“Brennon, Brennon, Brennon,” James said, shaking his head. When he looked up, his eyes were a bit more protruding, letting his son know he was getting truly angry. “Our families are well known in this city for being a certain kind of people. Respected. Accomplished. Dignified. Are you having some sort of mid-life crisis or something, son? I mean, really? It’s Katy, son! Katy! Richard’s daughter! Melanie’s cousin. Remember when you took them to school? Huh? When you drove them to the fair? When Katy would spend the night over here and your mother would have little tea parties with them? Brennon?”
“Dad, look,” Brennon said, thinking he saw his father’s point. “It’s not like there was something going on between us back then. Really, I didn’t even look at Katy like a woman until a couple of years ago, maybe, if that.”
“How did it happen, Brennon?” Richard asked. “How long? Huh?”
Brennon thought about it for a moment then explained how he and Katy got on so well when everyone was last over to their house. He admitted to having been romantically involved with her for months.
“Well, where is she staying, Brennon?” James asked, feeling like he couldn’t get through to his son. “Will you tell me that? Apparently, she hasn’t been talking to her parents for the last couple of weeks.” The man cleared his throat, clearly about to bring up something sensitive. “Brennon, answer me honestly. Is Katy staying with you at your place?”
Brennon paused, hesitant to answer. Based on what he heard and now had seen of his and Katy’s families reacting to their love affair going public, her living with him probably wouldn’t make things any better. “Yes.”
James slammed his fist into the desk. “Brennon, this is foolish! Damn foolish, son!”
Brennon raised his voice, arguing with his father as he headed down the hallway. He made his way toward the front of the house. It’d been a long time since a woman captured this man’s heart the way Katy did. Politics, as they called it when Brennon comforted her that night she came to stay with him, weren’t enough to get in the way of that.
Brennon decided to take the longer, street route home when he left his father’s house. The man had been standing on the porch when he pulled off. Brennon looked up, into his eyes, then ahead. Since then, he’d been riding down tree-lined streets with the radio down at a low volume. He took in his surroundings; the neighborhood’s busyness. He vividly remembered he and Katy talking about keeping their romance a secret. While the secrecy surely, and obviously, helped things move along smoothly; however, naysayers wouldn’t be enough to ruin it. One thing was for sure: there was a certain new kind of sunshine in Brennon’s life. Even after a few tense minutes with his father, he looked forward to Katy hopefully being home when he pulled up at his apartment building.
Downtown faded in the background as Brennon crossed over the interstate. His phone vibrated in his pocket, prompting him to dig it out. It was Melanie calling. Anytime was as good as now to talk to her. “Hello?”
“Hey, Brennon, it’s me, Melanie. How are you?”
“I’m okay, Melanie,” Brennon said, anxious about what his little sister was about to say. “And yourself?”
“Doing well, Brennon,” Melanie said. “Doing well. Okay, so you probably know why I’m calling. I wanted to call you last week, but I had to get my thoughts together. As you probably know, I’ve been hearing things and I guess I need to hear them from you, maybe, or maybe you need to clear stuff up.”
Brennon swallowed. “Okay, so what is it that you want me to clear up for you?” Even for a man, he felt vulnerable.
“Brennon, is there really something going on between you and my cousin Katy?” Melanie asked.
“Yeah, we’re seeing one another, Melanie,” Brennon answered. “We’ve been seeing each other for a little while now. She’s actually staying with me, just so you know and you heard it from me.”
“Oh,” Melanie said, clearly a bit surprised. “I see.”
“Yeah,” Brennon said. “She’s not really feeling like staying at her parents’ right now so I offered her to come and stay with me. You haven’t talked to her?”
“No,” Melanie said then sighed. “I sent her a text message like last week, but I never got a response.”
Brennon nodded as he turned a corner. He now rolled a winding road crossing through a park. “Oh, okay. I’m surprised. So, Melanie, I just came from Dad. I’m sure you talked to him and already knew that. You’re calling me right after I left. So, guess I might as well hear it from you too, right? Katy’s parents hate it, as you probably could figure. Richard probably wants to kick my ass now, but oh well. And Dad is, as you already know, pretty pissed off about it.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Melanie said. “Well, what I actually wanted to say Brennon was that I support you all’s love.”
“Really?” Brennon asked. “You and Melanie grew up pretty close, Melanie. You don’t have to pretend to be okay with it if you’re not.”
“It’s not about if I’m okay with it or not, Brennon,” Melanie said. “It’s just not about that. I’m not going to shun you two. And, honestly, knowing Katy, you two could actually be good for each other honestly.”
Brennon chuckled. “Yeah, it seems that way. I will say that.”
Brennon talked to Melanie until he pulled up in the parking lot and into his spot. He smiled when saw Katy’s car. “Okay, well, I’ll tell her to text you back. She’s probably scared that you are upset or mad or something about it. I don’t know...she didn’t bring up that she got a text from you. But, thank you sister for supporting us.”
Melanie said her last few things, one of them being how she would have a talk with her, then hung up. Brennon grabbed his bag then headed upstairs. He listened intently when he stepped into the apartment. He noticed the silence, figuring that Katy was probably lying down. “Hey, it’s me!” Brennon announced. “You sleeping?”
“Hey!” Katy shouted, her voice a bit somber. “I just got here. In the bedroom.”
Brennon chuckled, dropped his bag, then headed to the bedroom. There he found Katy lying in the bed, with her diary and a pen lying next to her. She put her pen down into the book then closed it. She smiled, but clearly wasn’t her usual chipper self. “Hey, how are you?”
Brennon approached the foot of the bed. “I’m good. What’s up? And don’t tell me it’s nothing, because I can tell. You look like you had a worse day than even me. I went over to my Dad’s today.”
“Huh? Yeah?” Katy leaned up, ready to listen. “What happened at your dad’s?”
“Katy, I told him we’re staying together,” Brennon said. “He got pretty ticked off when he asked me if we were seeing each other. And, as you can expect, he too thinks it’s a horrible idea. He even started shouting at me and asking me if I was having a mid-life crisis and all that.” He shook his head. “From the sounds of it, he’s been talking with your father.”
Katy looked away with shameful eyes. “Oh, has he? Well, I can imagine the conversation those two had. Politics.”
“Yup, politics,” Brennon said. “Melanie called me when I was on my way over here.”
“She did?” Katy asked. “I never texted her back.” She sighed. “I didn’t know what to say, honestly. I didn’t know how she would react. I just wanted to get my stuff when my parents weren't at home then come over here and move on for a while. I have an aunt and one of my uncles, who never calls me, has called. I can only imagine what they’re saying. They’re really acting like we’re related.”
Brennon undid his tie then threw it to the side. “Yeah...and that it’s all about how it looks.” He shrugged. “Oh, well, they’re just going to have to get used to it. I don’t know what to tell them.”
Katy rested on her knees on the bed while she watched Brennon finishing undressing. Her lips curled into a smile as she admired Brennon’s defiant attitude. She could tell by how he moved on with the subject that he didn’t care about his reputation or about his social
standing with regards to some of the groups he took part in with her father. He was content enough to go against his own father – a man he respected so much – in the name of loving her.
Katy knocked her journal, in which she’d been channeling her feelings, to the floor then grabbed Brennon’s wrist. “Come here,” she told him.
Brennon smirked as he followed his lady’s lead. He crawled into the bed and positioned himself gently on top of her. He looked into her eyes for a long few minutes. Then, shortly after Katy placed her hands on his cheeks, they started kissing passionately. Brennon ran his hands up and down Katy’s legs. She had changed into sweatpants when she got home.
“I love you, Brennon,” Katy said.
Brennon smiled, moving a stray clump of hair out of Katy’s face. “I love you too, Katy.”
Brennon’s urge to make love to Katy became so strong. Her scent drove him crazy; how she looked beautiful even in sweatpants and a t-shirt just couldn’t be explained. He kissed down her neck then lifted her shirt up. He chuckled under his breath at how Katy squirmed and kicked her legs about when Brennon gently kissed her stomach.
“Stop that!” Katy said, struggling to breathe and laugh. “Brennon! Okay, okay. Stop, seriously! You know I hate that.” She laughed.
Brennon pulled his head up from her exposed torso, laughing. “Hmm, hmm. I knew that would get you going.” He looked down at Katy’s legs. “Okay, let’s get these off.”
Katy cooperated to the fullest when Brennon started pulling her pants off. She smiled and giggled when he growled, tossing her pants to the side then kissing up and down her legs. She was pleasantly surprised when Brennon gently pressed her chest, signaling for her to lay back. He then lay flat on the bed, raising her legs up. Katy felt Brennon’s ears pressing against the insides of her thighs then his warm breath on her sex. Only seconds after this feeling registered did she feel his wet tongue slash about between her legs. She rustled his hair with her hands while her head cocked back and her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Brennon,” Katy said, running her hands through his hair.
Brennon chuckled but didn’t pull his head up. There was something about having his head between Katy’s legs that drop him wild. His manhood raged, anxious to make love to Katy. The stresses of their secret relationship were finally catching up with the both of them. There, in Brennon’s dimly lit bedroom, he orally made love to a woman he loved more than any of his passed relationships. Age had become just a number; their history – his relationship to her family – had become irrelevant. Brennon relished in the feeling of Katy’s thighs pressing against the sides of his face for the next several minutes.
Katy squealed. “Okay, okay!” she said, finally finding the strength to push Brennon’s head away from her sex. “Okay, Brennon!” She then looked up at Brennon pull his head up, licking his lips and looking into her eyes with so much lust and anticipation.
Brennon chuckled. “Hmm, hmm.”
Before Katy could say anything, she was overcome with Brennon passionately kissing her. She then felt her legs opening up, his body between them. Instinctively, she wrapped them around his back. Brennon moved a stray clump of Katy’s hair out of her face and smiled. “I love you, Katy. I really do. I mean that.” He nodded. “I love you and I don’t give a damn what our families say. It just doesn’t matter to me.”
Katy smiled, laying her head on the side of Brennon’s face. “I love you too, Brennon.” They kissed for a moment. “I love you too.”
The two lovers got lost in the throw of passion, rolling around on the bed. They kissed and wrestled at the same time. Katy had never felt this way – so frolicky, in the bed with this handsome, older man. Several minutes later, both catching their breath, Brennon moved up between Katy’s legs one again. Katy smiled then felt Brennon pushing himself into her. She opened her legs nice and wide.
Brennon slowly slid deeply into Katy until he reached the end of his reach. Katy felt the stretch then smiled, wrapping her arms around Brennon’s upper back. The room filled with their lovemaking noises as Brennon built up to a steady stroke.
“God, this feels good!” Katy exclaimed. The ridicule, and perhaps shame depending on who was asked, didn’t mean anything.
Brennon made love to Katy in the missionary position for the next several moments. When he finally took a break from pummeling Katy, Katy gently pushed his chest, signaling for him to lean up. When Brennon did just that, his cock coming out of Katy, Katy gently pushed his chest still until he lay flat with his head toward the foot of the bed. Katy then wrapped her hand around the base of Brennon’s cock and straddled him for a moment until lowering down onto it.
“Damn!” Brennon said, putting his hands-on Katy’s hips. “You know I like this position.”
Katy giggled, but said nothing. She took a moment to get her barring’s then started to ride Brennon like there was no tomorrow. She was feeling extra wild – perhaps even rebellious. Soon enough, Brennon pressed his pelvis up, causing Katy to bounce up and down wildly. Her hair flung around, from shoulder to shoulder. The clapping sound of their bodies slamming together was oh so rhythmic – like music to their ears.
“Oh, Katy!” Brennon said. He then grinded his teeth. “Katy, I’m about to cum! You’re going to make me cum like this!”
A giggle slipped from Katy’s lips then she planted her hands firmly into Brennon’s chest and smiled. She then started riding him so hard that even Brennon couldn’t keep up with his own thrusts. Katy watched the way his eyes rolled back in his head. Then, his body tensed up, but she did not slow down the least bit. Less than two minutes later, Brennon held Katy by the hips and used every bit of his strength to bounce her up and down on his body until he erupted. He put his hand around the back of her neck and gently pulled her down to kiss him. They told one another they loved each other once again then lay down on the bed, Katy’s head on Brennon’s chest. They stared blankly at the bedroom window, both in post-ecstasy thought.
Brennon looked over at Katy and chuckled. Katy then looked at him with questioning eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” Brennon said. “Just thinking about something.”
“About what?” Katy asked.
“You’ve never really been the adventurous type, have you Katy?” Brennon asked.
“Um, well.” Katy thought for a moment. “Depends, I guess. Why?”
Brennon smiled, looking into Katy’s eyes then turned back toward the window. A humorous chuckled slipped out of his mouth. “Oh, no reason.”
Feeling the need to escape their daily lives was overcoming Brennon.
Chapter 12
“So, these are the Great Smokey Mountains, huh?”
Katy peered out the window like a child anxious to finally get to the destination. Brennon had just driven around the outskirts of Knoxville and was now on the major thoroughfare leading up into the smokey mountains. After going through a very rainy stretch of the interstate after Lexington, Kentucky, the swelling gray clouds had moved on. In their path, they left a majestic haze that hovered over the Smokey Mountains with streaks of bold sunlight reaching through and down onto the timber coating the mountainsides.
“Yeah,” Brennon said. “We came up here once, to Gatlinburg, when I was a kid. I wonder how it’s changed.”
Katy looked over at Brennon then placed her hand on his forearm. She smiled; her heart warmed then she turned back to the view. She couldn’t help but to admire the beauty of the mountains and how they reached into the background, almost seemingly endless. The blue hues in the distance – the “smokey” part of things – was almost too majestic to believe.
“Well, I will admit this is a nice surprise,” Katy said. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this.”
“And you’re sure the school doesn’t have a problem with you suddenly taking a few days off?” Brennon asked.
Katy shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t taken off much at all this year, so they’ll be
okay. I’ll take pictures to take back to the kids. I’m sure they’ll love this. Just think, a few more weeks, maybe, these might be covered in snow.” She closed her eyes in thought. “Just imagine how that must look.”
Brennon looked over at Katy then back at the road, chuckling. “Well, wait until you see Gatlinburg. I remember that night we went and got that dress downtown. I probably won’t be able to keep track of you when we get down into town.” He laughed and shook his head. “Better yet… Might just have to come back and find you, probably running around like a kid hyped up on candy.”
Katy turned to Brennon. “There’s really that much shopping?”
Brennon turned to Katy, looked dead into her eyes, then back toward the road ahead. He rested assured that his silence would be enough to hold Katy over until the road dipped between the sides of two mountains then into the beautiful, storybook-like Gatlinburg.
Katy and Brennon talked on and on as the traffic tensed up leading down into Gatlinburg. It cut through a massive strip of shopping, at which Katy looked out the window like a starving dog with its tongue out. Brennon laughed, often making jokes about her. Katy pulled up the cabin on her phone, anxious to walk through the doors. She had never stayed in a cabin, so this was certainly going to be something new for her.
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