by JJ Giles
“How adorable, Brian,” Randi cooed. “The girls call me Randi, baby, but the boys call me Renee.”
Instantly, she retreated into Brian’s protection feeling duped.
“Hermaphrodite, honey,” Brian explained. “A smart-ass hermaphrodite who gets his kicks playing with people’s heads.” Happily, he wound his arm around Randi’s shoulder. “But he even managed to screw that up. His tits are too small and he’s got a cunt that goes nowhere. No female reproductive organs.”
“I thought you said you were living together,” she questioned.
“For years. We’ve been best friends since elementary school.”
“But I thought he...” confused for a moment, “was your girlfriend?”
“In public, he was. Our parents were so anxious to join the Abernathy and Collins fortunes into a united force, they thought me and Cousin It would make a good match. It got ‘em off our backs at least for awhile.”
“You said you beat him up.”
“Yeah, the stupid son of a bitch. It wasn’t the first time I had to get medieval on his ass, either.”
“It was the first time he was actually angry, though,” Randi interjected, so very happy he was important enough to Brian to have been talked about to Brian’s girlfriend. “He pissed me off...leaving Abernathy and throwing me to the wolves. I could have scratched his eyes out. I had to marry that slut, Lividia Nocount, who went ballistic every time I put her panties on. But thank God, that only wasted a few years of my life. It only cost my father eight million dollars to get rid of her and reminded him I’ll fucking get married when I want to get married. So what do you say, baby,” he said coyly. “Brian said that after you got married, you might make me your pet.”
Easily, Morgan fell against Brian yet held to Renee. She had to laugh at herself. She had been so hurtfully jealous to think there was another woman in this world that could seize her Mouse’s attention, and it was this creature before her.
“I said no such thing,” Brian growled playfully. “I did however,” as he kissed the top of Morgan’s head, “tell him you might, just maybe, get your whip out for him.”
Coyly, she smiled, not certain where to go with this.
But Renee only moved closer to lay her head on Morgan’s shoulder and lick the diamonds at Morgan’s throat. “Help me, baby,” he pleaded. “Randi needs your help.”
“Shut the hell up,” Brian said quickly and pulled her head away from Morgan’s neck. “This wreck is absolutely uncontrollable. But we might have him over for dinner once in a while. I’m sure he would enjoy your dungeon. In fact, I wouldn’t mind watching you and Dad do him up.”
“Well, aren’t you just too full of yourself,” Randi sneered. Quickly, he turned back to Morgan. “Sisters? Brothers? Cousins? Anyone at all like you lurking around?”
Quite flattered, she smiled. “Were you interested in someone of the male or female persuasion?”
“What would I care as long as he/she/it wants me and impresses my father to keep that lovely little money tree watered.”
“Get a job,” Brian teased with a sneer.
“Baby, I have a job. I go to work every day.”
“A real job,” Brian teased. “Counting money isn’t a real job.”
“International trade negotiations is a pain in the ass job, my brother. I’m gonna do like Jerry and retire early. As soon as the old man kicks off. Or maybe I’ll just speak to Jerry about adopting me. I think he would, don’t you?”
Brian rolled his eyes and reached out for his friend, Morgan still on an arm.
“So you two are...?” she asked, still wrapped to the both of them, still horribly curious about the liaisons Brian enjoyed before she met him.
Brian bent to nuzzle her ear. “You want me to invite him to the penthouse tomorrow afternoon so you can watch him be disciplined, yes?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. Desperately, she wanted to watch her Mouse roar.
“You want to be gagged and bound...by the way, this is the guy with the syringes...”
A little leer raised her eyebrows.
“You wanna watch me beat him into ataxia and then I’m gonna put you in a closet so you can only hear me fuck him.”
“Damn it, no, I want to watch.”
“He’s got the sweetest little tits.”
She moaned. “Come about noon,” she prayed.
“I’m sleeping 'til noon. Be there at four,” Brian commanded with a kiss to Randi’s cheek.
Just then, Cherry grabbed Renee from behind and spun her around. Delightedly, Morgan watched, yet she clung to Brian. Her lips nibbled at his ear. “So she’s younger than me, has more money than me and It loves you?”
Brian held her a little tighter. “Honey, I’m sorry. All of that is true...unfortunately. She’s been talking about getting married since sixth grade, I think.”
“Then why didn’t you get married?”
Adamantly, he shook his head. “I lived with him all through college and two years beyond that. But having a smart-ass masochist in your face every day isn’t exactly living,” he whispered. “It’s a chore. He’s still my best friend, but I’m hoping like hell you can find him a woman who can beat him into ataxia every night and still look good on camera. I mean...even Cherry can only go there for so long, too.”
Delighted, she cupped her hands to his cheeks and kissed him passionately. “I’ll make that my first order of business as soon as we get back.”
* * * *
After the cake was cut and another round of champagne served, the MC mounted the dance floor. His voice so deep and unobtrusive, he whispered, “The bride will now receive those of you who were tossed aside for the groom.”
Morgan stood alone on the dance floor as she watched men line up with their wallets in hand. The first most anxious and eager of those tossed aside was JD Rockingham. She believed that when others offered a dollar for this pleasure, JD handed Brian a hundred dollar bill.
As he approached her, his expression exuded an embarrassed smirk. She held out her arms, a catty smile across her lips. Filled with exuberance, he gathered her up.
“What can I say?” he whispered. “You look happy and I’m very happy for you.”
“Thank you,” she whispered as she cuddled a little closer. “Not that you didn’t try to sink me, but I forgive you.”
He hugged her a little tighter. “The unsinkable Morgan McFaye,” he whispered affectionately. “Regardless, I hope you and Brian...and Jerry will be very happy together.”
“We will. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of you.”
“You will, girl. If not sooner, it will be my little Christmas bash.”
She smiled warmly, truly grateful he could replace the image of her as a hooker with someone he could accept in his own circle. “We’ll definitely be there,” she offered with a little kiss on his cheek.
The next in line chatting with Brian was Bryant Abernathy. With overwhelming happiness he approached her and gathered her tightly. A little sloppy, a little drunk, he said, “You can’t know how happy we are to have you around. What I thought would take years for Jerry to recover hasn’t even seemed a blip of discontent.”
“He’s a very important and crucial part of our lives,” she said sincerely. “So are you.”
Heavily, Bryant sighed. “I love you, too,” filled with overflowing warmth. “I know life with the Abernathy family isn’t exactly...”
“Everyday shit?” she said laughing. “But I’m a fast study. Brian’s ex-girlfriend is coming for a little visit tomorrow.”
“Cousin It?” he snarled. “If nothing else she’ll keep you entertained.”
Easily, Morgan laughed. To be accepted into this family like this swelled in her heart.
“To see Jerry and Alex back together again gives me hope.”
“Oh, yeah. Are you telling me there’s an unrequited love in your heart?”
“We’ll talk sometime,” he whispered. “The truth is if it wasn’t for Alex none
of us boys would know what love and affection are. And if it wasn’t for Jerry, who can do battle with demons and cast them down, I don’t know that any of us would have lived.”
Feeling his insecurity, knowing so much more about the Abernathys and the terrible struggles they survived, she hugged a little tighter. But Bryant was a little too drunk to hold a thought for long. He remained staring unabashedly into her. “Jerry says you have a recipe for mulled wine that can cause even the cherubim to tumble from on high.”
Laughter burst out of her and she turned her head a little to smile at Brian. “I think it has more to do with the way I serve it,” she said ingratiated by Brian’s assessment. Quite the siren, her fingernails walked up his chest to pinch his chin. “If you’re a good boy, one of these nights I’ll turn you on.”
“Oh, baby, you are sweet.” He forced her lips to his for a passionate kiss.
The next in line was her maid of honor, the rich blue gown blowing around her legs. Her features were dismal, a little pout to her lower lip. She dragged toward Morgan with reticence.
Morgan laughed. Morgan grabbed out for her and pulled Cherry’s breasts against her own. “Just because I’m married to your brother doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cherry mewed. Anxiously, she gathered Morgan’s lovely ass in her hand. “It rather sucks, though. Brian always got the good ones.”
“Oh, you are sweet,” Morgan whispered as she hugged urgently at Cherry. “You remember the part about the cat's being away?”
Sadly, Cherry nodded. “With a little friendly persuasion, or maybe I’ll have to kick his ass Bryant’s gonna get the boys together every Friday night now.”
Tenderly Morgan kissed her and then stared into her. “I want you with us,” she said vehemently. “You’re not only Brian’s sister, you’re my best friend...and lover.”
Tears flushed into Cherry’s eyes. She buried her face to Morgan’s neck. There was no reply for that, only the tightest of hugs to express the urgency she felt to the very depth of her heart.
Cherry no sooner parted from her than there stood Jerry and Alex. Their arms around each other, Morgan peered up at them feeling their serenity. “I am so happy for you both,” she whispered.
But there was no reply, nothing verbal anyway, as Alex hugged tighter and Jerry pulled them both to his chest. Tightly, he held to them crushing them in his embrace. Tenderly, he laid his cheek on Morgan’s head and whispered, “We’ll see you Monday morning at the airport.”
And then came Dan and Caroline. Morgan, her smile broad, opened her arms. “I didn’t see you two,” she said happily.
“Ah, we skipped the reception line and went for the food,” Dan said softly.
“I’m so happy he invited you.” She nodded to Brian to join them. Quickly, Brian stuffed the cash in his pocket and joined them, one arm around Morgan, the other around Caroline.
“We wouldn’t miss this,” Dan said with a smile. “I can only imagine what your social calendar is going to look like but I hope you can save a few evenings a month for us.”
“We can do that,” Morgan said quickly. “But you...” Her fingers walked up Dan’s chest, “...owe me.”
Dan burst into a soft laughter, a little ashamed that he attempted so valiantly to break them up. “You’re right, Morgan. I do.”
Her hand strolled down his torso and collected around his balls. Flirting shamelessly with him she commanded, “So when we get back, be prepared to do penance. I think...” her eyes narrowed a little to ponder, “...you’ll have to be tied to the chair and forced to watch me fuck your wife.”
It burst out of him, animated his entire body to think of it. “That sounds like punishment.”
“Good enough for me,” Brian offered with a heavy sigh. “So...our place or yours, and maybe a Sunday here and there. The Grand Dragon is definitely looking forward to your wife. ”
“So are we,” Dan said wistfully. At least every other Friday, a little of Brian belonged to him. “Congratulations.” He led his wife off the dance floor to leave Brian and Morgan together.
“So I guess you’re in the mood to do a little wife-swapping?” she teased.
“I was thinking more along the line of submissive-swapping.”
“Ah...he turns you on?”
Nonchalantly, Brian shrugged. “Those ones that are kinda new to it get so excited by every little thing. Something as ordinary as champagne.”
Her face lit with excitement. “And Caroline’s little nest went up in smoke?”
“It took a while,” Brian purred. “But I was hoping next time it could be mine.”
* * * *
A limo snaked through the crowd into the grass and stopped by the dance floor where Brian and Morgan had spent most of the evening. Jerry stood by with a bottle of champagne, Alex with two flutes, delirious that the only disaster included Cheryl. Brian hopped onto the hood, thanked the crowd profusely for their support, hugged his parents and then slipped into the back seat with his bride.
The quiet, finally alone with her was what he really wanted. Not so carefully, he spilled champagne into the flute she held, she giggling to watch his drunkenness.
“I won’t live long enough to get enough of you,” as he chinked her glass.
“I love you so desperately, and this has been an incredible day,” she sighed.
“Everything I ever wanted,” and held his lips to hers, his tongue gently brushing her teeth.
“Are Alex and Jerry okay?”
Brian smiled. Better than he could have imagined. “Yeah...but I’ll have to deal with my incubator when I get back.”
“Of course. But I hope you understand your mother doesn’t harbor any fond affection for me. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Love me, love my woman,” he whispered. “And that will never happen. I’ll get her an apartment and make sure she has food. After that, what can I do?”
Morgan hesitated. “I don’t know. We’ll have to think on it.”
* * * *
The party grew even louder, the youngest of the guests stone drunk. Alex and Jerry sat aside ignoring the wanton stare of their sister. But Jeannine was not about to be deterred. Defiantly, she grabbed a nearby empty chair and invited herself to their table.
“So...Jeannine,” Jerry started. “How’s the climate in England these days? All those aristocrats churning out daughters for your husband by the boatload?”
“Jerry, you always were a snake in the grass, and I see that even your advanced age hasn’t made you want to get up and be a man. Surely, you know I had to attend this little blasé affair to tell you that that tripe you put out there on the television was the most shameful thing you’ve ever done. Screwing your daughter-in-law, huh?”
Alex was already loaded for bear, and wanted desperately to unload on this one. But Jerry grasped his hand tightly to restrain him. “Yeah...Dad would not have approved, would he?”
“Daddy would put you right back where you belong,” she snarled to remind Jerry of what she thought of as her father’s respectability and authority. To Jerry, it was only cruelty.
“But Daddy’s dead, dear,” he said sarcastically. “And while he would happily put me back where I belong, he would have never noticed...or cared...how many times your old man gets caught in someone’s bed and ends up on the cover of some rag with his panties down. If you recall, dear, Daddy,” quite sarcastically, “never believed that you of the fairer sex had enough brains to bother with and you pretty much proved that to be true. He gave you enough money to travel the world, find yourself a husband. But I will give you credit for your sense to upgrade after every divorce and turn that original dowry into a comfortable stipend.”
“You magnanimous bastard,” she hissed.
Out loud Jerry laughed. “That’s the second time I’ve heard that tonight and you know what? You’re right. And I’m gonna tell you something else, sweetie. Since I was eighteen years old I was never allowed to care about anything but
this fucking family. While the rest of you have been out partying and playing and thinking you’re living some kind of life, it’s been me in the hot seat making sure the money keeps rolling so that you people who don’t lift a finger can collect your dividend checks while I’m having heart attacks. The only one of you that’s been right there with me is Bryant. I’m sick of this family, Jeannine. I’m sick of the responsibility of traipsing after you and making sure what you’re doing isn’t tarnishing the family’s image. I’m fucking sick of the image, little girl.”
“I have a suggestion,” Alex interrupted to get Jerry quieted down.
“Anything, my love.”
Cattily, Alex peered at his sister. “Put her in the choir loft and let her be responsible for the image.”
Jerry burst into laughter and grabbed a napkin to wipe his nose. Jeannine fumed.
“You’re both assholes,” she snarled.
Cherry watched from the distance of the front door to the back door, ready to play. Quickly she dashed to throw herself into her father’s lap. “Jeannine, darling, how have you been? You really must come to my place on St. Maarten and bring your husband. Did you know he has a thing for women with whips?”
“You fucking little trash heap,” Jeannine whispered glowering. “You’re no better than your mother.”
“Au contraire, my dear. I’m much better than my mother, and I proved it to your husband about an hour ago,” she said laughing wildly. “That little birthmark on his ass is the cutest thing!” She cocked her hip and pointed to her own. “Hey, Walt, baby.” Wildly, she leapt from her father’s lap to snag her ‘uncle’, only a few years her senior, again.
Jerry and Alex watched with amusement as their sister’s countenance dwindled from abject rage into horror. Without remorse, Jerry laughed out loud, the entertainment value in this quite priceless.
“And another thing,” Jerry started with his rage fully returned but under his control. “You’ve never given my children the respect they deserve, and I’m not putting up with it anymore. That’s what you get for it,” he said as he pointed to Cherry. “And that picture of all eight of us taken a little while ago to preserve for posterity our image and the idea that we are a united front will be the last if you don’t shape up. This family is a train wreck, we barely speak to each other and I’m sick of pretending like we have any respect for each other much less true affection.”
