by Lacey Thorn
She had only been twenty-one three years ago when she had run from home, and this was her first trip back. Her father was ill. He wanted to see his Raggedy Andy, the name he had called Andy since she was a little girl. Her mother had called and informed her that it was her duty to come home and see her father. Her mother, Claire, had despaired of her youngest daughter long ago, choosing to spend her time and effort on Chloe, who was always the perfect lady. Andy was more likely to be outside causing trouble. She had refused to wear dresses or kerb her wild ways, and eventually her mother had left her alone. Something she had always thought she wanted until she got it.
Her father, though, had always babied her. He was fond of telling her that only a dog wanted a bone. He said that a real man wanted a real woman, which is a woman with curves built for a man to embrace. When she had left, he had sent her to his sister, Carmen. Through Carmen she had learned all about what made her tick as a woman. And she was a woman, with a real woman’s needs, regardless of what had failed to happen with Bryan. However, she had received quite the education in the past three years.
Andy took a deep breath and opened the car door. This was the moment that she had both looked forward to and dreaded, coming home. Her mother stood framed in the doorway. Andy was more than aware that she had always been a disappointment to her mother, and she was sure that wouldn’t change. Her mother wouldn’t like her sex kitten image any more than she had the tomboy one. She still wore her jeans, but now they rode low on her hips showing all of her belly, including the red ruby ring that pierced her belly button. She wore a peasant style black shirt that tied just below her full breasts and left a lot of her creamy flesh exposed above her bra. She only prayed that her mother wouldn’t look hard enough to notice the faint outline of the tattoo she had on her left lower shoulder. Then again, wasn’t that part of the reason she had dressed this way? If she and her mother were sniping at each other then they wouldn’t have to face the bigger issues that they had been hiding from for years.
On her feet were 3” black ankle boots which matched perfectly with the cowboy hat she perched on her head. Why, it was almost a given that a girl needed a hat in Texas. She wore long gold hoops in her ears, and her hair hung in curling waves to her rear. She had almost put it up but decided at the last minute that she wanted to feel the wind blowing in it as she drove. With another weary sigh, she slammed the door to her shiny red convertible and headed to the stone walkway that led to the front porch.
She was still a good three feet away when she heard her mother’s gasp of probable horror. She couldn’t keep the grin from her lips.
“Why hello, Momma, it’s so good to see you.” Andy smiled at her mother as she came into the house. Her mother just looked at her with wide eyes trying to take in everything at once.
“Good Lord! What in the world have you done to yourself, Andrea?”
“I’ve grown up. I’ve lived. I’m very happy with my life, Momma. I’m so glad that you asked.” Andrea was waiting for her mother to make a sassy comeback just like she always did. But it didn’t come.
“Well, it’s good to see you anyway.” Claire said and for the first time Andy snapped out of her own perceptions and really took note of her mother. Claire had aged, and her once perfect hair now looked as if she ran her fingers through it constantly. She had always seemed thin, but now she was almost frail with it, as if a good wind would blow her away. It seemed that more than just Andy had changed in the last few years.
“Your father is on the back porch resting.”
Andy relaxed and smiled with ease for the first time since her arrival back home. She couldn’t wait to see him and tell him about how she was. He knew what Carmen was and exactly what lifestyle she led. He was the one that encouraged Andy to go to her. At the time, all he had said was that Aunt Carmen would help her find herself. She most definitely had. Still smiling at her mother, she moved through the kitchen and out the back door to the porch that wrapped around the entire house.
Her father sat on the porch swing. He looked older than she had ever imagined him looking and worn out. He was thinner and his hair was all grey now. She had only been gone for three years. It was amazing how much a person could change in that amount of time. He must have heard the screen door close, because he looked up at her before she even took a step towards him. His eyes were bright with tears and the sight of them made hers tear up as well.
“My own little Raggedy Andy. I’ve missed you, baby girl,” Joseph said.
“Daddy,” Andy hurried to him and fell into his arms on the swing. He held her close, and she was frightened by the lack of strength in his arms.
“Daddy, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you let Aunt Carmen and I know that you were sick?”
“I wanted you to enjoy yourself, Andy. I know what you think of this town and the people in it. I know the memories that coming back here will bring. I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t ask it of you unless I had to.”
“Nothing is more important than you, Daddy. I would face anything for you. And this town holds no power over me now. I know who I am, and I’m okay with that.”
“You look beautiful, Andy, absolutely beautiful. You remind me so much of your Aunt Carmen.”
“She misses you too. I still don’t understand why she wouldn’t come with me.”
“Carmen has more of a reason to hate this town than you do, Andy.” Her mother spoke quietly from the doorway, and there was sadness in her eyes that Andy had never seen before. “Your room is ready for you. We’re having company for dinner in an hour, so perhaps you would like to change.”
“I already have a room in town. And I’m fine with how I’m dressed now, Momma.”
“What do you mean that you have a room in town?” Her mother looked hurt at Andy’s words. “You’re welcome to stay here, of course. Tell me where you’re booked at and I’ll take care of it for you.”
“No, Mother, I’ve already taken care of it. Aunt Carmen still owns a house here in town. Since the previous renters moved out several months ago, I plan to stay there while I’m in town. It has an office that I can use for my work.”
Her mother gave another weary sigh and shook her head. “My daughter the writer. When do you plan on getting your head out of the make believe and actually living your life? You need to grow up, Andy. You should be more like your sister. She and Bryan have been married for three years now. Bryson started pre-school this year, and little Amanda Rose is just the most perfect little girl. Only two years old and already such a perfect little lady.”
Oh, yes, Bryson, the child that her sister was already pregnant with when Andy was supposed to be the one marrying Bryan. Little had she known that the woman he had been seeing was her sister. But did her mother blame Chloe or even Bryan for that? No, somehow that was all Andy’s fault as well. And hell, maybe it was Andy’s fault. But bottom line was that her sister and Bryan seemed happy and Andy had moved on.
Andy thought of the erotic romances that she wrote under a pseudonym and grinned big. She actually made quite a good living writing full time. Her books sold quickly and well. Her mother would faint at the explicit words that she used in her writing. It would almost be worth it to tell her the truth. But her mother had never asked or taken that much of an interest in her work, and Andy certainly wasn’t going to volunteer it.
She was sure that Chloe and Bryan would be there for dinner. It would be interesting to see who else her mother had invited. It was only the best of people for her mother’s little dinners. All in all, it would be a very interesting evening. She hugged her father again and murmured just loud enough for his ears alone, “Let the fun begin.”
Andy stayed on the porch after her mother nagged her father to go in and clean up. She would never understand how those two had ended up together. The memories flooded through her mind as she sat in the silence of the farm. She could hear the horses in the corral just in back of the house. She had always enjoyed riding. Where her sister had been taught English saddl
e, Andy had often gone off bareback. Most of her childhood had been spent hiding out from her mother. She remembered following her father around the small farm asking to help. He had accepted her without question, teaching her everything he knew about horses and breeding.
Maybe that was where her sexuality really began to turn. There was nothing like watching a stallion cover a mare. The sex was raw and powerful, natural. The mare would be hobbled so that she couldn’t move and cause injury to herself or the stallion. Her neck was protected against the fierce bite of the stallion. Still it was an experience. Just thinking of the wildness of sex made her pussy weep for her ex-boyfriend Jordan Mitchell.
He had been her first lover and a truly dominant man. He had taught her the incredible power of letting go and giving someone else the responsibility for your pleasure. Jordan had enjoyed tying her up and fucking her hard. He was the one who had talked her into the belly piercing. She had discovered with him her need for pain as well as pleasure. In fact, it was the slight burn of pain that brought her extreme pleasure. She enjoyed the hard spank of his hand on her ass. The way he would pinch and bite her nipples until they were red and flushed with her excitement. He had taught her the joys of anal sex. There was something animalistic about the feel of a hard cock buried deep in her snug back entrance.
When Jordan’s best friend, C.J., had visited they had indulged in a ménage. It was one of the best memories she had. They had tied her face down on the bed with pillows beneath her to help keep her hips elevated. They had played for what had felt like hours before removing the pillows so that C.J. could slide under her. He had held her against his body while Jordan worked his cock deep into her tight ass. Then it had been C.J.’s turn to work his cock into her now extremely snug pussy. She remembered the exact moment that C.J. had buried his big, hard cock fully inside her. They had all groaned at the sheer pleasure. Then they had fucked her until she screamed her throat raw. It had been the best night of her life. They had taken her twice more that night taking turns with her pussy and ass, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Jordan had mentioned once how he would love for his brother, Jack, to be there too. Just the thought of three men at once had brought her to another orgasm. C.J., she never did learn his full name, had been gone when she awoke the next morning, and two months later Jordan had left as well.
She missed Jordan a lot. He was ten years older than she with jet black hair and dark blue eyes. He towered over her at six foot-two and, although he was an accountant, he had a great body that showed no signs of sitting behind a desk. He had made her feel feminine and desirable. He had loved her big breasts and lush ass. And she had fallen in love with him.
C.J. she had lusted for. He and Jordan had grown up together. C.J. was blond with blue eyes. He wore his hair just long enough to make one think of a Viking warrior with his powerfully built body. She wasn’t sure what exactly C.J. did for a living, but it sure kept him in good shape. She had never met Jack, had no idea if he was an identical twin to Jordan or what, but the opportunity wasn’t there now anyway.
It was the slamming of the door that brought Andy back to the here and now. She looked up and met the green eyes of a little boy who looked so much like Bryan that he could be none other than her nephew Bryson.
“You don’t look sad to me.” He said with innocent surprise and when she realised what he meant Andy burst out laughing. So they still thought she begrudged them the happiness they had found together. Then again, she had never taken the time to tell them that she was okay with how everything worked out. It would definitely be an interesting dinner.
“You must be Bryson. No I’m not the least bit sad. And I’m so happy to finally get to see my nephew.”
“Daddy said that you might be uncomformitable and when I ast my mommy what it meant she said it just meant that you were sad. She wasn’t happy with my daddy then. He wasn’t supposed to say that in front of me. He keeps forditting that I have big ears.”
Andy laughed out loud. Her nephew was very precocious. “Ummm. Well… It’s very nice to meet you Bryson.”
“Mommy said that I could call you Aunt Andrea. But I heard Grampy Joe call you Andy. So what do I get to call you?”
“Well, what would you like to call me?”
“I like Aunt Andy.” His eyes widened when he noticed her belly ring. “That is soooo cool. How did you get that in there?”
“I had a friend do it for me.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Just a little,” Andy laughed as she remembered all of the margaritas consumed after her piercing and just how erotic Jordan had found it. “But it was well worth it.”
“Wow. You have really big hoops in your ears too. Did that hurt?”
“No, not at all. I’ve had my ears pierced a long time, since I was about your age. They only hurt if they get caught on something.”
“Ohhh…”
“Bryson, there you are. You need to get in the house and wash your hands for dinner. You haven’t even greeted your grandmother yet.”
Andy looked up at the sound of her sister Chloe’s voice. There was Chloe in all her perfection. Her blonde hair was in place around her face. She had her make-up done in such a way that it brought attention to her green eyes and high cheek bones. She was wearing a pale pink summer dress that fell discreetly below her knees to about the middle of her calf. Her pale legs were covered in pale hose and her feet were adorned with pink pumps. She was the perfect picture of a wife, and Andy had never felt better in her life. She had always hated the perfection of her sister, but now as a woman, she could appreciate the effort her sister took with her appearance.
For the first time, there was no anger or jealousy when she looked at Chloe. It didn’t matter that Chloe was everything that her mother and most of the town thought was perfect and wonderful. Andy had discovered who she really was, and now she felt only love for her sister. The life she had always thought that she wanted was now the one thing she was most grateful that she didn’t have. She would die in the role of sedate little wife. But her sister seemed to be flourishing in it.
Andy walked to her sister and wrapped her arms around Chloe for a great big hug. “I’m so happy to see you, sis. You look fabulous as always.”
Chloe was so taken by surprise that she couldn’t say anything. Andy didn’t know if it was the way that she was dressed, her hair, her belly piercing, or the fact that she had dared to touch and possibly muss Chloe. It was sad to realise just how much distance there was between them. And most of it was her fault. She was the one who had left, the one who had all but ignored Chloe’s calls and letters. But it had been hard then to face the fact that Bryan was happier with her sister. Now she could look back and see the truth.
Hooking her arm through Chloe’s, she pulled her sister back into the kitchen with Bryson right behind them. Chloe didn’t say anything to her, seeming beyond words at the moment. She shook her head and pulled her arm free of Andy’s. She grabbed Bryson’s hand and hustled him ahead of her out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and to the stairs, stopping to take her daughter’s hand along the way.
Andy watched her sister lead the children upstairs and knew that they were heading to the play room where they would eat their dinner with Carly. Carly had been with the family since before Chloe was born. When Ms. Claire, as Carly referred to Andy’s mother, had children, Carly had taken over as nurse maid and nanny. Claire was not exactly the picture of a mother. To her, children were to be seen and only heard when she wanted to listen to them, which was not that often. Children were not allowed at the table until they were fourteen. It appeared that little had changed.
Shaking her head, Andy headed to her father’s den and the bar. Bryan was already there with another gentleman deep in discussion. He looked the same as always. Bryan had always seemed tall to her at 5’11”, but he didn’t seem all that much anymore. His blond hair was kept short and neat, and his blue eyes were so pale that they seemed dull. She thanked God once again for keeping
her from marrying him. She would have been miserable, and he would have been too.
His eyes widened when she entered and headed towards the bar.
“Good, Lord, Andy is that you? What?” Bryan seemed completely startled speechless by Andy’s exposed abs complete with belly ring and the amount of chest she had left exposed. Not exactly the way she used to dress.
“Why, hello Bryan. It’s so nice to see you again.” Andy stopped to pat him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar for a drink. “Can I get either of you anything to drink?”
Bryan’s lips moved in a way that reminded her of a fish. Trying to keep from laughing at his shock, Andy focused on the other gentleman in the room. He was taller than Bryan, maybe 6’3” with sandy brown hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes. He was very muscular and looked good in a pair of casual dress pants and polo shirt. Her mouth was watering just looking at him.
“You must be Andrea. I’m Jackson Williams. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Andy laughed at the twinkle in his eyes. “Not what you expected, huh? And it’s Andy, not Andrea. People who know me call me Andy.”
“Well, then, Andy, how about a scotch.” Jackson moved towards her across the room while she poured his drink. She poured a martini from the already made pitcher for Bryan before pouring herself vodka with cranberry. When she turned with the drinks in her hand, Jackson was right in front of her.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he said, before removing his drink from her hand and then taking Bryan’s as well. His body brushed against her, and she could feel her nipples tightening. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had done it intentionally.
Clearing her throat she asked, “So what do you do for a living, Mr. Williams?”
“I’m a developer. My partner and I own a construction company. We buy land, develop it, and then sell it off to the highest bidder.”
