by JJ Giles
She was speechless trying desperately to comprehend. He was thrilled to even hear her speaking of it.
She laid back in the water so thrilled just to be looking at him again. “I can’t help but think of all the things Jerry told me about his son. He rarely talked about anything but his kids.”
Brian smiled a little. “Guess you know more about me than you ever wanted to.”
“Not at all. But I remember a day not too long ago that he came back to me delirious that he had been invited to a baseball game and was thrilled that his son was getting over his girlfriend by falling in love with someone else. That his son’s lover was someone he could grow fond of.”
“Oops.”
“Are you in love?”
“I guess, by now, you’ve figured out who we’re talking about. But my condition is terminal, Morgan. My heart belongs to only you. Dan knows that. How gracefully he accepts it is yet to be seen. I do think he’s fallen in love with me.”
“And he’s going to be punished because he told me he was sick in bed and sent his wife to me to keep me busy while he took you out of town to play with you.”
Brian laughed as he slid through the water into her arms. He peered into her sparkling eyes as she still awaited an explanation. “I can’t say we don’t have some fun together. Guys who drink beer, eat pizza and watch the game and then fuck. But he hasn’t totally accepted the fact that he’s gay and, uhh...I don’t know what’s going to become of him and Caroline. But you have to understand that as soon as Caroline said your name, I was hooked. And when I saw your fingerprints all over his style, it was Morgan by proxy.”
She tried not to be flattered, but still she smiled. “You’re evading the question.”
“I do care for him, honey. If he can accept that I’m not going to be living there as his little pet, we’ll probably be very good friends the rest of our lives. But if he can accept it, the four of us can probably have some very enjoyable evenings together.”
Tenderly, she gathered him into her arms. “I’m sorry. I never realized how much attraction and true affection you had toward men.”
“No more than you have for women. But you deny yourself because you don’t want to have to share me.”
“Oh, shit.”
“It’s alright. I finally understand that you don’t think a whole hell of a lot of yourself and you don’t think anyone else should, either. No one in this world can divert my attention from you for more than a couple hours at a time. If this last five months hasn’t proved that to us, then we both need help.”
Her arms locked around his body and held dearly. “You’re not jealous?”
“No, Baby, I’m not jealous. But if I can’t be there, I would like to know about it.”
She hugged a little tighter to feel at least a little possessiveness in him.
“And you get along good with Dan and Caroline?”
“Uh huh. Don’t you?”
A small grin spread into a slow smile. And then she laughed. “You’re so full of shit. It’s that magnificent dick of his.”
“Magnificent? What about this?” He grabbed her hand quite roughly and thrust it into the water that she might stroke real magnificence for a moment. “But just so you know, I appreciate you curing his little problem for me.”
Still, she laughed as she pinched his glans. “So you’d like to maintain that relationship?”
“Yeah, I would. Just guys who eat pizza and drink beer and then fuck and watch the game.”
A little disparaged, she smiled bitterly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ever take things like that away from you, Honey.”
“Morgan, you didn’t take them away from me. You just can’t imagine how ashamed I was of myself when we met. And I was still a kid. Twenty-four years old. Had fucked off my entire life. Fell hopelessly in love with you. You let me move in here and took care of me like I was used to being taken care of. Babied all of my life by my father. Hand fed on a gold-plated spoon. But you fed a few of my baser instincts and unfailingly encouraged my higher aspirations. Sent me back to school. Let me find out who I am, be who I am without the constant display and pressure of being American royalty. And I love you so desperately for that. Because it’s me you’re looking at and not the name, Honey. Not the money, not the prestige. Just your little Mouse.”
The tears burst from her now and she threw herself against him. To think that anyone had to live up to great expectations disheartened her horribly. That he escaped gave her hope. She herself was one of those who was supposed to be special, born on Easter morning on the altar, a little ray of light, an angel. And that angel became a prostitute, the devil incarnate. Those furtive whispers, those indirect stares were as horrible as the expectations.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she clung to him tightly.
“Honey, it’s alright. And I understand exactly where you copped an attitude with wealth the moment JD told me about your employment history. I wanted to punch him when he told me Dad was hauling you around. But he still owes me a million dollars, so I thought I’d chill out and take his money for the insult. Tack another hundred thousand onto it. Just for fun, I chopped into his sewer line and then showed him how rotted it was.”
She backed away and began to laugh. “He is an asshole, isn’t he?”
“Prep school-yacht club-Billionaire Boy’s Club kind, Honey. But I need to ask you something.”
“Anything.”
Brian drew in a deep breath and held to it. “While you were working for JD, you knew my grandfather?”
She backed away as her expression darkened. “Yeah, I did.”
Deeply he peered into her to connect her to him. “As you can imagine, I’ve been demanding answers to questions and finally wrenching the answers out of people after all these years. Did they ever hurt you?”
Without will, she lit a cigarette and hit it hard. “Apparently, you’ve heard something about JD.”
“Necrophilia?”
Morgan hesitated wondering how much confession Brian could stand to hear. “Brian, it’s not for me to decide what’s wrong with people. Starting with the guy who can’t stand anything but the most basic intercourse, through the spectrum of a little harmless kink, and then...onto the grave. I mean...I know people who work in mortuaries for that very reason. But in my opinion, abusing a corpse and creating a corpse are two very different things.”
Outloud, he groaned. “Dad told me what he suspects they did to my grandmother’s body.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Did that son of a bitch ever hurt you?”
“No, but they had this thing they did every full moon at JD’s place that kept getting more and more out of control, as far as I was concerned. For some reason they needed twelve of us there, dressed in shrouds, laid out on granite slabs. I never saw any corpses, but when they wanted me to start coming by myself, it kinda freaked me out. I didn’t and don’t have any desire to become a corpse, either. Have you dug up any bones over there?”
“No. Dad asked me the same thing.”
She nodded. “So you can imagine I had some reticence to get involved with your father when he started e-mailing. And the truth is if I had known you were his grandson, I probably would have passed on you, too.”
With that, he let out a heavy sigh. He suddenly felt vindicated for the horrible deceit he perpetrated through the years. He knew then that for his deception, she could forgive him.
Morgan continued: “It only took me about three or four sessions with him to realize that he was the one who had been battered and abused in that situation. Not only by his father, but by his wife. That he didn’t share his father’s sensibilities or lack thereof, and had been traumatized by them all through his youth. And you too, baby.” His lack of emotional maturity at times and his lack of self-worth finally made sense. But that Jerry might have been Brian’s rapist frightened her badly.
He peered into her deeply and then turned away. “I never wanted you to know t
hat about me.”
With a shudder, she remembered the varied and humiliating ways she was used as a child. “It’s a fucked up thing, isn’t it? And then you realize that someone whose supposed to love you and protect you doesn’t...”
“That’s what it feels like. I’m sorry you got messed up.”
“I’m sorry you got messed up. And I never wanted you to know that about me, either.”
He broke into a bitter smile and splashed water on his face to rid himself of tears finally. It was something that brought them even closer. “Please tell me this can work out.”
“Actually, I think it’s working out quite nicely, but actually, now, you have a clue what your father went through and you can forgive him for a lot of things that didn’t seem quite right.”
“Yeah...absolutely.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Before all this went down, I thought I was one of those kind of assholes, too. But now that I’ve gotten to spend time with Alex, and Dad and Bryant...these are guys who really have some heart. They don’t snuggle up with the bank statements like JD does. And to think that Dad can let go of a billion and half dollars to unload my mother... Do you know how much money that is?”
“I can’t imagine it.”
“It’s ten times more than you and I will ever make together. I hope she chokes on it.”
“You’re angry?”
“You’re fucking right I’m angry. She’s a vicious, careless, capricious woman who doesn’t give a shit for anything. Not even her kids.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, Morgan, I’m sorry. If I had been paying more attention when I was a kid I would have known that. Dad tried to protect us from her. But I had to get involved. Feel sorry for a poor defenseless woman. Bullshit,” he whispered. “She’s a black widow and no longer of any import in my life. It’s like you said. Some people are better off apart, family or not.”
Sadly, she smiled a little.
“So let’s start over.” Happily, he cradled her face in his hands. “You...Morgan McCrory McFaye, I love more than anything. Please, please be my wife.”
“Yes. Yes, Baby.” She was simply overcome with the day’s events, and the day was barely half over. She thrust against him and forced his mouth open with hers.
* * * *
When he replaced the ring to her finger, she couldn’t know, unless it was while she lingered in the ecstasy of orgasm. Now, he only lay between her legs, licking the soft satin there. Slowly, he slid up her body, the bit of swell on her tummy, the hardness of her ribs to nestle between her breasts.
To her, he felt perfect in every way as he came to rest on her again and stared at her. “I have missed you so much,” he whispered. “And please, if I ever lose my mind again, lock me in the dungeon until I come to my senses.”
“I’ll be happy to, but you should probably be punished for this little mess.”
“When?”
“I’ll let you know.”
He slid off of her and propped beside of her, his fingers tenderly stroking her jaw. “So should we break the bad news to Cherry?”
“Bad news?”
“She’s going to be very disappointed.”
Morgan laughed. But she felt the need to confess. “Do you know that your sister and I...?”
He moaned in her ear. “She’s absolutely relentless in the pursuit of pleasure. Considering that we share a similar taste in women, I can only imagine what she’s done to you. What she will do to you. Just tell me you’ll let me watch.”
Instantly, Morgan jerked away. “Don’t tell me you’re doing it with your sister?”
“Hell no. Just because I’m a pervert doesn’t mean I’m doing it with my sister. That doesn’t mean we haven’t tag-teamed a few in the day.”
She could only smile and fall back to his arms. He reached for the phone and dialed his sister. “What are you doing?”
“I’m reading,” Cherry said. “Do you know Morgan has a hand-written copy of the diaries of deSade? It’s so old I was afraid to touch it.”
“She’s got an incredible library. Can you tear yourself away to come to our bedroom?”
“Does this mean...”
“Maybe.” He clicked off.
Moments later Cherry thrust open the double doors of the master suite and stepped in far enough to see Morgan twisted in Brian’s embrace.
“I’m getting married,” Brian announced happily.
Cherry snarled. “Kiss my ass, will ya?” Without hesitation, she sat beside Morgan and pulled the sheet away from the lovely flush on her breasts. “Have you lost your mind, Honey?”
“Back off.” Defensively, Brian threw Cherry’s hand from Morgan’s breast.
“Fuck you. Can’t you see the woman needs some consolation right now?”
Morgan could only laugh. If nothing else she would be wholly entertained.
“Go get me some champagne,” he ordered.
“Get your own friggin’ champagne.” Quickly, Cherry pulled her shirt over her head. Her shorts simply dropped off her narrow hips. “Get me some, too.” She pulled Morgan out of Brian’s arms into hers.
For a moment Brian watched as Cherry rolled onto Morgan and drove her tongue into Morgan’s mouth. A lovely little interlude to keep Morgan’s motor running while he recovered for round two. He dialed the kitchen and ordered the champagne.
Only minutes later, Kitty popped in with a bottle of Morgan’s favorite and three flutes. Her jaw dropped to see that new one writhing on top of her Mistress and Mouse watching.
“You wanna play, baby?” Brian asked.
“Meow,” she whispered.
Brian slid out of the bed and took the bottle from her. She peered up into his eyes. “It’s really good to have you home, Mouse. She’s been nothing but a total pain in my ass.”
Terribly flattered by that, he bent to kiss her. “Have at it, Honey.”
Amidst the groans and heavy sighs of women, he popped the cork and nestled into the chair. Without hesitation, he poured a glass and lit a cigarette. As he threw his feet to the ottoman, he held up his glass to salute two exquisite women whose breasts and asses were all aflutter and whisper a little prayer of thanksgiving to his sister, who would keep them motivated.
The first swallow of that sparkling smoothness lingered in his mouth a moment. He listened to Cherry’s directives. Not two, but four gorgeous breasts were in Cherry’s grasp now, her arms wrapped around them unable to decide upon which to feast.
He smiled and drank a little more. So very, very good to be home.
About the Author
A
1st Amendment activist and U.S. Army veteran educated in the fields of psychology and philosophy, J is usually found at the computer or in the dungeon. Also a designer of bondage regalia and dungeon wear, J has authored several short stories and novels. Somewhere in the Midwest, at this very moment, J is devising an ever more painful way of pleasuring you.
