. I made a show of making sure it was closed all the way. I turned around and looked over at them. I got the chair from under the desk and sat down. With my hands folded in my lap, I looked at them, trying to look disappointed, not saying anything. Les finally looked at me pleadingly. "I'm sorry, Wes." "Yeah, me to." "I don't know what to do with you girls. I tried to let you know how important I thought it was to keep our relationship a secret. You're gone for an afternoon and the whole squad knows about it. I just know I'm going to hear about it from everyone at school when we go back. I can't handle that. Maybe we ought to just stop now while we've got a chance." "Maybe you could spank us..." "Sam, that's not the answer. I know you got all turned on when Les told you about it and you may think you want the same thing. But how the hell do you think I feel about it? I saw my sister, who I love, in pain because I punished her. Both of you seem to think you can do whatever you want and there's nothing I can do about it. Well, I'm tired of it. I say we just end it now. It was nice, but it's just not going to work." They were looking back and forth from each other to me. There was a look of realization on both their faces. They finally got that they'd gone too far. Both of them started sniffling, tears running down their cheeks. Les got off the bed, came over to me and hugged me. "Please, Wes. We're sorry. There must be something we can do to make it up to you. I know we shouldn't have done it. Please. You've got to forgive us." "I forgive you, Les. I just don't know if I can trust the two of you." Les had her head buried in my lap, Sam was looking at the floor. "I'll tell you what. I'll think about it and see if I can come up with a solution. Sam. Call your mother and tell her you're going to have dinner with us and sleep over. You guys can talk it over with each other and try to come up with something. We'll talk in the morning. Now get out of those uniforms into something sexy and come down to dinner." They perked up a little but still looked pretty sad. ------- Chapter 25 I went downstairs to see how Mom was doing. I was helping put out dishes and silverware when Dad walked in. He gave Mom his usual peck on the cheek, then backed off and looked at her oddly. She just smiled at him and asked how his day was. "Fine. Um. I, uh, I'm just going to go upstairs and get changed." "That's fine, Dear. Dinner will be in about five minutes. Do me a favor and tell the girls and Jaz when you go upstairs." "Girls?" "Sam's eating with us and then she's going to spend the night," I said. "It's OK, Dad, I already told them to come down for dinner. I didn't see Jaz." I looked at Mom. "I told Sam to spend the night. I need you to play along with me." Mom got a proud look on her face. "OK, Wes. You lead the way, I'll follow." "Just don't try to change anything you don't understand and it'll all work out fine." About this time the girls came in the kitchen. Sam used the phone to tell her mother she was staying overnight. The three of us were sat at the kitchen table when Jaz and Dad walked in. Mom was getting a casserole out of the oven. Dad had a funny look on his face. Jaz yelled out "Hey Mom, what's the matter? You're walking like someone spanked you." Dad looked at Mom as he heard this. "It's OK Jaz. Your brother was just helping me with something and his hand slipped." "Eww. Gross." My younger brother. He'd learn, eventually. My father was looking back and forth between Mom and me. Mom set the casserole on the table, made sure nobody needed anything and sat down. We all started eating. Les and Sam were just picking at their food. I think Dad noticed it. "So, I didn't see either of you after we got back with Jaz yesterday afternoon. Where were the two of you hiding?" "We were in my room." "In your room? What were you and your brother doing there, Les?" "I was being a little bitch and Wes had to spank me. Then he stayed all night and put medicine on me to make sure I got better." That got another "Eww. Double gross," from Jaz. "Is that why you're just picking at your plate?" Sam jumped in. "No sir. Wes was nice enough to punish both of us and tell us what we should do to keep us out of trouble and we went right out and did the wrong thing. And now Wes doesn't want to have anything to do with us." "And we don't know what to do," finished Les. Both girls started crying. This was about as involved with the family as I'd ever seen Dad. He was looking back and forth between the girls, me and Mom. He looked pretty confused. Of course, I was pretty confused myself and knew what was going on with everyone. The whole relationship between the four of us had changed since he left for a day at Sea World. Mom put her hand on Dad's arm. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Dear. I'm sure Wesley has everything under control. Walter Cronkite is on. Why don't you go in the living room and watch the news?" Dad got up and went into the living room. I heard Walter say "Good Evening." The girls were still sobbing. Jaz didn't know what the hell was going on. "Jaz, why don't you call up Billy and see if you can spend the night with him." He looked up at Mom with a big smile. "Oh Boy." He ran over to the phone, got an OK and ran out the back door. "See ya." Mom looked at the girls. They were still sobbing but had settled down a bit. "I bet you feel sorry for yourselves. Look at the two of you. You've never had it better and you have to fuck it up. You may both be able to get away with shit with your wimp fathers but Wes isn't going to put up with your crap." "Mom. That's enough. I can handle it." "I know, Wes. It just makes me so mad. If it was me I'd..." "MOM! That's enough. I told you I can handle it. Dammit, don't you start giving me shit, too." Mom looked down. "I'm sorry Wes. You know what you're doing. I'll stay out of it." She got up and started picking up dishes. I worked my way to the edge of the bench and pulled her into my lap. I gave her a kiss, then eased her off my knee. I swatted her butt. She jumped a couple of feet and screamed like a schoolgirl. "Don't make me spank you." I looked at Les and Sam. They were looking back and forth between each other, Mom and me. "You two help Mom with the dishes and then go up to your room. You've got a lot of thinking to do." "Yes, Sir." Both girls, together, as if they'd rehearsed. I went upstairs to my room. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what was happening. I just wasn't prepared for this. I had no idea what to do. There was no way I was going to make good on my threats if I could help it, but I had to exert some kind of control over those two. What would happen when I got back to school. The girls on the JV cheer squad were all cute, most of them were fairly popular. And I knew how girls acted. All it would take would be for someone to say the wrong thing and then a rumor about how Les was fucking her brother would be going around the school. And the cork was out of the bottle. No matter what I did, the cheer squad knew about us. And if I knew my sister and her friend, they knew everything any of us did, down to the second. I fell asleep thinking about it. When I woke up I heard that quiet you get when the TV is off and the folks are in bed. I also heard some quiet sobbing from next door. I got up and knocked on Les's door. "Who is it?" "Your big brother." "Come in, Wes." The sound of hope in her voice. I walked in the room. Both girls were lying in bed, hugging each other. They had tears on their faces. "Can I spend the night with you two?" They threw the covers off and made room. I lay down between them. Sam turned off the light and both of them rolled over toward me and lay on my shoulders. Both sighed as I wrapped an arm under them. Les spoke. "We're sorry, Wes." "Sh. Sh. We'll talk about it in the morning. Right now I want to sleep with my two favorite ladies." That got tighter hugs from both of them. In a couple of minutes they were both asleep. A minute later and I was gone, too. ------- Chapter 26 I woke up at 7, Tuesday morning. I still had a girl on each shoulder. I worked my way out from under them. No small chore, I can tell you. I got a couple of groans, but I was able to get out and into the bedroom. I made my way downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen wearing her famous robe. I snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. She shivered and tried to pull her head down inside her robe. "Joey was just here asking if you guys were going out on the bikes today." "Yeah, that sounds good. I have no idea what I'm going to do with the girls. Maybe it will do some good to just get away for a few hours." "That's fine if you're getting away to think. Running away is the last thing you need to do." "I know, Mom. I learned my lesson about that last Saturday." "I'm sure you'll work everything out, Dear. How about some eggs and bacon for the road?" "That would be great. Let me run over to Joey's and tell him we're going." "Bring him back for breakfast if you want." "Thanks, Mom." I opened the gate in the fence that separated our back yards. Daisy came bouncing over to me and stuck her nose in my crotch. She'd been doing this for years, I guess now I was going to have to break her of the habit or I'd never hear the end of it. I held her nose in both hands, pushed her away and said "Sit, Girl." She sat, her tail swishing back and forth. I scratched behind her ear, said "Good Girl" and walked toward Joey's back door. Daisy bounced along, just behind me. I tapped on the screen door and Joey's Mom said "Come in, Stranger. Would you like some breakfast?" I spotted Joey say at the kitchen table, pulling a fork out of a mouth full of egg. I waved at him. "No thanks. I was just coming over to see if Joey ate yet. Hey Joey. Why don't we meet at my place about 7:30. I'd like to ride out toward Mission Valley." Joey swallowed a mouthful, took a swig of milk, then said "Sure." I said goodbye and got home just in time to sit down to my breakfast. Mom sat down across from me with a cup of coffee. "I'm sorry if I got in your way last night." "Don't worry about it. Mom. I just don't know what I'm going to do. I'm sorry if I'm being a little crazy." "Well, this is the first time you and the girls are going to be at the same school for a couple of years. As long as you don't ravage them on the quad I don't think there will be any problem with you spending time with your sister and next door neighbor. And even their cheerleader friends. I think it would look a lot less suspicious if Joey joined the group. You know, you're not the first high school boy who's had a relationship with a girl. Many of them have been able to keep it from being spread around." "I know, Mom. It's just... I don't know... Well, I just really love my sister and don't want to mess it up." "Don't underestimate your sister. She can be pretty devious when she wants to. She'll probably have everybody convinced you're hanging out with Sam and she's just the third wheel." "You're probably right. You know what really bothers me?" "The fact that you look like a lovesick cow? And you're afraid anybody who looks at you will be able to tell you're head over heels in love with your sister?" I laughed. "See? That's it exactly. If you can see it, why won't anybody else?" "Oh, come on now, Wesley. I think I know you a little better than anybody else. And don't forget, I've got two spies who tell me everything that goes on, right after it happens. They'll tell some of their friends, but they aren't going to tell the whole school. You may not believe this, but if they told the rest of the squad, they feel confident that no one's going to spread it. They're both pretty good judges of character." "I hope so. I just don't want Les and me to get into trouble when we get back in school." "I really don't think you have anything to worry about, Honey." I heard the screen door open. "What are you worried about, Wes?" "Whether you'd be able to walk away from the table. The way you were stuffing your face..." "Alright, boys. That's enough. Wesley, run upstairs and brush your teeth, then go for your bike ride. Don't forget to kiss the girls goodbye." Joey looked up at this. I did as Mom said. The girls tried to pull me back into bed with them but I stood my ground. "I had a good talk with Mom this morning. I haven't figured everything out, but I think we'll be OK. I'm going to go riding with Joey. Sam? Have you said anything to your brother?" "Good God, No." "Well, he's going to have to at least know about what's going on if we're ever going to pull it off at school. Unless you two want to go to a girls school with the rest of the squad. And you, Samantha are going to have to decide what you want." Les spoke up. "That's easy. We both want you. I'm willing to share." "I see. Do I have any say in this?" "We'll let you think you do. But you really won't." Sam, this time. "Well, at least you're honest. Are you sure about this, Sam?" "As sure as I've ever been. I've been in love with you almost as long as Les has." I leaned over and gave her a fairly long kiss. I was sorely tempted to tell Joey to go ride by himself. I broke away. "Sam. There are several ways we can do this. I can talk to your brother while we're out riding, the two of us can talk to him together when I get back, with or without Les, or you can talk to him alone after we get back." "I think we should all talk. We're all involved." "Good. That's exactly the way I feel about it. I've gotta get going." I gave them both a quick kiss and a pinch, then went downstairs. "I was just about to send Joey up looking for you," Mom said. "We had to get something figured out. You ready to eat my dust, Joey my man?" "You wish." It felt good to get out in the fresh air. It was going to be a nice day, probably in the 80's. I loved riding in this weather. I thought back about the last time I rode my bike. I'd been alone then with different problems on my mind. I could hardly see where I was going for the tears. I never wanted to put myself in a position like that again. That was part of my problem. I was too new at this. The love was there but I was really still a little kid with grownup emotions. I didn't know when to say "stop." All it would take was one fuckup and the whole house of cards would come falling down around our necks. Joey snapped me out of my reverie. "What you been up to the past few days? I haven't seen you around." "Yeah, well, I've been kind of busy. I can't really talk about it right now." "Wes. It's me! Joey! We can talk about anything. What are you doing clamming up on me? You know... Oh My God! Wes Man's in love. I knew it. I knew it! Mom said you hadn't been around because you probably found some girl. I told her you'd never do that without telling me, but somehow I knew it. Tell me. Is it anyone I know?" "God, Joey. You're just as bad as those sisters of ours when they get together. 'I've got a secret.' 'Oh, tell me, tell me. I could just die.' Alright, if you have to know, there is someone. I don't know if you'll approve or not, but I need to come clean with you. I've been seeing her on and off all weekend and I think it's the real thing. Joey, I think I'm in love with Daisy." He actually ran into the curb and had to use his foot to regain his balance. The first time I'd seen that happen since his Dad took off his training wheels. By this time I was laughing and was having trouble seeing because of the tears in my eyes. Joey's face was all red. He really looked pissed off. I was going to have to tell him something or I was going to lose a lifelong friend. "OK, Joe. Here's the story. Yeah, there is a girl. In fact there are two of them. I love both of them, they both love me. They even love each other. They knew you were going to eventually need to find out about us. The three of us decided that we would wait till we were all together before we told you any more. I'd actually like to tell you. I never thought you'd figure it out, but I didn't take your Mom into account. I gave them my word. And I have to honor that or it will weaken the relationship. Are we cool?" "Two fucking women? You? The Wes Man? Jesus Christ. Have they got any friends?" "Yeah, they do. And they're all beautiful. But I'm not going to make any promises. If things go right, and they agree, I'll be happy to introduce you to some friends of theirs. And if you're cool, you may find that one or two of them are interested in you. But if you ever do anything that makes my women feel sorry they introduced you to their friends, you're going to have to answer to me. They mean a lot to me." "God. It sounds like you known these women forever." "They've both been in and out of my life for years. It's only recently that I found out how they both felt about me. I thought about them that way lots of times but was always afraid of how they'd react. It turns out they were trying to get my attention in all kinds of ways but I was too dense to see the signs. You know, I wanted to take a good long ride and figure some stuff out. I'm ready to turn around and introduce you to my ladies." Joey hung a U and was just missed by a VW convertible. The girl in it shook her fist above her head as she swerved. When it was safe to do so, I followed him. "Come on, Joey. You need to get back home in one piece or you're never going to find out any more about this." He looked over his shoulder, a sheepish expression on his face. "God, real dates with real girls. I can finally get some." "Don't retire your hand yet. There's a lot that's gotta happen before you get a girl to go that far. I'm not setting you up with the school tramps. These are nice girls and I have an idea most of them are just as inexperienced as you are. Rushing things will get you tossed out on your ass." I tried to talk about his summer school and anything else I could think of to steer him away from my love life. He kept coming back to it. He was acting like an 8 year old who's just gotten kissed on the cheek by the prettiest girl in his class. If he didn't settle down, one of us was going to have to whup him upside the head. We finally got home. I had to tell him twice to put his bike away. All the reasons not to handle this were gone. He was blabbering about "finally get to meet them" as we walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The first thing I saw was three girls sitting on the couch, hugging each other and crying their eyes out. ------- Chapter 27 I took a look at the three of them. Les and Sam I recognized. The other girl was in a cheerleader's uniform and looked familiar, but I don't think I knew her. I cleared my throat. "Is there anything I can do?" My two looked up, saw me and jumped off the couch, hugging me as if I'd just returned from a six month-voyage. Les kissed me. There was no doubt it was more than a brother-sister kiss. Sam lifted her head to kiss me. She must have seen Joey over my shoulder. She gasped and backed off from me. If he hadn't figured it out by now, he was just as dumb as I'd been. I wasn't going to lose out because of Joey. I grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled her into my body and gave her a good, sound kiss. I let both girls go and looked over at the nervous teenager on the couch. I reached over and took her hand. "My name's Wes. This is my friend Joey." I looked at him for the first time since we'd walked into the living room. Obviously on overload. His mind was trying to piece together what his eyes had seen over the past couple of minutes. I looked back at the girl on the couch. "Hi. My name's Darcy." She looked over at Joey quickly, then back at me. I turned around. "Say hello, Joey." He mumbled "Hi." I turned back. "Darcy... Darcy. Aren't you the one who's been trying to steal Bubba away from my sister?" I got a sharp gasp and a giggle from Darcy. Good. That's the first sign of her cheering up since we came in. Les slugged me in the arm. "I told you that was all a trick to..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Make me take you to bed so that you could trick me into taking Sam to bed and falling in love with both of you." Joey looked like he was trying to make the words make sense. Sam looked at me and tried to point at her brother with her eyes. She looked stiff. "Oh, lighten up, Sam. If he hasn't figured it out yet, he will soon. And all three of us are together so that's not a problem. And it's not like Darcy doesn't know all the intimate details." I looked over in time to see Darcy turn red. It was like everything came together for Joey. His eyes focused and he seemed to expand a little. His breathing sounded like that of a bull, ready to attack the matador. Joey clenched his fists and started moving towards me. All of a sudden he was blocked by two fierce females in cheer outfits. Sam and Les were standing right in his chest with their hands on their hips. It was funny. They were both about a foot shorter than he was but there was no way they were going to let him pass. Poor Joe looked like he wanted to cry. "Come on, girls. Let me at him... I don't want to hurt you." "Joseph Allen!" His head snapped toward his sister as she hit him with both the complete first name and the dreaded middle name. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" All of a sudden, the mad bull was confused and embarrassed. "It was just... I was... Oh shit, I don't know. You're my sister and you're his sister and... I... uh... Its just doesn't seem right." He looked proud to finally get a sentence out. Almost as if they'd rehearsed it (who knows, with these two they probably did) they both leaned over, put hands on his chest and kissed him on the cheek. Joey turned red. They each grabbed a hand and walked him over to the couch. They pulled him down between them as they sat down next to Darcy. Darcy looked at Les in amazement. Les spoke to her. "You see? That's how it can be. You've got to do what we said. You can talk to Wes if you want, but it's not going to make any difference in the end." "I'd like to anyway. Wes? Can you sit down so we can talk? There was probably room on the couch for five people but it would have been a little too cozy. I got a chair and scooted it over in front of the couch, facing Darcy and my sister. I needed something to keep some control in on the situation, and squeezing against Darcy wasn't it. I figured she was going to try to take me to bed. I sat down and said "Shoot." Darcy started at the word. Les said "That probably wasn't a good way to start this conversation. He doesn't know, Darcy." She picked up Darcy's hand in both of hers. "I've got a brother who graduated in June," Darcy started. "He figured he'd goof off all summer, then see about Jr.College in the fall. He got a letter from Uncle Sam this morning. He has to report for duty in two weeks." "Oh, God, Darcy. I'm so sorry. Is there anything he can do about it?" I knew the chances of getting away from a draft notice were slim to none. We weren't directly involved in the war and wouldn't be for four or five years, but it was all around us. Older brothers, people from church, there was no lack of 18 years old kids being drafted. It was almost guaranteed that you'd go over to Vietnam right after boot camp. And if you listened to Walter Cronkite and his pals, very few made it home in one piece. There were stories of people running away to Canada, but I hadn't heard of anybody around here doing it. No wonder the poor kid had been crying. "We can't do anything. He's actually happy about it. He says it's his duty and he's glad to serve his country. I can't yell at him about it. I'm pretty proud of him." "Oh, Darcy. I know we don't know each other well, but if there's ever anything..." "Wes? Do you ever feel sorry? I mean about..." She looked over at my girls. I scooted the chair over the the left and closer to the couch so I could reach Darcy's other had. I leaned over and took it in both of mine. "I tried to convince myself to feel that way at first but I couldn't. It was a great big lie. I'll tell you how I feel, Darcy. I feel happy. I feel proud. I feel lucky. I feel wonder any time I see one or both of these beautiful ladies. She looked to the right at the girls and Joey and smiled. "Yes, I can see why you'd feel that way." I followed her gaze. Les and Sam were beaming. Each had moisture in their eyes. Joey was looking at me in amazement. He finally got it. I looked back at Darcy. "You're in love with him, aren't you?" She nodded her head, a sad look on her face. "Yes." "How bad is it?" "I feel like I'm going to die. My heart almost breaks every time I see him. But he just thinks of me as his little sister." I scooted the chair back and got out of it. "Stand up." I pulled her hand until she was off the couch. "Good. Now slowly turn around." She did. Her body filled out that uniform. There was no doubt Darcy was a beautiful woman. "Have you got any experience?" "Experience? Oh." Her faced turned deep red. "I've let a couple of boys feel my breasts but I haven't done anything else." "Joey. Would you notice that if you had it walking around your house all day?" "Hell, yes." Darcy blushed again but looked pleased. "I don't think he just thinks of you as a sister." I went on. "Leslie. How long did you work on trying to get me to pay attention to you?" "Over two months." "Sam. How long did it take to trip me after Les gave you the OK?" "Well, I started Sunday morning and really got into it the next morning. That was right away." "Sunday? You mean you two planned that feather comment?" Sam looked shy and innocent. "Yes. But the swat was your idea." "Joey. What would you do if Darcy started flirting with you?" "I don't know. Maybe ask her for her phone number if I wasn't too embarrassed." "How about if she walked up to you, grabbed you by the collar, looked into your eyes and said 'I want you to fuck me.'" "If she meant it, I'd go with her right then." "OK." I looked at Les, Sam, then concentrated on Darcy. "You girls play your romantic games and try to figure out why we don't play along. We just don't think like that. I can guaranty you that if any of you three went up to a normal healthy man, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and started sucking on it he would do nothing to stop you. That's romantic to a guy." That got a little giggle from Les and Sam. "Sam let me now exactly what she wanted. While I was busy trying to be a gentleman and make sure she wanted what she said she did, she took off her clothes and showed me. I finally got the idea and gave it to her. And once I knew she really wanted it, I got completely into it. Wait here a minute." I went into my room and broke out the box of rubbers. There were 8 smaller packages inside, each with a dozen. I got one of the packages and went back downstairs. I gave the package to Darcy. She turned another shade of red. "So, I guess I don't have to ask you if you know what these are?" "No, I've heard of them." "I want you to give them to your brother as a present. And tell him that you want him to use all of them with you and that you expect to have to buy more within a couple of days. And if he gives you any crap, start feeling him and start taking off your clothes. If he still won't come through, call me up and put him on the phone with me." Darcy looked at my girls and got a nod from each of them. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss that felt like she was counting my cavities with her tongue. She backed her face up, her arms still around me. She was beaming. "Thank you, Wes. I can see why they love you." She turned to go out the door. I swatted her on the butt just as she started off. She stopped and grabbed her butt with both hands, smiling. "And don't call them breasts. Tell him you want to fuck, not make love. And if he still hesitates, tell him you guess you'll just have to rape him and start taking off his clothes." She had a big grin on her face as she went out through the door. Sam laughed. "Looks like you've got another one, Wes." "Don't be silly, Sam. She's really in love with him." "But he'll be gone in a couple of weeks." "Like I said, don't be silly, Sam. She's really in love with him." ------- Chapter 28 I sat back down in my chair, facing the three of them. The girls were still on edge, not knowing what I was going to decide about our relationship. "Well, Joey, what do you think about all this?" "I don't know. I was real pissed but Sam and Les seem to be OK about it. From what you said to Darcy, you really seem to care about both of them. How long has this been going on?" "Not long. Like she said, Les has been working on getting my attention for a few months. She finally did last Saturday. Sam came into the picture shortly after. I'd been interested in both of them that way for years but held myself back because I thought it was perverted or sick. It isn't either of them." "How..." "I'm not going to give you any details, Joey. For one thing, the way you were acting on the way home, I don't know if I can trust you with any information I don't want everybody in the world to hear. For another, it's really none of your business." Sam broke in. "Why don't you trust him?" "Because he was acting like a 12 year old when I told him I'd found two women. Joey, you haven't had a lot to do with girls, have you?" "I never get the chance. I've started to ask a couple out but I get tongue tied and end up just screwing it up." "Well, he's going to get the chance on Friday." I looked at my sister. "What have you gone and done now?" Les looked close to tears. "Well, I'm sorry. It happened at practice yesterday before we got home. The girls kept bugging us and bugging us and we finally broke down." Sam spoke up. "It isn't her fault. I was the one who said we could talk you into taking us to the drive-in." "How can I take us to the drive-in? What am I supposed do, get Mom to drive us?" Les answered, "There are a couple of girls on the squad who can drive. Sandy's parents will let her drive their Olds Vista Cruiser. It's huge and has three seats. They all want to meet you. And Vicky says she thinks Sam's brother is cute and wants to meet him, too." "I guess I could go to the drive-in. I'd like to see Cat Ballou." "Tough luck, brother. You're going to have to get yourself off some other way. We're going to the Lemon Grove Drive-In for $2 a car. They've got Beach Blanket Bingo and a couple of horror movies. Almost 6 hours at the drive-in." "Yeah, and I'm sure you'll want to watch all 6 hours of it." My sister stuck her tongue out at me. I looked over at Joey. "So, do you think you can act your age if we set you up with Vicky?" "Yeah, I guess I was acting kinda goofy. Sorry, Wes." "OK. I need you to take off. I promised these ladies that we'd sit down and have a nice long talk when I got back from the bike ride." I closed the front door after Joey left and turned around. They still looked nervous. "Why don't the two of you figure out something we can eat for lunch? I'm going to take a quick shower." The girls acknowledged me by heading towards the kitchen. I headed upstairs to get a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt, then jumped in the shower. As I was drying off, I realized that my showers were taking less time since I wasn't beating off in the middle of them anymore. I came downstairs to a find a well laid out table, almost as if Mom was trying to impress company. I had a large bowl of Campbell's tomato soup (my favorite) and a sandwich made with leftover turkey on a plate. There was even a quarter of a dill pickle next to the sandwich. A large glass of milk finished it off. The girls each had the same with half sandwiches and smaller soup bowls. They were sat next to each other, across the table from my food. "This looks good. I think maybe I'll keep you two around." That got a smile out of both girls. "So, I suppose you both talked to Mom after I took off." They both nodded. "OK. So, what did you talk about?" Les started. "She told us she thought you'd settled down a bit." "And that she thought we had good judgment in who we talked to." "But if we didn't use that judgment and do what you wanted that we'd be stuck without you." "And that she'd back you up whatever you do." "And that we should suck up to you like we never have before." By this time Sam had scooted around the table and was draped around my right shoulder. Les had walked over and was doing the same on my left. They reminded me of twins the way they were switching off with each other. "Well, before you start sucking up, I want to know what else you've done. You told me about the squad knowing about us yesterday but didn't say anything about the drive-in till today. I want the two of you to come clean on everything." Sam started this time. "I told Vicky I'd set her up with Joey but that he was fragile and I want her to take it easy with him." "Sandy asked if we minded if she went after you. I told her and all the rest that that was up to you as long as you came back to us." I got a stern look on my face. "So, you think you can pimp me out to your girlfriends and that's going to make it alright to blatantly go against my wishes. Do you think as long as you get me laid you can get away with whatever you want to?" I heard a sudden intake of breath on either side of me and felt a tightened grip on each shoulder. "Les. How would you feel if I told Bubba I didn't care what he tried with you? Sam, how about if I invited Joey into the bed with us?" "Oh, Gawd." "You wouldn't!" "If I acted the way you two did I would. I know you're trying to do what you think is best for me, but I deserve a say in who I take to bed with me. And I don't need to spend my time and energy fighting off women who've been told I'm a pushover so go ahead and try me. Now. Do I have your attention?" "Yes Sir!." Both of them, almost in harmony. "Good. Then get back over on your side of the table so I can see you as I talk to you." They moved back and focused their attention on me. "First of all, even though neither of you said anything, I'm sure you both noticed that I told Darcy and Joey that I've had the hots for you for a long time. And I'm not willing to throw away what we have without trying to fix it." They knew better than to interrupt me, but that didn't prevent the two of them from breaking into huge smiles. "I look at each of you and I physically hurt. You are both so beautiful I want to pull you inside of me somehow. Making love to you is as close to heaven as I've ever been. I know things are as different and exciting for you two over the past few days as they have been for me. I totally understand why you want to tell the world how you feel. I felt it for myself when I talked with Joey on our ride. He guessed I was seeing someone because I was being quiet and his Mom had said I probably had a girlfriend. As soon as he confronted me I wanted to crow like a rooster. I'm proud that the two of you find it in your hearts to love me. You don't know how proud. But we've all got to put some restraints on ourselves. "I realized something yesterday. We've all got adult bodies, adult hormones, adult needs. But we've got the maturity of children. Maybe not in all instances, but we pretty much have the innocence of children. Unfortunately, we're living in an adult world, and not everybody is going to be as thrilled with our relationship as we are. "I've known Joey longer than anybody. I found out today I don't know him anywhere near as well as I thought I did. I told him I had two women I cared a lot about and that I couldn't tell him more till we were all together. He asked if they had friends and then all he could talk about was getting laid. I was actually embarrassed. Sam, I need you to talk with him and teach him how to act with a woman." Sam nodded her head. "I'm not really mad about the cheerleaders. But in the future, if something like this comes up again, just tell whoever it is that you'll put in a good word. Then come to me and ask me if I'm interested. And while we're on that subject, the next time you push someone on me the way you did with Sam, don't be surprised if I just walk away. It would have been one thing if Sam pulled that on me when we were alone, but I don't need my sister proving how tightly she has me wrapped around her finger by forcing me to make love to another woman." Les was sucking on her lower lip to keep it from quivering. "I'll try and behave from now on. It's just that I think you'll like something and I don't stop to think how you'll really feel about it. Like you said, we're not really grown up yet." "One other thing, Les. When is the last time you and I made love?" "A couple of days ago." "And you think that's OK?" "No sir." She was smiling and looked ready to burst. "Then I suggest you get up to your room and wait for me. I'll be up after I talk to Sam." She was beaming. "Yes Sir." She and Sam hugged each other, then she ran for the stairs. I looked over at Sam. She looked relaxed and contented. She'd really been afraid of losing me for almost a day. Probably more so than Les. "I'm counting on you to handle Joey. I don't want a scene at the drive-in because he thinks he can just do whatever he feels like with Vicky." "I'll talk to him. I'm sure I can straighten him out." "Good. Now, I just want to get some things straight between us and I don't want to embarrass you in front of Les. I've been in love with Les since we were little kids. I love you, too, and wasn't BSing when I told the two of you how I feel, but Les is always going to be number one in my heart. I want to be up front with you and I hope you can live with that." "I'm just glad you love me, too, Wes. I've known how Les feels about you since we were all kids and I'd never do anything to come between the two of you." "There may be times when I want the three of us to make love together. It was OK yesterday with Les in the room, but I'd rather it was just two of us. That's why I sent Les to her room alone. It's not a spectator sport for me. At least, not yet. We'll see what happens Friday with the squad, but don't expect me to start an orgy. That's not my thing." "I don't mind if you spend all six hours just kissing Les and me." "Well, we'll see what happens on Friday. Now, I suppose you saw what I gave Darcy this morning." She nodded. "And you know what they were?" Another nod. "OK. I just want you to know that I have lots more where they came from. My Mom takes care of me in more than one way. I'm not pushing you, but yesterday you got nervous about me being between your legs because you don't want to get pregnant. That won't be a problem if you decide you want to make love that way. It just won't be as natural with a rubber. There are lots of other ways we can show our affection for each other if you'd rather remain a virgin." "No, I don't want to remain a virgin, you idiot. I want to make love with you in as many ways as you can think of and a few more. I expect you to send me to a bedroom to get ready for you within the next day and I also expect you to use at least one of those rubbers with me. And I don't want to leave that room till I can't walk normally." "Alright. I'll take you up on that. Now go straighten out your brother while I go see Les." Sam gave me a quick kiss and headed out the kitchen door. I picked up all the dishes, rinsed them off, and left them next to the sink. I was just drying off my hands when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi. Who is this? Wes?" "Yeah. Is this Darcy?" "Yes, it is. Oh, Wes, thank you. I just called to tell you it's better than either of us imagined. You were right. My brother didn't just think of me as his little sister. I don't know how I can ever thank you." "You just did. I'm glad if I could help you be happy. Just tell your brother that I said he needs to take care of you or he's going to have to answer to me. Soldier or no soldier." She laughed. "I will. And thanks again. I can see why Les and Sam love you so much. Oh! He's calling me. Gotta go. Thanks again." I heard dial tone before I could answer her. I felt good as I started up the stairs to the bathroom. ------- Chapter 29 I used the toilet and brushed my teeth. The beard was under control, so I headed towards Les's room. I knocked on her door. "Come in, Wes." I opened the door. My breath caught in my throat. My sister was lying on her bed, on her back, as naked as the day she was born. Except for a big red bow that covered her sex. She smiled her big smile at me. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come over here and unwrap your present?" I closed my mouth and got my legs working. I kneeled next to her bed and leaned over to kiss my sister. So sweat, so moist. It had been too long. There was no way I could give this up. So far it was just our mouths that were touching. I lifted my right hand and let it gently hold her left breast. Les moaned under my mouth. I worked my thumb back and forth over the nipple - gently, slowly. She couldn't make up her mind whether to push herself into my hand or try to pull it away. As the moaning and squirming died down, I moved to her other breast and the game started again. Our kiss continued. I finally pulled away. "I've missed this. Two days is way too long." She squirmed, pushing her back into the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I can hardly stand it. I love you, Wesley." She pulled me back for another kiss." I lifted my hand and lightly dragged my fingernails from between her breasts down to the ribbon. They tickled her stomach as they made their way down her torso. Somehow Les made an "Eeeeey" sound while continuing to kiss me. I feigned surprise as I came to the ribbon. I pulled my head back, looked her in the eyes and said "What have we got here?" Les giggled and started to push me down towards the ribbon. I resisted when I came across her breasts. I spent a couple of minutes worshiping them with my lips and tongue, using my hand to pay attention to the one I wasn't currently licking and sucking. Les made appropriate noises, wiggled and pulled my head into her. I started down with my mouth, following the path my fingernails had taken previously. She giggled as I paid homage her navel with my tongue. It was time to remove the bow. I looked at it and it was a real bow. It was made out of red velvet ribbon, about one and a half inches wide. It ran under her body, just under her butt at the top of her thighs. It must have been a job to tie by herself. I looked up at Les. She was watching me intently. "It seems a shame to undo it. It's so pretty." "There's something even prettier underneath it." I turned my head and checked it out. I could spot a couple of ends. I leaned over and pulled at one with my teeth. It moved easily about 8 inches, then became tight. "Oh, my. I don't know if I can undo this." Les groaned and kind of ground her butt into the bed, squeezing her thighs together. I grabbed the other end between my teeth and pulled. Again, it seemed as if it was going to come undone, then stopped. I moved up to face Les. "That's too much like work." I leaned in to kiss her again. She turned her head to the side, screwed her face up with her eyes closed, made a disgusted noise and reached down. She grabbed the ribbon with both hands and wiggled it off like a tight pair of shorts. Her face was red by the time it was off. Les was the one in our family who seemed to take pleasure in putting so much tape on a Christmas or birthday present that it was almost impossible to open. The more I complained, the more she did it. "I've told you what happens when you make it difficult to unwrap presents." She stuck her tongue out at me, then grabbed my head and shoved it down her body. I nuzzled her snatch with my cheek, then turned and showered it with kisses. Pulling the leg closest to me, I opened her up part way. I was able to kiss just above her clitoris. I pulled my head back. "I guess that's all I can reach." "Damn you." She scooted around so her head faced the wall and her legs were hanging over the bed. I had a perfect view of her pussy. I moved between her legs and lifted them over my shoulders. I reached over and grabbed her butt with two hands and pulled her close to me. I could see and smell the moisture. I licked from the bottom to the top and tasted her nectar. Les grabbed my head with two hands and said "YES!!" I explored her with my tongue. Each time I'd touch her clit her body would react. She was constantly moaning and groaning between "That's it... Keep going... Don't stop... Right there" and other comments. When I put two fingers inside her and started sucking on her clit, she raised her butt off the bed. She was supported by her thighs on my shoulders and her head on the bed. She started shaking, trying to pop my head off my shoulders with her thighs and screamed "OH MY GAWWWD!" I continued to suck until she couldn't handle it anymore. She plopped her ass down on the bed as she pushed my head away. "Jesus. How can it get better every fucking time?" Les reached down, grabbed my head and pulled me to her face. She kissed me as if she was trying to swallow me. She pushed my head away and looked me right in the eyes. "Fuck me. Please. Fuck me right now." I twisted her body around so it was lying on the bed again. Les kicked the ribbon out of the way. I took too long to get my shorts off and she cried out "Hurry!" As I climbed on top of her, I reached down to guide myself into her. "Let me do it." She grabbed hold of me and used my cock to pull our bodies close enough to join. I felt her open up like a flower, then I was plunging down her warm, moist tunnel until I was buried inside her. I was home. I leaned over and we kissed. Les was holding onto the tops of my arms, tenderly kissing me. Her pelvic region was going crazy. She would thrust at me, coming up 6 - 8" off the bed, then drop down. She ground her hips in a circular motion as she moved me in and out of her body. She was literally screwing my cock with her pussy. The next thing I knew, we had stopped kissing. I got my head up away from her and watched as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes closed. She was panting and drops of sweat would actually fly off her as her head swept left, then right. I'd never felt anything like this before. "Les. You're gonna make me come." "Oh, God, do it. Fill me up. Shit. Shit. OH GOD! It's happening!" She dug her nails into my back and pulled me flat against her body. Nature took over and I tried to push my cock as far into her as it would go. She was continually moaning, her whole body moving side to side, her canal convulsing around my cock as I filled her with my semen. When it was over, I lay on my back with Les curled up to my side, her head on my shoulder. I tilted her face up and gave her a kiss. "I love you, Les." "Me too." She moved her head back down and we both fell asleep. ------- Chapter 30 I woke up and looked at the alarm clock on the dresser next to me. 4:30. Les was scrunched up to my side, her head on my chest, one of her arms splayed across my body. Her caramel colored hair was spread out as if she was posed for a magazine cover. I could see her left nostril move as she breathed in and out. Once again I marveled at how beautiful my sister was. I moved my right leg and it felt like it was pinched. Dried juices on my pubic hair that then stuck to the leg. There was also some moisture on the other leg where her body was leaking. I maneuvered my body out from under Les. She moaned and I replaced it with the pillow I'd been laying on. She sighed and hugged it to her chest. And she called me gullible. I put on my shorts and ran down to the kitchen. Mom was doing her cooking thing. She squealed when I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. "Jesus, Wes. Look at what you did to me." She held out her right arm. It was covered in goose bumps. I spun her around and kissed her. She sighed, opened her mouth and held me close. When we finally took a breath, she looked at her arm and then at me. "I'm serious. No one has been able to do that to me since I was dating your father. The same thing with touching me. You come right up to me and grab. Anybody else just puts his hand on my shoulder and I almost knock his head off. How did you ever think to kiss me there in the first place?" "Well, when you're standing in front of the sink with your arms in water up to the elbows, there aren't a whole lot of places to kiss. And I like the way you react when I kiss your neck. As far as grabbing you is concerned, you're my woman and I just feel it's my right to hold on to you and show you my love. You do know I love you, don't you Mom?" She showed that she did by kissing me again. I found out that dinner was going to be ready in half an hour, that we were having meat loaf and that Dad was "out of town" for a few days. I told Mom I was going to take a shower. Another kiss, a swat on her butt and I was going upstairs to the bathroom. After my shower I knocked softly of Les's door. No response. I pushed it in slowly to see her sleeping, still hugging the pillow to her. I went over and sat down on the side of her bed. She looked so beautiful I felt guilty about waking her. "Les. Wakey Wakey." No response. I rubbed her back gently. That got an "Uhhhmm," but nothing else. "Come on, Les. It's time to get up." "Leave me alone." I could have poured water on her or swatted her but I didn't feel good about it. Maybe I was growing up a bit. I was able to move her from her side to her back. I got down and moved her knees apart so that I had access to her love tunnel. I used my saliva to get my finger good and wet and started playing with her pussy lips. I had to repeat the process a few times, then I finally felt warmth as my finger sank into her. I moved in and out and felt her moisten up. It was time to lose the finger. I leaned in and licked from bottom to the top, making sure I maintained pressure as I dragged my tongue over her clit. I heard a hiss as I did this. I concentrated on her pussy, trying to fuck her with my tongue. She tasted different today. I felt a saltiness as I swallowed. As she started moaning and moving her hips, I finally realized what was different. She had sperm mixed up with her own fluids and that's what I was sucking on. Well, she swallowed the stuff, it wasn't going to kill me. Who knows, it might even earn me some brownie points. Not that I was going to make a habit of cleaning my sperm from her pussy. She was plenty wet and was getting into her moving and noise making. I stuck a finger inside her and moved it in and out. I glanced up and she appeared to be asleep, as if she was having a sensuous dream. I leaned back in and started licking her love button. The volume went up, as did the movement. About fifteen seconds into it she clamped her legs on my head, shouted "Oh, God" and shook for a half minute, her pussy chewing on my finger throughout. She relaxed her legs and I moved up her body. She was awake but looked dazed. "Hey, Beautiful. It's time to get up. Dinner's almost ready." "Uhhhmm. Why don't we forget about dinner. Come back to bed." "Can't do it. You took all my protein and I need to get some back. You guys wouldn't want me dying on you, would you?" "Oh, all right. I guess you can have something to eat. But Wes?" "Yeah, Sis." "You can wake me up like that any time you want to." I gave her a kiss and resisted her attempts to pull me back onto the bed. Mom was putting a big glass of chocolate milk in front of Jaz as I walked into the kitchen. He took a gulp and put it down. "Quite a mustache you've got there, Jaz." He laughed and wiped it off with the back of his hand. "So, Jaz, are you ready for some meat loaf?" "Yeah. I love meat loaf." Most everything Mom made was good, but meat loaf was one of her specialties. It always tasted good, but I could swear she never made it the same way twice. I've seen her use bread crumbs, crushed saltines and even leftover dinner rolls to hold it together. There were always eggs. We had some friends in Lakeside who had a few acres. We got our eggs and milk from them. Most of the time they were warm when Mom brought them home and put them in the fridge. Not because they were left out in the sun. They're warm when they come out of the chicken or the cow. Anyway, back to the meatloaf. She'd dig around the fridge and use up stuff she didn't have any use for. Maybe some celery chopped up real fine. Some onion, garlic, maybe some tomato. Always Worshester sauce and ketchup. She'd save all the almost empty ketchup bottles and put a little water in them to get every last drop out. But the best part of the meat loaf was the meat. Back when I was six, Dad bought Mom a big freezer chest that we kept in the garage. I swear, you could have hidden a family of four in that freezer. Anyway, twice a year they had 4H auctions of animals raised by kids who belonged to the club. We usually bought a cow and a pig at each auction. It cost a lot of money all at once but saved money in the long run. We had someone butcher the meat for a portion of it. There were always pieces that weren't steaks or roasts or anything. Mom had a metal meat grinder with a big handle. Many is the time we kids ground up beef for hamburgers, meat loaf, meatballs, whatever. I've never had hamburger meat that was anywhere near as good as our fresh ground beef. Les came into the kitchen. She had a pair of short shorts and a man's shirt on. I felt like taking her on the kitchen table. "How come you're walkin' funny?" "Oh, it's nothing, Jaz. Your brother was tickling me earlier." "Is that why you were screaming "Oh my God' a while ago?" "Yeah, that's why, Jaz." She sat down and stuck her tongue out at me. Mom came up to the table with a big platter of meat loaf. "OK, that's enough. Wes, Les? What do you kids want to drink?" We agreed on milk. Les asked if Mom needed any help and was told everything was under control. The milk was in a gallon mayonnaise jar. Mom moved the cream to the side with a wooden spoon as she poured milk into a pitcher. "Jaz. How about helping me make some butter after dinner?" "Oh, boy. That'll be great. Can we have some on saltines after we make it?" "Of course you can, Honey." Mom brought the milk, three glasses and big bowls of mashed potatoes and green beans over and sat down with us. "OK, everyone dig in." After we all had full plates and were stuffing our faces, I asked Jaz what he did all day. He proceeded to tell me how he and Billy, his best friend in the whole world had done some work on their clubhouse. They had formed a club whose whole purpose seemed to be keeping girls out of the club. Les and I smiled at each other. I told him he'd feel differently when he was a few years older. He didn't believe me. Les looked at Mom. "Do you remember Darcy from the squad, Mom?" "Oh, yes. She's a couple of years older than you, isn't she?" "Yeah, she's going to be a junior. She was over this morning. Her brother just got his draft notice and has to report in two weeks." "How does she feels about that?" "Oh, she's all mixed up. She's proud of him, she's scared. The problem is she feels the same way about him as I feel about Wes." "How do you feel about Wes?" "You know, Jaz. I love him. Just like I love you." She reached over and tickled him. When Jaz was done giggling, she went on talking to Mom. "She knew about Sam and I and came over to talk to me about what she should do. I told her she needed to act. And then Wes and Joey got back from their bike ride. Wes had told Joey there were a couple of women but not who they were. Poor Joey. He got an eyeful and didn't know what to think. He tried to attack Wes but Sam and I held him back." "I would have liked to see that." "Yeah, it was pretty funny. Anyway, Darcy started talking about her brother going into the army and Wes asked her if she loved him. I think that shook her up. Then he told her she needed to go for it and paraded her around in front of Joey and asked him how he'd feel if he had that in front of him every day, what he would do if she flirted with him, what he would do if she wanted to F him. It was so embarrassing yet it wasn't. Then he goes into his room and brings out a dozen of those things you gave him and tells her she should tell her brother she wants him to use them up in a couple of days. She was crying and smiling and kissing Wes as she went out the door. I hope she made out alright." "She did." They both looked at me. I stared right back at them. "What?" "What do you mean what? How do you know how she made out?" "Because she called me to thank me. She and her brother were doing just fine. She couldn't talk real long because he was calling her." "When was this?" "Just after Sam left and I came up to your room." Well why didn't you tell me?" "I just did." "Aaarrggh! Why didn't you tell me when she called?" "I got busy unwrapping a very special present." There was a tear in my sister's eye and a smile on her face as she took my hand and leaned over to kiss me. Jaz took this all in. "Ewww. Gross." ------- Chapter 31 I looked over at Mom. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine, Wes." "You look like you might be coming down with something. Maybe I need to take your temperature." I saw a flush build from above her breasts and up until her face was red. An artery began pulsing on her neck. Les played right along. "He's right Mom. You don't look so good. You should go up to your room. I'll call Sam over and we'll take care of the dishes and make some butter with Jaz. That OK with you, Jaz?" "Cool." Mom was breathing harder by now. "Maybe you're right. I think I'll just go upstairs. Bring your thermometer up, Wesley." I brushed my teeth and hair. Mom had had about 5 minutes when I knocked lightly on her bedroom door. "Come in, Doctor." I opened the door. She had placed candles around the room. Enough so I could navigate without running into things. She was lying on her bed in a long black negligee. It looked like something Ann Margaret would wear. Part of it fit her like it was spray painted on. Every curve of her body was hugged. The bodice was all lace and frills. The tops of her breasts were visible but everything was covered up. It had straps that went over her shoulders. The bottom was a couple of inches above her ankles. You could tell everything she had without seeing any of it. To top it off was some filmy black material that was she was wearing as if it was a robe. If she just had that robe on, you would have been able to count the freckles on her body through it. "Oh God, Mom. You're beautiful." She held her arms up. I felt myself being pulled toward her. I lay on the bed next to her and took her in my arms. There was no doubt that this was a woman. The girls felt wonderful, but they were just that. Girls. My mother was a woman. In all her glory. Our lips met and we fell into each other. Both of us moaned as soon as we started kissing. Our hands were touching, exploring, searching each other's bodies, trying to learn everything there was to know in as short a time as possible. The kisses were passionate and all encompassing. We were dancing a dance as old as mankind. We stopped for a moment. Mom looked at me. "I figured you didn't have enough time for your old Mom anymore." "Come on, Mom. I'll always make time for us." "I know. It's just that you've got Les and Sam and probably half the cheerleader squad after your body. You know it's not going to get any quieter. You're just too good a lover. I'm afraid I won't be able to compete." "You know I like them all. And there's no doubt they're all hot. Mother Nature makes sure a girl is irresistible to any man with life in his body when she's ripe like they are. But you're different. You've grown, you've matured. Sex with you is so more fulfilling because you're a woman and they're girls. Does that make any sense, Mom?" "Yes, Wesley, it does. You continue to amaze me." We kissed and explored each other some more. Mom finally backed off and said "These clothes have got to go." We got off the bed and undressed. Mom managed to do it gracefully and provocatively at the same time. How she did that with a negligee that was skin tight is a secret I'm sure I'll never know. I can't even get a tight tee shirt off without getting my arms and head stuck. We got back on the bed. Mom was on her back and I started exploring her with my lips and tongue. I got down to her breasts and took a nipple in my mouth. She reached up and held me against her, like she had when I was a babe. Her nipples swelled as I sucked on them. A feeling of peace came over me, as if I was home where I belonged. The more I sucked, the harder they got, till they were like little bullets. Mom sighed and moaned, pulling me closer into her breast. I moved up and kissed Mom. "Those are my breasts. They were my breasts when I was born and needed nourishment and they're my breasts now that you're my lover. I can never feel the same about another woman's breasts, no matter how young, how big or how firm she is or isn't. It's not a matter of competition, but if there was a competition, these would win." I moved back down and continued to feed off her. She held me close and sighed. When I decided I'd had my fill for the time being, I worked my way down to her navel. I explored it with my tongue as my mother shivered. There is something so sexy about a mature woman's navel and the way it disappears into her body. Another downward movement and I could feel her red bush start to scratch my chin. I moved and lay my cheek on it. Rough and smooth, curly yet soft, a study in ambiguity. She grew impatient with my exploration and pushed my head down toward her center. Ah. I was accosted by that odor I had come to know over the past few days. Not quite the same with each woman, but not quite different. Like a fine wine that had matured with age, my mother's arousal intoxicated me. I kissed her gently. First on her clitoris. This was met with a sudden intake of breath and a withdrawal of her body. A little lower on her labia. Then I took one of her labia between my lips and pulled it out from her body. I gave it a little swipe with my tongue, then let it fall back into place. Only not quite as close in as before. I repeated this with the other labia and pulled back a bit. I could now see pink between the lips. I moved to the bottom of the path, stuck my tongue in it and moved up toward her clitoris. I got my first taste of her juices. Mom didn't get sloppy wet right away like Les and Sam did. That's OK. I had plenty of time to prime the pump. I continued to lick. I sank into her on the third swipe. He tunnel was warm and smooth against my tongue. The next trip I spent some time moving my tongue in and out. When I moved up I encountered a hard, red nub at the top. I took it between my lips and toyed with it using my tongue. While I was playing with Mom's clit, I maneuvered my right hand under me and worked my index finger into her pussy. She was getting wetter. The combination of my finger and mouth started to get to her. Her hands had found their way back to my head. Her body seemed tense. She felt as if she was ready to pull away from me. Her hands on the back of my head felt tentative, as if she wasn't sure if she wanted to grab me or push me away. Her juices were flowing now. I added a second finger and started pumping in and out. She would thrust her hips up to meet me as I pushed in, then settle back on the bed as I pulled out. Her hands were now holding me to her clitoris, which was just as well the way her hips were bouncing around. I pulled back and added a third finger. As I pushed inside her, I also started nipping lightly at her love button. That did it. Her thighs clamped over my head, her hands pushed me into her body as much as they could and she started to howl. Her vagina was clamping and releasing as she came. I pulled my fingers out of her and moved down towards her asshole. She was covered in her juice. I pushed two fingers into her and started fucking her butt with them. Her anal muscles clamped as her vaginal muscles had. I worked my way out from between her legs and managed to move her onto her stomach. Her hands moved down to her womanhood and she appeared to be humping them. I pulled her cheeks apart and pushed into her ass. She was so wet I was able to go right in. She went crazy, fucking her butt at me like a madwoman. I was hardly moving and would bottom out as she pushed back and almost come all the way out as she pulled away. She was panting and grunting as she fucked me with her ass. She wasn't as tight as the girls, but I had never experienced anything as intense as this. I grabbed onto her arms just below the shoulders and hung on. All of a sudden she pushed up and held it. I felt like my cock was in a vice. She started making a noise in the back of her throat, quiet at first, then louder and louder until it was almost deafening. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyeyeeyeyeyeyeyeyeyyeyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I was ready to come but her anal muscles had clamped down on me so hard that I couldn't. After 15 seconds or so, the noise stopped and she fell down on the bed. Her butt was now pulsing and she was panting as if she'd run a marathon. If the clamping down had stopped me from coming, the pulsing of her muscles on my cock brought me right back. I pushed into her as far as I could which made her push back at me. I came as if I'd been without for a month. I don't know where it all came from. It actually started to hurt toward the end as my body tried to pump something that wasn't there. Mom laid out flat on the bed. I was on her back, just as flat. Both of us were covered with sweat and breathing hard. My ear was just under her left shoulder and I could hear her heart beat. I started to slip out of her. Mom moved and said "Let me up, Wes." I rolled off her onto my back. She took off like a shot towards the bathroom. It sounded like she just made it before I heard her body emptying out the fluids I'd deposited. She came back into the bedroom after a few minutes with a nice warm washcloth. She took great care to make sure I was clean. There's nothing that says "I love you" like your lover bringing in a warm wet washcloth when you're crashed out on the bed after making love. Mom put the washcloth in the hamper in the bathroom then came back into the bedroom. "Would you like to sleep in here tonight?" "I'd love it." "OK. Just give me a minute to check on the kids." "Mom. It's OK. Les is a big girl. I'm sure she and Sam can handle Jaz for one evening." "You're right. I just can't stop being Mom. Come on. Get up off the blankets so we can get inside." We climbed in bed and got comfortable. I was comfortable with Mom when I was laying on her, my head just below her shoulder, her arm wrapped around my shoulders. It wasn't that way with the girls. I needed them to lie on me and be in my arms to feel right. She squeezed my shoulders. "So, Wes, are you ready to take care of half the cheer squad?" "I don't know. I love being with you and with Les and with Sam, but I don't know any of those women. Sam was telling me I was going to have Darcy to contend with after her brother goes to Nam. It just doesn't feel right. I spent 20 minutes making it so she would be with him because she loves him and Sam's trying to get her in my bed as soon as he ships out. I just think I should feel something for a girl before we rush into bed." "My, my. You're pretty mature for a boy your age. Most boys find they've got a cock and can't wait to put it everywhere they can. It takes some growing up to realize that there's more to women than a couple of tits and a pussy." "I know it will probably get me some sarcastic remarks at school if it ever gets out, but I really don't have any desire to fuck anyone I don't really know." 'You may get a remark or two, but what you'll really get is a lot of women that want to know you. We like to feel that we're more than an easy lay. I don't think you'll lose any of the girls' respect by holding off till you get to know them better." She gave me a peck on the top of my head. "So, what are your plans for tomorrow?" "Well, Sam really wants me to take her to bed. I told her I'd work her in when I could and she's been patient, but I think I should do it tomorrow. First I need to catch up on some of the lawn jobs I've neglected the past couple of days." "I'm sure Sam can arrange to stay over tomorrow night with Les if that's what it takes. It's good to see that you aren't forgetting your customers." "Mom?" "What, Wes?" "Is there any way you can get Sam on the pill? I can see the need for using condoms with someone you don't know but it's so good without them with you and Les. I know I'll have to use them for a while, but I'd like to be able to make love to Sam without them." "I'm sure there's something we can work out. I'll have a talk with Sam about it tomorrow." "Thanks Mom. I love you." "I know you do, Honey. You've got a big day tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." I leaned up and kissed Mom goodnight. "OK, Mom. See you in the morning." I curled up on her chest again as she pulled me close. ------- Chapter 32 I woke up alone. I looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was just after 8 in the morning. I got up, went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then took a quick shower. I decided to shave even though there wasn't much growth on my face. By the time I brushed my teeth and hair, threw on a pair of shorts and made my way downstairs it was 8:30. I was just walking through the kitchen door when I heard Jaz. "You're walkin' funny again, Mom. Did you fall onto the bar on your bike like I did?" "No, Jaz. It's just an adult thing. I'll be walking fine in a few days." Les chimed in "We'll all be walking better in a few days, Jaz." I checked out the kitchen. Jaz was sat at the table with his bowl of Trix. I don't care what Mom makes for breakfast, he has to have his Trix. Les and Sam were on either side of him on the bench drinking coffee with lots of milk and sugar in it. Mom was at the stove, watching over big frying pans of bacon and scrambled eggs. She was taking four pieces of toast out of the toaster and putting them on a plate. "OK, you guys. I need someone to put some plates and silverware on the table." The girls got up and did as they were told. Les also went into the refrigerator and got a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl with butter in it. I looked at my younger brother. "Hey Jaz. Did you make that butter last night?" "Yep." He looked proud of himself. "Is it any good?" "Yeah. It's reeeal good. Isn't it?" He looked at the girls for confirmation. Les made a production of licking her lips and Sam followed suit. They both said "Uuuhhmmm." "OK, then. I guess I'll just have to try some of this good butter on my toast." I got a piece of toast and took care to spread the butter just right. Then I held it under my nose and sniffed, then licked a bit of the butter and finally took a small bite and savored it. "Smooth. Not too spicy. A hint of milk. I'd say it's La Mesa butter from Lakeside cream, probably a July 1965 vintage. Very good." I reached over and messed Jaz's hair as he was giggling. Mom came over with the bacon and started piling it on our plates. She put that pan away and did the same with eggs. She seemed to have a better appetite than most mornings. The food was fantastic. The bacon was from the half pig we had in the freezer, the bread was from Dudley's bakery in Ramona and the eggs had been laid yesterday. And the butter had been in a cow till yesterday afternoon. Better than Trix any day. I was sitting next to Sam. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "What cha got going on today?" "Well, we've got practice from 11 till 1, then nothing." "That should work out pretty good. I've got three lawns I've got to mow and then I'll probably have all afternoon with nothing to do. Unless you can think of something." She thought about it for a bit. After about 15 seconds, it finally hit her what I was talking about. She reached around me and pulled me toward her and gave me a kiss that would have knocked my socks off if I'd been wearing any. "I'm sure we can find something to do." "So, Les. Are you going to be OK without the two of us for a while?" "Yeah, I'm a big girl. I'm sure I can find something to do." We finished up breakfast. Mom told Jaz he could go play with Billy if he wanted and he was gone like a shot. She asked Sam if she could help with the dishes because she had something she wanted to talk to her about and Sam agreed. I gave them both a kiss as I headed out to the garage to get my mower. I was wheeling the mower down the driveway when Les came out the front door. She came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It would have looked innocent if any of the neighbors were observing but the way she leaned into me had me starting to get hard. "You don't know how much she's been looking forward to this, Wes. Thanks, from both of us." "You're welcome, Les. It's not like I'm being forced or anything. I love her just like I love you and Mom." She kissed me on the cheek again and I pushed the lawnmower into the street. I heard what sounded like a scream and looked back at Les to see her hands up to her mouth, an expression of horror on her face. I looked to my left just in time to see a car run into me. The last thing I remember is the impact as it threw me down the street. ------- Chapter 33 Les's Story My brother has to have the thickest head of any male I've ever run across. He's one of the most caring, wonderful people I've ever met, but sometimes he just can't see what's right in front of his face. Mostly when it comes to women. My name's Les. I'm 14 years old, will start as a freshman at Grossmont High in a couple of months and have already made the JV Cheer Squad. My brother's name is Wes. He's 15 and will be a sophomore. He rides his bike all over the county and is on the cross country team, so he's in real good shape. Both of us are best friends with Joey and Samantha, a brother and sister next door. Actually, Wes and Joey are best friends and Sam and I are best friends. The only time anybody calls Sam Samantha is when they're mad at her or want to make sure the person being talked to knows she's a girl. Wes and I were best buddies as long as I can remember until he started Jr. High School. I guess he thought he was too big to be hanging around with his little sister anymore. He went from this big brother I could always count on to this guy I hardly ever saw. It took a long time for me to realize he was just being an asshole as he grew up. I thought he didn't love me anymore. Anyway, shortly before I finished Jr High, I decided I was going to get him to pay me some attention. We were finally going to be going to the same school and were going to be pretty much equal. Most seniors look down on sophomores almost as much as they do freshmen. Plus, I'd realized that I was in love with my brother as time went by and we weren't together like we had been. Not love as in brother and sister but love as in take my cherry and fuck my brains out. I'd gotten closer to Sam since Wes took off and by now we were together constantly. And it seems that Sam was in love with my brother, too. It's funny. I didn't want to say anything to Sam about how I felt because he's my brother. And she kept from telling me how she felt about him because he's my brother, too. When I finally broke down and told her, her reaction was the last thing I expected. She looked like she just lost her puppy. I asked her what was wrong and she told me everything was fine and she was happy for me, but I knew in my gut there was something going on. I finally figured it out. I asked her if she liked him too and she denied it. But there was some kind of reaction there. A quick look of relief, then back to the lost puppy dog look. I finally got her to admit to it. She'd fallen for him over the years, now he was the only thing on her mind after she went to bed and was taking care of herself. I told her we could share him and she looked shocked. We talked about it and realized that we both loved him and hopefully he would love both of us. There was nothing to be jealous about and we decided right then that we'd snare him by the end of the summer. Our Mom was aware of how I felt about Wes and had been for years. She didn't think too much of it at first but as time went by and she realized how serious I was about it she was a great person to go to for advice. She put me on the pill as a Christmas present so I was safe. She told me that men were caught up in their own little world and I was going to practically have to throw him on the bed before he would get the idea. By the way, Mom's gorgeous. She and Dad started just after she got out of high school, so she's only 34 years old. She has this beautiful mane of red hair and a body most women would kill for. The coloring and body make her look like Ann Margaret, the actress. Sam's father subscribes to Playboy and I've seen some of the women in there. Mom puts them all to shame. So, Sam and I decided we'd get Wes to notice us. Hopefully notice me first, then we'd work on Sam. I started walking around in tight shorts and shirts that showed off what I've got to the best effect. My ass is my best feature and my legs go all the way to the ground, but my tits aren't too bad for my age. Right now I'm a 32 B. They are like little cones with nipples that stand up real proud when I get excited. I look real good in a shirt that buttons with a few top buttons undone and the tails tied together right under my boobs. I look pretty good in a tee shirt that comes down to the middle of my thighs, but I look unbelievably hot in a man's dress shirt. I got the idea from a movie I saw earlier this year called The Ipcress File. Michael Caine is so dreamy. Anyway, there's a scene where this girl stays overnight and comes out of his bedroom and the only thing she's wearing is one of his dress shirts. She looked so hot in that movie. I look even hotter. Sam and I got dressed in our bathing suits one Saturday and put tee shirts on over them. We got Mom and Dad's cars out in the driveway and washed them both. We had fun throwing suds and the sponge at each other and then spraying each other with the hose. By the time we were done we were soaked. Wes was so funny. He'd walk into the garage and pretend to be doing something near the door, then look away any time one of us looked at him. Then he decided to clip some bushes in front of the house. Later, we took the shirts off and laid out in the back yard on blankets. I saw him peeking out of his bedroom window a couple of times, but he didn't follow through. I was beginning to believe that Mom knew what she was talking about. Well, what did I know about Wes? He had to be as horny as I was. He probably wanted it just like I did but was all caught up in the morality stuff about brothers and sisters staying away from each other. If he only knew how many girls in school had the hots for their brothers, he'd be shocked. When we grew up, Wes was my protector. If I skinned my knee, he made a big production of putting on a bandage that would fall off within five minutes. But he would always kiss whatever it was better. There was so much love, so much caring in those kisses. If I could rekindle that protective feeling in him somehow, I knew I could get him into my arms. Darcy is a Junior on the cheer squad. She's beautiful. She's in love with her brother, too, but I didn't really know her at the time. I did know that there's a guy on the football team that falls all over himself every time he sees Darcy. He plays defense, is huge, and was held back a couple of grades when he was in elementary school. His nickname is Bubba. He drives a GTO convertible and is totally harmless. I don't think he's ever kissed a girl. So, I used my charms and somehow Bubba got the idea that if he would take me and Sam to practices and hang out with me, there was a good chance I could get Darcy to pay him some attention. He's so cute. He'd get all flustered when I'd grab his arm and lean into him and smile my biggest "I just adore you" smile at him. He was so tongue-tied that he never mentioned that I wasn't doing anything to get Darcy to notice him. Of course, I only did those things when I knew my brother was watching. He'd be mowing his lawns or running around the track at school and I'd be pretending to be in love with Bubba. It finally hit him that this big, mean senior was after his poor, little, innocent sister. He came up to me one morning after breakfast and very confidently told me that he'd noticed what was going on and he was a lot older than I was and he was sure I didn't realize it but Bubba was going to try to take advantage of me. I looked him in the eye and told him to fuck off. Well, he got this idea that I had no idea of how boys and girls related to each other and dedicated his life to try and convince me that he was saving me from a fate worse than death. I just kept pushing him away. Each time I did, I could see his blood pressure rise a little more. He couldn't understand why I didn't listen to his advice and be a good little girl. One day I made it even worse. I looked him right in the eye and said, "You're just jealous because you can't get a girl to go out with you and I'm not even in high school yet and I've nabbed a senior." It was like the air leaked out of him. I wanted to grab him and say "Can't you see I'm in love with you?" but I couldn't. It was getting near the weekend. I had Mom convince Dad to take her and my little brother Jaz to Sea World on Saturday. They would go to my Aunt's for dinner, meaning I'd have all day Saturday till about 10 at night to finally trip Wes. Well, the big day came and I made myself available for another lecture. I let him go on and on and got him thinking he was convincing me to change my ways. Then I hit his male pride right between the eyes. I grabbed his arm with both of my hands and leaned into him, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. From the look on his face, it was obvious he thought he'd convinced me. "If you're so worried about what's good for me and what's not, where have you been for the past three years?" It took every ounce of strength in my soul to keep from taking him in my arms. He looked so sad. I knew it was for the best, but it was like I stabbed him in the back and then twisted the knife a few times. He was struggling to hold his jaw steady and I saw tears forming in his eyes. He couldn't hold it in - he made a noise, kind of a snort. I couldn't face him. I did the best acting job I've ever done in my life. I took off as if I didn't have a care in the world and ran to the curb where Bubba had just driven up, making sure to look as sexy as possible. I scooted across the seat and leaned up against Bubba, then grabbed onto his arm just as I had done with Wes. I looked over my shoulder at Wes and gave him a big smile as if I knew I was going to get fucked by the football team and was looking forward to it. I saw his shoulders slump and his hands went up to his face just as we took off down the street. If this didn't work, I didn't know how I was going to live with myself. Well, all the way to school and while we were warming up, the only thing I could think about is how rejected Wes looked as we drove off. I realized that maybe I'd taken it too far. This was my brother. The guy I kept telling myself I was in love with. I needed to do some serious damage control. I told the girls I was starting to get some bad cramps and needed to get home. Luckily, Bubba was still around and I could get a ride with him. He was curious about why I needed to leave right away until I told him it was "woman problems." He turned red and didn't say much till we got home. He stuttered out something about hoping I felt better, then drove off. I think I was a little too cocky. All my life I've been able to get away with murder with my Dad. I just cuddle up on his lap and bat my eyes and he'll forgive me for anything. Plus, I was able to get Bubba to do anything I wanted without doing much of anything. I expected the same from Wes and was finding quite a lot of resistance. I went in the door off the kitchen. Nobody there. I checked out the dining room and living room and they were empty, too. I walked upstairs and saw Wes's bedroom door was open about an inch. I gently pushed it in so I could see inside the room. Wes was lying on his bed, the blankets all messed up and the pillow scrunched in his arms. He was almost in a fetal position. He was asleep, but it looked like he had a hard time getting to sleep. Like he was tossing and turning a lot. I saw tear tracks down his face. I started to walk over to him and stopped. What was I planning to do? Hug him? Tell him I was sorry? Tell him I wasn't going to mess around with Bubba anymore because he was the one I wanted? No. I wanted to do all those things but it had to be his idea or he'd never go for it. I don't know. Maybe I'd seen too many Doris Day movies. I figured he would be just frustrated enough that if he came across me in some helpless position, he'd sweep me off my feet, take me in his arms, realize how much he loved me and kiss me passionately. We'd undress each other between kisses while he dragged me to the bedroom. And of course we'd live happily ever after. I went into the bathroom and made sure I looked my best, then got one of my teen magazines and went downstairs to the kitchen. I cleaned off the kitchen table and lay down on it on my stomach. We have this big rectangular table with a built-in U-shaped bench around it. The open end of the table faces the doorway from the rest of the house. The edge of the table was at the bottom of my stomach. I was supported by the table and my butt was pointed right at the door. I stretched and played with my uniform so that my skirt was just over the very top of my butt. The majority of it was covered only by my uniform panties. I looked as helpless as Doris Day ever did. I waited. And waited. And waited some more. Goddamn him. When the hell was he going to come down and sweep me off the table? The edge of it was digging into the tops of my legs. And I couldn't reach the floor, so my feet were kind of swinging in the breeze. And the magazine was just getting plain boring. I heard something. Finally. Wes was moving about upstairs. It sounded like he slapped the wall in the hallway with his hand. "Damn Her." At least he hadn't settled down. I heard the bathroom door slam into the wall of the bathroom, then the sound of Wes peeing into the toilet. He flushed it and then the water went on in the sink for a few seconds. "Stupid Bitch." I heard him coming down the stairs. I wasn't too sure about this now. Maybe I wasn't as smart as I thought I was. I did my best to look helpless. I heard Wes stop at the doorway. It sounded like he slapped both sides of the door jamb and took a deep breath. Then nothing. I wanted to look around sooo much. My lower lip was quivering and I was going to start crying real soon if something didn't happen. I heard him take a deep breath, then start walking toward me. His feet hitting the floor didn't sound natural. It was almost like a robot with tennies was plodding across the kitchen floor towards me. He stopped just behind me. I know this happened fast, but it was as if time slowed down. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could hear and sense what was going on. The first thing he did was lean over and put the fingers of his left hand just to the right of the crotch of my panties. His hand was upside down with the thumb pointing at the floor. I know I sucked in a big breath. I was just about to yell his name when he pulled to the left, uncovering my pussy. This wasn't right. It was supposed to be romantic, each of us undressing each other between kisses. I felt his cock pressing into me. This wasn't a penis or even a dick. It was a cock. And it was angry. I was scared and started to lift up while saying something like "hold on" or "wait" or "please, no." He pushed in all the way and it hurt. Oh, God it hurt. I couldn't say anything. My lungs sucked in as much air as they could just before he put his left hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down on the table. He was mumbling things like "bitch" and "put out" and "I'm just as good as he is." He was pumping in and out of me. I was dry for the first few pumps and it hurt. My body started to moisten up. Probably some instinctual action to survive. It actually felt good as he pulled out while I was moist. But then he pushed in as far as he could go and it hurt as he stretched me. He pumped his load into me, then pulled out. He must have looked down between my legs. He sucked in some breath, said "Oh, Fuck," pulled up his shorts and ran out the other door towards the garage. I heard a thump as his hands slammed into the side of the house followed by the sound of him throwing up. The side door to the garage was thrown open, then I heard him take off on his bike. I came to and realized it was over. He wasn't holding me down to the table anymore. I got off the table and immediately had to sit down. The combination of my legs being half asleep from lying on the edge of the table for so long and my cunt hurting from the rough treatment it had just received was too much. There was a combination of semen, blood and my juices pooled on the edge of the table where I'd been, dripping off onto the floor. After I caught my breath and figured I could stand, I got some paper towels and cleaned up the mess we'd made. I went to the bathroom and got rid of some more, put my uniform in the hamper, then took a long, hot shower. I felt better after I'd cleaned up. I dried my hair and brushed it till it shined. I put on my robe. It was a present from Mom a few years ago. Predominantly blue, with buttons that ran from my neck down to the bottom of the robe, right near my ankles. It was like my security blanket, so warm and snuggly. I hugged myself and wished it was Wes. Well, I finally got him to pay attention to me. Not quite the way I had it figured out, but now we had something I could work with. One thing I knew for sure. My brother was feeling guilty. The fact that he threw up right after he raped me made that clear. He'd ride that bike for hours but there wasn't any way he was going to erase what he did. Sooner or later he'd be back and he would have to try and make up with me. I looked at the clock. 4:30 in the afternoon. The family was due home by about 10. I needed more time. I called Aunt Doris and told her I needed her to do me a favor. She agreed to tell Mom I needed them to stay overnight but wasn't sure they'd be able to convince Dad to stay there. I told her to tell Mom that this was it and I needed the whole night to make it right. And not to let Dad hear her. Mom would figure out how to make it happen. Aunt Doris agreed to do as I asked. "I'm not going to be sorry I did this, am I?" "No, but I'm going to very happy you did. I can't tell you about it but this is something Mom and I have been working on for a long time." I hung up the phone, went outside and washed away the vomit with the hose. My insides felt sore, but I could live with it. I felt really hungry so I checked out the refrigerator. I ended up eating two big bowls of raisin bran with fresh milk on it. When I finished, I rinsed off my dishes and went up to my room to wait. I pushed my door closed without latching it, then arranged my pillows so I could lay down and watch the door. ------- Chapter 34 Les's Story I lay on my bed and waited. And waited. It started getting dark. My feet were feeling cold. I got my pink bunny slippers and put them on. Wes was always making fun of them so I'd have to remember to take them off when he came in. I must have dozed off. I heard the back door in the kitchen slam. It was dark so I turned on the lamp next to my bed. A minute passed then I heard a scratching noise on my door. "Who is it?" "It's me, Les. Can I come in?" "I guess so." I straightened out on the bed. Damn. I still had the slippers on. He slowly pushed the door open and leaned in. He looked like he was afraid something might attack him if he wasn't careful. I looked at him, waiting for him to say something. He just stood there. He was shivering and I noticed that he was wet. I wanted to open my arms and hug him but that would mess up everything. I realized he wasn't going to say anything. "What do you want, Wesley?" I never called him Wesley. He noticed the change in name. He sucked in a deep breath as his head jumped back an inch or so. He almost croaked "We need to talk." Not like that. "You're dripping all over my carpet. Go take a shower and get into some dry clothes and I'll hear what you have to say." I made it sound like an order. He turned and left the room as if he was glad to be able to get away. I heard him getting clothes out of his dresser drawer, then he went into the bathroom. A minute later I heard "For God's sake, she's your sister." He was obviously thinking about me. Mom had said I needed to practically throw him on the bed. Now was my chance. I went got up, took off my slippers and made my way to the bathroom. The shower was going and I was able to push the door open and get in without disturbing Wes. I pulled the curtain out at the back and he was facing the shower, his head down with the hot water pouring on it, his right hand in front of him, playing with himself. I got out of my robe and hung it on the back of the door. I smelled something. Oh, God. It's a wonder he didn't smell it. I just reeked. I swiped a hand between my legs and it came out sopping wet. I slowly pulled the curtain out of the way. He was still under the water, so he probably couldn't hear too well. I was able to get in, pull the curtain closed and sneak up behind him. I was so nervous I was shaking. I took a deep breath (as quietly as I could) and moved up behind him. I pushed my pelvis into his butt and reached my wet hand around him, putting it on top of his. We moved his penis back and forth as a team. His butt felt firm and warm up against me. This is what I'd been waiting for all those years. He must have suddenly realized I was in the shower with him. He dropped his hand and stiffened up. I whispered "Shhh. Relax and enjoy it." I carried on moving my hand forward and backward. He fit in my hand like we were made for each other. He suddenly bent his knees and thrust his pelvis forward, grunting. White stuff spurted out of his penis, landing on the front shower wall. It looked thick and goopy as it slowly dripped down. He kept pumping and pumping. I couldn't help giggling. I leaned near his ear and said "Well, are you going to run away again or are you going to clean up your mess this time?" I swatted him on the butt, left the shower, threw my robe on and went into my room. When I got to my room I made sure to do up all the buttons on my robe and put on my slippers. I lay back on the bed to wait for my brother. He stayed in the shower a long time. And then it took a while for him to finish in the bathroom. Maybe it was just my nervousness. I heard the bathroom door open, then there was a soft knock on my door. "Come in Wesley." He slowly came through the door. As if he was afraid of what he'd find on the other side. He looked at me without looking, like a puppy who knows he's done wrong but is hoping you'll forgive him. His hair was still wet and there was a little moisture he'd missed on his chest. He was wearing a pair of shorts. I waited him out. "I'm sorry, Les." "What are you sorry about, Wesley?" He was sorry about the incident in the kitchen. He didn't know what came over him. The way I was acting with Bubba, him trying to protect me from him and me not listening, his frustration in my being independent, all these things added up to him flipping out. "You really hurt me, Wes." He practically fell all over himself apologising. The last thing in the world he would want to do was hurt me, he loved me more than anything, if there was anything he could do to make it up to me he would. There was the word I was looking for - "anything." I told him he really hurt me down there and I wanted him to fix it like he used when I got hurt. He argued back that washing it and putting bactine on it wouldn't work like it did on a scraped knee. I told him what made it better wasn't washing or bactine or even his clumsy bandages. What made it better was the love I could feel when he would kiss it better. "I want you to kiss it better, Wes." That was obviously the last thing he expected me to say. I'm not sure if he was more shocked or disgusted. He finally made up his mind and looked up at me. "What do you want me to do?" Oh, God. What did I want him to do. I wanted him to make love to me with his mouth and tongue until I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to feel him filling me up and then spurting inside me. I wanted to taste him and make love to him with my mouth until he filled me with his juices. I wanted us to lay in each other's arms forever, kissing until our mouths ached. I looked at him, nervous that he would refuse me and praying that he wouldn't. "Just start undoing buttons from the bottom of my robe." He looked up at me, thought a couple of seconds and said "OK." I let out some breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and smiled in relief. He brightened up as I smiled and then put his attention on the bottom button of my robe. I lay still. He got the bottom button is his hands and seemed to have some trouble with it. I was just about to lean over and help him when he undid it and spread both sides of the robe open. I was scared, I was nervous, I was exhilarated, I was ecstatic, I was a ball of emotions. Three years of desire and a couple of months of outright attack were finally coming to fruition. He was two or three feet from touching me with his mouth and tongue. It took all the effort I could come up with not to squirm. I had to bite my finger to stop from yelling out. I kept my eyes closed as he continued to the next button. And the next. And then he kissed my knee. It was like a shock went through my body. I had so much energy stored up and his kiss just acted like a ground. My whole body pushed the energy to and out of my knee into him. I sucked in air and bit down on my finger. The next thing I knew, he was kissing the other knee. Any energy that was left in my body was sucked out of that knee by his lips and tongue. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. He opened another button. I felt him lift his body up, then move up between my legs to get to the next button. This one was almost at the top of my thighs. Two more buttons and I'd be totally exposed to him. He opened the button over my thighs and opened the robe some more. I felt him move up to get to the final button. Oh, God. This was it. What was he going to think? Would he continue? Was I pretty enough for him? I stopped questioning myself when I realized he was hesitating. Oh, no. Don't quit now. We're so close. I felt warm breath about an inch or two down my left thigh, then his lips lightly brushed across the skin. My body went out of control. My hands shot down between my legs which clamped onto my hands. I bent. Not quite a fetal position but in that direction. I sucked in air, moaning while I did so. I felt my eyes go up in my head and then nothing. Sometime later I started to wake up. My knees were up to my chest, my hands still tucked in between my thighs. Somehow Wes was hugging on to me as if he was afraid I was going away. I used all my will to push my legs down to where they belonged. I still kept my hands between them as I shivered. I'm sure I made some kind of noise. I opened my eyes and saw Wes right above my face, looking worried. I released my hands and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into my breast. I couldn't help it. I shuddered as I held him tightly to me and said "Oh, shit." I hugged him as tight as I could. God, I could stay like this forever. But I knew I'd never get him in my bed again if I didn't keep going now. I relaxed my grip and opened my eyes. I couldn't help but smile at him. He wanted to make sure I was OK. I assured him I was and told him to get back to work. He looked down at me and spread the robe apart. This button would be the last one. He took a breath and opened it. He didn't throw the two halves of the robe apart as he had with all the other buttons. He first spread one side to the left, then the other to the right. Almost with reverence. I could feel the desire, the admiration flowing from my brother. He looked at me. I lay there and let him. I knew he had never seen a woman before and this was all new to him. And then he leaned down and buried his nose in my hair. A shiver ran up and down my spine and I moaned. He brought up his head and moved my thighs apart so he could see between my legs. It felt like he was trying to figure out how everything was put together down there. He looked, then moved his head up or down or to the side, exploring by sight. He seemed to make up his mind about something and then leaned into me and kissed my lower lips. I couldn't help it. I pulled up my body and sucked in air. I was able to keep from crushing his head with my legs. Wes got up on his elbows and worked his way up to my face. He had a great big smile on his face. "All better." Just like he would say when after he kissed a scraped knee. I don't know if I was more frustrated or angry. He had been right there and now he's acting like it's all over. I kept my hands at my sides so I wouldn't rip his head off his neck. "Jesus Christ, do you think that's it? Get down there and finish up." The poor guy looked like he was going to cry. He looked at me and said he didn't know what I wanted him to do. He wasn't kidding. My brother was clueless. I held out my arms and pulled him to my chest. I held him for a few minutes, then told him to do what I told him. I figured we had plenty of time so we could take it easy and I wouldn't scare him off. I told him to wet his finger in his mouth and gently run it between my lips. He saw some moisture and thought it was pee. I had to tell him how women got moist when they were excited. I'd thought maybe he got something out of his two weeks of sex education, but I guess the guys' classes were as worthless as the girls'. I had him put his finger back in his mouth and do it some more. He moved up and kind of flicked my clitoris with his finger. I instinctively covered it, drew my knees together and squealed. He looked concerned and I explained that he'd hit my clit and it was very sensitive. He apologised and asked what was next. I told him to do the same thing with his tongue. He wasn't too thrilled about that but I made it very clear that that's what he was going to do. He started at the bottom and slowly dragged his tongue between my lips. He even went over my clit. This time it just sent a shock through my body. I pulled up a bit and sucked in a breath, but didn't clamp my legs or anything. He appeared to be studying me now that I was starting to open up. He leaned closer to take another swipe with his tongue. Then he stopped and I could hear him sniff. Oh, shit. I'd heard stories of how some girls smelled like fish and the guys couldn't handle it. I'd never noticed that smell, but I'd never had my head between my legs when I was excited, either. He put his tongue back between the bottom of my lips. The next thing I knew, he was sinking into my pussy. He must have gone in over an inch. My body reacted again. I trapped his head between my legs as I started to screech. I had to let it out. "OH, GAWWWWWD." Wes either liked fish or I smelled and tasted like something different. He grabbed both of my thighs, right above the knees and pushed them up till my knees were almost touching my chest. I was glad for all the years of gymnastics and the cheer practice. I knew I was wide open and he could see anything. It felt like when I was on the table for my examination when we went to get birth control pills. But this wasn't some impersonal doctor, this was my brother. He leaned into me and kissed my clit. Oh, shit. I sucked in some breath. He reached under me and held my butt in both of his hands. Oh, God! They fit each other so well. Just like his cock in my hand earlier in the shower. He pulled my center into his face and was just sucking and slurping my juices out of me. What he was doing had made my body react like a dam when they open the floodgates. I could almost feel the juices pouring out of me and could definitely feel them as they rolled down my thighs and into my butt. I started babbling, telling him to keep going, don't stop, whatever. Wes kept going, trying to dig into my pussy with his tongue, capturing all the juices that were there to capture. I needed more. "Higher," I said. "Go higher." He started licking my clit with his tongue. It felt like it had expanded to 3 or 4 times its normal size. He sent jolts of electricity through my body with every lick. "Don't stop." He eventually stopped licking but he took my clit in between his lips like a finger. I screamed. He took me further in and was sucking and swiping the top of my clit with his tongue. I started moving my hips. I mean really moving my hips. I give him a lot of credit. He had to wrap his hands around my thighs, but he was able to keep me in his mouth. I don't know what I would have done if he let go. I couldn't take it anymore. I clamped my thighs around his head and lifted my ass off the bed, pushing my pussy as far into him as it would go. I came like never before. I don't know what I was saying, but I kept up a stream of words that would probably have gotten me kicked out of school for a year. I don't know what happened next. I woke up to find I was lying on my side, my knees bent and Wes was watching me intently. He asked if I was OK and I smiled. I pulled him close and whispered "Thank You." He smiled and said "My pleasure." We both laughed. After a minute he looked me in the eye and said "So, is this what you and Bubba do?" I didn't even think. I took a swing at him, hitting him in the face and knocked him off the bed onto the floor. ------- Chapter 35 Les's Story Shit. I was almost as surprised as poor Wes must have been when I hit him. It was just an instinctive reaction to hit him after he suggested I would let Bubba make love to me. Pretty funny when you realize I'd spent a couple of months trying to convince him of just that. He was starting to get up, rubbing his face where I slapped him. I needed to figure out what I was going to do, and I needed to figure it out right now. I started sniffling and turned on the tears. The poor guy had no idea what was going on. He apologized for being crude. I tried to tell him there was no Bubba, and he went over all the stuff he'd seen. We went back and forth and I think he got more confused the farther we went. When I told him I was trying to get his attention because I was madly in love with him and that Mom had plotted with me to get on the pill and to be alone with him today and that I'd been waiting for him in the kitchen I think he'd finally heard enough. "I give up Sis. What's next?" He was still on the floor next to my bed. I smiled at him and swung my legs over the side of the bed and kind of glided to my feet. I held out my hands and he came up to me. He had both of my hands in his and he leaned back and looked at me. I could feel the adoration from him as well as see it in his eyes. I closed my eyes and just basked in it. I felt him pull closer to me and then his arms were wrapped around me. Oh, God. So safe. I could stay like this forever. I lay my head on his chest. Then he was pulling my head back from his chest and turning my face up. I opened my eyes and saw him bending over to kiss me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. And then we both started to lose our balance. We ended up on the bed. Our arms were around each other. Wes looked at me, smiled and pushed my hair off my face. This was so different. My brother had never looked at me like this before. I felt something fluttering in my stomach. He looked like he was trying to do everything perfect. He closed his eyes, moved closer, then opened them again. He took care to move my head and his so our noses weren't in the way, then hesitantly moved his lips toward mine. Oh, God! He was just like me. He'd never kissed anyone before. The fluttering had grown. Our lips met. My mouth felt as if it was melting. His lips molded to mine, mine to his. It was as if we were each an extension of the other. The hesitation had long since gone. We explored, celebrated, adored and worshiped each other's lips. I have no idea how long we went on. Time had no meaning. I know my heart was beating harder than it ever had before. I think his was as well but it may have been the echo from mine. We continued kissing. I have no idea if it was minutes or hours, it seemed like forever. At one point I became aware of his prick pushing at me through his shorts. I looked down and saw a dark spot where they were tented out. "What are we gonna do about that?" He looked confused, then saw where I was looking. I think he was about to apologize when he saw my smile. He made some comment about men getting wet when they were excited. I grabbed hold of him and said "Ooh, slimy." My turn to play. He almost drove me crazy when he was working his way up my robe earlier. Let's see how he liked it. I started to pull down his shorts and I guess I bent him the wrong way. His hands quickly moved down to help as his knees moved up. I got his pants off and told him to lay down because I was going to be busy for a while. I looked at him. This was the first time I'd ever seen him. I'd seen a couple of pictures and several drawings in Sex Ed but they were nothing like the real thing. It was almost like a separate thing from my brother. I reached out to touch it and it jumped. It was sooo cute. I couldn't help but talk to it. I was picking it up and turning it over and Wes was getting more and more tense. He must have been really excited because he was almost dripping moisture. I took a tentative lick. Not bad. I'd heard other girls talk. Some of them talked about how gross it was, others seemed to love sucking off a boy. And then there were differing opinions about the taste. If this was what shot out, I could handle it. I bent over again and slowly cleaned him off with my tongue. I felt the muscles in his stomach tighten as he sat up to see what I was doing. I turned around and glared at him and he lay back down. I noticed that the muscles in his arms were tense and his hands were tightened into fists. I wrapped my hand around the base. It fit. Like it was made for my hand. It was hard but the skin could move. And Wes seemed to like it when I moved it if his groans were any indication. I leaned over and opened my mouth. I wanted to see how much of it I could put inside my mouth without touching it. He must have felt my warm breath because he was tensing up as I took more of him in. I let my tongue lie down on the underside of the head and molded it to the surface. What a feeling. The top side of a cock head is pretty straightforward. But the bottom has all kinds of curves and crevasses and then the skin comes up from the bottom. It was fascinating to feel it on my tongue for the first time. Wes was tightening up and groaning like he was going to have a heart attack. I moved my tongue and he let out a particularly loud groan. I sank down some more and started exploring everything my tongue could reach. The girls who complained about giving head were either forced to do it or were doing it to someone they didn't love. There was no way I would ever give this up. It was if I had a direct connection to my brother's soul. I'd heard a joke about how popular a woman was who could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose. I decided to see if it was true. I moved down until the head was just at the back my mouth. I played with my tongue for a bit, then made sure I had an airtight seal with my lips. I sucked as hard as I could while gently moving up to the top. Like sucking on a too thin straw in a too thick milkshake. I stopped the suction and slowly dropped back down using my tongue to it's best effect. The groans were getting louder and he was getting tighter than a spring. His knuckles were turning white as he dug his fingernails into his palms. I just repeated this, loving every touch, every move. Sucking as if I was trying to pull his innards out through his cock, then lavishing affection on him with my tongue, up and down, up and down. I could have done this forever. Wes was babbling something and it seemed like he was trying to pull me off him. And then he came. God did he come. I had him all the way in my mouth when I felt him grow even bigger. I clamped on and started sucking and moving up. I was about halfway up when he tried to jump in my mouth and liquid shot out of the end. Well, not quite liquid. It was thicker than that. About the consistency of oatmeal with a little milk in it. Hard to explain. Anyway, I had my tongue in front of his cock as I was easing up on it and the spurt hit my tongue. There was quite a lot of force and I was glad it hadn't hit my tonsils. I would have gagged and probably coughed all over the place. This was much nicer. I could taste him on my tongue, kind of bland but salty, then I backed off a bit more and swallowed. He tried to push further into my mouth but couldn't because of the hold I had on him. I moved my tongue up to block the next load. He continued to spurt and I continued to swallow it down. It was as if he was giving me his essence and I was using it as nourishment. I felt a warmth rise from my stomach until it totally enveloped me. Not a physical warmth. This was a cuddly, arms wrapped around you, safe from all the dangers in the world warmth. I felt my brother's love all around my body, my being. I sucked until there was no more to suck. I made sure I cleaned off anything that might have gotten away. It was amazing how something so big and formidable could turn into something so small and soft and cute. I wasn't done with him by a long shot, but I figured he needed some time to recuperate and some food wouldn't hurt, either. I had him put on some clean shorts and went down to the kitchen to fix something for him to eat. I was standing at the counter when I felt him looking at me. I turned and asked him what he was thinking. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are." That did it for me. I had to hold on to the counter before my knees gave way. I told him he wasn't so bad himself and that we had leftover roast beef. I also made some lewd comment about having had my fill of protein already. I warmed it up with some leftover potatoes and sat on his lap while he ate. I had a fork of my own so I could sample it while he was eating. I made sure he got another plate so he wouldn't have any excuse for running out of energy. After I cleaned up, I told him it was time to go upstairs and have some desert. I got his pants off and had him lay on the bed, hands at his sides, eyes closed. I pulled a spray can of whipped cream out of my pocket and proceeded to cover his cock. Then I grabbed a jar of cherries out of the other pocket and put one in the middle. He was squirming so I told him he could look. I told him I was going to have a sundae for desert. I took his balls in my hand and said I was going to have it with nuts. And since he took my cherry, I was going to eat his. I pretended to be a kitten and licked off what cream I could get to. Unfortunately, it melted pretty quick and was making a big mess. I got the cherry and made a big production of eating it. "Don't go anywhere." I ran into the bathroom and ran the water in the sink till it was warm, then soaked a washcloth. I brought it back in and washed all the cream off Wes. I took my time, exploring as I cleaned. When I was done I told him to get dressed and have his desert. I took the cream and cherries out of my pockets and put them on the nightstand next to my bed. I lay down on the bed and told him to get busy. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my robe and pulled my body over to the edge of the bed. It took me by surprise and I yelped. He looked at me and told me to close my eyes. I closed my eyes and I lay there. I couldn't hear anything. I know he was there but he didn't do anything. I started getting nervous. I just knew he was going to do something to scare me or something. All of a sudden I could sense that he was over me. I felt something like a blindfold over my eyes and started to get up. He ordered me to lay back down and stay there. I wasn't sure if I liked this or not. He had his hands on the sides of my face, holding the blindfold tight over my eyes. The next thing I knew, he was lifting my head up. He tied the blindfold up and let me lie back down on the bed. I noticed I was clenching and unclenching my fists. I don't know how long I'd been doing it but it made me feel a bit better to pay attention to my hands instead of just waiting for something to happen. "Oh God! My whole body shook. Something dragged across my face from my forehead down to under my chin. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to reach up. I put my attention back on my hands and pushed my face up, daring him to do it again. He did. From the other side and down in the opposite direction. I think I was able to keep quiet but I know I clenched my fists together. His hand caressed my left cheek and he whispered something soothing in my right ear. I heard something come out of my mouth but I don't know what it was. Not being able to see anything and just getting these touches and feelings out of nowhere was driving me nuts. I felt him undoing the top button of my robe. This I could handle. He seemed to take a lot of care to cover me up as if it was still buttoned. He moved down to the next button and repeated the action. He opened every button on that robe and pushed the material back down, one button at a time. It was as if he was taking care not to touch any part of me, just the buttons. While he was doing this he was turning me on more and more. I could feel the juices flowing out of my pussy and clamped my legs together to try and contain them a little. I was still making fists. It took some effort not to cry out. I needed him to do something. I had no idea what, but something. He was just there as I went through my torture. I felt him doing something to the front of my robe near my belly button. Then I felt it being thrown open so I was completely exposed. I don't think I ever felt as vulnerable as I did at that moment. I made a conscious effort to relax my hands. Again, nothing. He was patient, I'll give him that. He might drive me crazy in the meantime, but he wasn't in a rush to take care of me. After waiting forever, I felt that thing again, this time going from breast to breast. I enjoyed the feeling. He swept whatever it was lightly over me, covering both breasts, then down to my navel and on to my pubic hair. I was squirming and making noise all the time he was doing it. I felt it go over the junction of my legs where I still had them clamped together. Then nothing. Then warmth and wetness and softness and a sensation I'd never felt but only imagined as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and kissed it. I grabbed him and pulled him to my breast. "Oh, GAWWWWD!" He kept up. He lavished both breasts with affection, exploring and loving each of them with his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cheeks. He kissed them, he suckled them, he loved them. Oh God it felt good. I could feel the wet spot under me on most of my ass. My robe was soaked. I was making noise all the time he was doing it, whimpering, screaming, moaning. All of a sudden he stopped. I looked and he was sitting back on his heels. I begged him to fuck me and opened my legs. He leaned over and was going to eat me out. I couldn't handle it. I almost cried asking him to please fuck me. He finally got the message and took off his shorts. He started to move over on top of me. I grabbed his cock and guided it in to my pussy. He wasn't doing anything to push himself in. I wrapped my hands around his butt and pulled until he was all the way inside me. God I felt full. So much better than this morning when he forced himself on me. He had a stupid smile on his face and was just staying there. I told him to start moving. It was slow at first. He pulled out just a bit and then pushed back. It belonged there. I could feel every bump, every crease as I molded myself to him. He pulled back too far and fell out. Both of us grabbed at him with both hands, trying to get him back where he belonged. It reminded me of trying to get a goldfish back in the bowl. He got into a rhythm and I joined in. God, it felt good. After a while I felt my body go out of control. It started in my pussy, then just spread. I know I screamed. I could feel my pussy clamping on him. Shortly after I started clamping, I felt him push inside me further and start spurting come. He kept pushing and spurting. Throughout this whole thing my body was going crazy and I kept screaming. And then I must have fainted. I awoke to feel Wes holding on to me. I tried to look at him but had a hard time focusing my eyes. He was obviously concerned about me. I know I said something stupid to him but I was so far out of it I have no idea what it was. He got up to leave and I told him to stay. He left anyway. I was sooo relaxed. I just lay there on the bed, I'm sure I had a goofy smile on my face. Wes came back in and started cleaning me off with a wet washcloth. It was like heaven. He started to roll me over then decided the robe was a lost cause. He lifted me up and got the robe off me. I was now laying on my stomach, completely naked. He was spending a lot of time cleaning my butt. He rubbed over the hole a couple of times and I had to take a deep breath as he did it. Damn, that felt good. I felt drunk. I just wanted to lay there. And have Wes lay there with me. He tried to get me up off the bed but I wouldn't cooperate. He got me up on my feet somehow and moved the blankets back so I could get in bed. He lay me down on the bed and made me grab on to a pillow, then swatted my butt. He told me he'd be back. I lay there waiting for him to come back to me. I heard him in his room and the bathroom. I know he went downstairs and out the back door. The last thing I remember is hearing the refrigerator door slam. I must have dozed off. He was bothering me, shaking my shoulder, trying to make me get up. I told him to leave me alone. I just wanted to sleep. He kept it up. He spanked me, then he started tickling my ear. The little poop. I pushed away at his hand. The next I know, he's dragging something cold up my back. Then he's telling me to get up or I'll be sorry. I'll show him sorry. "Go away." I felt something cold on my back. It sounded like somebody was peeing. My back got colder. I jumped up and that little dweeb had a glass of water in his hand, emptying it on my back. I started hitting him on the chest with my fists. The turkey just held on to me and started laughing. I tried to hit harder but he kept on laughing. I was so frustrated I was crying as I hit him. He leaned over and put the glass of water down on my bed table. Right next to a big blue feather and a blindfold. He then wrapped his arms around me tighter and kissed me on the top of the head. He ssshhhed me and told me it would be alright. I felt so comfortable in his arms that I believed him. He finally got me into bed and pushed me over far enough so he could get in with me. I moved over to lay down on him, my head on his chest, just below his chin. That's where I belonged. He had one hand on my breast and the other on my butt. I pulled the one on my breast in closer, took a deep breath and fell asleep. ------- Chapter 36 Sam's Story Oh my God! I'm sooo jealous. Les has been my best friend since forever. We're both starting at Grossmont High this fall and both made JV Cheer. We've always been able to tell each other anything, Well, until a few months before Jr High ended. You see, I'd fallen in love with Wes, her brother. He's a year older than we are and he's just beautiful. He's tall and thin from bike riding and being in cross country. And he's out all the time mowing lawns in the neighborhood, usually without a shirt. He's starting to get some muscles in his chest and he's just tan all over. And he's always treated me like the little girl that lives next door and hangs around with his sister. I go to bed every night thinking about him and have to use my fingers to take care of myself so I can get to sleep. And before you say anything, yeah girls take care of themselves and there's nothing dirty about it. There would be a lot more girls who'd have to take a year off school to visit their aunt if we didn't. I did what I could to get him to pay attention to me, but it was like he was on a different planet. I swear, boys can be so dense. Anyway, how do you tell your best girlfriend you're in love with her brother without her thinking you're some kind of spaz or something? I don't know what I'd do if Les came to me and said she wanted to screw Joey. Joey's my brother. He's a year older than we are and Wes and Joey are even closer than Les and me. They've been hanging out together since we moved in next door to them and do everything together. So, Les comes up to me one day and says I've got to swear on my mother's grave that I'll never tell anybody what she's about to tell me. I swear and then she drops it on me. She is in love with Wes. And she wants me to help her get him into her bed. Well, I was in the school play and all, but I don't think I'm that kind of actress. I must have looked like she kicked me in the gut or something because she asked me what was wrong. Like I'm going to say "Sorry, but I was in love with your brother first." Well, she immediately thinks I'm disapproving of her liking her brother cause she starts telling me how she kept trying to stop it but finally had to admit she was in love with him and was going to die if she didn't get him to feel the same way about her and that her Mom knew how she felt and had been against it at first but now was helping her and she needed my help because the two of us together might be able to do it if her mother helped too. I guess I still didn't look too enthused because she looked at me like I had a big old zit right between my eyes. "What's the matter Sammy? Are you really that disgusted with me?" I told her I was happy for her and I guess I was just a little surprised because it all came out of nowhere, I mean she'd never said anything about liking her brother and I thought he was fair game and sooner or later he'd be going with one of those high school girls that always look good and have good looking friends and all. And she looked at me and said what, she didn't look good and I wasn't a good looking friend either? And we laughed about it but I still didn't feel happy. And then she got real serious and looked right at me and said "You like him too, don't you?" Oh, God. I've never lied to Les. She's my best friend in the world and I'd never do anything to hurt her. I didn't say anything but I guess my face showed it all. "Don't you?" Well, I started crying and she started crying and we hugged each other and we cried some more and then Les looks at me and says, "It looks like we've got a problem." "Oh, no Les. I couldn't do anything knowing how you feel about him. And with your Mom behind you and all. We'll be starting high school next fall and I'm sure there's lots of guys who'd be interested in me." "But you don't love those guys, do you?" "No." "Tell me how you feel about Wes. Honestly." "I don't know. It's like I have a hard time breathing when he's around. I see his back when he's pushing a lawn mower with his shirt off and my nipples turn hard and my panties start getting wet. He says Hi to me and I can hardly get an answer out." "I see. And you want to give that away for some guy in high school who probably just wants to pop your cherry and go on to the next one?" "No. But what am I supposed to do? Fight it out to the death with my best friend? Maybe I can become a nun, or a librarian or something." "Why don't we just share him?" "Oh, yeah. I'm sure he's gonna go for that. You get him Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I get him Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday and then we let him rest up on Sunday?" "I don't think we need to go that far. Maybe a few hours to rest up." We both laughed at that, looked at each other and hugged. She backed up a bit but still held my arms just below my shoulders. She looked me right in the eye. "We both love him. He has enough love for a hundred girls. He just doesn't know it. Help me catch him and I guaranty you I get you your chance within a week." We made a pact. We tried all kinds of things to get Wes to notice his sister or both of us but he just stumbled along like a blind fool. We even went out one day and washed cars in our bathing suits to try to get him horny. He went out of his way to look but didn't have the nerve to take it any further. Les finally found this senior who had the hots for one of the girls on the cheer squad and convinced him she could get him in with her. She had him taking her all over the place and did everything she could to make Wes jealous. The guy's name was Bubba. That kind of worked. Well, at least it got his attention. Wes had the idea that he had to protect her honor or something so he was constantly trying to get her to give him up or be careful. She'd make him think she was listening and then tell him she knew what she was doing or something. Each time they talked, he got more frustrated or madder. Last Friday, Les, her Mom and I sat down at the kitchen table and decided that this was going to be the weekend. Her Mom had put her on the pill months before. Mom would get Dad to take Mom and Jaz, her little brother to Sea World tomorrow. Then she called up an aunt who lived near Sea World and made arrangements for them to go over for a late dinner. They would be out of the house from early morning till about 10 at night. It was up to Les to finally trip him and get him into bed. I was to stay out of the way so she could really use Bubba to make him mad. We both have 2 story houses. If you look at them from the street, Les's is on the right. The first floor has a living room on the right side. The kitchen is on the left side. There's a door from the kitchen out to the yard. The garage is by itself, a few steps from the kitchen. Wes and Les both have their bedrooms upstairs on the same side of the house as the kitchen. Our garage is on the left side of the house just like theirs, but the floor plans are reversed. Our kitchen and the kid's bedrooms are all on the right side of the house. It sounds complicated, but if it's summer and we all have the bedroom windows open, I can hear a lot of what goes on in their bedrooms from my room. I can't hear anything from their kitchen too well because their garage is in the way. So, about 7 in the morning I hear the family drive away. About 8 Les calls me on the phone and we go through the script we'd planned out yesterday. She tells me she'll get a ride with Bubba and she'll see me at practice if I can make it. I kept checking their front yard. I saw her out there about 8:30. Wes comes out the front door and grabs her arm to get her attention. She pulls away. I can't hear what they're talking about but she keeps looking more and more pissed off. He's looking more frustrated as they go on, his shoulders drooping more and more. Finally Bubba drives up and she leans forward and says something to Wes. He looked like he just got punched in the gut. She ran to the car, wiggling her butt just right like we'd practiced for hours and hours, got in, scrunched up against Bubba and looked back as they drove off. I could just see Wes bring a hand up to his eyes, his head drooping as he walked back into the house. I heard Bubba's car pull up about 45 minutes later. I went over to the window and Les just got out and he took off like a shot. She looked over at me, smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign before she walked into the house. I waited. And I waited. And I almost went crazy. I couldn't figure out what to do. I had a couple of bowls of cereal and I looked over our book of cheer routines and tried reading some magazines and must have checked out the TV 5 or 6 times but there wasn't anything that could take my attention off what was going on next door. I was up and down the stairs a dozen times, trying to hear what was going on but the house next door was totally silent, like it was empty. Joey asked me what was up and I made some excuse about being nervous about a new routine. He nodded his head like he had a clue. He said he figured he'd go next door and see if Wes wanted to go for a ride. I was able to talk him out of it saying Les had told me he was sick and was staying in bed. It got to be lunch time and I made myself some soup. I was gonna get fat if I didn't hear something soon. It must have been close to 1 in the afternoon when I heard Wes. He was upstairs and I could see his window was open, but it sounded like he was in the hallway or the bathroom. I couldn't quite make it out but it sounded like he was mad at something. I did hear the word "bitch." It sounded like he was snarling when he said it. I stayed in my room next to the open window. The kitchen door was closed so I couldn't hear much but it sounded like Les was crying out. I heard the door open and then I heard Wes throw up somewhere out in the yard. I was able to see him as he took off on his bike. He looked like he was in an awful hurry to get away from there. I had to find out if she was OK. I ran out of my room and down the stairs into the living room, just in time for my father to stop me. He sat me down and started talking about how I was starting high school and all the changes I was going to go through and how I shouldn't do anything I really didn't want to and the only thing I could think of was that I really didn't want to sit there and listen to him when Les might be in trouble next door. I was going to try to get away when I heard the hose spraying next door. That had to be Les hosing off the throw up. My Dad talked for another 20 minutes before I realized what he was trying to tell me was to watch out who I opened my legs for. God, here's a grown man who can't talk about sex to his own daughter. No wonder we had such a hard time getting Wes to pay attention. Men are just so stupid when it comes to sex. I finally promised I'd be good and got him to stop. He looked relieved. I'd heard sounds coming over from next door while he was talking so it was obvious Les was up and around. If she wanted me she could come over or call. I had specific instructions not to do anything unless I heard from her. I didn't hear Wes come home and I was sure I'd hear something from next door if he did. The afternoon dragged on worse than the morning. I was dying to find out what went on over there before Wes rode off and I was stuck in my house. It started to rain and then I had to turn on the lights. I heard the kitchen door slam next door. Wes must be home. Les turned on her bedroom lamp a minute later. Then I heard them. They were both in her room and talking but it was too quiet to make anything out. Then nothing. I must have waited there for a half hour till I heard Les giggle. Fifteen minutes later Wes must have been back because they were talking quietly again. And then nothing. They had to be doing something. How come they were so quiet. I'd heard Les some nights when she was playing with herself and she wasn't a quiet person. She should have been screaming out his name. My imagination ran wild trying to picture him making passionate love to her. And then I imagined it was me. The next thing I knew I was sneaking a finger in under my shorts. I was already starting to get wet. I got wetter the more I thought about them over there. Then I heard Les yell out "Get back down there." She sounded mad. Then some quiet conversation, then silence. I was using two fingers a few minutes later when I heard a screech and an "OH, GAWWWWWD" come from next door. I sped up my fingers. More quiet and then Les was yelling "Don't Stop." It must be going right. A couple of minutes and Les was cussing up a storm. I heard words I didn't think she knew coming out of here mouth. Not like was was trying to say anything, she was just spewing forth words. She was out of control. She finally settled down and then I didn't hear much of anything for over an hour. I noticed the light go on in the kitchen. They must be taking a break to eat. It was too much to hope for, but I waited to hear the phone ring and Les inviting me over to tell me what was going on. The phone stayed quiet. It looked like a quick supper. The light went off in the kitchen then on in her bedroom. They better hurry up if they were going to do anything, the family would be home soon. Again, it was quiet for a while. Almost an hour later I heard a short squeal from Les. Then quiet. After about 10 minutes I heard her say "Oh, God." Then silence. Another twenty minutes and she yelled "God Damn you." Some more silence and then an "Oh, GAWWWWD!" that would wake the dead. I'd come 3 or 4 times while they were at it. He was supposed to be on top of her, pounding away while she urged him on and screamed her lungs out. What were they doing over there? Then I heard her. Not real loud, but she would grunt or squeal or say "shit" or something else to urge him on. I figured they were finally doing it. Then, all of a sudden she shouts out for him to fuck her. What the hell have they been doing all night? I heard some noises now and then. About ten minutes later I heard Les scream for a couple of minutes straight. And then it was quiet. I could see some shadows moving in her bedroom for a while then they stopped. Wes came out of the kitchen and went into the garage. I heard the washing machine start up. This was a funny time for Wes to be Suzy Homemaker. He had the kitchen light on a couple of minutes more then it went out. I heard some low voices in her room, then Les yelped. I saw her jump out of bed and start pounding on his chest. He was trying to wrap his arms around her, I guess to stop her from hitting on him. She was yelling at him but she was either half asleep or drunk. It looked like he got her in bed and then got in after her, then the light went out. Their parents must have decided to stay overnight at their aunt's house or something. I looked at my clock. 12:20. I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch. I went down to the kitchen and made a pig of myself. I had a couple of leftover pork chops and a big salad with 1000 island dressing on it. I was still hungry and had a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. Boy, all this waiting without being able to find out what was happening made me hungry. Of course, playing with myself most of the day used up some energy, too. I got to bed around 1. I checked and their light was still out. I figured they wore themselves out doing whatever they were doing. I woke up to find Daisy, my golden retriever licking my face. I told her she was a good girl and patted her on the head. It was 8:15. I decided to use Daisy to find out what was happening. I got out of bed and got dressed real quick. I washed my face and brushed my hair so I'd look good for Wes. I made sure Daisy was with me and went out our kitchen door. I opened the gate between our yards and made sure to leave it open. I checked the garage as I went by and their Dad's car was still gone. I let myself in the house and took Daisy over to the bottom of the stairs. "Daisy. Good girl. Go get Wes. Go on, Girl. Get Wes." She took off up the stairs and went into his room. She came out and looked confused. "In there, Girl. Get Wes." She turned and went into Les's room. A minute went by then I heard Wes yelling at Daisy "What are you doing?" I heard Les say "Oh, my God!", then she started laughing. And then she got the hiccups. I pretended I'd just walked into the house looking for Daisy. I went back toward the kitchen and started calling her. As I got near the stairs, I shouted "Les. Wes. Is Daisy up there with you?" Wes was making some complaining noises, Les was still laughing and hiccuping at the same time. He finally yelled out "It's OK, Sam, I've got her. I yelled "I'll come up." The next thing I know he's coming out of his sister's room, holding onto Daisy's collar, struggling to get her down the stairs. He's walking kind of funny, then I notice his shorts are on backwards. He says "Here's your dog," and starts to hand Daisy over to me when Les comes out of the room. She looked different. Les has always been beautiful and has turned more beautiful over the past few months. The difference between yesterday and today was unbelievable. Yesterday she was totally sexy and desirable. Today she still was but she also looked fulfilled as a woman. She looked like she found out what she was created for and was damn happy about it. She sees me and yells "Sammy. You won't believe what happened last night. Come on up and I'll tell you all about it. Then she tells Wes to be a good boy and take Daisy home so we can talk. And she says something about Wes and Daisy still having something they need to finish. I run up the stairs. "Tell me, Tell me Les." Well, she told me everything that went on. I couldn't believe it. First, she got Wes so mad that when he woke up from pouting in his room, he came down and raped her. She was sore from it and it wasn't the best experience in the world but she knew she'd never let him get away when he threw up and ran off. Then he came back and she said he looked like a puppy who got caught peeing on the carpet. She made him shower cuz he was all wet and then she snuck in the shower with him all naked and he was playing with his thing and she took hold of it and finished him off. And then he came into the bedroom and she convinced him to kiss her better. Down there! And he took forever to undo her robe from the bottom up and he was just ready to go down on her when he gave her a quick kiss and was going to stop and she got mad and made him keep it up and he did and she thought he really got into it and he ate her and ate her and he sucked on her clit and she couldn't stand it anymore and she must have fainted and he got all worried and held on to her. And then he asked her if she had Bubba do that to her and she didn't think and just slugged him and knocked him off the bed and it was all her fault because she spent all that time trying to make him jealous of Bubba and so it wasn't his fault that he did but she had to act pissed at him and so he got all apologetic and before he knew what was happening it was all his fault and he told her he'd do whatever she wanted. So then they kissed and it was his first real kiss too and she couldn't believe how well they fit to each other, that is after they lay down on the bed because he's so much taller than she is and anyway they kissed for hours or days and they couldn't tell and it was like they became one person and they were sharing their souls and I wanted the same thing sooo bad. And his thing kept hitting her in the stomach and she finally made him lay down on his back and played with him and explored him and took him in her mouth and how good he felt in her mouth and she sucked real hard and he acted like he was going to have a heart attack and she made him squirt all his stuff in her mouth and she liked it no not really liked it but it wasn't too bad and it was part of him so she drank it all down and felt real satisfied. And I hit her on the shoulder and called her a slut and she laughed and said you just wish you could do the same thing and I laughed cuz she was right. So then she asks him if he wants to eat or fuck first and he decides he better eat so she goes down to the kitchen and he tells her she's beautiful and she almost falls over but holds on to the kitchen counter so she doesn't and makes sure he eats lots of protein and sits on his lap and tries some of his roast beef and potatoes and they go back upstairs and she sprays Redi Whip on his thing and puts a cherry on it and tells him she has a sundae with nuts but it makes a big mess and she gets a warm washcloth and cleans him off all over and she's actually picking him up and touching him and turning him over and washing his butt and it wasn't embarrassing or anything. So then she tells him to eat his desert and he has her lay on the bed but he doesn't use the Redi Whip. Before she knows what's happening he puts some kind of blindfold over her eyes and then starts tickling her with something and it felt so weird but she didn't know what it was till she saw it much later and it was a feather and he ran it lightly over her face a couple of times and she almost came it felt so good. And then he starts undoing the buttons on her robe and it was the robe that has like a zillion buttons from her neck to her ankles and he undid them one at a time and then put the material back so it looked buttoned so her whole robe was unbuttoned but it looked like it was still buttoned but she couldn't see anything because he still had that blindfold on but she could have reached up and taken it off any time she wanted to but she didn't want to because it would spoil everything and then all of a sudden he threw her robe open and she was all naked lying on the bed in front of him and her eyes are blindfolded and he can do anything to her and he plays with her tits and her belly button and her hair down there with the feather and it drives her crazy and she has to keep her knees together so she doesn't drip all over the place but that doesn't really do any good cuz she can feel her robe is all slimy under her butt. And then he starts kissing her tits and it drives her crazy and she can feel it down in her pussy and up in her stomach and in her soul and she wraps her arms around his head and pulls him into her just like with a baby and now she knows why women want babies and she'd do anything to have his but they need to get through school first but he can suck on her in the meantime. And he keeps sucking and playing and touching her tits and it feels so good and it goes on for hours and then he leans back and she tells him to fuck her. And he opens her legs and he's going to go down on her again and she says she feels like crying and begs him to just put it it and he takes his shorts off and climbs on top of her and she grabs it and puts it in and grabs his butt and pulls him all the way in and it feels so full and so good and it's like they were made to fit each other and he knows exactly what to do and then he falls out and they both grab him as quick as they can and shove him back in and she can't believe all the feelings she's feeling with him going in and out and she's moving all over the place and can hardly keep from going crazy and it's what she was made for and she'll never ever stop and before she knows it she starts coming like she never came before and she can feel her pussy grabbing him and letting him go and grabbing again and then he's filling her up with his juice and she knows that's what she was made for. And then she heard this woman screaming and then she realized it was her and that she'd been doing it for a while and then she must have passed out cuz she kind of woke up but still felt out of it and Wes was holding on to her and looked real concerned and made sure she felt OK and then he went out and got a wet washcloth and took care of her just like she did him before and it felt so good and he moved her all over the place and turned her on her stomach and took her robe away and wiped he butt and was even playing with her butthole and it felt good and she thought she'd like to try it in there some time cuz she was sure he wouldn't hurt her and he was so loving and he took all their dirty clothes and put them in the washer and came up and she wanted to sleep but he was a real dweeb and spilled cold water on her and she wanted to beat him up but she was too weak and she loved him too much anyway and he put her in bed under the covers and moved in with her and held on to her all night and she had her head on his chest and could hear his heart beat all night and feel him breathe and she wanted to spend the rest of her life there and I was going to feel so good when we got him to make love to me and we'd work on it later but now was her time cuz her folks would be home in the afternoon and she wanted to spend some more time with her brother. So we hugged each other and we both cried and I went downstairs and out the kitchen into the back yard. Wes was just coming back from the clothesline. I sauntered up to him and put my hands on his chest and leaned into him. I talked right into his ear, "Hey Wes, can I borrow your feather sometime?" I was soo nervous. I'd never held on to him like this or gotten that close and personal before. He was starting to turn red. Then he kind of smiled and looked at me and pulled me towards him by my shoulders. I almost tripped before I remembered to move my feet. He pulled me right up to him and I could feel my tits mold to his chest. I felt faint. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter. He took his other hand and pulled my head down to his shoulder. Then he turned so he was talking right into my ear. "I don't know, Sammy. That's Leslie's feather. But maybe we could work something out. I felt both his hands on my waist, then he was squeezing me and pushing me away from him. I didn't realize I had my eyes closed and was in another world. I gulped and blinked and kind of stumbled. Wes asked if I was going to be all right to make it home. I took another gulp and nodded. I turned and started to walk towards my yard when he smacked me on the butt. No boy had ever done that before but it felt right somehow. I automatically covered it with both hands but I turned and looked at Wes and smiled while I bit my lower lip. I made it clear that he could have anything he wanted with that smile. I walked over to the gate making sure I used the walk his sister and I had spent so much time practicing. ------- Chapter 37 Mrs. Crowly lived a couple of blocks over from us. She drove a red and white 1953 Chevy Belair in mint condition. Fins in the back and chrome in the front. Most of the kids I knew would give their eye teeth for a car like that. The only time I ever saw her driving was when she went to church with her sister. Both of them must have been in their 80's. It seemed strange to hear her voice. She was saying "I didn't see him. He just came out in front of me." I wanted to tell her it was alright but I couldn't see or feel anything. She kept repeating it to each person there. They were all asking if I was OK but I couldn't answer them, either. Somebody should answer Mrs. Crowly. They were talking about him. He has a broken back. His legs are pretty bad. I don't think he'll walk again. He may never wake up. Quiet. I just want to relax. Running too hard the last few days. Somebody check my mower. I think that car hit it. The next few days will tell us a lot. I don't want you to get your hopes up. Even if he wakes up there's a good chance he won't be able to walk. He's just lucky his sister loves him. Poor guy. I feel sorry for him. My sister loves me, too. You can stay as long as you like. Don't expect any miracles. Normally we don't let children under 16 visit but as long as you're here his girlfriend can visit during visiting hours. Wes, can you hear me? I'm here for you baby. So are Les and Sam. Oh Wes. Don't leave us. Not now that we've found each other. I'm here. Sleepy. Just let me sleep in and I'll do my lawns tomorrow. ------- Mom's Story Sam and I were in the kitchen, doing the dishes. At my son's request, I was talking to her about birth control. She told me that she'd been thinking about it and finally had the nerve to talk to her mother about it and was planning to do so that afternoon after practice. I agreed to step in and help if it became necessary. I'd just picked up a glass to wash when I heard Les scream and then a sickening thump. I knew in my soul that Wes had been hurt and that he had been hurt badly. I let go of the glass, looked at Sam and said "Come on." We didn't stop to dry our hands or anything, just ran out the kitchen door and down the driveway. Wes was laying on the ground. The car had run over him. He was at an angle, his head between the two front tires. There was a lot of blood. The lawn mower was crumpled in the middle of the street. Les was standing on the lawn, her hands up to her face, a look of terror on her face. She looked petrified. "Sam. Run into the house and call the operator. We need an ambulance." Sam looked at me, then Wes, then Les. "SAM! NOW!" I pushed her, hard. She almost stumbled, then seemed to shake herself. She ran up the driveway and into my kitchen. I ran over to Wes. His chest was moving slightly. He was unconscious. Good. Probably the best thing for him. His body looked mangled and crooked and I knew he'd be in a lot of pain if he was awake. Mrs. Crowly was in the car, obviously shaken up. She had some trouble but was able to open the car door and get out. She came up to me and told me she hadn't seen him, he just came out in front of her. I didn't pay her any attention. I knew the worst thing I could do was to move him. "Leslie." No reaction. Come on, work with me here. "LESLIE!" She turned and looked at me, a blank look on her face. "Leslie. Wes is hurt. You've got to help me." She looked ready to cry. She turned and looked at the house, then turned back to me. "Come on, Les. It's your brother. We need to help him." She moved toward us. "Leslie. Go in the living room and get one of the pillows and the quilt off the couch. Bring them out. Hurry." She turned and ran toward the front door. Sam was running back down the driveway. Mrs. Crowly went over to her and tried to hold her still while telling her she hadn't seen him till he walked into the street. Les was running across the lawn with the quilt and the pillow. I lifted Wes's head and told her to put the pillow underneath. She did, then looked at the quilt and said "The blood." I put my hand on her leg. "It's Wes, Leslie. Give it to me." She pushed the quilt into my hands, then turned around. She held on to the car just above the headlight, leaned over and was sick in the gutter. Come on. Come on. Where's the ambulance. Was it coming from the main police station? From one of the local hospitals? Oh, God, hurry up. My baby. My baby. My baby. I felt arms around my neck, pulling me away from Wes. I backed up a bit and stood up. Les immediately wrapped her arms around me, hugging me as if not to let me go. Sam came up to our side and held both of us. We stood there and cried. Les finally asked the question on all our minds. "Is he going to be alright?" "He's got to be, Les. If you've ever prayed for anything in your life, pray for your brother. I don't know how any of us could go on if he wasn't here with us." We all moved back a bit and listened. Finally. There was a siren just coming into hearing distance, getting louder by the second. A big white and red ambulance with flashing red lights pulled up in the street in front of Mrs. Crowly's car. An attendant opened the passenger door, took one look at Wes and went to the back door. Both attendants opened up the back doors and pulled out a gurney. One of them climbed in and got a brace. The driver was trying to put the brace on Wes but there wasn't enough room under the car. They couldn't back it straight up without running over his legs. The curb was too close to the rear wheels to turn it. The other attendant was talking into a microphone on a curly cord coming from his radio under the dashboard. He was using codes but it was obvious he was calling for help to get him out of there. Sam let go of me and mumbled "We don't have time for this shit." She ran to Mrs. Crowly's car and yanked open the drivers door. Les and I yelled out "Sam!" as both attendants chorused "Hey!" Before we'd finished yelling, Sam had the car started up and was cranking the wheels. I looked at Wes and saw that she had them turned far enough to miss him, looked at her and nodded. She moved the gearshift into reverse and gunned the car. You hear stories of people lifting cars off a loved one in an accident. Sam had never driven a car in her life. It was shear love for Wesley that gave her enough control to get the car off from on top of him. Unfortunately, that was all the control she had right then. Mrs. Crowly's car ended up with the back wheels in the grass next to the sidewalk, the front wheels in the street. Sam got out of the car. The attendant with the brace looked at her and smiled. "Thanks. Remind me to give you the standard lecture on safety once this is over. But you may have saved this boys life just now." A short burst of laughter, then Sam broke into tears. I held out my arms and she came over. They had the brace on Weslie. They carefully worked a board underneath him and then lifted him on the the gurney. They didn't bother to raise the gurney on it's wheels, they just lifted it and pushed it into the back of the ambulance. One of the attendants looked at us. "I can take one of you with me." Both girls said, "You go, Mom." "I can't. I don't trust Sam to drive my car and you don't have a license." That got a short laugh from both of them. Les gave Sam a little shove. Sam leaned back and hugged Les. "Thank you. I'll wait for you in the waiting room." The attendant ran to the front of the ambulance and grabbed a clipboard. He brought it over to me with a pen. "Just in case he needs surgery. It's a consent form." I blindly scribbled my name where he pointed. He and Sam got in back with Wes. He hadn't reacted throughout this whole thing. No sound, no movement other than breathing, no reaction at all. He looked so fragile tied to that gurney with that white brace around his torso and neck. They closed the door and were gone, siren blazing and lights flashing. We turned back to the house. Mrs. Crowly was standing on our front lawn. She looked lost. I went over to her and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Crowly. I had to take care of my son. It wasn't your fault. He's had a lot on his mind lately and it's just like him to walk right out in the street without thinking." It seemed to cheer her up a bit. A least someone was paying her a little attention. "Is he going to be alright? He's such a nice boy." "We hope so. We have to go the the hospital and find out. You're not in any shape to drive right now. Why don't you come in the house with us." She came in and I sat her at the kitchen table. "Leslie. Put some water on and make us a pot of tea." "Mah-hah-um. We need to go to the hospital." "Leslie, put the water on. We all need to relax a bit before I get behind the wheel of a car. I'm sure Mrs. Crowly would like a nice cup of tea. I need to go up to my room and get money for the pay phone and your father's insurance card and whatever else I need for the hospital, so there's plenty of time for you to make tea." I snuck out the front door and got Mrs. Crowly's car next to the curb, where it belonged, then went upstairs and got a few things, including a few changes of clothes. I wasn't planning on coming home anytime soon. I went downstairs and the tea was just ready. I could see Mrs. Crowly really needed it. I got a cup and went over to the phone. After I'd made arrangements for Jaz to spend the night with his best friend, I called my husbands secretary at home. She tried to keep up the charade that he was out of town on business. "Well, Honey, just tell him that his oldest son got run over and it doesn't look good. We'll be at Grossmont Hospital if he can get away." There was silence, then a quiet "I'll tell him." I hung up the phone. "Everybody ready?" Les nodded and Mrs. Crowly stood up. "I'll just drive myself home." "I don't want you driving right now. You've had quite a shock. I parked your car on the street and it's all locked up. Here are your keys and your purse. We'll drive you home on the way to the hospital. Tomorrow we'll find a way to get your car back to you." "Les, grab a sweater for you and Sam." She gave me that look. "Come on, you don't know how long we'll be there and it chills down at night. They may not even let kids in the hospital and you'll have to wait in the parking lot." "They wouldn't." "They might. You're not leaving without them whether they do or not." She ran up to her room, grabbed a couple of GHS sweatshirts and ran back down the stairs. We locked up and got Mrs. Crowly into my car. When we got to her house, Les got out without being asked. Both of us held an arm and helped her up the walk and the steps to her house. She was definitely weak and in no shape to drive. We explained to her sister that my son had walked in front of her and there was nothing she could do. We got away without visiting because we had to get to the hospital. I had to promise to call them when I knew what was going on. We got back in the car and Les scooted over to me, holding my arm. "Hold on a minute, Baby. I need both hands to drive. She grabbed the leg closest to her and leaned her head against it. There wasn't anything to say. We both saw the condition he was in when they picked up his mangled body and hauled it away. The term "Meat wagon" came to mind and I couldn't shake it. I pulled into the hospital parking lot and parked. Les got up, her face wet with tears. "Oh, Mom." "I know, Baby. We just have to pray for him and hang in there." We went in the door marked Emergency. Sam was sitting on a bench just inside the door and stood up as we walked in. There were about 8 examination rooms, some with curtains pulled, others empty. The standard room with an examination table, a steel cart with tools on it, a counter with some drawers and jars with cotton, bandages, long Q-Tips and other emergency supplies and a sink. At the end of the hallway was another hall going right and left. There was a room with swinging steel doors with big square windows across the hall. It looked like they opened into a room for the staff to wash and dress up and there was an operating room past that. Sam pointed to the swinging doors and said "They took him in there." The three of us talked. Actually, I asked questions, then Les and I listened. It seems they were waiting for Wes to arrive and as soon as the gurney was out of the ambulance they raised it up and a couple of doctors took a quick look at him just inside the door. A nurse was holding the curtains open for one of the examination rooms and one of the doctors said we need to get into surgery right away. Thank God I'd signed the consent form when they picked him up. I had to settle Sam down. I guess she was holding on to Wes while they were checking him over and the nurse wasn't very tactful when she pried her off him. Nobody had told her anything and it was almost a half hour since they took him in. I got her settled down then we had to wait. The swinging doors opened towards us and a doctor came out. He pulled his mask down, then peeled off his gloves. He looked fairly young, probably 26 or 27. He walked up to me. "You're Wesley's Mother?" "Yes, Doctor. How is he." "Who are these girls?" "His sister and his girlfriend." "What I have to say isn't going to be easy to hear. As the parent you have the final decision about the girls." They both grabbed onto me. "We all need to hear it, Doctor." "OK. Follow me." He led us into one of the vacant exam rooms and pulled the curtain shut. There was no place to sit so we all stood in a next to each other as he talked. Each of them had two arms wrapped around one of mine. He introduced himself as Dr. Bradley and we all gave our names. "Your son is lucky to be alive. He has two severely broken legs and a broken back. He is also in a coma. He could snap out of the coma in a day or two or he could stay in it until he dies, days or years from now. If he recovers from the coma, there's no way to tell if he'll ever walk again." All three of us had tears flowing down our faces. I looked closer at the doctor. "There's more, isn't there?" He took a few seconds before he looked me in the eyes. "Your son has some internal damage. He must have been hit in the back by the bumper as the car was running him over. Both of his kidneys were destroyed." "What does that mean?" "Well, the kidneys clean the poisons out of the body and expel them with other waste. If left unattended, your son's body will build up poisons and he'll die a very painful death within a couple of weeks. There is a procedure called dialysis that uses a machine to clean the blood a couple of times a week. It is very expensive and most insurance companies don't cover it. The other option is to find someone willing to donate a healthy kidney. There are donors available, but the average wait time is 3 - 7 years, depending on the patient's blood type and other body characteristics. We would have to check the donor and make sure we have a match or else we run serious risk of the body rejecting the kidney." "Take mine." It was Les. "Wait a minute. We can't just take a kidney from a minor child. We usually get them from people killed in accidents." "I can live with one kidney, can't I?" "Well yes, but... " "Doctor. You'd better listen to her. She wants to do this. Losing her brother is going to hurt her a hell of a lot more than losing a kidney. How long does it take to do these tests?" "Well, first we need to do an extensive blood typing... " "They both got fully typed several years ago when I had some exploratory surgery. Dr. Harris over on University Ave can give you the results. They are a perfect match, almost as if they were identical twins. My husband, other son and I are totally incompatible with either of them. Dr. Harris also did some other tests on them. He told me they could be heart donors for each other." He told us to wait while he went and called Dr. Harris. I looked at Les. "Are you sure about this, Honey?" "You said it yourself, Mom. I can stand to lose a kidney but not a brother." Sam came over and gave her a hug. Les said "It's the least thing I could do for my brother and his girlfriend." She looked over at me. "Les, I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do? Tell the doctor 'This is his sister and lover and this is his other lover'?" "I know, Mom. I'm just kidding you." The doctor came in the room. For the first time since we saw him, he was smiling. "It looks like we've got a kidney donor. Dr. Harris is going to send over the records. In the meantime we have to run a few tests to verify his results. If everything works out, we can do the surgery in about three hours." "That's wonderful, Doctor. What do you need from me?" "I've got your consent form for Wes. We'll need a new one that specifies we're removing a kidney from Leslie and transplanting it into Wes. And the people at Admissions will need your insurance data. I've already asked Dr. Harris for both kids' medical records, so that's covered. The best thing is for both of us to go to Admissions and they'll get you all the forms you need. Leslie, why don't you hop on that wheelchair and I'll take you down to the lab." "I don't need a wheelchair. I'm fine." "From now on, any time you move around the hospital unless you have specifically been told to walk with someone holding you, you'll either be in a wheelchair or on a gurney. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Doctor." Her face was flushed. Sam looked at her. "Leslie. Behave." Les got in her wheelchair and the four of us went to Admissions. The doctor went behind the window and told a nurse what was happening. She looked at Les and smiled. Les and the doctor took off to do her tests and I sat down filling out forms while Sam tried to keep still. I got the forms filled out and the nurse checked them over. "You're lucky. Your insurance company will cover this because it's a life threatening situation. The surgery your children will get normally runs between $150,000 and $200,000." I looked at Sam on the bench. She was nervously twisting her legs back and forth. "Is there a snack bar or some place we can get a coke?" "Sure. Turn left down that hall. Walk down till you see the elevators. Go up to the third floor and follow the signs to the cafeteria." "Uh, my daughter went to get some tests..." She held up a finger, then made a phone call. She talked for a minute, then hung up. "She has at least 20 minutes of tests left. And then she'll probably have to wait 5 minutes or so for someone to come get her. You'll be fine. If there's any need, I can page you over the PA system." "Thanks." I walked over to Sam. "Come on. Let's go get a coke or something." It was good to get out of the emergency room area. It was fairly quiet (I guess) but a couple of patients had come in while we were there. A boy about 12 had broken his arm playing football came in with his mother. He was proud of his injury and tried hard not to cry. He wanted to be big and strong and he also wanted to be held by his mommy. It was a struggle for him. A woman came in who had obviously been beaten, telling a story of falling down some stairs. How she could get that much damage to her face from falling down stairs was a mystery to me. Sam held on to my hand as we walked down the hall. She didn't say anything. We found the elevator, went up and got some desert and a couple of drinks. We went over to an empty table. "Sammy, are you OK?" "I don't know. What if he doesn't make it?" "What do you want me to say? If he doesn't make it, he doesn't make it. Somehow we'll get on without him. But I'm not going to plan on that. My son is a fighter. He has found three women that he loves more than life and he's not going to give them up that easily. You know what we need to do?" "No. What?" "Just take it one step at a time. He's going to have some major surgery. Les will have a kidney taken out, which isn't a walk in the park. Then Wes will have two of them taken out and another put in. And they're going to have to do something about his back and his legs. The doctor didn't talk about that, but I'm sure they can't just put him in a cast. And then he has to wake up from his coma. And then he'll have to prove them all wrong and learn to walk. So, what we need to do right now is eat our desert and drink our cokes while Les finishes her tests. And then thank her again for the sacrifice she's making for her brother and our lover. And then wait while they do the surgery. And never give up. I know my son. He's always been a strong boy. No, not boy - a strong being. And he's gotten stronger since last weekend. I have no doubt he'll be chasing us around the house in a few months. And we won't be able to wait to get caught." She smiled, sniffed and wiped tears off her face. I gave her a Kleenex and she blew her nose. It was a two Kleenex job but she was smiling when it was done. "Sam?" "Yeah?" "I know part of how you feel is frustrated it's not you getting the tests to give him a kidney. I feel the same way. I know all three of us would give our lives for him without thinking about it. And not being able to makes us feel sort of helpless. We just have to trust that the doctors know what they're doing. You know he might not be here right now if you hadn't backed that car off him." We cleaned up our trash and went out to the elevators. When the door opened, there were Les and Dr. Bradley. "How did the tests go?" "It looks like she's a go." "What are you going to do about the broken bones?" "I wanted to talk to you about that. We're going to have to put some artificial parts in his legs - some metal pins. There are some fragments we need to get out of there while we do that. We're going to try to immobilize his back with a cast. I'm pretty sure the back will heal without surgery. "Normally either surgery would be more than enough for one person to go through at one time. But we have a couple of major problems that need to be taken care of immediately. If we held off on the legs till he's healed from the transplant, I'd give him a 5% chance of walking again. If we do the surgery at the same time, that chance will jump to 40 - 45%. Either way, there's a good chance he'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, provided he wakes up. But I' m not willing to just throw away any chance he has of walking. Your son is in remarkable shape. His body is very fit and very strong. And if he's anything like his sister, his will is strong, too. "Stronger." "Then I say we do the transplant and the legs at the same time. We have a specialist on staff who can put together a plastic cast in a couple of days for his back. In the meantime we'll mock up something out of plaster with a plastic door at his lower back so we can get to the incisions after the kidney surgery. I'll be honest with you. There aren't many high school kids I would suggest doing this on. If he was my age, forget it. But your son is strong and I think he'll get through the operations fine. And his chances of walking are much better if we handle all the problems now." "When do you want to do this?" "I've ordered the operating room and a couple of teams of surgeons for 7PM. It's 4:30 now and I'll have the results back from the lab before 5:30. If they match what Dr. Harris told me, we'll go ahead with the surgery. Les tells me the last meal either of them had was breakfast so we should be OK on food. I figure the surgery on Les will be done by 9:00. Wes should be done by midnight. They'll both be in intensive care through the night. You might as well go home. There's nothing for you to do here." "That's not going to happen. How long will they need to stay in the hospital?" "Les will probably need to stay 3 days or so. If Wes is OK after a week, we'll probably send him home. At that point he'll just need someone who cares for him to watch out for him. I'm sure he'll get that at home better than he would at the hospital. I'm assuming you can take off work and watch them when they're home." "I don't work outside the home. And yes, I'll watch them. What I need is a room for both Wes and Les with another bed or a cot or something. I'll be sleeping here, at least until Les goes home. Sam will be here part of the time as well. When Les is home, Sam and I will be here frequently, spending the night sometimes. If the insurance won't cover the extra bed I'll pay the difference." "I don't think that will be a problem. Grossmont Hospital will get some good press if we pull this off. It won't hurt them to give you a bed for a few days." Dr. Bradley got paged and went to a phone. He came back a couple of minutes later. "That was the lab. Everything checks out. We'll plan the surgery for 7:00." A candy striper came over and talked to Dr. Bradley. He looked at Les. "Well, Little Lady, it looks like we've found a home for you for a few days. Nancy here will take you to your room. There are a couple of things you'll need to do before surgery. You may as well all go up. I'm sure I'm not going to be able to get rid of any of you for a while." He leaned over Leslie and kissed the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Little Lady. Not many people would do what you're doing. You must really love your brother." "I do." "I know you do. Be good and I'll see you in a few hours for surgery." Nancy insisted on pushing the wheelchair, so we followed and let her do her job. We went over to the elevators and rode up to the fifth floor. The room was large with two hospital beds and another "real" bed. There was a TV on the wall and a couple of large chairs that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. Nancy made Les get into a hospital gown. Her ass showed through the back. "Just like in your bed when I got home from Sea World." "That's not funny, Mom." A nurse came in with a chart. "Dr. Bradley has ordered an enema since it's been less than 12 hours since your last meal. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you ladies to leave for about 20 minutes." Sam and I went out to the lobby and found a pay phone. She called her mother. I had to help her out when she started explaining what was wrong with Wes and just broke down. I got a promise of whatever help was needed. I asked that she look after Jaz for a few days. She also agreed to bring some of Sam's clothes down tonight while they were in surgery. I called the Crowlys and told them that Wes had broken legs and he'd hurt his back. He was scheduled for surgery tonight. When they pushed for more information, I just told them they knew how doctors were and I'd probably know more tomorrow after the surgery. We went back to the room and the door was closed. I knocked and the nurse told me to wait a few minutes. It was about 5 minutes before the door opened. "You can go in. I gave her a pill to relax her, so she may be a little dopey." I couldn't help but think what Wes would say with a setup like that. Hang in there, Red. They'll both be OK. We went in the room. I let Sam and Les talk while I put some clothes in the closet. We talked. I think Les was braver than either of us about the upcoming surgery. Wes was hurt, she was going to make it better. It was that simple. Before we knew it Dr. Bradley came in. "All ready?" Les nodded. "How did you like my little surprise?" She stuck out her tongue. "OK. Now I need to give you a shot. You'll be very relaxed by the time we get you into the operating room. Then we'll hook you up with an IV and you'll get another shot and the next thing you know you'll be working on one kidney and Wes will have the other. Any questions?" "Will it hurt?" He rolled her over onto one hip, then put his hand above one of her kidneys. "Have you ever been hit or kicked here?" "Yeah. It hurt." "Well, that's what it'll feel like after the surgery. But don't worry, if it gets too bad, we've got lots of drugs to make the pain go away." "I don't want any drugs if I can help it." "That's fine. But don't be afraid to ask if it gets too bad. I've got to go. An orderly will be by to wheel you to surgery in a few minutes." He kissed her on the head again. "Thank you, Les." She tried to hug him but the shot was doing its job. She lay back and smiled at him. Dr. Bradley looked at me. "As for you, Mom, I'm going to do the surgery. There's not a whole lot for you to do. You can get information about the progress when we bring Les out to intensive care and find out more about Wes when he comes out. You won't be able to see either of them till tomorrow morning. That's if everything goes perfectly. As long as they stay in intensive care you won't be allowed to visit them. The risk of infection is too great. So you need to keep your motherly instincts at bay for a while. Once you're all back in this room you can Mom all you want." I leaned over and gave Dr. Bradley a kiss. A little more than the standard patient's mother to doctor kiss. He responded without hesitation. "Thank you for taking care of my children, Doctor." "You're welcome." He was grinning as he left the room. A minute later a couple of orderlies came in with a gurney. They got a smiling Les on it and strapped her down. Sam and I both kissed her just before they wheeled her away. ------- Chapter 38 Mom's Story I've known my basic purpose was to be loved and to have children ever since I had my first period. I've heard stories of long labors and major pain in giving birth from countless women. With all three kids, when I was ready to have them, I had them. Wes and Les were both born before I got into the delivery room. Jaz held off till they closed the door, then he popped out. I guess my cancer scare was tough going, but the worst part was waiting for the day of the operation. The actual operation was done in the doctor's office and I had to wait a few days for the results, so I had the kids and life to keep me busy. I can say without a doubt that that Wednesday night was the longest night I've ever gone through. My first born had been in a major accident and could die without ever waking up. Did he know how much I loved him? Was there anything I missed doing to show him how much he meant to me both as a son and an individual? My second born had unselfishly volunteered to give up part of her body so that he might live. The doctor hadn't gone over chances, but you can't take a major organ out of a human body without some kind of risk. Nobody said it but we all knew it. I looked over at Sam after they wheeled Les out of the room. She was looking at something only she could see, in another world. I reached over and took her hand. She eventually came back to the present and looked up at me. "We need to get something to eat. Breakfast and a piece of pie isn't going to give us the energy we need to make it through tonight." She nodded. We stopped at the nurses' station on the way out. I introduced myself and told them we were going to the cafeteria in case anybody showed up. The nurse told me she didn't know what we did but Dr. Bradley was very impressed with our family and had told the nurses to keep an eye out for us and give us anything we needed. I thanked her and told her prayer would be helpful tonight. She assured me they were all praying for both of my children. We arrived in the cafeteria and got our trays. Sam wasn't picking anything up. "Come on, Sammy. You need your strength." "I'm not hungry." "For Wes and Les. Come on." She put a couple of things on her tray. I don't think she even knew what she got. I made sure she got a tall glass of milk. I paid the cashier and looked around. There was an old man sitting off by himself. I walked over to him and asked if we could join him. He seemed startled, then stood up and pulled chairs out for each of us. This man could teach others some lessons about manners. We talked. For the most part, he talked and we listened. His name was Donald Johnson. He and his wife had lived in La Mesa for almost 60 years. That was when he got out of the navy after serving for 6 months in World War I. They married and had 3 children. And had outlived all three of them. Now, she was upstairs in bed, her body riddled with cancer, tubes and needles sticking out of her, a shell of the woman he had spent his life with. He was in pain because of the constant pain she felt. He was obviously scared of the future. He couldn't imagine his life without her. He also talked of covering her face with the pillow and ending it. The poor man was so in love with his wife. I realized we weren't as bad off as I thought. Sam reached over and took his hand in both of hers. "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry your wife is so sick. I can't imagine how that could be. I've been in love with someone for just a few months and want to spend my life with him like you and your wife. We were going to make love for the first time this afternoon and he got run over by a car. Now I don't know if I'll ever see him again. I just pray I'll be able to talk to someone 60 years from now and tell them my memories with Wes." It hit me like a fist. I guess there was a part of me that felt Sam's feelings for Wes were puppy love or some competition with Les. This was a grown up woman who was in love with her man. Maybe even more so than Les. The old man smiled at Sam. "You're right. The Lord has been good to us. We've had a good life together. I just don't know what I'll do without her." "That's between you and your Lord. I don't know if I'll be able to go on living if Wes dies. That's something I'll have to face if and when that time comes. If you're meant to live on, I'm sure it will happen. If not, you can be back together with your wife that much sooner. And without the pain." He and I were both tearing up. Sam was growing up fast. He squeezed her hand and said, "Thank you, Sam. You're right. You've definitely given me some things to think about." He looked at me, then back at Sam. "I know it's an imposition, but I have to ask. Would you like to visit my wife?" Sam looked over at me. "Mr. Johnson, we'd be honored to meet your wife." He smiled and stood up. Sam picked up the trays and returned them. I had my arm wrapped around Mr. Johnson's. Sam came up and grabbed his other arm. We went up to his wife's room. It was smaller than ours and had a curtain dividing it into two halves. His wife was on the far side. The other patient was blocked from view by a curtain in front of her bed. I could tell a woman was in there by the occasional moaning. We met his wife Marie. I didn't realize they had met when he was over in France. She must have been tiny to begin with, she was skin and bones now. I think she was holding on just for him. Marie seemed enchanted by Sam. She had her sit down on the edge of her bed and they held hands. It was an effort for her to talk, but she kept up a lively conversation. She found out about Wes and assured Sam that it would work out. "Don't you worry. He would be a fool to leave someone like you." We talked for another 10 minutes and she got tired. I told her we would leave so she could get some sleep but that we would be around tomorrow. "I don't think that will be necessary. Donald and I have had our time together. It's time for us to go on. Now is the time for Sammy and Wesley. I just hope they can have half the happiness I've had with my Donny." She was smiling at her husband, tears in the corner of each eye. He held on to her hand, his tears streaming down his face. "You're right, Marie. We've had our time. You can go whenever you're ready. I'll be OK." She smiled and turned to Sam. "Sammy, could you do a dying lady a favor?" Sam didn't insult her intelligence by lying to her. "Anything." "Could you look in on my Donny once in a while after I'm gone?" "I would be happy to, Marie." Marie held her arms out. Sam hugged the fragile woman who hugged back fiercely. We went out into the hall, followed by Mr. Johnson. "I can't thank you two enough. I swear you were sent by God to help us through this time. I know now how selfish I've been holding on to her while she's in such pain. I think she realizes she can be free and I'll still survive. Thank you both." We hugged each other. I gave him both of our phone numbers, got his, and told him where the waiting room for the operating room was and where our hospital room was. I made sure he knew he could call or visit us if he needed anything. He told us to come back tomorrow to let them know about the operations. We got to the lounge near the operating room. I knew we weren't going to hear anything for several hours but this is probably where people would come looking for us. Sam smiled at me. The first smile that wasn't mixed with pain since we were in the kitchen. "I don't feel so bad now. I just know that he's going to make it through this operation and he'll be back riding his bike and running cross country in no time." We hugged each other. "I hope you're right." "Oh, Sam. There you are." We both looked up. A girl who looked a couple of years older than Sam was walking toward us. Sam yelled out. "Darcy! How did you know we were here?" "I stopped at the house and your mother told me." Sam introduced us. "Mom, this is Darcy. She's on the cheer squad with us. She's the one who talked to Wes about her brother. Darcy, this is Wes & Les's mother. We all call her Mom. She's OK. She knows all about Wes and Les and me." I stood up and held out my arms. "My son seems to think an awful lot about you." She ran into my arms and hugged me like we'd known each other forever. "I love him so much. He gave me exactly what I needed to get my brother to notice me. You don't know how happy we've been the past couple of days. Gee, it's so hard to believe it's only yesterday morning we met for the first time." "I know, Sweetheart. It's just been a few days for me, too." "You mean..." "Yes. I'm afraid we're all in the same boat. Sam here is the only one who isn't in love with a family member." "And the only one who hasn't been fucked." Darcy hugged Sam. "Oh, poor Sammy. By the way, where's Les?" It took a long time to tell her the whole story. We had to repeat parts of it as more girls wandered in. By the time we were done, the whole cheer squad was in the waiting room. And Joey. He'd ridden his bike over and found us shortly after Darcy came in. He handed Sam a suitcase when he first saw us, then sat by himself. A little after 9:00 Dr. Bradley came over to us. "I just want to let you know that we just sent Leslie into Intensive Care. Everything went smoothly, the kidney has been removed and they're starting to transplant it to Wes. We decided to work on his legs while we were getting the kidney so he should be done in an hour or so. The leg work went fine, actually better than I thought it would. He's a strong boy. I'm sure he'll come out of the surgery just fine." "Dr. Bradley. How can you remove both kidneys and put in a new one in an hour?" "I'm sorry. Did I give you the impression he had his kidneys? We took them out this afternoon before I met you. They were damaged so much it was harming him for them to be in his body. I'm not too proud to admit I was scared when I saw him on the table without kidneys. If Les hadn't stepped forward, I don't know what we would have done." He held out a hand and pulled me out of the chair. He excused us and took me to an empty area where we could talk. "Boy, Wes has quite a fan club." "They're not all here for Wes. Les and Sam are on the cheer squad with them." "Be that as it may, I can tell your son is something special. You can tell me to shut up if you want, but I get the impression Les's love for him goes beyond what a sister normally has for her brother." "We all love him, Doctor." He raised an eyebrow and looked at me a bit closer. "Then I guess I'd better get back in there and make sure everything goes alright. I'll come back to see you after we finish with your son." We all talked for a few minutes. Joey didn't say anything. He just sat there looking sad. I looked over toward the elevators. Mr. Johnson had just gotten off. He was hesitating, afraid to interrupt us. His shoulders were slumped more than before. I stood up. "Mr. Johnson. Over here." I looked at the couch we were sitting on. "Anna, could you go sit in that chair so we have room for Mr. Johnson? Thank you, Dear." I sat down and made a space between Sam and me. He sat down. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to interrupt." "Nonsense, we're all friends here. These girls are all cheerleaders, like Sam and Les. Joey over here is Sam's brother and Wesley's best friend. We're glad to have you. Is Marie any better?" His lips quivered as he strove to keep his mouth clenched. His eyes teared up. "I'm sorry, I lost my Marie a few minutes after you left. We talked. She told me she loved me and asked me to forgive her for leaving me. Forgive Her! I asked her to forgive me for holding on so hard and being selfish. I was holding her in my arms when she left me. She looked so fragile, lying there in the bed. For the first time in months, she was without pain. Her face was so peaceful. The only other thing close to it was when Sammy talked to her. I can't thank either of you enough." Sam got up and moved Mr. Johnson's left leg to the side. She then sat down on his leg, wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head down on his shoulder. He sighed and put his arms tentatively around her waist. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. After a few minutes I called one of the girls over. "You're Vickie, aren't you?" She nodded her head. "Am I mistaken, or were you interested in meeting Joey?" "I was, but I was thinking of the drive-in. This isn't the place." "Nonsense. He's hurting. Wes is his best friend. Just be a friend to him. Joey. Come here for a minute, Honey." Joey came over and I took a 20 out of my purse. "Joey, this is Vickie. I think you've already heard of her." She held her hand out. "Hi, Joey." He mumbled something but took her hand. She put her other hand on top of his and held on. "I need you two to go to the cafeteria and pick up enough cokes for everyone. Would you like some coffee, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes, please. With a little cream." "Good. Get cokes for all you kids and two coffees. One black and one with a little cream. Take your time, we're not in any rush." I gave them directions to the cafeteria. Mr. Johnson watched them leave. He turned to me. "They're a little shy, aren't they?" I nodded. "That's OK, they'll outgrow it." Sam snuggled a little further into his shoulder and his arms went tighter around her waist. "You know, I haven't had a little girl on my lap like this for about 45 years?" Sam immediately said, "I'm not a little girl." "Honey, when you've lived as long as I have, everyone's a little girl. Even your momma over here." "I think I'll just stay here on the couch." He laughed. Sam giggled and said "You don't know what you're missing, Mom." We talked. The girls were glad I sent Vickie and Joey to get drinks. It seems Vickie was the shy one and had had a crush on Joey after seeing him run in a few competitions. She just didn't have the confidence to go after him, so they were all glad I forced them to be with each other. They came back a little later with a couple of trays with drinks on them. They got a ration from the girls about being gone so long. Sam actually lifted up the back of Vickie's dress when she walked by. Vickie swung around. Sam just smiled and said "I just wanted to make sure they weren't on backwards or inside-out." Both Vickie and Joey turned beet red. That didn't prevent them from sitting down together in the last chair. Sam told Joey he could go ask the nurse and she was sure they could get another chair. They both mumbled they were fine and the group all laughed and went "Aaaaawwww." Joey was insisting on his innocence when Dr. Bradley came out. He saw Mr. Johnson and shook his hand. "Don, I'm sorry to hear about Marie. I'm sure she's better off now that she's not in constant pain anymore." Mr. Johnson thanked him. "Well, it looks like you've got quite a group here. Watch out for that one on your lap. I hear she tried to put the whole rescue squad out of work earlier today." He looked at me. I said, "You might as well tell everyone, they're all family. It will save me and Sam from repeating it." "OK. First of all, Wes is doing better than I ever expected. Yes, that's right, Mom. Go ahead and cry if you want. Just so everyone is up to speed. Wes was wheeled into the emergency room a little after 1:30 this afternoon. His legs were obviously broken. Legs aren't designed to bend the way his were. His back was not right, we found out later it was broken, too. However, there were some symptoms that indicated he might have some internal damage." Anna spoke up. "What kind of symptoms?" He looked at her and smiled. "Secret symptoms. Doctor stuff. If I let you in on my secrets, you'll all be diagnosing patients and I won't have anything to do. Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh, yes. We had a note from his mother so I figured what the heck and sliced him open. As luck would have it, I happened to slice him in just the right place. I found a couple of kidneys that were useless. I cut them out and shoved a couple of corks into the holes they'd left, then threw a towel over him just in time to meet Mom, Les and Sam. I told Les I had a two for one special since it was my first day on the job and convinced her to let me pull out one of her kidneys. While I was doing that, I made sure Wes wouldn't be able to walk by a magnet without getting pulled toward it. Since I now had an extra kidney, I picked up the towel and sewed it into Wes. His body didn't spit it back out, so we sewed him up and put him into intensive care. Just so he doesn't twist and turn and mess up his back, we built a contraption out of old clothesline and 2X4s to keep him still. After he's healed a few days we'll put a plastic cast over his back so he looks like one of those robots out of the science fiction movies you guys pretend to watch at the drive-in. Does anybody have any questions?" I spoke up. "Is he really better than you expected?" "Yes, he is. His blood pressure is in a better range than could be expected. You've got to realize, it's 10:30 now, that means he been in surgery almost 9 hours. Just because we weren't working on him constantly doesn't mean he wasn't in surgery. We didn't sew him back up after this afternoon, that would have been crazy. We did cover him up to reduce any chance of infection, but he's had a pretty tough day. He's still in his coma, but he reminds me of some other cases I've seen. Sometimes a body can't handle the pain and injury as well as the environment, constant visitors, what have you. So the person kind of shuts down and concentrates on healing himself. I've seen this in 5 or 6 cases. When it's time for them to wake up, they wake up healed or almost healed. The normal coma patient looks like he's asleep. These look different. It's as if there's an inner strength or determination that shows up on their faces. It's hard to explain, but I'm sure you'll see it when you get a chance to visit him. Which, by the way looks like it will be around 10:00 in the morning for Mom and Sam and after lunch for the rest of you ghouls. Any other questions?" I looked him in the eye. "You're not just a regular doctor, are you?" "Mom, nothing gets by you. I'm what they call a prodigy. That means they didn't have any other category they could buttonhole me in. I finished high school at 14. The only reason it took so long is it took years for them to realize I wasn't stupid, I was bored. Once we got that straight, I just zipped through my classes. I got accepted at Harvard and did my undergraduate studies in a couple of years, then read a few medical books and got my degree. I found out I had a good huncher. If I had a hunch about something, it was almost always right. The only area I'm aware there's a problem is trying to figure out women. I did my first operation when I was 17 and have been cutting people open for the last 10 years." "When did you do your first transplant?" He turned around and looked at the clock. "About an hour and a half ago. But don't tell anybody. I read the book but they haven't given me the test yet. They kind of frown on that sort of thing. But I've got a hunch the kids'll be OK." "How much of this crap do you expect me to believe?" "I expect you to believe most of it. Only half of it's true. Just keep an eye on your kids. See if my hunch plays out." He stood me up. "Do I get another kiss for doing such a good job on your kids?" "You can get more than that." "What about Dad?" "Dad isn't here because he's busy with his girlfriend. He doesn't know it yet, but enough's enough. I'm going to send him packing the next time I see him." "I'll tell you what. I'll take that kiss now. And we'll worry about the more than that after you've gotten rid of Dad. Just make sure the kids get to keep that insurance plan he's got." He pulled me to him by the shoulders. The kiss lasted long enough so I was breathless when we were done. I hadn't been kissed like that since I was dating my husband. Wes is a good kisser, but there was something "adult" about his kiss. "You don't know how close you are to being raped, Dr. Bradley." "Well, in that case, you better call me Jeff. But no hanky panky till there is no more Dad. I'll hold up my silver cross if I have to. Besides, they have a rule here in the hospital. No boffing allowed till the relative is out of intensive care." "I'll let you know what's happening with my husband. But just between us, you can boff me any time you want." He gave me another kiss, as good as the last one. He said he had to go, then shook Mr. Johnson's hand, kissed Sam on the head and talked to the rest as a group. "By kids. Be good. And you may want to tie this one up." He was pointing at me when he made that last comment. There really wasn't anything else for the kids to hang around for. Sandy had driven her folks' big station wagon so she offered to take Joey and his bike home. Vickie made arrangements to ride home with them, too. Vickie and Joey were staying right next to each other now, holding hands. By the time they were all gone, Mr. Johnson said he better be going, too. "Donald, are you going to be alright? Going home to an empty house?" "You know, I think I will. That house is full of memories of me and Marie. It felt empty when she was down here suffering but I don't think it will anymore." Sam kissed him on the cheek. "Take care of yourself, Mr. Johnson." "Oh, don't think you're going to get rid of me that quick. I'll be back tomorrow, and the day after that. You don't think I'm going to miss meeting those kids, do you?" He looked better as he walked away. As if a load had been lifted from his shoulders. I asked Sam if she wanted anything to eat or drink. We were both ready for bed. We went up to the room and Sam put her clothes in the closet. We both had conservative nightgowns we changed into. "Well, Sam, we've got three beds. How do you want to work this?" "If you don't mind, I'd like for us to both sleep in the regular bed." I climbed in, then she climbed in after me. She gave me a kiss, said "Night," then trolled over. I spooned up against her, wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep. ------- Chapter 39 Mom's Story Someone was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw a nurse bent over Sam, who was backed up against me with my arms around her. Once she saw I was awake she stood up. "It's 7:30. They're going to start wandering in and out of here any time now. I thought you might like to get dressed." "Thank you." "Can I bring you a cup of coffee?" "God, yes. I drink mine black." "How about your daughter?" "She puts as much cream and sugar as she can in it." "I've got a son like that. I don't know why they bother to drink the stuff. I'll be back in a minute." There was a half bath in the room with a sink and a toilet. I used the toilet, then washed up. Sam tapped on the door. "The nurse brought in some coffee." "Thank you, Sam. I'll be right out." I came out and saw that Sam had the door closed and was in a bra and panties, changing into shorts and a shirt. She was a beautiful girl. I was happy for my son. Oh, God. My son. The last I knew they had cut him open in at least three places, taken things out and put things back in his body while he was in a coma the whole time. I was sure the nurses here didn't know anything. But maybe. If they were moving into the room this morning, they might know. Sam was dressed and was just closing the door as she took her turn in the bathroom. I put on a summer dress, mostly white with blue flowers on it. It was comfortable and showed off my legs. I went out to the nurses station. The nurse who woke me up was there. I asked if she knew anything about the kids, she said I had to go up to intensive care and ask them. She warned me they might make me wait for a doctor. I went back into the room. Sam was going through the suitcase Joey brought for her. "Damn. They forgot my toothbrush" "I didn't think to bring mine, either. Tell you what. We'll go up to intensive care and find out about Wes and Les. Then we'll get some breakfast and pick up a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste." The nurse was coming in with another pillow that she put on one of the beds. "I can get you a couple of toothbrushes and some toothpaste. I'll bring a couple more for your other children when they get here." "Thank you. I appreciate that. By the way. Sam here is my next door neighbor. She's my son's girlfriend and my daughter's best friend." "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by calling her your daughter." "No, that's fine. It's just you can't tell the players without a scorecard. Wait till her brother and the cheer squad pile in here. You'll never be able to tell who anyone is." She took off, then came back with four toothbrushes and a small tube of Ipana. Sam and I piled into the bathroom and brushed away the night's crud. We took the elevator up to intensive care. I saw Jeff at the desk, talking to one of the nurses. I walked up to him. "Good morning, Dr. Bradley." He turned around and took his time checking out my dress and my legs. Sam turned red as he subjected her to the same inspection. "Good morning, Ladies. How can I be so lucky to have so much beauty presented to me so early in the morning?" Sam looked like she'd been out in the sun 3 hours too long. I spoke. "I suppose half of that is crap like last night, too." "I beg to differ. I'm seldom greeted with so much beauty so early in the morning. Thank you for stopping by. I have to leave now." He turned and started to walk away. Poor Sam, she thought he was serious. She dove at him and grabbed on to his arm. He walked a couple of steps, dragging her along, then pretended to notice her. He looked down at her, then said, "Is there something I can do for you, little girl?" "I'm not a little girl. How are Wes and Les?" "Hmmm. Wes & Les. Wes & Les. Are they friends of yours or something? I don't see you listed as a relative anywhere. I'll have to check with the nurses. Nurse? Do you know this child? Is she cleared for confidential Dr. / patient information?" The nurse looked at Sam and shook her head. "Don't let him bother you, Honey. If he does, you just kick him in the shin. That'll straighten him out." "Ow. That hurts. My own support staff rebelling against me. It seems to me I heard something about the two of them being behind in their rent or something. They're supposed to be evicted and moved to the slums with you two right after breakfast. Have you had breakfast yet?" "No, Sir." "Then I suggest you bribe me by taking me with you. That way I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't try to get any confidential information from anybody else. Now, this redheaded woman you brought with you. Is she safe? Will I need you to protect my honor?" "I don't know. She looks pretty horny to me. Once she gets that way she's pretty persistent." "It's a good thing I brought my crucifix with me. Maybe I should pick up some garlic." "I'll watch out for you. I'm sure I can get you through breakfast. Just don't let her get you near a bed." He held both arms out. Each of us hooked one and the three of us walked off. Dr Bradley started singing "We're Off to See the Wizard" and we both joined in till we got to the elevator. We got to the cafeteria and started serving ourselves from the buffet. He yelled down to the cashier. "This little girl is paying for my breakfast. I want caviar and your best champagne." Meanwhile, he was putting eggs, bacon and toast on his plate. Sam was in a better mood than last night. She piled up her plate and got juice and milk. I was feeling pretty hungry and got myself a good breakfast. Sam got down to the cashier and started to pull out her wallet. "That's OK, Sammy. I've got it." I started to put my hand in my purse. Jeff grabbed my wrist and pulled it out. "It's OK. They know me here. Wench. Put this on my tab." The cashier was smiling and shaking her head. "Go on. Get out of here." We found a table and sat down. Jeff made sure his chair was close to me. I looked at him. "I have to check your plate. You never know what they'll try to do to you around this place." The food was surprisingly good. I tried to remember what we ordered yesterday and couldn't. I couldn't remember how it tasted. Sam looked at Jeff. "So, you never answered my question." "Caught again. And I thought I avoided it so well. Tell me again? What was your question?" "I wanted to know how Wes and Les are." "Those two. Scum of the earth. They drop in here, keep half our staff busy for most of the night and don't even have the courtesy to thank us. Go right to sleep. In our best bed. The one with all the bells and whistles. Well let's see. They seem to have both slept through the night. Both of them have perfectly normal temperatures. I usually forget my watch or something and the patient wakes up with a fever the next day and I have to cut him open again. I checked for my watch and it's still on my arm, so I guess they're OK. If they're just going to sleep, they might as well do it in the cheap rooms. So I plan on moving them downstairs around 10. If that's OK with you." Sam got up and hugged him. "You better get your cross out or I might come after you myself." "Back off, Wench. Or I'll put you over my knee." "Oh, Please." Now Jeff was the one turning red. I put my hand on his arm. "You better back off, Sam. He's just a man. You've got him all confused. You don't want to be responsible for him leaving his watch in somebody else." Sam giggled, kissed him on the cheek and went back to her plate. He looked at me with a question on his face. "Serves you right for being such an asshole." "I take strong offense to that, my lady." We had a more "normal" conversation after that, if any conversation with Jeff could be called normal. His mind went too fast to talk normally. He'd think up some new relationship and all of a sudden we'd be off on a totally different tangent. I found out one of the reasons he was so interested in Wes was he did his thesis on these unusual comas he was talking about. He was convinced that Wes knew he had to do some major healing and had just taken time off to handle it. He told me not to get my hopes up, but if he was in what he called a healing coma, the chances of him being able to move his legs were much greater. Sam looked at him "He'll be riding his bike within 6 months. And he'll make Cross Country as a senior." "Well, you just heard it. I don't know what you need me here for when St Sam says that." He started to stand, pushing his chair back. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to his chair. "What do you mean, St Sam." "Haven't you heard? Everywhere this little girl goes miracles happen. When we got word on what shape Wes was in from the ambulance and then heard a rescue team was going to have to pry a car off him, we gave up. We didn't think he'd last an hour or two. And then Sam just lifts the car off him." "I didn't lift it off. I just drove it off him." "I bet. There was no way to drive off him with out going over his legs. I heard the car was on him one second, then on the lawn the next. And then you save Mr Johnson from feeling guilty for the rest of his life." "I just talked to him. He was just confused because he's so in love with Marie." "Confused. Sure. You just convinced them to give up after 60 years of marriage." "It wasn't like that. She was hurting. She was afraid to leave him. I just convinced both or them he would be OK if she ended the pain and died." "Right. And a half hour after he loses his wife you're sitting on his lap trying to seduce him." "I was not. I was trying to make him feel better. He loved her. She left after 60 years of being with him. He needed a hug." "See. St Sam. Just like I said. You better get used to it, little girl. It's all over the hospital. You keep doing this and we won't allow you in here any more. People will come here expecting miracles. We can't have that." I think she realized he wasn't going to let her win. She was going to be St Sam whether she liked it or not. A voice came over the PA system, paging me to call the operator from one of the house phones. Jeff directed me to the elevator lobby. I went out and dialed the operator. There was a call for me. Please hang up and pick up the phone when it rings. It was my husband. He started to tell me he was in Houston. I told him I knew he was full of shit. "What's the matter, did your teenie girlfriend forget to give you my message?" "Yes." "Well, it's pretty much done with. Your son has been in a coma since early yesterday afternoon. He has two severely broken legs that they put steel rods in. His back is broken but they can't do anything with it right now other than stabilize it. He also lost both kidneys. Your daughter volunteered to give him one of hers. They removed one of her kidneys last night and transplanted it into your son. They both seem to be doing well, they're coming out of intensive care in about a half hour. They made it through the operations and the night without your support, I'm sure they'll make it through the next few days fine. Go back to your secretary. When this is all done, we need to have a good long talk. We can either do it ourselves or through lawyers. It's up to you. Think about it." I hung up the phone, put my arm on the wall, leaned against it and cried. I felt a couple of hands gently pulling me away from the wall, turning me around. Jeff pulled me close to him and pushed my head down on his shoulder. I hugged him and cried. He just stood there, waiting me out, never saying anything, his arms gently around me, keeping me safe. I finally settled down. I sniffed and pulled a Kleenex out of my bag. "I must look a mess." "Nonsense. Impossible. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I smiled and sniffed again. Dammit. There I go, crying again. I pulled another Kleenex out, wiped my eyes and blew my nose. He led me down the hall to a Lady's room. "Why don't you take a minute and freshen up. Would you like me to send Sam in to help you?" Another sniff, more tears. "No, that's OK. I'll be fine." I went into the restroom and splashed some cold water on my face. I thought of Jeff calling me beautiful and I started crying again. What was wrong with me? I felt Sam's hand on my shoulder. "He's got you, hasn't he?" I turned, looked at her, nodded my head and smiled, then started crying again. She pulled me close to her and held on while I let go. ------- Chapter 40 Sam's Story It's Not Fair! It's Thursday morning and I'm still a virgin. Les has been my best friend ever since we moved next door to her. We grew up together and shared everything. And then last Christmas, something happened. I fell in love with her brother, Wes. They had a party over at their house. It was pretty much for the whole neighborhood. There were a lot of adults and a few younger kids. Wes, Les, me and my brother Joey were the only ones in our age group. I'd thought Wes was neat and all. He's a year older than I am and is always hanging around with Joey and they ride bikes and run and all and he just looks good. Anyway, I was standing in the doorway of the playroom and he comes up to me and says "You're under the mistletoe." And then he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I kissed back. You better believe I kissed back. When we were done he smiled at me and said "Merry Christmas, Sam." I was able to answer "Merry Christmas" but I had trouble standing and had to sit down on the couch real quick. I never felt anything like that. I knew I was in love with Wes. I kept watching him for the rest of Christmas vacation but he didn't pay any more attention to me than before. I'd kind of hang around or make myself available but it didn't make any difference. It seemed like it was just another kiss at a Christmas party to him. Time went by and nothing happened. He'd say Hi and all but he never mentioned the kiss or tried to kiss me again. And I grew more and more attracted to him. I'd think about him or he'd be around either at my house or when I was over with Les and I'd have to hold my legs together. A couple of times I had to excuse myself and go change because I got so wet. I found myself thinking of him while I was in bed and would have to play with myself before I could get to sleep. It got so I felt guilty being around Les. I mean, how would I feel if she told me she had the hots for Joey. Yuch. I didn't want her to think I was a perv or something. But it kept getting worse and worse. I kept deciding I was going to tell her the next time I saw her, then I'd chicken out and then decide to tell her the next time and all. And then one day about a month before school was out she tells me she has a secret. Well, when she says that I think Great! She'll tell me her secret, whatever it is and I'll be excited and all and then I can tell her my secret. It was gonna be perfect. So then she says I've got to swear not to tell anyone or she'll just die and I do and then she tells me. She's in love with Wes. I try to look excited and all but I just can't pull it off. She thinks it's because I think it's gross her being in love with her brother and all and then she figures it out. And she says we can share him. We teamed up and tried to get him to pay attention to us for months and it didn't work. Les finally talked to her Mom and they came up with a plan. The next thing I know she tells me to stay away for a while and I'll get my turn. And then he ends up in her bed and they have sex every way you can think of and a few you never could in a million years and she just looks so happy. So, I go in her room Monday after they've had their weekend together and we kid around a bit and one thing leads to another and the next thing I know I'm pulling my shorts off and he's kissing my butt and then he's licking my butthole and then he has a finger, then two in it, then I'm begging him to fuck it and he does and I come and it's great. But it wasn't exactly what I had planned for our first time. First, Les was there the whole time, watching us and playing with herself. We sort of ganged up on him and almost forced him to do it. I don't even know if he would have done anything with me if we were alone. I wanted something romantic with him holding me in his arms and telling me he loved me and all. A couple of hours later Les and I worked together to give him a blow job. It was fine and all but I really wanted to do that all by myself the first time. So a few days go by. He tells me he loves me a couple of days later but he also tells me Les will always be first. And in the meantime he makes love to his mother a few times. And spends more time with Les. So Wednesday comes around and he has to mow some lawns cuz he's spent so much time in bed he has to catch up. He asks me what I'm doing and I tell him cheer practice and he says maybe we can do something later and I look at him and I can tell he means making love and I'm so happy I can hardly stand it and I say yes and he goes outside to get his lawnmower. In the meantime his Mom wants me to help with the dishes. We start talking and she says how Wes was talking to her and he doesn't want to have to use a rubber with me so he wants me to get on the pill and I felt so good because we were going to have time alone, just Wes and me and maybe I could get him to love me like I love him. And then we hear the crash. I think we both knew it was Wes and it was bad. She just dropped the glass she had in her hand and said "Come on." It was worse than I ever thought it could be. I kept thinking all we needed to do was get him up and maybe splash some water on him and he'd be alright and we could still spend our afternoon making love. Or maybe he'd be hurt, but I could hold him in my arms and he'd fall in love with me. When it looked like they were going to have to get some kind of rescue team to move the stupid car I flipped out. I moved it so they could get him to the hospital. I got to ride with him. I held his hand all the way but he was in a coma and he didn't know I was there. I kept holding on when they wheeled him in and this bitch of a nurse pried my hands off and they took him away. So, it turns out that Wes has two broken legs and a broken back and is in a coma. He may never wake up, he might die soon, he may never walk if he does wake up. And he lost both kidneys so he'll die in a few days if something isn't done right away. And Les says she'll give him one of her kidneys. And they find out she's a perfect match. I didn't even get a chance to offer one of mine. So, they go into surgery. Everyone's calling me Wes's girlfriend but she's the one who gets all the attention because she loves him so much she's going to give up her kidney. Then we all meet in the waiting room while they're in the operating room. Darcy's there. She was over at the house the day before and talked to me and Les because she was in love with her brother and he's going to Viet Nam in two weeks and she didn't know how to tell him. Then Wes came in and told her exactly what to do and she went home and has been making love with her brother ever since. And Les's Mom knows Vickie who's on the squad has a crush on Joey and she sets them up and they go off to get cokes for everyone and they come back and they're sitting in the same chair together and holding hands and they ride home together afterward. And to top it off, their Mom, who Wes has made love to several times instead of me and has a husband who plays around on her finally tells her husband to get lost when he can't be bothered to show up at the hospital and she's already in love with Wes's doctor. So here I am in the bathroom, holding onto Mom while she cries her eyes out because of all the stuff she's going through the past couple of days feeling like I'm never going to lose my cherry. Damn It. It's Just Not Fair! Mom took one final sniff and raised her head. She smiled at me. That kind of smile that looks like you're doing everything to do to not break into tears again. I'm worried about my cherry and this woman is taking care of me while her son and her daughter just got out of surgery and she just dumped her husband. She could just as easily sent me home instead of carting me around, feeding me and holding onto me while I slept. She got a couple of paper towels, wet them in the sink and washed off her face. She got out her purse and after 2 minutes she looked ready for bear. Dr. Bradley and I had been joking about her but he needed to keep his eyes open or he'd end up on top of her thinking it was his idea before he knew what hit him. She kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Sam. I don't know what I'd do without you. Wesley doesn't know how lucky he is." We went up to our room. Our room. It was Wes's room and Les was going to be there till she could leave the hospital. There was a bed in there some Mom and I could keep our vigil. We got off the elevator and walked down toward the room. As we got near the nurses station we could see there was some activity going on in the room. Our nurse said it was going to be a while and asked if we'd like some coffee. Mom jumped at the chance. I wasn't too thrilled about having another coffee. "I think I've got a coke if you'd like that, Sam." I thanked her. A minute later Mom and I were sitting down with our drinks. Mom put her hand on my knee. "This must be especially tough on you, Sam. Yesterday was supposed to be a special day for you, wasn't it?" I took a deep breath. "Yes, it was. I feel guilty, but I feel mad that he didn't look where he was going and that that woman didn't stop and that we didn't get together. I know he's really hurting and all but I still feel like he let me down." "I know, Honey. Life's like that sometimes. I know that doesn't make it any better for you. We got the OK to go in the room. Wes was in the first bed on his side, facing the wall. There was a sheet covering him from the waist down. His torso had a cast on it. I could tell it started at his chin and went around his neck. The back was covered form the neck down to about the middle of his back. I couldn't tell, but I assume his whole front was covered. The front part of the cast came around to where his back started. This left a hole at the bottom part of his back. This open area was covered with bandages. That must be from the kidney operation. There was also a leg that came out of the cast between his shoulder blades and another near the lowest part of the cast on his back. They reminded me of kickstands on bikes. These were keeping him propped up so his back wasn't on the bed. Les was in the other hospital bed, lying on her stomach. She was covered by her blanket. She was sound asleep. Both of them had IV bottles dripping something into their arms. Mom was going around straightening sheets. It probably did her some good but Wes and Les could care less. The bathroom door opened and Dr Bradley came out. He looked Mom over then looked at me. "St Sam. I thought I told you no miracles." "What are you talking about?" "This woman over here. I left her in your hands 30 minutes ago and she was an absolute mess. Now she's absolutely beautiful." "Mom looked up at him, smiling. Please don't get me started again. You don't know how hard it is to stop once I get going." He bowed towards Mom. "My apologies, Madam. He turned toward me. "St Sam. Why so glum." "I feel like a saint." "How so?" "Everybody's getting laid but me." "Would it help if I took you in that bathroom and bent you over the sink for a quickie?" "Thank you for the offer, but no." "I think I notice the beginnings of a smile. Don't be so quick to answer. I think taking you in there for a quickie over the sink might help me immensely." I couldn't help it. I was smiling now. "You'd lose your license." "Aha! Someone has been telling tales. I have no license." Mom spoke up. "Last chance, Sam or I may take him up on his offer of a quickie." "You, Madam. Never. Not only are you still legally married, I'm afraid you would hurt me." I couldn't help but laugh. "He's got you there, Mom." Mom stopped fussing with the bedclothes. "Seriously, Jeff. What can you tell me about my children?" "Well, they appear to be brother and sister, they have the same blood type and many other similarities... " "You know what I mean. How are they recovering from the surgery?" "They're recovering well. Wes is still in his healing coma. If you were a doctor and I told you what he's gone through in the past 24 hours and then showed you his vital signs, you would probably think he had been out of surgery for at least a week and was doing very well. I'll continue to look after him, of course, but I'm not concerned about him. I've never seen such a good example of someone taking control and healing himself. I'm beginning to think that St Sam over here may know what she's talking about. Or that maybe he wishes to get laid too." "This one, however is not in a coma. She's just drugged out of her mind and will probably be a zombie for the rest of her life. Actually, she is pretty well doped up. We put her through a lot of trauma last night and she needs to rest thoroughly. We'll ease up on the drugs after today. Her vitals are very good. Not as exceptional as your son's but better than normal. Today's Thursday. I suspect we'll be able to send her home sometime over the weekend. We may even be able to send Wes home early next week. I see no reason for you to pay for him to sleep all day here when you can put him in a hammock in the back yard and sell tickets. I'm afraid we've done about as much damage as we can for now. And if you keep messing with the sheets we'll have all the maids go on strike. I suggest we go get something to eat before the afternoon rush. Mom stood up, put her hands to her sides and turned red. It was the first time I'd ever seen her blush. I guess I was feeling better. I actually felt good for her. Dr Bradley held out his arms and we sang We're Off to See the Wizard all the way to the elevator. ------- Chapter 41 Jeff's Story We got to the elevator and Sam pushed the call button. The doors opened to an empty car. I turned to Mom. "I know you're not old enough for me to call you Mom. Do you mind if I call you Mildred? She laughed. Why don't you call me Sue. That's my name." "Sue. Sue. I like that. Like the Indians. And all this time I thought it was Mom." She was smiling like a schoolgirl. Which is just as well since I felt like a schoolboy. I'd felt that way since yesterday. I'd found the most prominent example of the type coma I'd spent my short career studying in a boy who had one of the most mangled bodies I'd seen short of the 7:00 newscasts from Viet Nam. I'd come out to break the news and the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was sitting next to the girl who'd been hanging on to the boy for dear life as they brought him into the emergency room. There was another teen with them who was obviously the injured boy's sister. And I knew that all the crap I'd ever heard about love at first sight was true. I actually hurt looking at that woman. I figured that she'd want the girls in on everything to do with the boy from the start but I gave her the choice to hear it alone. We all went into an empty exam room. As I held the curtain and she passed by, the thought of throwing her down on the exam table crossed my mind. She told me she was Wes's Mom, and introduced his sister Les and his girlfriend Sam. There was some weird non-verbal communication that went between Sam and Les. I'd seen it as a kid on the farm when the new chicks were establishing a pecking order. I took a closer look at Sam. Pretty girl. No, not girl. She was just reaching womanhood. She couldn't be over 14. There was a look about her. You can look but don't touch. I'm already spoken for. Which I would have know without the inspection. When we got the call from the ambulance, the driver mentioned they were bringing the girlfriend in with them. He then said they were calling in for a rescue team when she just jumped in the car and moved it off the boy. I wondered how many people has died or not recovered fully because of their inability to take a chance. When they wheeled him in it was obvious that she was in love with the boy. Tears streaming down her face, constantly telling him to hold on,, don't die, I'm here, hang on. One of the ER nurses actually pried her fingers off the boy. I felt like smacking her but I knew we had to get him in the OR right away. He was showing signs of kidney failure. I looked at the other one. Leslie. About the same age as Sam. Not as mature. But more out there. Look at me, I'm beautiful. She looked like she thought men were expendable. God knows I'd run into enough women like that at Harvard. They thought it was great fun to latch on to the campus genius until it became evident I wasn't a toy they could play with as they wished. Then without a pause, they'd drop me and be off to the next conquest. God, I sound bitter. But it's really just caution. If you get bitten by enough big dogs you learn to recognise them. And you stay away from them. I looked back at Wes's mother. I'd just come out from removing her son's destroyed kidneys from his body. He could survive with dialysis but not many people had insurance that would cover such a "novelty." And not many had the $125,000 a year to buy it themselves. Of course, there were transplants, but there was a waiting list and I didn't think he'd stand much of a chance of getting one with two broken legs, a broken back and being in a coma. I told her about his legs and his back. She looked at me. "There's more, isn't there." God. She could read me like a book. I told her about the kidneys. Then I told her what the cures were, trying not to be too optimistic. And then Leslie says "Take mine." That's the last thing I expected to hear from her. Maybe there was something wrong with my instant assessment of her. I started going into the need for compatibility between donor and recipient and their mother told me the tests had all been done and they were a match. She gave me the name of the doctor who had the charts and I called. They were like identical twins. He was sending the charts over. I went back in and gave then a quick rundown. I told Les to get in a wheelchair because we had to verify some of the tests. Les started to give me some crap about the wheelchair and I guess I tore into her. She got quiet, blushed and said "Yes Sir." Sam told her to behave. It looked like Les wanted to be noticed. And ate it up when she was. I went to Admissions and let them know what was happening and start the paperwork rolling. I took Les downstairs myself to get her going on the tests. They like to have several days' notice so they can schedule enough coffee breaks or something. It bugs the hell out of them when I just show up and demand they do their jobs. The charts had arrived for both Wes and Les. If these test results were right, they could switch heads. I almost canceled the rest of the tests, but if anything happened it would be my ass and the hospital's license. I got a couple of teams ready to go for the surgery. I got some flak about having two operations at once both from the patient's standpoint and that of the hospital but when I mentioned Life Magazine if we were successful the hospital administrator moved over to my side. We had a team to clean out the various chips in this legs and insert steel rods to clamp them together, another team headed by me to remove the kidney from Leslie, then we were going to take a break while Leslie was taken to Intensive Care and then throw the new kidney in Wes. There were four nurses who were going to take turns holding Wes so he didn't mess up his back any more, two of them on, two off. I went back to the lab and they were finishing up the last test. I waited and took Les to the elevator. We stopped on the way down and Mom and Sam came in. I told them we were tentatively set to operate at 7 PM. We'd know for sure in about a half hour when we got the last of the test results. When we got downstairs I got paged. It was the lab. The results were just what we needed. I told them the surgery was a go. There was a candy striper chomping at the bit to wheel Les into her room. I told her I was proud of her and kissed her on the head. Les, not the candy striper. I also said I'd stop in before the surgery. I went up to the room a couple of hours later. I'd ordered an enema for Les, just to make sure since she had breakfast. I asked her if she liked my surprise and she stuck out her tongue. I told her I was proud of her again. Mom grabbed my arms as I was leaving. She gave me a kiss that told me she wasn't kidding. "Thank you for taking care of my children, Doctor." She made it very clear that there was more where that came from. I could say that I went through the operations in a cloud, not remembering anything because of that kiss but I'm not like that. I'm never so alive as when I'm in an operating room, trying to outwit disease and disfigurement. Wes was a fascinating case. No way for a guy like me to be bored in that room. We got through with Les and I gave the folks an update. There was quite a group. Sam's brother and 6 or 8 cheerleaders had joined Sam and Mom. I pulled the kids' Mom aside. I told her it may not be my business but I got the idea there was more between Les and Wes than normal brother-sister love. She said "We all love him, Doctor." I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. I told her I needed to get back in there and take care of Wes. Transplanting the kidney into Wes went smoothly. God, this kid was strong. Not just physically, spiritual strength seemed to flow out of him, even in a coma. I could see why the women were all attracted to him. We sewed him up and got him into intensive care. We rigged up a temporary brace to get him up off his back without harming the back itself. I took another look at Les. She was going to be fine. Another strong body, not so strong spiritually. I was cleaning up when I heard Marie Johnson had finally left us. Such a fragile, tiny woman. I know she'd been hanging on for her husband. They'd been married for 60 years. I was happy for her but wondered how he was going to get along without her. I went out to the waiting room. The whole gang was there. I noticed Sam's brother and one of the cheerleaders were sharing a chair. I was surprised to see Sam sitting on Don Johnson's lap. I went over to him, shook his hand and offered my condolences. I told him I was sure Marie was in a better place. He thanked me. I told him to watch out for Sam. She smiled and hugged him a bit tighter. I looked at the kid's mom and she said to tell everyone, it would save her from repeating everything. I started out straight. The operation went well, it turned out better than I hoped for. I told Mom her baby was alright, she could cry if she wanted. Then I went on and told the whole group what we'd done since the start of the night in my usual joking way. Mom asked if I really thought it went well and I explained why I did. Then she said "You're not a regular doctor, are you." I figured I'd better get it out before some pissed off medic who couldn't tell his ass from his patient started telling stories about me. A lot of the hangers on were very unhappy that I was on the fast track to head of surgery. Once I got my credentials out of the way, I asked her if I got a kiss for the job I did. She stood up and told me I could get more than that. I asked what about Dad and she told me he was too busy with his girlfriend to come to the hospital and that she'd had enough and was going to get rid of him after this was over. I told her I'd take the kiss and wait till she got rid of Dad before going further. And I told her to make sure she kept that insurance. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. This woman was made for kissing. She molded her body to mine and I had to stop before I got too excited for a doctor in a waiting room. She told me I was close to being raped. If she only knew how close she was to the same fate. I told her she could call me Jeff. She told me I could have whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. It took a lot of effort to tell her she was out of bounds as long as she was married. I kissed her once more and ended it quickly like the last one. I said goodnight to Don, kissed Sam on the head then told the rest of the kids to be good and that they might want to tie Mom up. I took off before I got myself in trouble. The next morning I went up to Intensive Care as soon as I got in. Both kids had done well. Wes had the vitals of a strong patient who had been out of surgery for a week. We had a quick meeting where I drew up my idea of a plastic brace that would support Wes' back plus allow access to the surgical area. It would take a couple of days to manufacture. I complained but it didn't do any good. We planned to build a plaster cast that would do the same thing in the interim. I also suggested a couple of plaster kickstands to hold him up on his side, off his back. I got the complaint that the plaster wouldn't dry if he was leaning back on the stands. I told them to build the stands, then attach them to the cast. They actually got excited and took off to get started. I was out at the desk writing the transfer to their standard room at 10 AM. I heard a "Good morning, Dr. Bradley." I turned around, The kids' mom was wearing a dress that left no doubt that she had gorgeous legs. Sam was wearing a pair of shorts that really accented her trim figure and showed off her legs. I looked Mom over from top to bottom. Delicious. Then I did the same with Sam. Mom took it in stride. Sam was turning redder and redder the more I checked her out. She looked ready to burst. I finally spoke. "Good morning ladies." Then some line about being blinded by their beauty. Sam turned redder. Mom asked it I was feeding them crap like I did last night. I insisted that I seldom saw two women as beautiful, especially so early in the morning. Then I said I had to leave and started to walk away. Sam dove at me and grabbed my hand. I pretended not to notice and dragged her along with me. I finally looked down at her and asked if she wanted something. She wanted to know how the kids were. I gave her some crap about not being a parent, then told her we were kicking them out of the room and they would be down in the room they'd slept in after breakfast. I then got myself invited to breakfast. We had a good breakfast. My attention was on the kids' mom the whole time, so I made small talk with Sam. She told me I hadn't answered her question, so I told her both kids were doing well and should move to the room around 10. That got me a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Sam. She threatened to come after me and I threatened to put her on my knee. She wanted it! Mom finally stepped in and told her she was getting me all confused and I was just a man. And then she told me it served me right for being such an asshole. We talked about my research into healing comas. I mentioned that Wes had a better chance of recovery if indeed he was in one of these. Sam told me he would be riding a bike within 6 months and on the cross country team as a senior. She said is as one would say "It's going to rain tomorrow." Only with more certainty. Sam was becoming somewhat of a celebrity around the hospital. Word had gotten around that she made the ambulance crew look like fools by getting the car off Wes. There were stories that she was responsible for ending Marie's suffering and giving Don new courage to face the future without her. I spent a few minutes ribbing her about being "St Sam." I told her the hospital would get mad if she kept producing miracles. A wonderful breakfast was interrupted when Mom got a phone call. I directed her to the lobby phones. She didn't come back for a while so I went after her to see if she was OK. She was standing in front of a hung up phone, leaning against the wall, her forehead on her arm, crying. I got her by the shoulders and turned her around, pulling her toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried on my shoulder for a good five minutes. I stood there, my arms loosely around her waist and let her get it out. She started slowing down and leaned back a bit. She told me she must look a mess. She did but she also looked beautiful. I told her she looked beautiful. That set her off again. Every time she'd slow down, she'd wipe her eyes and blow her nose and then start up again. She finally quieted down enough for me to herd her into the Ladies room. I asked her if she needed Sam, she said no. I went back to the table and sent Sam in after her anyhow. I went up and checked out the kids' move. We got them settled, then needed to do some quick repairs to Wes' cast. I gave the OK to open up the room and went in the bathroom to wash up. I came out of the bathroom to see Mom and Sam. Mom was straightening out the bedclothes on her kids. I don't know why women fell they have to do that. She looked as beautiful as I'd ever seen her. There was no way this was the woman who had been crying in my arms a half hour ago. I told Sam I'd warned her about playing St Sam and producing miracles. Of course she wanted to know what I was talking about and I told her the Mom had looked terrible a half hour ago and now she was beautiful. Mom came over to me and begged me to stop or she'd start crying again. Sam looked pretty sad. Maybe she was feeling left out. I asked her why she was so glum. "I fell like St Sam." When I asked why, she said everyone was getting laid but her. I asked her if me taking her into the bathroom for a quickie would help her and she said no. I told her not to answer too quickly, it would help me. That got a smile. Mom stopped straightening for a second to warn Sam that if she didn't take me in the bathroom, Mom might instead. I was a good boy. I told her she was a married lady. Then I told her she better stop messing with the sheets or housekeeping would go on strike. She wanted to know how her kids were. I gave her a bunch of PR but told her Les could probably go home over the weekend, Wes early next week. The way they were healing, that should be just about right. I invited them to lunch and we went out to the elevator. And that's when I found out Mom's name was Sue. ------- Chapter 42 Sue's Story I haven't had this much fun in a long time. I should feel guilty with both of my children laying upstairs in a hospital room. But I don't. I know this man will take care of them and I have nothing to worry about. We'd just gotten to the elevators when he asked if he could call me Mildred. What an odd question. Then I realized that in all our conversations I'd been referred to as Wes and Les's Mom. Even Sam calls me Mom. I realized that's what I'd become. Mom. Oh, the minister and a couple of people at church called me Mrs. Bond, but for the most part I was either Mom or Wes & Les's Mom. Maybe I'd been hiding behind that identity because I didn't like what Sue had become. Hell, my husband even called me Mom when he happened to grace us with his presence. Dr. Bradley was saying something about not touching the elevator walls because we were in the one they used for lepers and pulled me back into the present. The elevator beeped, the doors opened and we were off to see the wizard. Such a stupid thing to do, but so much fun. This man seemed to be able to spot each of our hidden, personal feelings and overcome them with his antics and stupid stories. Everybody brightened up in his presence. From Sam & me to Joey and the squad and Mr. Johnson. And all the staff. He was yelling down the counter at the cashier, asking if this food had been sprayed for pests since it had been out for over a week. But he went on piling it on his plate, pointing at some meatballs and telling Sam to try the eyeballs because he knew they were fresh since he'd taken them out yesterday. Once again, he insisted on paying and once again the cashier told him to get away from her, laughing as she did so. He looked around, muttered "I should have made a reservation" and spotted an empty table. We sat down and took the food off our trays. Sam was just about to take the trays when the cashier came over and picked them up. She had a smile on her face that indicated she was interested if he was. He either didn't notice or he didn't care. He was asking Sam if she'd performed any more miracles while he wasn't looking. Poor Sam. He frustrated the hell out of her and she kept trying to explain they weren't miracles but he kept insisting they were. I think she was resigned to it but put up a token resistance, trying to change his mind. Her father had about as much of a relationship with her as my husband did with my kids. He hardly noticed her and when he did, she was his "little girl." I think that's why she hated being called that so much. Yet Jeff was not only able to get away with it, she seemed to enjoy it when he said it. I asked Jeff what his plans were and he dropped the act. He told me he'd been hired seven months ago to straighten out the surgical department and other departments that directly supported surgery. He'd been promised that if there was enough improvement he would be up for promotion. He'd be over both Surgery and Emergency. I asked him how that was going. "It's like trying to move a car out of the mud by yourself. I'm getting no cooperation. These doctors have done things the same way for years and insist on doing them that way forever. I swear, we'd still be using leeches if they had their way. The only way I was able to save Wes's legs was by promising the administrator that Life Magazine would be interested in us doing leg surgery and a kidney removal and transplant all at the same time. We had two photographers up in the observation area above the room. I actually had to spend 10 minutes convincing one of them he couldn't be in the operating room because of the risk of infection." "It doesn't sound like head of Surgery is such a prize." "No, it doesn't, does it? I'll tell you, there are times I'm ready to just say 'the hell with it' and do surgery. That's my life. When I can get in there and fix something wrong with a person or actually save his life, that's what I live for. But I know what this hospital could do if the doctors cared more for the patients than their own backsides. So, I guess I'm obligated to do something about it." "Well, I'm glad you're here for my children. I'm confident that they couldn't be in any better hands." "You're welcome. I'm glad I could be here. And not just for your kids." I wasn't ready for the conversation I knew was coming. I had to take a good look at myself before we had it. My thoughts were interrupted when my next door neighbor came up to the table. "Hi, Kathy!" "Mom! What are you doing here?" "I got a call from a Dr. Bradley. He said he wanted me to take you home and have you take a shower." "I sure did. The other patients are starting to complain about the stink." Sam fought it until Jeff reminded her she was under the visiting age and would ban her from going further into the hospital than the main lobby if she didn't go home. She'd been running herself ragged and she needed to take a couple of hours off and relax. Kathy continued. "Come on, Sam. It's noon. Let me take you home, get you showered and you can pick up anything I forgot and bring it back. I swear I'll have you back by 2:00 when regular visiting hours start." "I guess there's not much I can do about it with both of you ganging up on me. Can I at least go up to the room and take some clothes home to wash while I'm there?" "Please. I've had complaints about that, too. Five minutes. And no miracles." Sam kissed him on the cheek and ran out of the cafeteria. Jeff introduced himself to Kathy and asked if she wanted some coffee. She was going to get it and he told her to sit down, found out how she took it and yelled across the room to the cashier "Wench. A cup of coffee with cream in it. Stat." The cashier started to move when Nancy, the candy striper who'd taken Les up to her room said "I'll get it." She went to the coffee pot and made sure it was made just right, then brought it over to the table. She was ready to put it down in front of Jeff when he smiled and her and said "Thank you Nancy, but it's for this lovely lady over here." Nancy looked like somebody gave her a million dollars when he said her name and Kathy looked embarrassed when he called her pretty lady. Nancy stood around nervously. She wanted to be there but didn't really have an excuse to be. Jeff must have sensed what was going on. "You know, Nancy, I don't know exactly how the candy stripers fit into the whole scheme of things here at Grossmont. Would you be interested in going over it with me and maybe making a few suggestions of how we could improve things? Say around 3:30 in my office?" I think she came. She was able to nod her head before she blindly took off. I don't know if she lost her appetite or forgot what she was doing there. She left the cafeteria. Jeff looked at Kathy. "It's hard to believe that two such beautiful women could live in the same neighborhood. I wonder if there's something in the water." Kathy turned red. And speechless. I helped her out. "Don't listen to him. He's always pulling something. I'm pretty sure he's harmless." "Not harmless, Madam. Afraid. I've heard stories about you." Sam ran up to the table, out of breath, holding an armful of clothes. "OK, Mom. I'm ready. Let's go. I want to make sure I'm back before 2 so I get a chair." Kathy didn't want to go but she stood up. Jeff stood up as well, bowed, took her hand in his and kissed it. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Dear Lady." She turned a deeper shade of red. Sam said "Don't let him bother you Mom. That's just the way he is." Jeff leaned into her to kiss her on the cheek but Sam turned around so her got her right on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his head and continued the kiss. It was fun to see Jeff squirming for a change. She waved as she and Kathy left. Jeff sat down at the table. This was the first time we'd been alone since I got the phone call from my husband. "Jeff, I'm not ready to talk about us, yet." "Shhh. You and I have two children who need to get better. And you have a life to straighten out. Until you do, there can't be any us." "But will you be there when I'm ready?" "I can't promise that, as much as I'd like to right now. You need to handle the present before we can talk about any future we may or may not have. I'm not going to sneak around behind a husband's back, no matter what he's done to you." As much as I wanted him, I admired him for his integrity. Something I would have been able to say I had until last weekend. Or maybe not. Is it integrity to stay with a man you know has been cheating on you and will continue to do so forever? Well, I'd done a good job of breaking any mood we may have been in. Jeff's joking around wouldn't be right and neither of us was in a position to talk about what was foremost in my mind. I could only hope he felt the same way about me. As he said, it was unfair of me to expect any commitment from him while I was still married. God, what a fool I've been. I don't know if getting a divorce years ago when I found out would have done anything to change the present but at least I might have had more pride in myself. Right now I felt like a stupid woman. God, I wanted him so much. "We should be going. I need to check on some other patients. And the kids have probably messed up the sheets by now. You should think about taking some time out for yourself, too." I laughed half heartedly. "Jeff. I know there can't be anything between us until I straighten out my life. And I respect that even though I don't want to have to wait that long. But I don't want to lose you as a friend. I wouldn't have made it the past couple of days if it wasn't for you. And I know the same is true with Sam. And my kids need their doctor." "Your kids will never be without their doctor if I have anything to do about it. We'll see what happens with you and Sam. Damn it, Sue. You don't know how much it takes for me not to take you in my arms and make love to you. I feel like just running away somewhere with you. But we both have responsibilities. I can't desert your kids and my other patients. And I can't make love to a married woman. And I honestly don't know if I can be around a woman I'm hopelessly, head over heels in love with and not be able to do anything about it. And unfortunately, Sam reminds me of you every time I see her." I couldn't take it. Fourteen years of pent up emotion were too much to contain anymore. The tears started coming and I couldn't hold them back. I felt like a fool crying in the middle of the cafeteria but I couldn't stop it. I was surprised when Nancy came over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. I let her pick me up and guide me to the ladies lounge. ------- Chapter 43 Sam's Story The ride home was interesting. Mom was asking all the right questions but it was as if she was doing it just to do it, not to really get the answers. I'd be telling her something about the surgery or Dr Jeff and she would ask another question as if I was done speaking. We pulled up in the driveway and there was Joey playing catch with Jaz. God. I totally forgot about Jaz. He ran up to me and said "Hi, Sam. Have you seen my Mom?" So innocent. I looked at my mother in question and she kind of shook her head. I got down on my knee and hugged him to me. "Yeah, Jaz. I just got back from being with your Mom, and Wes and Les." "Wow. They've been gone a long time. Are they coming home soon?" I took him by the hand and led him to our front stoop. I sat on the top step and had him sit in my lap. "Jaz? Do you know where everybody's been the last couple of days?" "Uh, Uh." "Your father has been away on business." (Yeah, monkey business.) "And Wes was taken to the hospital. Do you know what the hospital is?" "Yeah. It's where they take you when you're going to die." He was starting to cry. I hugged him close. "Shh. That's true. Some people get real sick and they go to the hospital and they die there. Did you know you went to the hospital once?" "No. Did I?" "Yep. When you were born. Your Mom was real fat cuz you were inside her belly. And she went to the hospital and then you came out. We were all there and your mom was so proud of you, lying in her bed in the hospital, resting and holding you. And we all thought you were a beautiful baby and a few days later both you and your Mom came home. Have you ever seen anyone with a broken arm?" "Yeah, they put this hard white thing on it and everybody writes on it." "That's right. It's called a cast. And most of the time, they do that in the hospital." "So is Wes going to have a baby?" "No, Honey. He did a very bad thing yesterday. You know how we always tell you to look both ways and not run into the street?" "Yeah. I always look both ways, then look once more." "Well, that's what you should do. Wes was talking to Les yesterday and he forgot. He just walked right into the street. And he got hit by a car." "Wow. Does he have a cast?" "He has three of them. He has one on each leg and another that goes all the way from right below his chin down to just below his stomach and comes all the way around the back except for a hole right here." I showed where his kidneys were. "Boy. He must really be fucked up." "Where did you get language like that?" "From Wes. And Joey." "Well, I guess it's about as accurate as you can be. Yeah, Wes is really fucked up. But you can't keep calling it that or you're going to get in trouble. Just say he's really sick, OK?" "OK." "Remember when you had the measles?? "Yeah. I had to stay home from school and everything." "Remember how all you wanted to do was sleep?" "Yeah. I spent all day in bed. And Mom would bring me juice and rub my head and stuff." Right. Well, when we get sick or hurt, our bodies need to rest so they can heal themselves. Just like you wanted to sleep all the time, Wes has been sleeping since he got hit by the car. His body hurts a lot more than yours when you had the measles. So he's in what they call a coma. He's in a real deep sleep where you can't wake him up and he can't hear anything and he's busy fixing up his body. And when it's fixed enough he'll wake up." "Wow. So I could tickle him and stuff and he wouldn't do anything?" "Maybe. But if I know Wes, he'd wake up just to tickle you back. And then he wouldn't get well. We don't want that, do we?" "No." "OK. Do you understand everything so far?" "Yep." "Good. So, Wes has one other thing wrong. When he got hit by the car, he got hit right in the back where I showed you the hole in the cast. Remember?" "Uh Huh." "OK. There are two parts inside your body called kidneys." "What do you mean, parts?" "Did you ever see all the little red pieces when your Mom opens up a chicken for dinner?" "Yeah. Sometimes she cooks some of them." "Well, those pieces are called body parts or organs. Each one does something special. Here." I took his hand and put in on my heart. "Feel that?" "Yeah." "What's it doing?" "Going thump, thump, thump." "Good. Do you know what that is?" "Uh, Uh." "It's my heart. It's an organ or a body part. It beats like that to push blood all through my body. And the blood has stuff in it from this." I tickled his stomach and he giggled. "When you eat, all the food goes down into your tummy. It's another organ. It wasn't a total waste. takes all the food and makes it really small, so small you can't even see it. And that food goes in your blood and gets sent all over the body by your heart. And different parts of the body look at the blood and this part may say 'Wow, I like Cheerios' and take some. And another part might like steak and another might like broccoli." "Yucch." "That's why you have to eat everything your Mom gives you. You never know what your body might like. Anyway, there's always stuff that nobody likes. And if it stayed in the blood, it would keep adding up and adding up until there wouldn't be room in the blood for anything else. Kind of like a trash can. I needs to be emptied. You see?" "Yeah. Maybe the broccoli's trash." "I don't think, so. Anyway, your body has a couple of garbage men called the kidneys. And they're right back here, one on each side. You can get by with one kidney, but they have two, just in case one gets lazy or wants to take the day off or something. So, the blood goes through the kidneys, and they pick up all the garbage and they store it. So you end up with nice clean blood with only good stuff in it. And the kidneys throw out the trash every time you pee or poop. Most of that stuff is trash. Understand?" "Wow. I guess that's why I'm sposed to wash my hands after I go." "Right. So Wes got hit by the car. And it broke both his kidneys." "So does he get casts on them, too?" "No, Jaz. They had to take them out and throw them away. It was hurting his body to keep them in." "But he only has two kidneys. Who's going to be his garbage man." "Your brother is a very lucky boy. Not everybody's kidneys work with everybody else's. It's like trying to put an arm from your Godzilla onto one of my old Barbies. It won't work. So anyway, we found somebody who loves Wes bunches and bunches and has kidneys that match his and she gave him one of hers. That was your sister, Les. So now Les has one kidney and Wes has one kidney. And they are both in the hospital. And your Mom's right there with them, like she was with you when you had the measles. And she'll wipe their foreheads and rub their hair and make sure the sheets are just right and give them a drink if they want one." "Is Les asleep?" "She was when I left. But she's not in a coma like Wes. They had to do an operation on her, just like they did with Wes. They gave her some medicine to make her sleep, then they cut a hole in her back and took out one of her kidneys, then the put the kidney in Wes's back. And they sewed both of them back up, just like your Mom does with the Turkey at Thanksgiving. So, they gave her more medicine to make her sleep. I don't know when she'll wake up from the medicine, but she'll probably want to go right back to sleep." "Can I see them?" "I think it would be a good idea. The only problem is you're supposed to be 16 to visit anyone in the hospital." "But you're not 16." "I know. The doctor who operated on your brother and sister is a good friend of mine. I think I can talk to him and he'll let you visit. Your Mom will be awake, but your brother and sister will probably be asleep. No shouting or running around or tickling. OK?" "OK." "Have you eaten lunch yet?" "Nope." "OK. Let's get you some food." We went in to the kitchen. It was 1:30 already. "Well, Mom. Looks like I'm going to be late. But somebody had to let Jaz know what was going on." "I'm sorry, i just didn't know what to say." "It's done. I need you to feed him while I take a shower. He should get some clean clothes on, too. We need to take him to the hospital with us." "Oh, they wouldn't let him..." "Let we worry about that. The worst thing that could happen is he gets to see his mother for the first time in two days down in the lobby. But I think I can pull a few strings and get him in the room. And if I do, you need to put in an appearance, too." "Oh, I don't know, Honey. You know I just don't like hospitals." "Knock off the crap, Mom. You owe the family next door. The least you can do is go up to the room for five minutes." "Well, if you say so." "And Mom? We need to work out a way to get me on birth control pills." I didn't wait for her reaction. I went upstairs and took my shower. And I hardly cried as I looked out my window at Wes and Les's bedroom windows. I went to grab my toothbrush and figured what the hell, I took a cosmetics bag with some makeup, my lotion and some other essentials. I also put in my Colgate. Mom was just bringing Jaz in the house when I came down the stairs. His hair was wet and combed just the way he hates it and he had clean clothes on. I whispered in his ear "Sorry, but it'll be worth it to see your Mom." He smiled and nodded his head. We got in the car and Mom drove us to the hospital. She didn't say anything, but she gave me a couple of strange looks. I wasn't usually as forceful as I'd been earlier. We got to the hospital and I took Jaz by the hand. Mom was hesitating so I took her hand, too. We went right up to the elevator and I told Jaz to push the up button. Once we were inside I told him which floor and he pushed it right away. Smart kid. We headed down toward the room. We were going past the nurse's station when I heard "Excuse me. You can't take that child in there." Mom hung her head and said "I'm sorry", then went to take Jaz from me. I said to Jaz "I need you to wait on that bench for a few minutes while I take care of this. OK?" He nodded. "Mom. Sit down over there and take care of him." I went down the hall to the kids' room. There was Dr Jeff. "Dr Bradley. I need to talk to you out here." His head snapped towards me when I said his name. "Yes Ma'am." He came out into the hall. I took his hand. "Come with me." "Yes, Ma'am." I walked down to the bench. "You've already met my mother." He took her hand and kissed it. "Madam." Mom turned red. "This is Jaz. He's Wes & Les's brother. He wants to see his brother and sister. And his mother." "This sounds suspiciously like a miracle to me. I don't even know if I should let you in. Did you shower? Did you get behind your ears?" He pulled my hair back, checking behind my ear. "Come on. He's been alone for two days. He needs to see them." "I see." He got down on his knees. "So Jaz. Do you know why your brother and sister are in here?" "Wes got hit by a car cuz he didn't look both ways. He's got a cast on both legs and a big one all over his front and his back except where there's a hole. The hole's cuz they took out some broken things that are like garbage men. And Les gave him one of hers so they took one out of her back. But they're both sleeping so I can't tickle them or make noise or anything. And mom's rubbing their head and fixing the sheets and giving them drinks if they need it." "Jaz, you come talk to me in another 20 years if you want a job. I can think of three doctors I have working here that you could replace. I see no problem with you visiting your brother and sister. And you get to see your Mom, too. As for you young lady, this looks suspiciously like a miracle to me. If you keep this up we're going have to either hire you and do a big spread for Life Magazine or ban from ever darkening our doors again." "Or you could just accept that I'm going to perform miracles when I feel like it and thank me for making your job easier." "Gee, I never thought of that. Do you think people would still respect me?" "I'm sure they would." "You're really something special, Little Girl." "I know." He took my hand, then leaned over near Jaz. "Do you know the song from the Wizard of Oz? Off to See the Wizard?" "Yeah." He took Jaz's hand. "Well, come on, then. Kathy. Get off that bench and take his other hand." We proceeded down the hall singing, "We're off to See the Wizard..." ------- Chapter 44 Sue's Story Nancy had guided me to the ladies room where I cried my heart out for a good ten minutes. I don't know what was wrong with me lately. I used to be able to control my emotions. Now I couldn't keep myself from bawling. The first time because I was happy, now because I finally realized how badly I'd messed up my life. Nancy just stood there the whole time, letting me cry on her uniform as she held on and patted me on the back. I had to admire her. It was obvious she had a major crush on Jeff. And she had to know there was more between Jeff and me than there normally was with a doctor and a patient's mother. "Nancy?" "Yes?" "I know you care about Dr. Bradley. And I'm sure you know he and I care about each other. I don't understand why you came right over and helped me when I started crying." "Because you needed help. That's why I've got this uniform. I like to help people." "Oh, Nancy, forgive me. Here I am trying to assign some kind of evil motives to you where there aren't any. You're so sweet." "I may be sweet and innocent but that doesn't mean I let people walk all over me. If I thought I had any chance with Dr Bradley I'd give you a run for your money. But I'm a 17 year old junior in high school. Dr Bradley has been a doctor since he was my age. He's ten years older than I am. Am I excited about being able to meet with him and maybe make things better for this hospital or the candy stripers? You'd better believe it. Do I think I can seduce him into marrying me when me meet this afternoon? Give me a break. You needed some help and I gave it to you. Just like I would anybody else. Now, are you OK?" "Yes, Nancy, I think I'll be fine. Thank you for helping me." She said "My pleasure" as she walked out the door. I guess her little talk was just what I needed to get my mind off my own problems. I sniffed and got some Kleenex out of my purse. Five minutes in front of the mirror and I was as good as new. At least on the outside. I made my way to the elevators and up to the kid's room. It was about 5 minutes till 2 when I went in. A nurse was checking the IV bottles. We said hello to each other and I sat down. She left after a couple of minutes and I made sure the sheets were smoothed out. I felt bad about Wes being exposed like he was, but there wasn't much I could do about it. He had to keep off the stitches and his back had to be immobilized. Jeff came in about 5 after 2. "Are you feeling better?" "Yes, thank you." "That's good. Please wait outside for a few minutes. I have to check the kids' stitches. You can wait on the couch over near the nurses station." I made it to the couch without crying. I didn't know if I could handle this. He was totally professional, not the Jeff I'd come to know and love. Jeff came out about 10 minutes later. He asked me to go into the room with him. "Both of your children are doing fine. The stitches look good for each of them. Wes is still in his coma. Les will probably be asleep for another 3 or 4 hours. I'll be around in case she needs more pain medicine. If anything happens with Wes, I need you to tell one of the nurses immediately. I don't expect anything to happen until he's healed a lot more, but you never know. And if Les wakes up early, please tell one of the nurses." Just then I heard Sam at the door. "Dr Bradley. I need to talk to you out here." He looked glad to have an excuse to get out of the room. I started to check the sheets and stopped. What was I doing? They were both asleep. There was no problem with the sheets. You've got more important things to fix. I heard them singing that stupid "Off to See the Wizard" song. I wished I was with them. Wait, there was a voice I didn't recognize. It sort of sounded like..." "Mom." Jaz came in the room, running up to me with his arms out. I scooped him up and held him tight. Oh, my baby. I'd almost forgotten about him for the past couple of days. I hadn't even asked Kathy how he was when she was in at lunchtime. After a minute he struggled to get out. And he went over to Sam and grabbed her by the hand. They walked over between the beds and turned towards Wes. "Wow. There's the cast with the hole in it, just like you said. What are those things coming out of it?" "They're holding him up. You see the bandages inside the hole?" "Yeah." "Those are over where they had to sew him up. And he can't lie on them till he heals some. And his back hurts so they can't keep turning him over." "Oh. I see. He's still in that special sleep, right?" "Right." They turned around to look at Les. She was sleeping on her stomach and was covered up. "Does she have any casts like Wes?" "No. but she has some stitches like he does. Only she doesn't have as many because they only took one kidney out. Wes had two taken out." Jaz went up to the head of the bed. Les was turned so her face was looking toward him. He went over to Jeff. "Doctor? Would it be OK if I kissed my sister?" "It would be very OK, Jaz. Just be gentle." He went back to the head of the bed and gently moved the hair out of her face. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Jeff went over and put his hand on Jaz's shoulder. "OK, Jaz. I need to meet with you, your Mom and Sam at the couch in the hallway." We all went out into the hallway. The three of us sat down with Jeff on his knee in front of Jaz. "Jaz, I'm real proud of the way you were in there. You did a real good job." "Thanks. Sam told me not to run or yell or anything." "Well, like I said, you did good. And if I had my way, I'd let you spend as much time as you want. But I have bosses and they have bosses and the rules say you aren't allowed in the room. But I'll make a deal with you. If you promise to behave the way you did just now, you can come by every day to check up on your brother and sister. I can only let you stay for five minutes and I need to be in the room with you, but I'll be glad to do that." "I promise." "That's good enough for me. If you've got any questions your Mom or Sam can't answer, you ask for me. I'm Dr. Jeff. Let's shake on it." Jeff held out his hand. A very solemn Jaz put his hand out and they shook. Jeff stood up. "I need one of you ladies to give me some warning when he's coming in so I can make sure I'm here. I really am bending the rules, but he deserves to know that his brother and sister are doing OK. So, the question becomes, what do we do with him now?" Sam spoke up. "My Mom can take him back home. I'm sure she anxious to get out of here." Jeff took off. Sam went into the room and motioned Kathy to come out. Sam asked and Kathy agreed to pick Sam up around lunchtime each day and bring her and Jaz back at 2. Jaz could visit for a few minutes, then they'd go home. Jaz was starting to get nervous. I looked at him. "Ready to go, Big Boy?" He sniffed, then the tears came. "I wanta be with my Mom." I held on to him. "I know Baby. I'll tell you what. How about we go down to the cafeteria and get some ice cream?" "OK." "Sam, Kathy? You're welcome to join us." Kathy started to come when Sam grabbed her arm. "He needs to be with his Mom. We'll be fine up here." Kathy didn't look thrilled but she stayed. Jaz took my hand and led me down to the elevators. "Is it up or down?" "Huh? Oh. Down, Jaz. It's on the first floor." He pressed the down button. When the doors opened, he pulled me inside, then pushed the button for the first floor. We got downstairs and he pulled me out. He looked across the hallway and then pulled me down the hall toward the left. I suddenly realized I was mad at Sam for taking me away from Wes and Les and making me spend time with Jaz. She could see that my youngest child needed me. I was too wrapped up in my own problems to notice. There was a bench just ahead of us. "Jaz, let's sit down a minute." "Are you OK, Mommy?" "I'm fine, Jaz. I just want to talk a minute before we go in there. How did you know which buttons to press on the elevator?" "Well, one is smaller than three so we had to go down. That was simple, it was just an arrow pointing down. And when we got inside, it was all numbers so I just pressed the one." "How about which way to turn when we got down to this floor?" "There was a sign. It said caf teria and had an arrow." "How long have you been reading?" "I don't know. A long time. I read a lot with Billy and his mom." "How come you don't ask me to read with you, Jaz?" "Oh, you're busy. And you have to take care of Wes and Les. And I'm a mistake..." "What do you mean 'you're a mistake.' Where did you ever get an idea like that?" "From you. When you and Daddy were yelling one night in your room. I know you didn't really want me, Mommy." I scooped him up and pulled him into myself as tightly as I could. "Oh, Jaz. I'm sorry, oh, so sorry. You shouldn't have heard that. Sometimes when we get mad at somebody we just say things to hurt them. I never should have said that to your Daddy. And I never meant for you to hear that." "Am I a mistake, Mommy?" "No, Jaz. Never. You were a surprise, but so were Wes and Les. I've never loved you any less than either of them. You're my baby. I love you more than myself. Don't ever think I don't want you. I don't know what I'd do without you." "Mommy." "Yes, Baby." "You're hurting me." I hadn't realized how hard I was grabbing onto him. I relaxed my grip a bit. "Are you OK, Honey?" "Yes, Mommy. Mommy?" "What is it Baby?" "Are we still going to get ice cream?" "You bet. Let's go. We walked down the hall, then into and across the cafeteria to an ice cream dispenser they had set up near the coffee and soft drinks. Jaz was thrilled he got to pull the handle and serve himself. He had a cone that was piled dangerously high with both chocolate and vanilla. I got myself a small bowl of vanilla, an empty bowl to handle any spillover and coffee and a coke. We sat down and I got to know my son a little. He told me how he and Billy had gone skateboarding at school and that Billy had fallen and scraped his leg pretty badly on the asphalt. I found out that my son had seen some of the Olympics over at Billy's house and was practicing at school on the parallel bars, the rings and the uneven bars. He wanted to be a gymnast. He also told me that he wanted me to make broccoli as soon as I got back home because he was sure there were parts of his body that liked it and he'd been starving them because he didn't eat it. I discovered that I really liked this little boy. How could I call myself a mother when I hardly knew my own son? "Mommy?' "Yes, Dear." "I think I should go home soon. Aunt Kathy doesn't like hospitals." "OK, Jaz. Do you think you can get us back to the room?" I watched as my five year old son led me to the kids' room. Or at least to the hallway. Kathy was waiting on the couch by herself. She almost looked like she was in pain as she sat there. "Kathy. Thanks for letting me spend some time with Jaz." "Oh, you're welcome, Sue. I guess we're going to do this every day for a while." "I appreciate it. Hopefully it won't be too long. Les should be getting out this weekend and Wes should be home early next week." "Really. I thought it would take longer than that for them to recover." "Well, it will, but the doctor's convinced they can recover just as well at home as in an expensive hospital room." "He's probably right. OK, we're going to go. Jaz, say goodbye to your Mom." He came up to me and gave me a hug. "Bye, Mom. Don't worry. I love you too." I hugged him and watched them go down to the elevator. As I came up on the room, I could see Sam sitting down through the doorway. As I turned in, I was surprised to see my husband leaning over Les with his hand on her shoulder. He was talking as if she could hear him, telling her how proud he was of her. He started when he realized I'd come in the room. "Hi, Sue." "Hello, Jim." "Sam has been busy filling me in on how the kids are doing. It sounds like you've had a couple of crazy days." "I guess that's one way to put it." "Look, I'm sorry I didn't come by when they were in surgery. I didn't know." "No, I guess you didn't. It sounds like you've got another family to be part of and being part of this one has become an obligation." "Come on, Sue. That's not fair." "Really? Do you really want to be here now?" "Well, no. But it's because there's not much I can do." "So, you're all ready to come home as soon as the kids come home and help feed them and bathe them and clean up their bedpans until they're all better?" "You know I'm no good at any of that stuff." "And what are you good at, Jim?" "Sue, should we really be talking about this now? With Sam in the room? And who knows how much of this the kids can hear?" "As far as I'm concerned, Sam and the kids might as well know what a failure you are as a father. Really, at anything that takes commitment. You go back to your little friend. Because you're not welcome at my home anymore. And like I said on the phone, we can either talk it out between us or with lawyers. But you are not going to just take off and act as if we never existed. You are going to make sure I have a car and the kids have their home and I get an allowance until I remarry and the kids get child support until they are old enough to be on their own. If you want to spend the money to get us each a lawyer, feel free, but you're going to take care of your responsibilities either way." "OK, I see what I can work out. We can get together and talk it over after the kids are out of the hospital." "That's fine with me." "Alright. I've done what I came here for. I'm sorry it happened but I'm glad they're both doing as well as they are. Call me at work when things settle down enough to sit down and talk." "I'll do that." He walked out of the door, soon to be out of my life. I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Sam had stood up and put her hand on my arm. "I'm proud of you." "Thank you, Sam. You know, I'm pretty proud of myself." We didn't have time to go on. Six cheerleaders, Joey and an older boy I'd never met came in the room. ------- Chapter 45 Sam's Story I was impressed with the way Sue put Jim in his place. I would have bet she'd wimp out when it came time to face him. But she stood right there and let him have it between the eyes. I told her I was proud of her and she told me she was proud of herself. The next thing I knew, most of the squad came into the room. Joey and an older boy I'd never seen came in with them. They said hi to both of us and then everyone started asking questions about Wes and Les. "Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Come on guys, out in the hall." We all piled out the door. I walked down the hallway a bit and stood in front of an empty wall. They gathered around. "Wes and Les are both doing better than anyone could hope for but they're still in the hospital. They need quiet. I know you're all anxious to know how they're doing, but they don't need a lot of noise. Wes is still in his coma. His doctor is convinced that Wes is in what he calls a healing coma. He's using all his energy to heal himself. The last thing he needs is to be disturbed. "Les is healing well and should wake up in a few hours. She was heavily drugged and she's coming out of it. She may be given more drugs if she's in pain or she may not. She's going to be stuck on her stomach for a while." Joey spoke up. "Are you telling us to leave?" "No. Not at all. It was starting to get loud in there. I just wanted to stop it before it got too loud. We'll have to see how it works. You can all come in now but we may have to visit in smaller groups." Darcy interrupted her. "Before we go in there, I need to introduce you all to my brother, Bill." She looked at her brother and smiled. "We don't have any secrets here, Honey." Bill took my hand. "I hear I owe you some thanks." "Not as much as Wes and Les, but I was glad to do whatever I could. We all care a lot about Darcy." We made our way back into the room. Joey was holding on to Vicky's hand. He went up to Wes and put his hand on the cast where it covered his shoulder. "Thanks a lot buddy." Bill was right behind him, his arm around Darcy who looked happy enough to burst. "Get better quick, Wes. I owe you big time." They turned around and faced Les. "You too, Honey." Joey was hugging Sue, thanking her for forcing him to get with Vicky. He seemed to have matured five years overnight. I guess we'd all grown up in the last week. Everyone settled down. I grabbed Sue's hand. "Come out in the hall with me." We went outside. "Mom, you've been running yourself ragged since lunch yesterday. I know I fought Doctor Bradley when he made me go home and take a shower, but it was exactly what I needed. Les is due to wake up in another 2 or 3 hours and I know you won't want to leave her after she wakes up. Why don't you go home and clean up and relax a little and then come back so you can be refreshed when she wakes up? I'll call you right away if anything happens." "You're right, Sam. It's been tough with the accident and surgery and everything else. But you make sure you call me if anything happens." She went back in the room and told everyone she was going home to shower and she'd be back soon. Of course everyone had to hug her. She even got a kiss on the cheek from Vicky. The room had two chairs for visitors. Each had two girls in it. Bill and Joey were sat on the bed, each with a girl in his lap. There was room on the bed, so I sat down next to Bill. "So Bill. Darcy said you're going into the army in a couple of weeks. How does that work?" "I'm actually reporting to a base in Georgia 12 days from now on Tuesday. I'll be in basic training for six weeks, then I'll get my assignment. It isn't guaranteed I'll go to Viet Nam, but it's pretty sure that's where I'll end up. They usually give a guy a 48 hour leave before he has to report for duty. Depending on where I have to report, I may be able to come home before I ship out." I looked at Darcy. "Have you guys used up Wes's present yet?" "We've decided not to use them. If Bill can go overseas and put his life on the line for me, the least I can do is send my warrior off with his baby in my belly." Well, that got the discussion going. Some thought it was a bad move on Darcy's part, others thought it was the most romantic thing they'd ever heard. We all knew Darcy wasn't the first woman with that idea and wouldn't be the last. Dr Bradley came in the door, stopped and counted the number of people in the room, pointing at each of us as he did so. "I'm afraid we've exceeded the capacity of this room. I suggest we throw these two in the beds out. They don't seem to be contributing to the conversation at all." He came over to the bed and motioned Joey up towards the head of the bed. Poor Vicky almost fell off his lap. He sat down, partially on me, making me move closer to Bill and Darcy. He looked at me. "You know nurse Williams out there at the desk? The one who hates everybody? Well she tells me that you are all behaving and she can't find any reason to make you leave. It's driving the poor woman crazy. Couldn't you shout, or tell jokes and laugh or something so she has a reason to throw you out the door, never to darken her path again?" "Fraid not. We're going to behave perfectly whether it kills her or not. We all care too much for these two to make it any tougher on them than it already is." "Samantha, you never cease to amaze me. If I was just half my age I'd be just about right for you. Of course, I'd probably be too shy to do anything about it and you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me because you're so in love with Wes, but at least I'd be able to look at you and drool without anybody making any comments about me." "Why Dr Bradley, I do believe that's the nicest thing you ever said to me." "It beats asking you if you wanted to bend over the sink and do it, huh?" "Just barely." "OK. I'm beginning to see how you think." He stood up. "Well. I hate to throw all you people out in the street, but I need about 15 minutes in here alone so it looks like I'm doing my job. I heartily recommend the food in the cafeteria if you need something to eat or drink." We piled out. A couple of girls stopped by the desk to say hi to Mrs. Williams. When we got down to the first floor, the girls wanted to go home. I thanked them for coming and they all said they'd try to stop by tomorrow. Joey and Vicky and Darcy and Bill said they wanted to stay. I started to tell them it wasn't necessary. Bill put his hand on my shoulder. "You don't understand. We said we want to stay." "OK. Do you want to get something from the cafeteria?" "Sure." We went in. I actually missed out on lunch and was pretty hungry. I was having a hard time deciding when the lady at the cash register asked if I'd like a grilled cheese sandwich. "That's exactly what I'd like. I haven't had one of those in years." Everyone got their food and sat down at a big table. The grilled cheese was great. I hadn't had one in years. I had a coke to go with it. Joey and Vicky were staring in each others' eyes, feeding pieces of their sandwiches to each other. Joey would put something in her mouth, she'd chew a bit then make a kissing motion with her lips, then she'd feed him and he'd do the same thing. "You guys keep that up and someone's going to get sick." They both looked over at me. "What?" "Never mind. Go back to what you're doing." Bill went over to get a cup of coffee and noticed they had ice cream. He came back with two cones. Of course, Vicky and Joey had to have ice cream. It sounded like fun so I got some. Darcy whispered something in Vicky's ear. The next thing I knew the boys both had ice cream on their noses. I guess that was a declaration of war. Each of them was pushing his cone at the other and all four of them were totally covered in ice cream before you knew it. I kept my eyes open, ready to get out of the way but it was a boyfriend - girlfriend thing. The ice cream war was soon over. They took turns wiping each other off with napkins but it didn't do a very good job. I gave them directions to the rest rooms. By the time we got back upstairs 45 minutes had gone by. The couples each grabbed a chair as I checked out my two loves. No change except for some fresh bandages I saw on Wes. I didn't look under the blanket at Les. I went over and sat on the bed. Joey had his arms around Vicky. She was holding his hands in hers. He'd whisper something in her ear, she'd bend over and whisper back and they'd kiss between whispers. Darcy was sat on Bill's lap and his hands were resting in her lap. They'd occasionally say something to each other in a low voice, but most of their time was spent kissing each other. Damn it, Wes. Heal. I need you. Sue's Story My car was where I left it in the parking lot. I didn't realize it was taking up two spaces. When I pulled in, I wasn't thinking about putting it between the lines. God, was it really only yesterday that I saw my son go out to mow his lawns and my daughter follow him out to talk? That I watched over his mangled body while they got him into an ambulance? It seemed like a lifetime. I pulled into our driveway. Mrs. Crowley's Chevy was still parked on the street. My husband's car was right in front of it. I went into the house. I could hear him upstairs, opening and closing dresser drawers. I walked up the stairs. I walked through our bedroom door. "Hello, Jim." "Oh, Hi Sue. I figured I'd get some clothes while you were at the hospital. It looks like I'm not going to be around here much and I thought it would be less painful if nobody was around when I did this. We'd been married for 16 years and I had nothing to talk to him about. How had I let it go on this long? "Are you going to be much longer?" "No. This is the last load." "I'd like you to give me your key when you leave." He looked surprised, then reached into his pocket. He took out his keys, worked off the one to the front door and gave it to me. "Give me a call at work once the kids are settled down here at the house." I followed him downstairs and got a glass of milk from the kitchen. I heard Jim's car drive away and closed the front door. Back upstairs, I started the shower running while I got undressed. I adjusted the temperature and climbed in the shower. God, it felt good. It was only a day, but the hot water seemed to wash weeks of crap off me. My hair felt like it had been months. I got out of the shower and dried off. I felt like taking a nap but I knew I'd never wake up. I found a nice dress in the closet and put it on, then took care of my makeup. I was on the way out the front door when I saw Mrs. Crowley's car on the street. I came back in the house and gave her a call. "Hello." "Mrs. Crowley?" "Yes." "This is Susan Bond. I just called to tell you that both kids are out of intensive care and Les should be awake sometime later today." "I don't understand. Both kids? I ran into your son. What happened to your daughter?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess we didn't know when I talked to you yesterday. My son lost both his kidneys in the accident. Fortunately, his sister and he are compatible for organ transplants. She had a kidney removed last night and they immediately transplanted it into my son. They gave her some medicine to make her sleep. She should be coming out of it in an hour or two. Wesley is still in a coma but the doctor says he's doing very well." "I thought you said the problem was with his legs." "He has pins in both legs and they have casts on them. He also has a body cast because his back was broken in the accident." "Oh, my goodness. I didn't think I was going fast enough to do that much damage. I feel terrible." "It wasn't your fault. Don't worry your head about it. I just wanted to let you know how everyone is. I came home to take a shower. I've got to get back." "OK. Maybe we'll stop by the hospital later." "That would be nice. But don't be surprised if the kids are both asleep." "Alright dear. Thank you for calling. Is there anything I can do for you?" "No, Mrs. Crowley, I'm fine. Goodbye." I hung up the phone, put my glass in the sink and went out to my car. This time I took care to park in one space. I took the elevator up to the third floor, turned right and walked down to the room. I walked into the room just in time to hear my daughter. "Mom. Mom. Where are you?" ------- Chapter 46 Sue's Story It was Tuesday, around five in the afternoon. When Jeff had first said there was no reason both kids couldn't recuperate at home, I'd been thrilled. Somehow I'd gotten the idea that they wouldn't be as sick or as helpless if they were home in their own beds, instead of the sterile hospital room. Les had been released Saturday afternoon. Maybe relocated is a better word. She was brought from the hospital to our house in an ambulance. They carried her upstairs in a stretcher and transferred her to the bed. She was in very good shape considering she'd had a kidney removed three days before. She was able to eat real food. Nothing solid, soups and jello and such, but she had quite an appetite. She was able to lie on her back but chose to keep a pillow under the side of the removed kidney to keep it off the bed. When I'd arrived at the hospital late Thursday afternoon, Les was calling out my name. I rushed over to the bed and held her hand. She smiled and then looked at her brother, lying in the bed across from her with his back to her. "Is Wes OK?" "He's fine, Honey. Your kidney's in him and he's busy healing himself." "OK, Mom. So tired." She sighed and closed her eyes. Sam had left the room as soon as I came in and she heard Les. She came back in with Jeff. Jeff looked at me. "False alarm?" "No, she woke up and asked about her brother. I told her he had her kidney and was healing. She told me she was tired and just went back to sleep." He opened an eyelid, then listened to her back with his stethoscope. "She'll be fine. Let the nurse know if she wakes up again." Les must have been really tired. She didn't stir until after eight on Friday morning. When she woke it was if there was nothing wrong with her. She was a little sore but mostly hungry and curious about what she'd missed. She had to take it easy with the food for a couple of meals but was enjoying a full bowl of soup, tea and jello for desert at dinner time. She was actually taking her first tentative steps after dinner, with me and Sam on either side of her. She decided that having a catheter and a bag was "gross." She wanted it taken out and Dr Bradley went along with her. When the time came, she didn't want to use the bed pan. Sam and I had to help her into the toilet. Poor baby. She screamed the first time. Dr Bradley gave her the option of putting up with the pain for a few more times or putting the catheter back in. She chose the pain. Sam and I did our best to fill her in on what was going on. Sam told her how I was throwing Jim out and coming on to Jeff. I wish she'd kept her mouth shut about that for a while, but it's too late now. So then I had to tell her everything, including how Jeff had backed off from getting close to me until I was totally free of Jim. And even then there wasn't any guaranty. She seemed genuinely happy to meet Bill when Darcy brought him in Saturday afternoon. He thanked her for all she did and kissed her on the cheek. When Joey came in with Vicky hanging all over him she didn't know what to say. She was thrilled for the two of them but the speed with which they'd latched onto each other amazed her. Jeff came into the room about 8 PM Thursday and asked me if he could buy me a cup of coffee. My heart sped up as I agreed to go down to the cafeteria with him. He told me that it looked good for Les to come home over the weekend. Wes would probably come home early in the week but they'd have to keep an eye on him the next few days. Then he told me about the meeting he had with Nancy, the candy striper that afternoon. Nancy was a lot more intelligent than anyone gave her credit for. Her genuine desire to help people was looked at as a weakness or a sign that she was mentally deficient in some way by some of the staff. He'd been pretty sure she was a lot more than a dumb high school girl. He asked her what her assessment of the hospital was and how she thought the candy stripers could fit into it and she laid out a whole plan. Her main concern with the hospital was that they had all these volunteers, anxious to help out any way they could and they were using overworked nurses to do things the candy stripers were perfectly capable of. Things like bathing the patients, emptying bedpans, changing bed linens and soiled hospital gowns. All these menial jobs could be done by one or two candy stripers, leaving the nurses free for other tasks. She even said they could change IV bottles once the IV had been inserted. Pushing wheelchairs was fine but they were capable of a lot more. My kids seemed to be Jeff's guinea pigs. He'd done multiple operations on Wes. This was unheard of away from the battlefield where they didn't have the luxury of operating on a patient, then letting him recover before a second operation. Now he was going to ship both of them home days or even weeks earlier than was standard. And he was proposing something else. He wanted to send Nancy over to the house to help out. A couple of hours at a time, 2 or 3 times a day. He would train her on changing dressings and what to look for, and changing IV bottles. She would also do the other things they'd discussed. He would still visit the kids but she would be his eyes and ears and alert him to anything that didn't look right. An advantage to me was that there wouldn't be any charge for Nancy's services. A nurse could cost over $100 a day, not all of it covered by insurance. I asked Jeff about his time and he laughed. "They'll be so glad I'm not looking over their shoulders they'll want to pay you for me to stop by a couple of times a day." Three days Les had been home. And I was exhausted. Nancy was a big help. I never would have made it without her. She came over Saturday and Sunday, just like they were regular days. I asked her when she was going to take a day off. Her answer was "She needs me." Still, she was only there 6 hours a day. That left 18 that I was the only person there. Sam would help out now that Wes was home, but she'd spent the whole weekend with him. Patiently waiting for a miracle to happen and Wes to wake up and see her. As a mother, I'd grown to count on both Wes and Les when I needed help. When Jaz was sick the last time, Les would be the first to volunteer to take juice or a bowl of soup up to him. She'd sit down and play Chutes and Ladders with him for hours to keep him occupied. Wes was the same way. A couple of times Jaz didn't make it to the toilet. Of course, I took care of Jaz first. By the time I got him cleaned up and back to bed, Wes was just finishing cleaning up the bathroom. With both of them sick, I had to do it all myself. Their father hadn't been around since the day I came home from the hospital, not that he would have been any help if he was around. Les was a healthy, 14 year old girl. Or had been till a few days ago. She was alert most of the time. She slept her own hours, so it was nothing for her to want a snack at 3 in the morning or need help to get to the bathroom at 5. I can't count the number of times I heard "I'm bored." As if I had the solution to boredom. At times I thought of her as royalty and myself as the court jester. The word finally got out that Wes was going to sleep all the time and Les was awake and willing to talk about anything, so the girls from the squad were in and out. I even got some help hanging clothes on the line one day. But, they usually manged to be around when it was mealtime. Any advantage I got from them taking care of Les was lost when I had to cook for 4 - 6 people. I was proud of her one day. The whole team was up there when Nancy arrived to change her dressing. Now, Nancy's not the most diplomatic person in the world. If she has a job to do, she does it. She just walked up to Les, put her hand on her forehead to check for fever, then said "You'll have to get out of here. I need to change her dressing. I guess this bent them out of shape. One of the girls mumbled "Bitch" to the others and Les heard it. She tore the offender a new one. Nancy was helping her out, she never noticed any of them offering to take her to the bathroom or wash her off or change her sheets or anything, all they did was come by and mooch food off her Mom, so she could just take back what she said and apologize to Nancy. She did. There were some pretty red faced girls when they came down the stairs to wait for Nancy to finish. And I got some help with the dishes that night. So now Wes was home. Still in a coma, still with casts on both legs and his back. The kickstands had been removed from his cast. He lay on his stomach. He was still being fed with an IV. He was on a catheter, so there was a bag that had to be emptied every few hours. Night and Day. Jeff and I sat down at the kitchen table and had a cup of coffee after Wes was settled in. They were amazed at how well he had healed from the surgery. It looked like there was absolutely no problem with his sister's kidney and he was healing on the inside and the outside ahead of schedule. I didn't realize it but it was almost standard for a body to go through some minor rejection trauma with any transplant, even from a twin. Wes had gone through a full set of x-rays and his legs were healing faster than normal. His back was improving more rapidly than had been hoped for as well. Jeff told me that the doctors and administrators were all patting themselves on the back. After he practically had to force them to let him do all the surgery at once. He had no doubt that Wes was doing well because of just that. Wes was doing well. The doctors didn't have a hell of a lot to do with it. Jeff assigned them the roles of carpenters and seamstresses. Wes was the one doing all the healing. You could tell if you looked at him. He lay on the bed on his stomach, his head turned out towards the room. His face was peaceful but there was a look of concentration there. Constantly. Once he got his body put back together he was going to need some time to recover from his recovery. Life magazine had sent a reporter and a photographer to the hospital. The surgery was going to be in the new issue coming out this week. They also did a follow-up article, following Wes around as he went to x-ray, got checked over, had the kickstands cut off and was sent home. They even took a couple of shots of him being taken out of the ambulance and wheeled into the house. Jeff told me that he had insisted they pay us for our story, so I should expect a check from Life Magazine in the near future. Sam came in the kitchen after going home to shower and change. She looked good. She gave both Jeff and me a kiss on the top of the head and said she was going upstairs to say hi to Les. Jeff started to get up to leave. I took hold of his arm, guiding him back to the seat. "Jeff. All we talk about is medical conditions. How are you doing?" "I'm fine, Sue." "No. You're not the crazy fool I fell in love with. You're clinical, professional, cold. Really. How are you doing?" "What do you want? Do you want me to tell you how I go home every night to an empty apartment and fight with my self all night so I don't pick up the phone and call you? How I can't get to sleep at night because every time I close my eyes I see you? How I get a pain in my gut every time I walk in this house and see you? How I see the open door to your room and dream of picking you up and carrying you in there and disappearing for a few days? Is that what you want to hear?" My heart was way up at the top of my throat. I wasn't making any noise but the tears were just streaming down my face. I grabbed Jeff's hand and pulled it to my face and held on to it. I heard some noise on the stairs. Sam ran into the kitchen. "Wes just moaned." We all ran up the stairs and into his room. ------- Chapter 47 Sam's Story Dr Bradley was examining Wes before Mom and I made it into the room. "He's still in a deep coma. It's not unusual for a patient in a coma to make involuntary noises. I'm glad you called me when you heard it. It could have been something else." Poor Wes. He looked like someone was playing a sick joke on him. A guy who thought nothing of running 10 or 12 miles in a track meet or jumping on a bike, riding 25 miles to the beach, swimming all day then riding back. Laying on his stomach, legs and torso enclosed in plaster, unable to open his eyes. He looked like he was in the middle of solving a complex math problem. Not like he didn't know how to solve it, but like he knew exactly what to do and was working his way through it, step by step. That kind of concentration, ignoring everything else in his environment. "Dr Bradley? Can I roll him over?" "I suppose you could if you had help. Why?" "He looks scruffy. I want to give him a haircut and a shave." "You should be able to do that but I want you to wait until Nancy is here. She knows how to maneuver his body and I've made her responsible for his hygiene. It may take all three of you with all the casts." I touched Wes's face. He seemed to relax a little. I don't know if it was real or my imagination. Dr Bradley was explaining Wes's condition to Les when I walked in. I hadn't even thought. She must have been going crazy having heard him when I did, then being stuck in her bed with no word from any of us till now. He was prodding her, listening to her, flashing lights in her eyes and ears as he talked. When he finished he asked if she had any questions. "When can I have some real food?" "Whenever you want. Have you had a bowel movement yet?" "No." "Well, do you remember the pain when you peed after we removed the catheter?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, this will be worse. Take it easy on the solid food. You can pretty much eat whatever you want, but do it in moderation. No heavy spices or sauces. If you have a hamburger, eat it without the ketchup. Just remember that everything you put in there is going to have to come out. I'd work up to it if I were you. Maybe some mashed potatoes with gravy. Or noodles or spaghetti with a white sauce or even one of those cream soups they have. A light salad would be OK but skip the dressing for a few days. As I said, eat whatever you want, but I'm not running over here just because you went overboard and you're paying the price in the bathroom." Les held out her arms to him and he bent over and kissed her on the cheek as she hugged him. "And another thing. You looking fat and scraggly. You need to start walking around. You can get up and down the stairs and out in the sun. Just take it easy. If you get tired outside and can't make it back upstairs right away, rest up on the couch for a couple of hours. And for God's sake, get Sam to take the hose out with you and wash that hair of yours." "Really? I can wash my hair? Oh, thank you Dr Bradley." She reached up for another hug. This time she kissed him on the mouth. Dr Bradley and Mom were hardly out the door when Les said "Quick. Get my bathing suit out of the second drawer of my dresser." She was turning over and sitting up at the same time so she ended up on her butt with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. She threw the bed covers out of her way and tore at her nightgown to get it off. "Damn, this is going to be good." She held the top over her tits while I fastened it. I worked the bottoms up the where her legs were on the bed, then lifted her up so she was standing so we could ease them up the rest of the way. She looked good. The main thing was her hair. That on her head needed to be washed. That on her legs and under her arms had grown wild since the surgery. A section of her back, maybe 6 inches by 6 inches was covered with tape to hold a 3 inch bandage in place. We headed across the hall into the bathroom. She was perfectly capable of moving herself, I was just there to steady her. We worked her bottoms down and she sat down to pee. "Get that apricot shampoo. Oh, and that conditioner in the tall white bottle. This is gonna be so good." I put them on the counter along with a hairbrush. I'd pick them up after I got her outside. The stairs didn't go quite as easily as Les anticipated. She ended up holding onto the banister with both hands and kind of sliding down while I walked backwards down the stairs, holding on to her waist in case she lost her balance. I got her out the kitchen door. There was a chaise lounge out in the sun. We headed over that way. "I've got to go in the house and get the shampoo, towels and some warm water. Do you want me to put you on your back or your stomach?" "On my stomach. Damn, this sun feels so good." We got her down and the first thing she did was reach back to undo her top. I helped her take it off, then headed back after making sure she was alright. The first thing I did was go to the kitchen and get her a tall glass of ice water. She was glad to get it. I stopped in the garage and found a plastic bucket we used for washing cars. They had a deep sink in the garage right next to the washer. I put the bucket in the sink, rinsed it out and filled it with warm water. Next I grabbed a big Tupperware container and a plastic pitcher from the kitchen and headed upstairs to the bathroom. Shampoo and conditioner. Shaving cream. A bag of disposable razors. A new bar of soap, a couple of washcloths and towels. I found a plastic shower cap and a roll of white medical tape and took them, too. I made sure one of the towels kept her from seeing inside the Tupperware as I took it out and set it down on the ground next to her butt. As far as she knew she was just getting her hair washed. After making sure she was still OK, I went into the garage and brought out the bucket. I had everything set up and was starting to inch Les forward when Daisy came through the gate to see what was going on. I put my hand in the water and splashed. "Ready for a bath, Daisy?" She took off through the gate. I finished moving Les forward so her chin was off the lounge. She could lean down and all her hair would be reachable. "Ready, Les?" "Oh, yeah." I pulled her hair up over the top of her head and filled the pitcher with warm water. I slowly poured water on her, working it into her hair with my other hand. Les was making purring noises while I did this. I used both hands to make sure her hair was completely wet, then used a little more water. I found the shampoo and poured some in my hand, rubbed my hands together and worked it into her hair. I repeated several times until her hair was covered. I worked it all in, making sure to massage her scalp. "Alright, that's as clean as it's going to get. Hang on while I rinse you off." I dipped the pitcher in the bucket and got as much soap out of her hair as I could Then I shampooed and washed it all over again. It took a lot less shampoo and my hands went through it easier now that it was cleaner. I rinsed off until I had to go back into the garage for more water. Once that was clean I got the conditioner and worked it in. "We'll just let that work its way in for a bit." "Uuhhhmmm." I took the bucket down near the Tupperware and soaked one of the washcloths. When I started washing her legs she groaned again. When she heard the shaving cream and then felt me rubbing it on her legs she said "Oh God. Thank you. Thank you." I shaved the backs of her calves, then had her bend her legs back while I shaved the fronts. She was more than willing to lift her arms so I could get her underarms. The water was pretty gross by now so I emptied it out and refilled the bucket. I rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and wrapped a towel around it. Les was rubbing it dry and I gave her the brush. "I'll be back." I got back with a full bucket and got her to lift up while I slid her bottoms off. I placed the shower cap over her bandages and taped it down tight. I filled the pitcher with water and started pouring it on her butt. "Spread your legs, Les." I poured water down one leg, then the other. "Damn, that feels good." I grabbed a clean washcloth and got it good and wet, then took the soap and lathered it up. I started with her butt and lathered her up good. I did everything I could reach from her waist down to her feet, including between her butt cheeks and her legs. When I was finished with both legs I picked up a foot and got it all over, washing each toe individually. When both feet were done I did the front of her calves and then rinsed off the soap with the pitcher and a clean washcloth. I got a cushion from a lawn chair and put it under her middle. Once I had it adjusted right the bandaged area was the high point and everything else was downhill. I'd just finished wetting Les's back and was starting to wash it with the soapy washcloth when Nancy came out the kitchen door. "What are you doing with my patient?" "She needed to be washed all over. We've been careful not to wet the stitches." I picked up one arm, soaped it fully, then worked on the hand, getting each finger in turn, then walked around and did the other arm. Nancy kept her attention on Les's butt and the area between her legs. "You can rinse her off if you want, Nancy." Nancy looked startled when I spoke. She looked down and said "Oh, OK." She poured water on Les and took care to wipe it all off with her other hand. When she was done I picked up the bucket. "Why don't you dry her off while I get more water for her front." She didn't take her eyes of Les, just held her hand out for the towel. I was back in a few minutes. Nancy was making very sure that Les's butt and pussy were totally dry. I put the bucket down. "Help me flip her over, Nancy." We got Les on her back. No doubt about it, Nancy was fascinated with Les's body. I showed her the pitcher, washcloth and soap and told her I'd done both arms and from the knees down. I took the towel Les had used on her hair and had her lift up so I could place it under her back to soak up any water that trickled down near the bandage. Nancy wet her chest and started with the washcloth. Les had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Nancy looked like she was in a trance and was taking a long time on her tits. "Looks like you're not the only one enjoying this, Les." Nancy pulled her arm away from Les as if it had been burned. Her face turned a bright red. Les opened her eyes and looked at Nancy. "God, I'm so embarrassed. Please don't tell Dr. Bradley. I don't want to lose my job." Les reached up and grabbed the hand with the washcloth and pulled it down to her breast. "There's no reason I have to be the only one to enjoy this. I don't have any reason to be afraid of you, do I?" "No. I'd never make you do anything against your will." "Well, then keep doing what you were doing. It felt wonderful." Nancy tentatively washed Les's breasts, then moved down. "Nancy. It feels like you're washing a car. Come on, put some feeling into it. Nobody's going to say anything." I took the pitcher and wet Les's thighs, then headed into the garage to get a refill. When I got back, Les was soapy all over her front. Nancy was making very sure she was clean between her legs. Once we got Les rinsed off I left Nancy in charge of drying her. I took the bucket into the garage, rinsed it out and put it away. Nancy asked if I could bring out her bag when I grabbed the rest of the stuff to take in. I put towels and washcloths in the hamper and everything else where it belonged. I picked up Nancy's bag and went outside. Les was laying on her back with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face. Nancy had given up all pretense of drying her and was rubbing her tits with the palm of her hand. Les's nipples were straight up. "Here's your bag, Nancy." She continued rubbing as she looked over at me. "Thanks, Sam. Are you OK with this?" "Hey, it doesn't bother me. Just like Les said, as long as you don't force yourself on anyone." "OK. Lets' get her over on her stomach so I can change the dressing." We got her over and Nancy became the professional. She took off the shower cap, then undid the rest of the bandage, cleaned it off with something she had in her bag, inspected the stitches and applied a new bandage. You never would have known she was working an inch and a half above Les's naked butt. We stood Les up on her feet. I held her while Nancy put her suit on. She kneeled behind Les as she pulled the bottoms up, kissing her once on the butt before covering it. We each took a side and led her into the house. Les wanted to sit on the couch for a while, so we led her over to it and helped her settle in with a couple of pillows behind her. Nancy asked Les if she'd like a massage and Les said Yes. I told Nancy I needed her and got Mom. We went upstairs and were able to get Wes out of bed and into his easy chair. They held him upright as I got a couple of belts out of his closet, tied them together and tied them around his chest and the chair. "I'm going to cut his hair and shave him. Later I may need some help washing him. Nancy, why don't you go downstairs and give Les her massage. And Mom, we'll watch everything. Why don't you take a nap for a couple of hours?" They each went their own way as I went into the bathroom to get my supplies to fix up Wes. ------- Chapter 48 Nancy's Story I've always taken things seriously. If I have something to do, I do it. That showed itself in the way I attacked school, my family chores and other obligations. I assumed others would want to be like me and would lecture them when they weren't. Too late, I found out most of them weren't like me. So I had very few friends. I was thirteen when I realized I liked girls more than boys. Boys were OK and I knew I'd have to get married someday and have children, but girls really did it for me. I made the mistake of asking one of the girls in P.E. if she ever felt that way and found out real quick that it wasn't a subject to discuss. That was another gap between me and all the girls my age. I'd been working at Grossmont as a candy striper for a little over a year. As with everything else, I took my work seriously. Some of the nurses talked to me. Most of the patients hardly noticed me. Sometimes and old lady who could never get anyone to listen to her would grab my arm and talk to me until I had to come up with an excuse to get out of there, but for the most part I was invisible. When Dr Bradley saw who I really was and wanted to meet with me to discuss how the candy stripers could contribute to the hospital, it was the closest thing to love I've ever experienced. I know it was just joy at finally being noticed by someone, but I acted like a lovesick kid when he talked to me. I soon realized what my feelings really were and was able to stand up and tell him what I thought was wrong with the hospital and how we could help. And he listened to me as an equal. Then he told me that he wanted to try an experiment with me and the Bond kids. If it worked, many of the things I wanted for the candy stripers would be much easier to implement. If not, it could mean my position and possibly his job. I told him I would do my best and he stood up, signifying the meeting was over. He took my hand and said "I know you will, Nancy," and then he kissed me on the cheek. I traveled with Les in the ambulance and helped get her set up in her own room on Saturday. I tried to be there a couple of hours in the morning, after lunch and through their dinner. On the late shift I took care of feeding Les and a bathroom trip. The afternoon session was mostly to check the wound to make sure it was healing properly and change the dressing. In the morning I'd get her to the bathroom, change her sheets and do anything else that needed to be done. Les is a beautiful girl. She's about three years younger than I am, but she's the perfect picture of a healthy female. She wore nightgowns that would normally come down to about mid-thigh. And no underwear. I'd move her onto her stomach when I changed her dressing. I'd just take the hem of the nightgown and move it up to her waist, out of the way. Now, mind you, I'd known how I felt about women for four years or so. I'd never acted on it since that time in P.E. It took every ounce of willpower I could muster to keep from fondling that beautiful butt. And it didn't get any easier as each day went by. If anything, it got harder to leave her alone. On Tuesday I changed my schedule. Dr Bradley had told me they were bringing Wes home around lunchtime and the ambulance crew would get him settled. There wasn't much for me to do, so I might as well come in the morning and then around 3 in the afternoon. I got there at 3 and Mrs. Bond told me that the girls were in the back yard. At first I was mad. What the hell were they doing out of bed? Sam told me Les needed to be washed and I just assumed it was doctor's orders. I found out later that he'd said she should get in the sun and wash her hair but thought the bath was a good idea when he heard about it. Once I got over being mad, I stood there and looked at Les. She was lying on her stomach. The only thing on her body was the bandage on her back. She was totally relaxed, her back covered in soap. Her butt was perfect, firm and round. Her legs were apart and I could see her sex between them. Her lips appeared to be slightly expanded but not fully stimulated. Sam brought me out of my reverie by telling me I could rinse her. I looked at the bucket of water and saw a pitcher floating in it. I filled it with water and gently poured it on her back, careful not to wet the bandage, cleaning off the water and soap with my free hand. I held her arms out one at a time and rinsed them thoroughly. The next thing I knew Sam was telling me to dry her off while she got more water. In all my time at the hospital, this was the first time I actually touched a patient. Oh, I might grab on to someone to help them get out of a wheelchair, but that was about it. Les would moan as I rubbed her back with the fluffy towel. Once that was done I dried her legs. And then I opened up the towel and laid it out over her butt and her legs. I used the edge of my hand and ran it between her butt cheeks and down between her legs. Slow, smooth, sensual. Funny, but it wasn't a sexual thing at all, just a sensual experience I'd never had before. I was mesmerized at the beauty just one layer of towel away from me. And Les seemed to enjoy it by the noises she was making. Sam came back and had me help flip Les on her back. Her breasts were beautiful, slightly flattened since she was on her back. Her pubic hair looked soft and fine, accenting her sex rather than hiding it. "Use the pitcher to wet her down. The washcloth and soap are over there. Her arms and her legs below the knees are done." I wet her torso and soaped up the washcloth. I'd scraped the soap and water off her back with a bare hand and I'd dried her with the towel. Neither had the sensual feeling of gliding the soapy washcloth over her. I did her whole chest, then worked all over her breasts. Rubbing up one side, feeling the bump of the extended nipple, flowing down the other side. Top to bottom, bottom to top over one breast. Or the roller coaster ride of going side to side - up and down one, then up and down the other. Les would make an occasional "Uuuhhhmmm" sound. Sam broke my reverie. "Looks like you're not the only one enjoying this, Les." Les opened her eyes and looked up at me questioningly. I yanked my arm back. My God, what had I been doing? What would they think of me. It really had been innocent. The feelings, the textures, the experience had just been so new, so exciting, so... so sensual I got pulled into it. "God, I'm so embarrassed. Please don't tell Dr. Bradley. I don't want to lose my job." I felt a hand on my wrist. Les was pulling my hand back to her chest. She asked if she had any reason to be afraid of me. I assured her she didn't and she told me to keep doing it. I took care to be professional and keep my feelings out of it. And then I felt her hand on mine, stopping me. "It feels like you're washing a car. Put some feeling into it." I continued only more like before. Sam poured a pitcher of water on her thighs and said she was going to get more water. I started to wash the top half of her legs, using two hands on each one, almost massaging them with the soapy washcloth. She squirmed as I did this. The last place was between her legs. "You're going to have to open up a bit for me, Les." She spread her legs with no hesitation. I took the washcloth and moved it up and down. I could feel the changes of contour as I went up and down her sex. I pulled up and was ready to end off when I felt her hand on my wrist. "That felt god. Could you do it some more? Please?" I moved back between her legs, slowly massaging her womanhood. She lay back and made moaning noises as I did so. Sam eventually got back with clean water and we got the soap off Les. Sam gave me a towel and told me to dry Les off. She went off to put everything away. I asked her to bring my bag out when she came. I dried Les completely and sat back on my heels. "Sam should be out soon and I'll change your dressing." "Nancy?" "Yes?" "You know how you were rubbing my tits when you were washing me? Could you do that for a bit with your hand? It just felt so good." I was massaging her breast when Sam came back with my bag. She had a look on her face like she was shocked or offended or something. I asked her if she was OK with what I was doing and she said it was fine with her as long as Les didn't mind. I had Sam help me get Les on her back and I changed the dressing. She looked real good. The scar would be almost invisible if it could be seen at all. I got her bandaged up and Sam helped me get her into the house. Les wanted to sit on the couch for a bit. I asked her if she wanted a massage and she seemed eager. Sam got me and Mrs. Bond to help her get Wes out of bed and into a chair. She then tied him in the chair with a couple of belts. She was going to give him a shave and a haircut. Mrs. Bond went into her room to take a nap. I went back downstairs. Les was sat in the corner of the couch. "So, do you want a dry or wet massage?" "What do you mean?" "I can just use my hands. That's dry. Or I've got some mineral oil in my bag. My hands will flow a bit easier and it gives es the massage a different feel." "I think I'd like the oil." "OK. I don't want to get oil on the couch. I can get a sheet and put it on the floor and do you there, but some of the oil may get on the carpet. If you want to do your whole body, it could be embarrassing if someone comes to the front door. I'd suggest getting you back upstairs. We'll put a sheet over your bed. If any oil works through, it's no big deal. You'll probably want to take a nap after the massage, too." She agreed on her room so I went up and put an old sheet on top of the bedclothes. I went back down and we made it upstairs, one step at a time. By the time we got to her room, she was ready to lie down. I got her situated on her bed then asked, "Bathing suit on or off?" "If I take it off are you going to massage all the areas you uncover?" "That's up to you. If I start doing something you're not comfortable with, let me know. If you want me to rub harder or softer, tell me that, too. This is your massage, I want you to enjoy it." "Help me get my suit off." Once she was naked, she crossed her hands on her pillow and lay her head down on her hands. Her freshly washed, conditioned and brushed hair spread halfway down her back. I moved it over the the side. So soft, so luxurious. Another new texture to enjoy. I opened up my bag and pulled out the mineral oil. It was a full bottle, I'd never had a use for it before. Since the bag had been out in the sun, it was fairly warm. I poured some in my hand, put the bottle down and rubbed my hands together to finish warming it up. "Move your head so your forehead is resting on your hands. That way I can get the back of your neck." I rubbed my hands on her neck and onto her shoulders. He skin felt silky and smooth and now slippery because of the oil. I went back to her neck, using my thumbs to work all around the vertebrae. "Uhm, that feels good." I worked on the neck for three or four minutes, then dropped down to her shoulders. I got a little more oil and covered the tops and the back down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. I could feel the muscles loosen up as I worked them. Les had turned her head to the side. I could see the contented look on her face as she lay there, occasionally moaning. I must have spent a good three quarters of an hour on her back. I took care to work all the vertebrae, just like I had on her neck. I got down to the dip just above her butt. Her kidney area. I worked on the right side, the side without the bandage. She almost screamed. I backed off and she begged me not to stop. She said it was if it was full of electricity and my massaging it was bleeding it off. I took off the bandage and carefully did as much as I could on both sides without hurting her. I was surprised that I could almost get right up to the stitches before it became sensitive. She was a lot more relaxed when I took time off from the massage to put on a fresh dressing. Next I worked on her right leg. Top to bottom, massaging each muscle to the fullest. I noticed how smooth the freshly shaved calf was. When I got to the foot, I did the sole and the top, then I took each toe in turn and massaged it. I pulled her big toe and cracked the knuckle. Les jumped a bit. I asked if I should do that with all of them. She'd just been surprised, if that was going to relax her, go ahead. I cracked as many as would crack, then massaged them individually again. Then back up to the top and down the other leg. I repeated the same procedure for both arms and hands. It was amazing how I could feel the tension flow out of her arms as I massaged the muscles down, towards her hands. It was the moment of truth. She'd told me to take off the suit. The only thing left on this side was her butt. I oiled up my hands and lightly covered the white globes with oil. "Uuhhmm. Go on." I started massaging the area as if it was her back or her thigh. I spread her cheeks and dug my thumbs in, feeling the tension slough off that area. I helped her roll over onto her back. She was surprised when I started on her face. Her forehead, temples and just under her eyes all got groans or "That feels good." Her collarbone was next, then the front of her shoulders. Next I worked on the front half of her thighs. Her knees had a surprising amount of tension in them. I oiled up and worked the oil over her chest and stomach. I worked on her stomach, more rubbing my hand over and over it than a hard massage. I knew what felt good on my breasts when I played with them, so I duplicated it on hers. The nipples stood up tall and proud as I made sure to get all of both breasts. The only place I hadn't touched was between her legs. I hesitated, not sure what to do. Les spread her legs, revealing herself to me. I could see moisture on her labia. "Nancy?" "Yes, Les." "Do you ever play with yourself?" "Yes." "Could you play with me? Please?" Les bent her knees and opened herself further as I got the bottle of oil. I put three fingers of my right hand together and put them on her in the area between her butt and her pussy. I poured some oil directly on her, then moved my fingers up from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I moved them down. Some of the oil had gotten past me so I went lower, all the way to her anus. I continued to massage up and down, up and down, anus to clitoris, clitoris to anus. I added more oil and Les started to open up. I moved a finger inside, then two, then three. In and out, up and down, massaging inside, then outside. Les got more and more excited as I worked on her. Her breathing got faster and rougher. She made little noises. Her hips started moving. She reached down with both hands and pulled me to her clitoris, clamped her legs together and rocked up and down. I moved my fingers as much as her closed legs would allow me. I held her little button between two of my fingers and was able to slide up and down and pull it away from her body. She held on to my wrist with her right hand and played with her nipples with her left. She had her eyes tightly closed and was hissing between her teeth when she tightened up on my wrist, clamped her legs harder together and lifted her butt a good 15 inches above the bed. I went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth as she was coming down from her orgasm. Both Sam and Mrs. Bond were out and about. I'd forgotten about them and realized the bedroom door had been open the whole time. I wiped the oil and sweat off Les's face, then cleaned up between her legs. I got Sam and Mrs. Bond to help me get a clean nightgown on her and get her into bed. Les smiled at me and said "Thank you. I really needed that." I told her I was glad to help. She closed her eyes to go to sleep, a big smile on her face. The three of us went next door to Wes's room. He was still belted into the chair. His face was shaved and he'd had a haircut. I was obvious his hair had been washed. "How did you..." "We used a plastic trash bag." Sam held it up. Between the three of us we were able to get Wes into his bed. Mrs. Bond said "Why don't we all go down to the kitchen and have a snack and something to drink?" I followed the two of them downstairs. My mind was running wild. "Oh, God. She's going to complain about me. She's going to kick me out of her house. She's going to call the cops and have me arrested for molesting a minor." We sat down and she got a chocolate cake off the counter. After showing it to us and getting an enthusiastic response from both of us, she cut three big pieces and brought them to the table. She got three tall glasses and a gallon of milk in a big mayonnaise jar. The cake was excellent and the milk was richer than any I'd ever had. Mrs. Bond finally spoke. "Nancy. I want to thank you for taking care of Les today. She's been going buggy and driving me crazy since she's been stuck in that bed. I can't think of anything that would have been better for her than you helping clean her up and then relaxing her with that massage. I know that isn't what you were sent here to do, but I appreciate you taking the initiative to really take care of her. I'm going to tell Dr Bradley what a jewel you are when he stops by tomorrow." I must have looked scared. "Nancy? I won't give him any specifics." I must say I enjoyed that cake and milk more than any snack I'd ever had. True, it was very good cake and milk. But I was eating it with people who appreciated me. And that was something new. ------- Chapter 49 Sue's Story I woke up from my nap to hear Les making love in her room. My daughter is like me in that respect: she's very vocal. My immediate thought was that somehow Wes had woken up and they were in her room making love. I went into the hallway and looked around the doorway. Nancy was kneeling on the floor, her hand moving up and down between Les' legs. Les was actually up off the bed, putting her weight on her head and feet as she urged Nancy to keep doing what she was doing. When she grabbed Nancy's hand and clamped her legs together I left them alone. I looked in on Wes. He was still belted into the chair. Sam had his head tilted back, a plastic trash bag covering his cast at the shoulders. She had a couple of old blankets on the floor. She had just finished shampooing his hair and was trying to clean it up using a washcloth. She wet the cloth, got up as much suds as she could, rinsed off and repeated. It was going to take forever. I had a coffee cup in my room from this morning. I took it in to Sam and picked up the bucket. I was able to hold the bucket under his head while she poured water on his head, wiping it off with her other hand. Being in an easy chair and a cast made it difficult, but we finally got him rinsed off. Sam took a towel and dried him as best she could, then got a comb and combed his hair. The shave and haircut made all the difference in the world. My son looked 100% better. By this time it was obvious that Les had made her goal. She finally quieted down and I heard Nancy go into the bathroom and run some water in the sink. I was looking in on Les when Nancy squeezed by. She had a wet washcloth. She wiped off Les's face, then cleaned her between her legs. Sam had come over to see what was happening. Nancy asked us both to give her a hand. We got Les stood up, took off the sheet Nancy had been massaging her on and put on a new nightgown. Les was very little help, her body was definitely relaxed. We got her into bed and she was asleep before we left the room. Sam got us into Wes's room and we managed to get him up from the chair and into bed. Nancy made sure his IV was OK and took his pee bottle into the bathroom and emptied it. When she was done, I invited the two of them downstairs for a snack. Nancy seemed apprehensive until I told her I appreciated how she went beyond the call of duty to make sure that Les was taken care of. I told her I was going to tell Jeff that she was doing a fantastic job without being too specific. She seemed to relax and even smiled. The three of us talked a while. Sam eventually looked at the clock. "Gee, it's 6:30. I didn't realize it was this late. I told my Mom I'd make an appearance for dinner. She said she'll feed Jaz and send him home closer to bedtime." She kissed both of us and took off. "I had no idea I spent so long with Les. Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" "No Nancy. I'm fine. I don't think Leslie will want dinner, she'll probably sleep all night through. That cake will be enough for me. I'll just take it easy and see you tomorrow." Nancy couldn't have been gone for more than 10 minutes when I heard a knock at the front door. I figured it was her, so I was surprised to see my husband at the door. "Hello, Jim. What can I do for you?" "Sue, we've got to talk. Can I come in?" "Sure." I opened the screen door and let him pass. He was carrying a briefcase in his right hand. "How are the kids?" "Les has been home since Saturday, Wes came home today. Wes is still in his coma and Les went to sleep about a half hour ago. You can see them but both of them will be dead to the world." "Maybe before I go. Could we sit down and talk? Maybe have a cup of coffee or something?" We went into the kitchen. I took the cover off the remaining cake and showed it to him. "Yes, please." I cut him a piece of cake, put the coffee on and sat down across from him. "Uhm, this cake is good. You always were a good cook." "You didn't come over here to tell me that, Jim." "Sue, this is hard on me. You've made it clear you want to end a sixteen year relationship." I started to say something and he held up his hand. "I know, I know. I'm the reason it's ending. I'm the one who screwed up. I realize that and I'm willing to take responsibility for it." He pulled the briefcase up to the table and he opened it. He pulled out a manila folder full of legal papers. "These are divorce papers. There's the actual request for a divorce, a child care agreement until the kids are 18 and an alimony agreement until you marry again. The title for your car is included as well as a quitclaim deed for the house, and a check to pay off the house and pay the taxes and insurance for the next two years. You get half the bank accounts plus the money for the house. You can keep the money in the bank and continue with the house payments or you can pay it all off. If you sign, we can have the papers filed in Reno by Friday. We'll be officially divorced in six weeks." The coffee was ready. And I wasn't either. Something was fishy here. I got up and took my time fixing coffee for us both. I sat back down. "How do I know you're going to keep up your end of the bargain?" He showed me the forms, all signed and notarized stating the amounts of child care and alimony, with yearly adjustments for inflation. Both forms had paragraphs at the bottom, signed and attested, that if he defaulted on any of the payments for more than 90 days, I had the right to go directly to his employer and garnish his wages until he was caught up. And if he defaulted a second time for more than 90 days, I had the option of making the garnishment permanent. "I don't see anything about health insurance. I need you to provide the insurance you've presently got for the kids until they're 18 and for me until I marry." "OK, I can do that. I can have my lawyer work it out and bring a form over for you to sign tomorrow night." "Why the rush, Jim?" "Well, I heard you're interested in this doctor fellow so I decided I'd step out of the way. No sense in staying around somewhere I'm not wanted." "Jim, I'm not one of your bimbos. You know damn well you never do anything unless it's in your self interest. Why do you want a six week divorce?" "I have my reasons." He was starting to squirm. "What would you say if I decided to have my lawyer take a couple of weeks to look this over? And then we filed in California and waited six months?" "Come on, Sue. I've given you everything you want. I'll take care of the insurance. Let's just get it over with." "It's got to have something to do with that bimbo you've been messing around with. Why would she be digging in the spurs to get you divorced so quickly. Not that you're getting scared, making you go to Reno would probably make it worse. Why would she be in a hurry to get married? Your little Bimbo wouldn't have a daddy with a shotgun, would she?" "Damn it Sue, her name's Teresa, not Bimbo. No, she doesn't have a father with a shotgun. Yes, she's going to have my baby. What's wrong with me getting married as soon as I can so the kid doesn't have to go through hell? Is it really going to bother you to be divorced in six weeks instead of six months?" "No, Jim, it's not. I just want the truth. Everything looks fine. Have you got a list of all the different things here I can show somebody?" "I don't want to have to wait two weeks for you to play around with the papers." "You won't have to. If everything is as good as you say it is and you bring the health insurance agreement tomorrow, I'll sign the lot of them. But like you said, we are ending a 16 year relationship. I have the right and the obligation to myself and my kids to make sure that all of this is on the up and up. We're all going to have to live with this agreement for a long time." "I swear, everything is just what you asked for. Go ahead and check it over. I just want to be able to give the signed papers to my lawyer by Thursday." He left the summary form with me and put the rest of the papers back in his briefcase. We really didn't have any more to say, so he made his excuses and left after making sure I'd be home the following evening. He didn't ask to see the kids. I looked at the clock. Quarter to eight. I was just cleaning up when there was a knock at the front door. Now what? I pulled the door open, ready to charge at my husband. It wasn't my husband at the door, it was an old man. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him. "Can I help you?" "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't remember me. My name's Donald Johnson. We ate dinner together when my wife was in the hospital." "Oh you poor man. Please excuse me. I'm the one who should be sorry, Mr. Johnson. Of course I remember you. Won't you come in?" He came in and I offered him a seat on the couch. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I went to the hospital to visit your children and was told by Dr Bradley that they were both home. He's the one who told me where you live. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all. I'm afraid they aren't very active. Les has been home since Saturday and she's been going crazy staying in bed. Sam took her out in the back yard and washed her hair and gave her a bath outside. She has a candy striper who stops by a few times a day and she gave her a real good massage. We put her to bed and I'm afraid she'll be asleep all night." "That's probably the best thing for her. How is the boy doing?" "Wesley. I'm worried about him, even though Dr Bradley assures me there's nothing to worry about. He was badly hurt. He has metal pins in both legs. Both legs are covered in casts and he has a cast over much of his upper body because of a broken back. And of course, Les gave him one of her kidneys. Dr Bradley tells me he's doing better than could be expected. To listen to him, my son could be considered a miracle. But he's been in a coma ever since the accident. Dr Bradley says that somehow Wes knows he has to heal and it's too big a job for the doctors and he's concentrating all his energy on getting well. It's just so disheartening to see him lying there, day after day, being fed by an IV, not able to go to the bathroom himself." "But the doctor says he'll be alright?" "Yes." "Then you leave the boy alone and let him heal. He'll be up and around before you know it. And then you'll want to take him out in the sun and get him tired so you can get some rest." "I suppose you're right." "I know they're not awake. Would it be alright for me to see them?" "Of course. Let me take you upstairs." We went up to Les's room first. I turned on the lamp next to her bed. She looked so innocent, her face peaceful as she slept. "Such a pretty girl. So young, but willing to sacrifice her life for her brother. You must be very proud of her." "Oh, I am. Excuse me. I thought I was over this." I reached over and got some Kleenex off her nightstand and blew my nose and wiped my eyes. "There's nothing to excuse. She'll grow up and do many wonderful things but you'll always be her mother." He touched her cheek and ran his hand through her hair. Next we went into Wes's room. "A handsome boy. He looks strong. He's obviously at home in the fresh air." "Oh, yes. He's always riding his bike or running cross country or mowing his lawns." I had to get another Kleenex. "Look at the expression on his face. He's concentrating. Turning the whole world off to fix what needs to be fixed. Your doctor is right. This young man isn't sleeping. He's working hard." "Do you think so?" "Oh, yes, I can tell. It's amazing what a person can do to handle the body. My Marie forced herself to stay alive much longer than she should have because she was worried about me. Thank God you and Sam were able to let me see how she needed to be let go. I pray for you two and your children every night." "I thank you, Mr Johnson. Would you like to go downstairs and visit?" "Oh, I would love that. Are you sure it won't be too much trouble?" "No trouble at all. If you'd like, I have some coffee made and some wonderful chocolate cake." "Oh, you're a peach. I haven't had anything like that since before Marie went into the hospital. Are you sure it's no trouble?" By this time we were in the living room. I guided Mr Johnson over to the couch. "No trouble at all. You just sit down here and I'll be right back." I went in the kitchen just as Sam was coming in the side door. "Hold on a second, Sam." I cut a piece of cake and put it on a plate. It was over half gone. I gave her a napkin and a fork. "Take this in the living room. There's a friend of yours in there." She went into the living room... I heard her squeal "Mr Johnson!" I poured three cups of coffee and put another pot on. I had an idea we'd need more before the night was done. I got my silver tray, a creamer and a sugar bowl and some spoons and headed into the living room. Sam was sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, a big smile on her face. I took the tray over to the coffee table in front of the couch and put it down. "I don't know how he's going to be able to eat and drink with you on his lap." "Oh, I'm sure I'll manage." "Maybe I'll feed him." The doorbell rang before I had time to say more. Mrs Crowley was at the door. She had her purse clutched in both hands and looked afraid. Her sister was behind her on the sidewalk. She had a big zippered bag in her hands. I opened the screen door and smiled. "Come in, come in. We were just sitting down for some cake and coffee." They looked as if they weren't sure they were in the right place but came in anyway. Mr Johnson eased Sam off his lap and stood up. I took them both over to him. "Mr Johnson, this is Mrs. Crowley and her sister Mrs. Badger. Unfortunately Mrs Crowley was driving down our street when Wes decided to walk right in front of her without looking." "Pleased to meet you. I'm Donald Johnson." Mrs Crowley took his hand. "I'm Edith Crowley. This is my sister Elizabeth Badger." We've both been widows for over 20 years." "I'm afraid it's less than a week for me. But we had a good life. A very good life." "Oh, I'm so sorry." They sat on the couch, one on either side of him. Sam came in the kitchen and helped me with the coffee and cake. We ended up taking the Tupperware cake holder and some plates, forks and napkins out to the living room. When we got back in Mr Johnson was teasing them, making them giggle like schoolgirls. "Looks like you've got some competition, Sam." "That's OK." Sam and Mr Johnson accompanied the sisters upstairs a few minutes later and they paid their respects to my children. Mr Johnson pointed out the look of concentration on Wes's face and they took it to be gospel that he was fixing himself up. When we were back in the living room Mrs Crowley told me how worried she'd been since the accident. And when she heard that Les had to give up a kidney it worried her even more. Her sister was prodding her about something. "Go on. Tell her." "Well, we've taken a good hard look at things. I'm over 80 and my eyes aren't what they used to be. Anyway, my sister and I feel it's a good time for me to stop driving. I'm not saying it's my fault that Wes is in that bed upstairs, but if I was younger I may have been able to stop a little quicker and it wouldn't be so bad. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt anyone else." "Go on. Tell Her." "So I've decided I don't need that old Chevy of mine. I know it's 12 years old, but it's been taken care of and is in excellent condition. These last few days it's been on the street in front of your house is the first time it hasn't been in my garage overnight. I don't know how he'll feel about diving the car that ran over him, but I'd like to give it to Wesley to sort of make up for the accident." "Oh, there's no reason for that. You really don't have to do anything. But if you're sure you want to give it to Wes, I'm sure he'll be thrilled. He always comments on what good shape it's in whenever he sees you drive by." Mrs Badger held up the big bag she'd brought with her. "We know you don't have space in the garage but we feel kind of sad leaving the old girl outside at night. I hope you don't mind but we bought a car cover for it. It's custom made for a 1953 Belair." "We don't mind at all. That's very thoughtful of you. I'm sure Wes will want to take care of it just like you have." Mr Johnson said "If your car's been out front for a week, how did you ladies get here?" "Oh, we walked. It's only two blocks." "Not when I'm around. There's no way I'm going to let you two ladies walk home in the dark. I'll be glad to drive you whenever you're ready to leave." They finished their coffee and cake and the three of them left. Mr. Johnson had already been invited to Sunday dinner before they got off the couch. Sam helped me with the dishes. The cake had gone quick. That's fine. Everybody enjoyed it. I'd have to make something else tomorrow and keep doing it until the kids were out of bed or people quit visiting. Sam was putting the last cup in the dishwasher. "Well, St Sam, looks like you matched up Mr Johnson with two ladies." "I didn't have anything to do with that. He jumps right in there and takes care of himself. He'll be fine." "I'm sure he will. Are you going to sleep over here tonight?" "No. They're both going to be asleep all night. You'll be here if anything comes up. Do you realize how long it's been since I slept in my own bed?" "I know just how you feel. I know how good my bed felt on Saturday." She opened the door to go home and Jaz walked through it. She picked him up and twirled him around and kissed him on the forehead. "Night, Jaz." She looked over at me. "Night, Mom." We both chorused "Good night, Sam." I kneeled down and held out my arms. My youngest ran over to me and we hugged each other. After a minute of so I said "Jaz. I'm pretty lonely. How would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?" "Cool." ------- Chapter 50 Sam's Story One week before Easter. So much has happened this first year of high school and the summer before it. I fell in love that summer with the boy next door. Funny. I had to stand in line. His sister was at the front of the line, his mother right behind her and I took up the rear. I was just about to get my chance when he got hit by a car. That was a crazy four days. Wes was a virgin Saturday morning. He raped his sister Les Saturday afternoon. He tried to run away on his bike but came back. He and his sister made love multiple times over the next few days. He and his mother did, too. And he fucked me in the ass once while his sister watched and played with herself. Wes was run over in mid July. He broke both legs in several places. He broke his back. He lost both kidneys. Luckily, Les and Wes were a perfect match for a kidney transplant. They were both in the same operating room the night of the accident. They put some steel rods in his legs, cut out her kidney and put it in him. They also put a cast over much of his upper body. We was in a coma by the time we got to the street. He woke up January 14 of this year. Six months in a coma. Six months for Sam to think about her relationship with Wes. At first I felt so sorry for myself. Poor Sam. Just about to get laid when Wes walks in front of a car. Then I looked at it. He seemed sincere when he told me to be waiting for him that afternoon. The more I thought about it, the more I thought "Pity Fuck." Or maybe just something to try to get a little variety. Wes came right out and told me I was number three. "I love you but Les will always be #1." An afterthought. With no guaranty that any new ones would be lower on the list. I could be last resort even if he had a harem. I'm not sure how I felt about Wes the day before he came home. I was spending most of the day at the hospital, even sleeping overnight. My mother would bring Wes's little brother in around lunchtime. We had an arrangement with the doctor so Jaz could check on Wes each day. Les was home by now. Anyway, Mom would take me home, feed me lunch and I would shower. She'd drive me back and I'd spend the rest of my day keeping vigil. I had her sign a consent form for birth control pills while I was with her. That afternoon I got checked over by Dr Bradley, Wes & Les's doctor. He told me I was too young to be kissing, much less having a baby and gave me a month's supply and a prescription. Speaking of babies, Wes and Les and Jaz have a half sister. Their father and his ex-secretary have a little girl, Jessica (we'll call her Jes) born just over a week ago. Not to be left out, their mother is having a child in a week or two. She looks more beautiful than ever. I hope I look that good when it's my time to have children. Sue married Jeff, Dr Bradley. He has an IQ off the scales but won't listen to common sense. Wes was messing around with his mother in late July. She's going to have a baby in late April. That's nine months. Jeff and Sue got married in the middle of October, just after her divorce became final. I know for a fact that he didn't have anything to do with her until the divorce became final. And if I know Jeff as well as I do, he held off until the wedding night a week or so later. There's no way that baby can be his but looking at the way he struts around, you'd think he was the only man who ever made a woman pregnant. Speaking of that, what rhymes with STRUTS? LES. That's right, Les has turned into the freshman class slut. She always was one to push it to the limit. She seduced Wes into doing things he never would have thought of before the accident. She was so bad he actually took things into his own hands and beat her ass good. And then felt sorry for her and she started walking all over him again. The day he got home, Les was going stir crazy being in bed all the time. I don't remember whose idea it was, but I took her out in the sun and laid her down on a lounge chair. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and took off her bathing suit and started bathing her. Well, this junior, a poor mixed up girl named Nancy, who didn't know who she liked or why was a candy striper at the hospital. She came over two or three times a day and changed dressings, checked out IVs, took Les to the bathroom, whatever needed to be done. She sees Les lying there with her butt in the air and flips out. The next thing you know, Les has her playing with her tits, giving her a full body massage and then bringing her off. I swear, the kid thought she was going to lose her job. Anyway, as soon as Les got back on her feet, she did whatever she could with whoever would to get back off them. There are stories about her and the whole football team that she just smiles about. And she's also been with most if not all of the cheerleaders. One of the first places she went a week after she came home was to Darcy's house. The next thing you know, she, Darcy and Darcy's brother Bill are all in bed. I talked to Darcy and Bill later and neither of them could figure out how the hell it happened. They both felt cheap as soon as it started but neither knew how to get out of it. Speaking of Darcy and Bill. He went over to Viet Nam in October. He caught a piece of shrapnel in the back while on patrol and carried a guy who was hurt worse back to their camp. He got a purple heart and was cited for bravery. He was released in November. They moved up to Oregon and for all intents and purposes are married. They are expecting a child in the next three weeks. Nancy got rave reviews caring for Wes & Les. She was promoted to a new position. She's basically going to coordinate the implementation of some things she and Dr Bradley talked about way back when the kids were in the hospital. Candy stripers are going to be a lot more evident at Grossmont Hospital from now on, easing a lot of the strain on the nurses. Nancy happened to be on duty in the ER when a football player was brought in one Friday with a broken collarbone. She kept an eye on him and made sure he was doing well. They hit it off and she and Bubba are engaged. They plan to get married after she graduates next year, unless he needs another year of school to get his diploma. Mrs Crowley died just after Christmas. She lived a good life, but I'm sorry she didn't get to see the look on Wes's face when he got her car. I did and it was quite a look. Mrs Badger seems to be doing OK after the loss of her sister. She has Mr Johnson to take care of her. No, they didn't get married, but he did move in with her. He says if it's OK for those kids up in San Fransisco to live together, he doesn't see any problem with him sharing a bed with Mrs Badger. I don't think we'll see any kids out of that relationship, but you never know. My brother Joey went out with Vicky for over three months. I think they both grew up and sort of drifted apart. They're still friends and dance at least one dance together at the school dances. I never thought I'd see my brother at a school dance. You never can tell. He's lost his shyness. He takes out most of the cheer squad, one at a time. He's become pretty popular since we started school last fall. Les went back to the cheer squad. Most of the girls won't have anything to do with her anymore. She really has become a slut. I decided cheer leading wasn't for me. Come to think of it, I never really thought it was. I just did it because my best buddy did. I've taken a good look at myself over the past nine months. I respect myself a lot more than I did back then. I can honestly say I was in love with the idea of being in love. I was in the middle of a situation of no substance trying to make it into a Hollywood love story. I found I'm a good person. An effective person. Every once in a while I'll spot something that's not right. Like Mr Johnson hanging onto Marie when she should have been allowed to die with dignity weeks or months earlier. And I figure out how to fix it so everybody feels good about it. For a while I had the nickname of St Sam. Dr Bradley still calls me that once in a while, but I think it's more a name of affection than anything else. Mrs Crowley left her vintage 1953 Chevy for Wes. She left it in front of his house the day she hit him and never drove again. She babied that car from the time she drove it off the car lot. It has always been in a garage till the day she hit Wes. She gave us a custom cover for it. The next day I got the bucket, some soap and some Turtle Wax. I spent almost four hours washing and waxing that car. And then I covered it up. I washed it three times and waxed it once in the six months Wes was in his coma. I made a point of showing it to Mrs Crowley before she died and she looked happy. Wes got better and better as time went on. His full leg casts were replaced with casts from the knees down. The dressing over his kidney scars got smaller and smaller until it wasn't needed. He has a nice straight pink line from side to side and that's it. The body cast went in December, the legs were healed later that month. I became a physical therapist. He was in a coma. He needed to learn how to walk. I spent hours every day bending his legs, one at a time, putting pressure on them to simulate walking, anything I could do so he would be able to move when he woke up. He still had a look of concentration but it was different. Before he'd been concentrating on a task that needed to be done - healing his body. Now it was as if he was evaluating data. I think he was trying to figure out what the hell happened the last few days of his consciousness and what he was going to do about it. That's my own personal theory. He claims to remember nothing since the time he heard Les scream as the car came at him. On January 14 I got home from school and went over to work on Wes's legs. I was going at it pretty hard when I heard something that sounded like a squeak. I looked up to see Wes with his head raised pointing towards his open mouth. I had a glass of water on the nightstand so I dribbled a little in his mouth. Eventually he got enough moisture to talk. Of course, I was smiling like a fool, tears flooding down my face. He still struggled and finally managed to say "Take it easy... trying to kill me?" I finally got it together enough to tell him to stay there (like he was really going to go someplace) while I ran out to the top of the stairs. "WES IS AWAKE. HE'S OK. HURRY." Sue came running up the stairs as fast as a woman six months along can run up stairs. I held on to her and helped her in to his room. He was surprised to see his mother pregnant, to say the least. I went down to the kitchen and called the hospital, telling them to page Dr Bradley, it was an emergency. He called back within five minutes. "Sam. It's not the baby, is it?" "It's Wes. He's awake." "I'll be right there." Just as I hung up the phone, Jaz came in from school. "How you doing, Jaz?" "OK, I guess." "What's wrong?" "Some of the third graders were picking on me and Billy." "Gee, that's too bad. Do you want to hear some good news?" "Sure." "Wes is awake." His whole face lit up. "Really? Is he going to be OK?" "I think so. He just woke up. Your Mom's up there now. Let's go up and see him." He was up the stairs like a shot. Well, he was OK. He met Dr Bradley and got thoroughly examined. Later, his mother told him about her divorce and that she met a man and fell in love with him and they were married. And then he was introduced to his stepfather, Dr Bradley. After a week or so, he got clued in on most of what happened while he was out. I was over working on walking him around the room when he said, "Well, Sam, I guess it's just you and me, now." I stopped and looked at him. "What are you talking about?" "Well, Les is off doing her own thing with who knows who, Mom's married off, so I guess that leaves you and me." "You should be so lucky." He got quiet and we continued the exercise. I worked with him over the next three months. I pushed him as hard as I knew how. He never said anything more to me about the two of us. We were taking daily walks. It had started a month ago with him just barely making it down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. That's the day I told him he had been left the car under the condition that he could ride his bike five miles out and five miles back in under three hours. I lifted up the cover and revealed Mrs Crowley's Belair. Wes really loved that car. He got a look of resolution on his face. "Let's get busy." Sue had arranged for him to get schooled at home. I'd bring home the assignments at the beginning of the week and he would do them. He may have gotten by in a wheelchair or even with crutches in the past few weeks, but he was doing a whole school year in half a year. Some of the stuff he did himself, other stuff he got help from me, Sue or Jeff. Jeff had a way of making things come alive. Many was the time he would be teaching Wes something and Sue and I would sit and listen, spellbound. I got a schedule of school activities in March. One of the things listed was the Spring Dance just before Easter Vacation. Somehow I mixed it in with his assignments. "Do you think it would do my legs any good if I learned how to dance?" "I don't know. You'd use some different muscles. It would have to be slow dancing. You're just not flexible enough for the fast stuff yet." "How about we start with the slow stuff and work into the faster stuff?" "We'll see how it goes." "Could you teach me, Sam?" "I suppose. It's either me or you Mom, and you wouldn't be able to get close enough to her to put your arms around her." I worked with him. We'd walk and then we'd come home and put some records on and dance. He kept pushing me to teach him some of the faster stuff and I'd let him dance to half a record, then a full record, then a half hour of fast dancing and a half hour of slow dancing. There were days he had to pull himself upstairs with the banister his legs hurt so much. I was finally accepting the fact that Wes was never going to be a cross country runner. Both legs were 50% metal below the knees. There just wasn't enough flexibility to take the bouncing around that running causes. We were up to about 5 miles on our daily walks and he was dancing well, as long as he didn't push too hard on the fast dances. The Spring Dance was April 19. On April 12 Wes asked me if I would accompany him to the dance. I told him I would be happy to. I didn't tell him that I had turned down invitations from three other guys at school. I came over to the house the following day, a Saturday to work with Wes. Sue told me that he and his stepfather had gone out. She didn't know where and had even been told it was none of her business when she questioned her new husband. He called that afternoon and apologised for not being there. Something had come up and he could work now if I wanted to. Things went along fine for the next week. As I was leaving on Thursday to go home for dinner, he told me he'd pick me up for the dance at 7:30 tomorrow. The dance started at 8. Wes came to the door at 7:30 on the dot. He was dressed in a tuxedo and brought a white wrist corsage for me. He told me he couldn't believe how beautiful I looked as I came down the stairs. We do have to make an entrance. It wouldn't be the same if I was waiting at the door for him. We went outside and his stepfather's vintage Mercedes was parked at the curb. Jeff was dressed in a chauffeur's uniform from the 1940s, including the cap. He held the door open for us and tipped the cap as I got in. "Evening, Ma'am." Kids who drove went into the student parking lot. There was a drop off area that those who had parents drive used. Jeff had gotten permission for us to use a service road on the campus and dropped us off right at the gymnasium door. He held the door for us to get out. "Enjoy yourselves." Wes treated me like a lady from the time he saw me on the stairs until the time we got home. All the time I spent teaching him to dance was just that - teaching. Tonight when we danced, he held me in his arms as if I was the most precious thing he could hold. He kissed me the first time in our second slow dance. Just a nice, sweet kiss. By 9:30 I was ready to rip his clothes off after he finished the latest kiss. "Let's get some fresh air." I followed him, almost in a daze. We went outside and sat on a stone bench. "Sam, I feel like I should do this on my knees. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll ever get very good at kneeling down. I've come to realize some things over the past few months. First, I mistreated you just before my accident. I took you for granted and didn't even show you respect. I was all mixed up. I know that's no excuse, but I want you to know I realize I was rotten and I apologise. "Second, I never realized what a special person you are. You've been busting your butt trying to get a cripple who mistreated you to walk again. And I appreciate that more than you know. "Third, I had the most caring, thoughtful, wonderful girl I've ever met right in front of me for as long as I can remember and I never even saw it. "I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to have anything to do with me romantically. But I have to ask you to try. I know it probably doesn't mean a lot to you after the way I treated you and took you for granted, but I've discovered that I love you and I don't want to be without you. If that means I have to date you and woo you and take time to get to know you and for you to get to know me, then so be it. But I'm begging you. Please give me a chance to prove my love for you." "OK." "Huh?" "I said OK. Don't just sit there like a dork. Kiss me." Wes got lucky that night. And so did I. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-11-29 Last Modified: 2005-04-05 / 10:51:55 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------