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The Truth About Nikki – pt8

The Truth About Nikki – pt8 – Back in the game.
Note: I have changed the names of the men that I dated from the time that I moved to Seattle and thereafter. These diary posts are intended to tell my story, not to embarrass the men whom I have spent time with over the years.
Life is an amazing adventure, and the way each of our minds sort and file the information and sensations that flow into it is so varied. To one person a certain series of events is terrible yet to another it is like they had won the lotto. This is how I was beginning to feel about my life working for Kevin. I was earning so much more money than I would have ever dreamed possible and I found that many doors were open to me. I found myself buying my son new clothes and toys instead of sorting through boxes at the Salvation Army store. I could now go to those stores where Kevin bought me those beautiful gowns and pick out nearly anything I wanted. For the first time in my life I had enough money to buy some purely luxury items. One of the first things that I wanted was a car of my own. This was more of a symbol to myself that I could now leave whenever I wanted to. When I told Kevin of my plan, his response was one of approval. He said he knew just the guy to set me up with wheels. Once down at the car lot I was shown a lot of different cars, but my eye kept drifting back to this mini-van, which is what I finally chose. Now all I had to do was get a license. Michael and Kevin spent many hours each sitting next to me gritting their teeth as I learned the fine points of driving until they both finally told me that I was ready. The next afternoon I passed my driving tests and brought my new van home. Which is what it was beginning to feel like, home.
In my minds eye I was beginning to live the “good life”, I was earning plenty of money, enjoyed my “job” which is more of a personal vocation than anything else, had a beautiful, healthy son, and was doing great in my college studies. As time went on I found that I was having dates not four to five days a week, but six days and sometimes at night too. When I asked Kevin about my increased work schedule he said that it was because I was being requested. To be honest, it made me feel great about myself, knowing that these men were asking for me by name, I felt a bit like a star because of it.
Before I even realized it, my son had turned four and I was getting close to getting my degree in college. I had now been dating men for Kevin for almost three years. It was then, in the early summer of 2001 that I again sat down and quietly contemplated my life and where I wanted it to take me. I had been dating men one at a time or doing the occasional group of men at private parties for so long now that it had become second nature. I had some hard decisions to make because if I wished to pursue my dreams, I was going to have to leave this safe environment and move to Seattle, Washington to complete my college goals. During this entire time Kevin would always spend at least one night each week in my bed. I asked him if he spent time with all his other ladies like he did with me. His reply surprised me because he said that I was his favorite little slut and that he only spent time with me. I had always assumed that he screwed all of his ladies from time to time, but he said that he always tried out his new girls a few times just to make sure it was fine pussy, but that was normally it. He went on to say that he had a thing for me from that very first night when he and I had first fucked at Ray’s house in Corvallis. I asked him why and he said that from the very fist time he had fucked me he had always had this fantasy that he was breeding me. Instead of being shocked or surprised, his fantasy made me feels so very sexy and desirable. I realized right then that every time he had mentioned planting his child in me while we fucked, I had experienced huge orgasms.
From the moment that Kevin had told me of his secret desire to impregnate me, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I would fuck him so hard when we had sex after that that we would both be exhausted when he had finished, his fantasy had somehow become mine. When I finally whispered in his ear one evening that I would bear his child if he wanted me to, he flatly refused. He said that he had never bred any of his girls and wasn’t going to start mixing his seed at his age. His refusal stung me, but I couldn’t quite rid my mind of the thought of bearing Kevin’s child.
Kevin had become what I considered my only family. He was the only adult that I had ever known who had taken the time to talk to me, to offer advice and explain all of the options of each possible avenue. He had always supported my goals of an education and getting out of the business. He was my mentor and friend while still maintaining his position as my master and pimp. I sometimes felt like I was planning to runaway from home when I made my arrangements to move to Seattle.
I continued to work for Kevin right up to the moment that I had to move. I had paid my tuition at the college and had located and rented a house in Seattle, now all that was left was moving there. I had talked to Kevin several times about this and he was totally supportive of my goals. So when the time finally arrived in the fall of 2001 to move, he and Michael loaded my van with our meager possessions. I said my goodbyes to Anna, my one and only friend. I knew that she would be safe and well cared for but it was still hard to leave her behind. She and Michael had become more involved than just being a driver and a hoe in the last couple of years and now that I was moving away she was moving in to his apartment. Kevin knew that I had a considerable stash of cash which would carry me through for quite a while, but he gave me a notebook with a lot of names and numbers of men in the Seattle area that he promised were safe to date. In fact he told me that I had dated several of them over the years and then went on to explain what my rates should be for my services. It shocked me to learn what Kevin had been getting for me all this time. It was no wonder that he could afford to provide our apartment free to us; he had been keeping almost 75% of every dollar I brought in. This news didn’t upset me; the amount of money just shocked me.
My move north was uneventful and my apartment was everything it had been advertised as. Seattle on the other hand was a huge shock. It is such a huge area, comprised of so many separate communities that have been absorbed over the years that I found it very confusing to find my way around at first. Our apartment was only ten miles or so from the college, yet I found that it took an average of forty minutes each way. It was also a lot more expensive than Portland had been and was chewing away at my bankroll at a much faster rate than I had expected. I was by no means near dire straights, but it did concern me. The thing that affected me more than any other problem in my life was the loneliness. It was as if I was back under my mother’s roof again. I had forgotten what it was like to be totally alone night after night. After having Anna for so long, I found myself frequently falling into a sort of depressed stupor and it scared me. I decided that I had to find an outlet for me to again rejoin life again. One evening in March of 2002, I found my outlet, the small notepad Kevin had given me. I slowly flipped the pages as I planned my escape from my doldrums.
My plan was to “date” one gentlemen a week, just to give me a sanity break from the monotony of my life which consisted of school, school work, spending time with Trev, doing the housework, then doing it all over again. So on the 20th of March, I sat down and dialed Kevin’s phone number, because I desperately needed his guidance in this matter.
The second that I heard his deep gravely voice; I felt such a deep need to feel his touch that I almost broke down, yet I somehow kept it together long enough to explain my plan. He told me that he shouldn’t have given me the pad in the first place because it wasn’t my place to call the john and that he would set everything up for me, all I had to do was enjoy. I felt such relief at his taking charge again; it was as if a ton had been removed from my back. We continued to talk for such a long time and I hated to hear him finally signoff and hang up. It was only then that I realized that my panties were sopping wet and my heart was pounding like a drum. It had been slightly over six months since I had last entertained a man between my thighs and I realized that I desperately needed that feeling again.
The next afternoon when I got home with Trev, the message light on my phone was blinking. I gave Trev a snack and punched the play button. It was short and sweet, Kevin had passed my name and number around to a few of his best local clients, all I had to do was wait for a call. I felt a rush of sexual excitement rumbling in my belly that I hadn’t felt in such a long time and I realized that I missed that feeling so much.
Three days later I got the call. I didn’t recognize the voice but he spoke as if we knew one another and we quickly made plans for that very evening. My hands were trembling as I hung the phone up and I felt that tingle begin to twitch in my belly. My mind was racing as I called my neighbor to sit Trev for the night. I wanted this so bad, needed it, yet I still heard that little voice from deep within my head saying “I thought we were done with this”, I totally blew it off as I rushed down the hall to shower and change.
I drove into the parking garage and followed the signs to the arranged level and slowly ambled around until I found the parking area that he had told me to park in, slipped into a slot and got out. As I hit the door lock button on my van, a car started at the end of the isle and drove up beside me and stopped. The window slid down and the dark 40ish gentleman inside asked “Nikki”? When I said yes he quickly got out, came around and opened the door for me. It was flattering, and it gave me a chance to size this man up a bit. He was about 6 foot; maybe 190 pounds, not overly handsome but he had a natural smile and a sexy twinkle in his eyes. As I stepped forward to slip into the car he told me that I smelled wonderful and gave me a sensual soft kiss on my cheek. I fully expected to drive straight from the parking garage to one of the motels that dotted this area of town around the airport, but he surprised me by turning north on the freeway and diving into traffic. We drove and chatted for a few minutes before I asked our destination. He calmly remarked that he had made me dinner at his place. I was stunned, no man had ever catered to me before, and here was a man who not only had made me dinner, he was taking me to his home. I kept trying to place this guy; he seemed to know me yet his face was a blank to me. All I could think of was that he had been with me one of those nights in Portland when I wasn’t in a position to see exactly who was servicing me. We spent the twenty or so minutes talking about my school, the weather and other such mundane subjects. Even with this dull conversation I felt the sexual tension slowly building between us as he would roam my body with his eyes and I kept sneaking peeks at his crotch hoping to see some sign of a tent pole pressing against his trousers.
His modest home as he had described it turned out to be a huge 3-story home overlooking the ocean. I was in awe as he turned up the drive and drove directly into and open garage and shut the car off as the garage door closed behind us. Henry came around, opened my door and guided me into a beautiful foyer. The smell of food filled the house and Henry remarked that we had arrived right on time. I followed him into the kitchen, which was the size of my apartments living room and began pulling kettles out of the side-by-side ovens. As he dished our plates up right out of the kettles he asked me to light the candles on the dining table. He had the table set, wine carafe with several bottles chilling with ice, rolls, salad, and even filled water glasses awaited us. The dining table was easily capable of having 20 people but only the 2 end places were set, the head and the position just the right of it. I had just finished lighting the candles as Henry brought our plates in and sat them before us. He pulled my chair for me and as I was sitting down he gently kissed my neck.
His treatment of me was having such an effect on me. When I had stepped from my car I felt like my old self, a horny little slut out for a night of nasty sex. But now I felt like a beautiful woman who was being seduced by a wonderful gentleman, and it was really getting to me too. Henry served our salads and wine and we began to eat our food, yet my mind was already concentrating on what he had in store for desert. Our chairs were close enough that our knees kept brushing each other’s and each time we made contact I felt a twinge of excitement shoot up my spine. About half way through the main course I could take it no longer and I slipped my left hand under the table. I found his knee and gently ran my fingertips down his thigh until my knuckles brushed against his crotch before changing direction and returning my hand to his knee to begin the sexual torture again. After my third or fourth circuit up his thigh, I heard a low moan escape his lips and looked up to find his eyes full of lust and staring directly at me. I leaned over the corner of the table and met his lips in what I thought would be a simple little kiss, but instantly became an all out embrace with his tongue probing deep into my mouth. I could feel my panties filling with my sex even before we broke our embrace that first time.
Henry moved around the table and pulled me back into his arms and began kissing and exploring my body with his hands. I was leaning back against the table, and as we kissed I found myself sitting on the table, legs spread, and Henry standing between them. As he bent to kiss me again I placed my right hand on his swollen crotch and felt another rush of excitement flush through me as I found his cock to be fully rigid within his trousers. I fumbled with the zipper of his pants a bit before finally getting it completely down and was so pleased to find his cock right at the opening of his boxer shots. His hands were busy as well, he had expertly unzipped my dress and as we broke our embrace he slipped my dress over my shoulders and it fell and bunched around my hips. I pushed Henry back a step or two, stood up and allowed my dress to slide from my hips and fall to the floor. I hooked my thumbs in my panties but Henry stopped me by placing his hands over mine, he wanted to take control now so I stood there as he slid my panties down my legs and I lifted each foot one at a time to allow him to remove them and my shoes. He slid his hands up the back of my legs slowly and I felt the ripple of sexual desire burn through my spine. He leaned forward and ever so gently placed a kiss on my pussy before pushing me back onto the table and spreading my legs. He ran a line of soft kisses up my leg from my knee to my pulsing pussy then back down the other leg. After his second or third time doing this I was squirming and could readily feel my sex leaking from me. Henry looked up at me with a devilish grin on his face and asked me how I liked being teased like I had teased him. I could only think of one thing to say, “Take me please”. Henry stood and dropped his trousers, leaving his boxers to hide his cock from my view while he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie. My attention was riveted on the growing wet spot forming near the elastic band of his boxers. I almost dove from the table and tore his briefs from him but he finally bent forward and slipped them off revealing his manhood to me. Henry’s cock was beautiful in its hardness, about 7 inches, perfectly proportioned, with a wonderfully pointed tip, which had a two-inch drool of precum dangling from its tip. I made a move to get off the table and take his cock in my mouth but Henry pushed me further back onto the table and slipped in between my legs instead. As he positioned himself I gently guided his throbbing cock into my hungry pussy.
It felt so wonderful as Henry pressed himself into me; it had been so long since I had felt a man within me, that I instantly felt a climax building deep in my belly. With my hands on his hips I found myself pulling him into me with total abandon, Henry sensed my need and began slamming his cock into me hard and fast. The combination of his hard fucking, the sounds of the wet smacking every time he thrust into me, and the musky smell of our sex pushed me off the cliff into blissful orgasm. I gripped him close as my body bucked beneath him, relishing every wave of orgasmic pleasure flowing from my pussy, up my spine, and flooding my brain. Henry was slamming himself into me with such intensity that I never had a chance of recovery before I felt another climax building within me. I was gripping Henry’s back, tugging his hardness into me, feeling his muscles pulse with each and every hard thrust of his cock into my womb, I wanted this, needed this, and realized that I had been missing this so much. I was short of breath, my orgasm was beginning to burst within me, but I managed to whisper in his ear that I wanted his seed within me. As I surrendered to this climax, gripping his thrashing body to mine I felt his body tense, then his muffled grunts as he planted his sperm, deep within the folds of my womb.
I have always loved the way that a mans body changes after sex. They are so hard and firm during sex, every muscle taught as steel, yet even as the last few squirts of his semen escaped his cock his bodies relaxed, becoming so soft and feminine, if only for a few short minutes.
Henry remained on my chest, breathing hard into the crook of my neck, his soft cock still twitching within my soaked pussy. It felt so good, the weight of a man upon me, his warmth within me, and the smell of his sweat in my nostrils. I would have been happy if he had remained there for hours, but after just a minute or so he started to roll from me, but I wasn’t done with him yet so I rolled with him, keeping his soft tool swimming in my flooded pussy. I sat up upon him, and asked if he had enjoyed that as much as I had, all the while, squirming my hips and feeling his wonderful cock inside me. Henry asked if I had really enjoyed it and I told him that if he didn’t believe my words, I would show him how much I loved fucking him with actions. With that, I slipped from his belly and slid down toward his beautiful sex covered cock. I had just had my first taste of the wonderful mixture that we had made when Henry asked me to twist my ass toward him. This wasn’t an unusual request, a lot of men that I had been with liked to finger play with my used pussy after they had filled me their sperm, so I turned around, almost knocking over my wine glass in the process until my ass was right beside his body. As I slipped Henry’s cock back into my mouth he did something that no john had ever done before, he slid his head under and between my legs, then pulled my hips down and began licking and sucking my dripping pussy with passion. I tried to concentrate on Henry’s cock but he seemed to know exactly where to lick and what to suck to make a woman explode because I did just that within just a few short minutes. As I was recovering from a bone cracking orgasm Henry slipped from his position beneath me and stood beside the table until I recovered. He gently held my hand as I slid from the table then handed me my wine glass freshly refilled and waved us from the dining room.
I followed Henry across the living room and out into the cold evening air of his balcony overlooking the water. I was instantly shivering because of the sweat covering my nude body. Henry pulled me to him and said we wouldn’t stay long, but he loved the cold shock after a truly wonderful fuck like we had just enjoyed. I sipped my wine, rested my head on his chest and let my other hand seek out his gooey cock and gently began stroking him. Henry chuckled and said that I was everything that had been advertised as and more. My interest peeked I asked him what Kevin had told him about me, and stood back just enough to watch his face as he answered. Henry never hesitated, he looked me directly in the eye and explained that Kevin had told him that I was not only a damm attractive woman but that I was also a totally unabashed slut who enjoyed all things sexual and worshiped black cock with every fiber of her being. I stood there for just a moment, waiting for him to continue and when he didn’t I took a sip of my wine, looked back into his eyes and asked if that was all of it. Henry took a slow sip of his wine, slid his hand down my back until it rested on my ass and said that the only other thing Kevin had told him was that I was probably the best fuck that he had ever had and that at this moment in time he had come to the same conclusion. I was taken aback by this statement a bit but I felt that I had to come back with something so I told him that he shouldn’t make such a statement after only one sample. Henry instantly chuckled and smiled as he pushed himself from the railing and aimed us back to the sliding doors of the deck. As we went inside he said that I must be a mind reader as he had been thinking that maybe we should take another shot at it too if I was ok with that. I turned, again cupped his cock in my hand and told him that it would be my pleasure to tend to his sexual needs.
Henry guided me toward the staircase and as I followed him up the stairs I watched as his semi-hard cock bounced and swung from side to side as he climbed. Just watching it made my juices begin to flow again and I realized just how much Kevin truly knew about me. Because just seeing Henry’s cock made my belly quiver and my pussy get wet. I wanted to touch it, hold it, and yes suck it. As soon as Henry had led me to his bedroom, I took action. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled him toward me, as his hips came within reach I pulled him close and engulfed his cock in my mouth. It was almost hard already but very cold after our being outside in the freezing weather. Henry moaned softly, rocked his hips into me and told me that he loved the way I sucked cock. I bent my head back and looked up at him only to find his eyes tightly closed as he began humping my mouth as I continued to suck his cock to full hardness. I would have enjoyed the pleasure of finishing him in my mouth, but he gently pushed me off his cock within a few minutes and pulled me to my feet before sweeping the covers down on the bed and guiding me back to it. As I slipped to the middle of the bed I swept one of the pillows up and stuffed it under my hips, aiming my pussy upward toward him. He wasted no time bounding in between my legs and plunging his harness into my slippery pussy hole. His first entry had been tentative and gentle, not this time; he shoved his cock fully into me and began pounding me with hard, fast and deep strokes. My heart began to race as his hard fucking was hitting all the right spots. It felt so good to feel a man fucking me with such abandon that it was impossible for me to push off my impending orgasm. I came hard, gripping his strong back while he continued to drive into me without breaking his stride. This kept me at my peak for what seemed like minutes. Before I became aware of my surroundings again. Henry was grunting into my ear like a steam engine, hammering my hole like a madman and sweating profusely. I was still out of breath myself and could feel the beginnings of yet another climax already building between my legs, my hands were still clutching his hips, automatically pulling him into me with each powerful stroke. I felt the overpowering need to bring him to fulfillment. I began begging him in between raspy breaths to fuck me and fill me with his seed before again falling over the cliff into another body racking orgasm. As this climax waned I found Henry right in my face, head pulled back, eyes closed, grunting deep in his chest and lurching into my womb with every ounce of strength that he had as he emptied his balls deep within me. He finally took a big gasp of air and rolled from my chest onto his back, he was spent and so was I. We lay there together, side by side, sweating and gasping for what seemed like many long minutes before either one of us could move. I drifted in the wonderful world that is called afterglow, something that I hadn’t realized until tonight that I had been sorely missing for these many long months since my move north and decided right then and there that I would not go this long without it again.
When I had decided to go on this “date” I had assured myself that it was just going to be a once in a while thing, just to tide me through until my life finally solidified. I was wrong, I needed this and had no intention of giving it up again soon. That decision made, I began thinking about this man who I had spent a wonderful evening with. Henry was an obviously successful man; his words and actions told me that he was also a very educated man. Why then, would a man such as this treat a slut me with such complete respect as he had done? Men who bed women for hire rarely kiss, never ever go down on them, and never take them to their homes, yet this man had done all of these things. Was he naive in this world of sex for hire, or was he just a real gentleman, or both. I was pondering this subject when I felt Henry place his hand on my sweat-streaked belly.
I opened my eyes to find him turning around, positioning himself in a 69 position over me. He pulled my knees back up and without a word, drove his tongue into my cum filled pussy and at the same time, rolled his hips toward my face, the unspoken command to suck his cock. I had had many men in my mouth, but I found it very difficult to suck his cock while he was so expertly tonguing my pussy. Henry was rolling his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. Using my hands, I began gently rubbing the spot between his tight balls and ass, adding just a bit of pressure every now and again. The taste of our sex on his cock was soon replaced with the taste of Henry’s fresh pre-cum and his cock stiffened back to its full hardness. I had to suddenly pull my mouth off of his cock when his expert tongue job pushed me into another orgasmic fit. With this I closed my legs to deny Henry any further chance to interfere with me and guided his cock back into my mouth and he began slowly fucking my mouth again. He quickly built up a rhythm that had me gasping for breath around his swollen cock and his balls pressed tightly to my face each thrust. He was now truly fucking my face, I had no control, especially when his hands found the sides of my head and held me tightly in place beneath his thrashing cock. Just when I began to completely run out of air he pressed fully into my mouth and exploded. As soon as his last spurt of semen splashed against the back of my throat he pulled out and knelt beside me, breathing hard but smiling down at me.
I sensed that the evening was done, a feeling that was reinforced just moments later when he suggested that we shower. Henry was the first into the shower and the first out because I needed to make a stop at the commode before I washed. When I walked downstairs wrapped in a towel, Henry was already there, redressed and waiting for me. So I quickly dressed and found him sipping wine in the kitchen. As I took the offered wine glass, Henry began talking. He explained that he wasn’t good with women in an overall way, that he craved women sexually but had never developed a need to have any other kind of relationship with one. He apologized for the sudden end of the evening but that he felt that we were at an evening end. Then he handed me a sealed envelope, which I slipped into my purse, deciding to open it after he had returned me to my car.
The ride home was pretty quiet, we made a bit of small talk, but it was obvious that now that his needs were filled, I had become basically invisible to him, I was a used condom to be disposed of now, nothing more. I wasn’t upset at this treatment; it was actually the first normal thing that had happened this night. When I stepped from the car in the garage Henry mumbled a low ‘g nite’ and then drove away. I stood there in the chill of the garage for a moment before getting in the van, starting it up, and locking the doors. I flipped on the dome light and opened the envelope that Henry had given me. It contained more cash than I had expected and a note. I unfolded the note and found that Henry had given me a complete 3-month schedule for my services and a short note with his cell number if I should have to reschedule for any reason. It made me smile because it was more like an office memo to employees than any kind of sexual note saying ‘hey, lets get together on this day and have some fun’.
On the way home I thought about my life again in an overall aspect. On one hand I was a smart, educated woman with a sincere desire to have a professional career, raise my son to be a good honest man, and to maybe even find one man to devote my life too. Yet here I was, driving south on I-5 with the sperm of some man whom I had barely met staining my panties. A man that I had not only sought out and willingly sold my self to, but who I had enjoyed fucking. I had told myself that I was done with the business when I left Portland, that I was going to go straight, yet here I was. Was it that I had been conditioned to this existence by my years of providing sex without regard to feelings or emotional ties, or was it due to something within myself, which made me crave the physical act of sex? I finally decided that I didn’t know the cause of my actions, but I couldn’t muster the slightest amount of remorse either. I had classified myself a slut after that first night with Ray all those years ago and decided that maybe my first impressions had been right and decided for the moment to leave it like that. I was a slut, I was happy, I was satisfied for the moment, and as long as I enjoyed being who I was, I was going to go for it.
My next Diary post will be The Truth About Nikki – pt9 – The Game of Life

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Taking Ownership

This story involves reluctance, BDSM, pain, humiliation and GAY group sex. If you don’t like this sort of thing, please don’t read it or vote on it. This story is set back in the dark ages. You know. Before high speed internet and smart phones. But after video cameras.

Vicky loved her Man and Wore her Moccasins.

They was a time went I needed to take on work away from home. I would leave early Monday morning. Stay at my brother’s house all week and drive home on the weekends. He was renting a place on Hampton beach. At that time Hampton beach was a good place to go looking for women wearing moccasins

Beware the bull

This is the first story I’m posting here, and it’s the first chapter of a new series, so I hope you all enjoy it 🙂

Seduction of a white boy part 3

This is a true story; it is the third story that I written about my sexual experiences as a boy, if you want some background, you may want to read my two previous stories.
Again, about me. I was born in Europe, when I was 3 years old my parents moved to a Latin American country where I was raised. Must of the population are dark skinned, not black, more like light to dark brown, I am white…. like milk.
That afternoon as I was walking out of school I saw them, there they were, the two shoeshine boys that have fucked me the previous week in the janitor’s room at the school, they were standing just outside the main gate looking at me with a grin on their faces, I felt embarrassed and I am sure I was blushing, I felt like hiding but it was too late, they have seen me and as soon as I walked out the main gate they approached me, again with a grin on their faces, I hated that.
“Hi” one of them said, I responded looking at the ground “Hi”, and then he said, “How about a game of marbles?” I raised my head and looked at him and said, “I don’t have any”, and as I was going to start walking away he grabbed my arm and said, “That’s ok, we have some, come on”. At first I didn’t respond and with out letting go of my arm he said, “Oh, come on” Being 12 and smaller than they, who were about 15 or 16 felt a bit intimidated and when he started to walk still grabbing my arm I just walked with him without resisting.
We walked to the same place as the week before and kneeled down and the other boy opened his shoeshine box and produced a bag of marbles, the same beautiful marbles with those beautiful solid colors and the ones that were transparent with flower petals inside, the same marbles that I had bet my body for the week before and lost.
With his finger he drew a circle, placed some marbles inside the circle and we started to try to hit them out of the circle. That went on for about ten minutes, by then I was feeling comfortable and having a good time.
One of them was right next to me as we played and the other was on the other side of the circle in front of me. And then is when the one next to me said, almost whispering, “Would you let us?” I knew what he was asking and since it was my turn to hit the marbles I just continued with out responding, a minute went by and he ask again, “Hey, what do you say, would you let us?” I was silent and he continued, “Come on, I know that you liked it” and “What do you say?” I still was silent but he kept the pressure on, “Look, you liked it last time and you are going to like it again”. I must admit that I was warming up to the idea, and besides, he was insisting so when he asked one more time, “What do you say?” I nodded, “Yes”. He looked at the boy in front of us a nodded, ”Yes” to him. They knew they had me.
Immediately they picked up the marbles and the shoeshine boxes and we started walking into the school grounds and in the direction of the janitor’s room. I felt horny and nervous as we walked and as soon as we arrived they closed the door and without saying a word I started to undo my pants, dropped them to my ankles and out of them, the boy that have asked was behind me and he pulled my briefs down and I stepped out of them, I bent over the working bench and with his right feet he pushed my right feet to open my legs even more. And then I felt his cock between my buns, he had applied saliva and he started to work it inside me, it hurt and I moved, he applied more saliva and continued trying to get in me, and after a minute or so he was, he started to fuck me slowly and at one point a turned my head and saw the other boy watching. I started to enjoy it, just last the previous week, but even more this time. A couple of minutes went by and then he took it out and his friend took his place, I knew they were going to take turns again and I didn’t mind that at all. The other boy was in me and I was fucking me a bit harder, The first boy had a longer cock, maybe as thick as his friend’s but definitely longer maybe and inch and a half longer, at the time I didn’t rationalized it but I knew I liked the longer cock. They changed places again and this time he was taking his time and I realized that I was truly enjoying it, I liked his cock, it filed me and then he stopped pumping me and while grabbing me by my hips he said, “You do it” I didn’t understand at first but then he moved my hips and I understood, he wanted me to push my hips in and out of his cock, he was standing still with his hands grabbing my hips while I worked his cock, I was giving him my buns freely for his cock to enjoy them that went on for a couple of minutes and then he grabbed my hips, went deeper into me till I felt his pubic hair and then he moved my hips from side to side and said, “You do it” and now I was pressing my buns while he had his cock deep in me and I was, as instructed, moving me buns from side to side, and I was enjoying it, at that time they could have done anything they wanted with me. He started to pump me again and again and after a while with one solid push he went deeper than before hold me tight and he came. I was waiting for his friend to do the same but he had placed a chair behind me a sat on it and grabbing my hips said, “Come” I looked and he was sitting with his erect cock waiting for me to sit on him. He was in me right away and he said, “Do it like this” he grabbed my hips and showed me what he wanted and now I was going up and down on his cock, that went on for a while, I have never been fucked like that and I looked down and my little cock was hard, in the open, giving me away for them to know that I was enjoying the fuck they were giving me and then he pressed me down and grabbing my hips with his cock deep in me he started to move my hips from side to side, just like his friend did while I was bending over and he said, “You do it” and I started to do it, at the time that was for me the ultimate act of submission, he was grabbing me by my hips with his cock deep in me and I with out his help I was moving my hips from side to side rubbing my buns on him and he made me do that for a good three minutes and then he started to move me up and down hard and then he sat me on him holding me tight and then he came.
I started to get dressed and they waited for me by the door, as we walked out the room and into the school grounds on of them said, “Tell me, did you liked it?” I was not embarrassed by the question, he had asked an a way that I felt like we were friends and I felt comfortable saying, “Yes” and we all smiled at each other and he said, “You see, I told you”.
We arrived at the front gate and we said, “Bye” and as I was starting to walk away from them I heard, “See you next week!”
As I was walking home, still feeling them, I realized that I liked the fucking they gave me more than the first time, and even although I was not ready to accept it as a done deal, inside me I knew they were going to fuck me again.

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To save her Daddy’s life

“You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean,” the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map on his computer screen. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating the deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.
“The weather office reckons the storm will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be minus ten and wind gusts up to 50mph. Up in the mountains minus 40 and gusts over 80. It’ll be with us for about three days. Maybe three feet of snow”
Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to a overseas university. He had intended to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.
A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had used the sale proceeds from his house to buy an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists around the mountains on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight-seeing.
Early on he realized he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year.
This didn’t concern him; he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean, he met a lot of different people, a few were difficult but most shared his thrill of being in the mountains.
“Don’t worry Daddy,” his daughter gave him a hug. “We there are lots of other things we can do.”
He looked her. 17 years old, an elegant, confident young woman, but he could still see traces of child he had known all these years. He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her after she was born and their bond had grown ever since.
He had divorced her mother after 10 years of increasing acrimony, but Vicki bore a strong resemblance to the stunning beauty he had married 20 years ago. Her mother’s long elegant legs and slim figure, but Vicki’s wavy dark hair, flowing six inches below her shoulders showed some of her father’s influence.
At the small mountain airport there was no sign of the approaching storm. It was a brilliant, warm early autumn day, not a cloud in the sky and almost no wind. Vicki was wearing a light skirt and blouse while Jim was in a shirt and shorts.
Joe, the air traffic controller controller saw the look of disappointment in her face.
“Look Jim, you could do a quick trip to the glacier.40 minutes each way, 20 minutes for a walk around, you would have well over an hour’s safety margin.”
Jim was very safety conscious and didn’t like risk. But he saw the gleam of excitement in Vicki’s face. “What the heck,” he thought, “I won’t be seeing her for more than a year.”
They took off. The elderly Cessna had skis fitted for landing on the glacier and had been checked by the air mechanic overnight. Jim had been worried by some occasional slight misfires in the engine.
“Injectors mate,” said the mechanic who Jim hadn’t met before.”I fixed them so you’ll be fine.”
The Cessna climbed quickly and the brilliant panorama opened out. Below were bright blue mountain lakes, ahead the high peaks of the main divide. The sky was still clear and the sun glinted off the snow on the higher peaks.
They flew up the glacial valley. The mighty river of ice had hewn out out its valley over countless millennia. The steep rocky walls of the moraine towered on either side. At its widest the glacial walls were over half a mile apart. As it inched down its 12 mile length the glacial surface varied. In steeper places there were jumbles of ice and dark blue crevasses could be seen, but in other places it was almost flat. A light covering of powder snow from the first falls of the season gleamed in the sun.
Jim landed on the highest flat area of snow covered ice.
They got out, felt the warmth from the sun and felt exhilarated by the pristine landscape which they had to themselves.
“Watch out Daddy,” Vicki shrieked as his back was turned. Too late, the snowball hit him in the back. The cold snow penetrated the thin shirt he was wearing.
“This is so lovely,” Vicki walked over to him and put her arms around her father’s neck.”I’m going to miss all our times in the mountains together.”
“And I’m going to miss you so much Daddy.” She hugged him tightly.
He put his arms around her shoulders, felt the tears welling in his eyes and couldn’t say anything for a minute as they held each other.
“Come on madam, time to get out you of here.” He smacked her on the bottom. “That will teach you to throw snowballs.”
They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet feet above. Once there they could see the enormous black clouds of the approaching storm over the ocean. Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.
“Shit,” he thought, he noticed that same misfire. Vicki without his ear for the engine didn’t notice. But she did notice when the engine cut out completely for a few seconds before spluttering into life.
“Daddy what is it?” Her eyes were wide with fright.
“Injectors. That fucking mechanic.” cursed Jim.
A minute later, another cut out. Jim’s mind was made up. He couldn’t risk the 40 minute flight, he would have to land on the glacier.
“Joe,” he called on the radio to air traffic control, “I’ve got an injector problem, I’m putting us down on the glacier. Can you get David to come and pick us up.” David was the only other pilot at the small airport qualified to land on the glacier.
Joe shut his eyes in anguish.”Jim, David’s gone fishing. We couldn’t get him here inside two hours and by then we’ll be snowed in. We won’t be able to get you out until the storm’s over in three days”
Jim stroked Vicki’s knee. “Looks like a boring three days with your old man.”
“OK Joe, we’ll be fine. I’ve got the tent, sleeping bags and enough food and fuel for a week.”
Vicki was very anxious, but felt a little better knowing they had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the day before.
“Sweetheart, we will have a bit over an hour before the storm. We’ll be busy.”
“I love you Daddy, I know I’ll be safe with you,” giving him a hug and a tender kiss on the cheek.
There were a couple more misfires before he landed on almost the same spot as they had been half an hour before. They would have to take their chances out on the glacier. The valley walls were too steep for a tent.
They set to work with urgency. Although there were no sight of the storm clouds which were still hidden by the ridge, the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping.
Jim took a spade and started to clear the loose powder snow on an area about fifty yards from the Cessna which he had tethered to the ice.
Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane. They each had a parka, not snow parkas but at least they protected a bit from the wind. But their legs were bare.
After 15 minutes Jim had cleared an area down to the hard packed snow and Vicki erected the tent. It was a dual cover dome and she easily set it up as she had done so many times before. The tent was designed for Antarctic blizzards and both were confident that it was up to the task.
As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled snow into a rampart on the windward side, packing it as he did so. This was to provide some shelter for the tent from the icy blasts that were coming.
As soon as she had finished putting everything inside and setting up their sleeping bags Vicki picked up the other spade and joined her father. The first of the storm clouds could just be seen over the ridge. The wind was picking up and lifting powder snow from the ground.
Frantically they both dug. It suddenly became darker as the clouds covered the sun. “Ten minutes,” thought Jim. He could see Vicki was feeling the cold and told her to go inside and make some soup.
It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the strengthening wind. Jim was starting to shiver. The rampart was better than he thought they would be able to achieve, about three feet high, more than twice as wide at the base.
The height in the center of the dome tent was five feet and he had to stoop as he stood. Vicki had set up the two sleeping bags side by side, each on a foam plastic mattress. She was in her sleeping bag as she tended the soup on the burner she had placed on the ground behind her head.
The circulation was back in her feet. She had heated some water and bathed them with a flannel for a couple of minutes then wrapped them in half of the blanket before going into her bag.
“You look so cold.”
He took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms around him in a bear hug. Then she showered his face with soft kisses.
“I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Then she bathed his feet with hot water to bring back the circulation.
“That’s better,” she giggled as she kissed each foot. “Your feet are so ugly.”
He wrapped his feet in his half of the blanket and wriggled into his sleeping bag.
With the soup and their sleeping bags they both started to warm up.
“This is so snug. Did I do a good job setting up the tent?”
“You did wonderfully, Princess.” He stroked the side of her face. She held his hand there, then kissed it.
“This is so exciting.”
But Jim was gravely concerned. First he cursed himself for placing his daughter at such risk. Then he was worried about the cold. The storm had hardly started and the temperature would drop a lot more. Particularly at night.
The tent was fine. It was hardly moving in the strong wind. If they had true alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would be OK. But they only had their thin summer clothes and his sleeping bags were designed for lower altitudes where he always camped.
“If I’m going to be here three days, I don’t want this digging into me. No peeking.” Vicki sat up, turning her back to her father. She took off her blouse then her bra. Jim saw her beautifully straight back and just a hint of the side of her breast. She put her blouse back on, but when she turned to face him, Jim could see the outline of her nipples.
He didn’t know what to say.
Vicki never traveled anywhere without a book..
“Could you read this to me, the way you used to read when I was little.”
So he started to read. At first she cuddled up beside him, her arm across his chest. But after ten minutes she felt the cold on her arm and snuggled back into her sleeping bag.
Jim kept reading, but after an hour or so, he started to feel the chill.
“I’m starting to feel cold. Will it get much colder?”
“I’m afraid so, sweetheart. It’s time for Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B?”
“You’ll have to share a sleeping bag with your grumpy old Dad.” He looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be shocked.
But her face lit up. “Oh that’ll be just like when I used to snuggle in bed with you and Mummy.”
That was 10 years ago. Now she was an elegantly beautiful young woman. They had always been “touchy”in a fond, affectionate non-sexual way. They would hug tightly when they met, kiss each other’s hair and cheeks and sometimes an affectionate pat. But these were fleeting moments, now he was facing three days of constant contact. However, it was into one sleeping bag or freeze.
Quickly he rearranged things. He took her foam mattress to add to the insulation on the floor. Fortunately his sleeping bag was a one and a half size. Some of his tourists needed that and more.
Vicki was shivering by the time she wriggled in beside him. There wasn’t much room and he was aware of she shape of her body against him. She snuggled right down into the sleeping bag, her head on his chest, her arms around him, his around her.
He was very aware of her breath on his chest, of her firm bra-less breasts against his stomach, her bare legs against his.
“My legs are cold Daddy.” So he parted his legs and she slid one of hers between his. He realized that in her wriggling, her skirt had been pushed up to her waist.
He felt a warmth in his loins and a stirring of his penis as he stroked and kissed her hair.
“No, this is my daughter for heaven’s sake.” He forced himself to think of his last unfriendly meeting with his unfriendly bank manager. It didn’t solve the problem but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.
Gradually her shivering stopped and she wriggled back up the sleeping bag. He lay on his back her head on his shoulder. Her leg was no longer between his legs but lying across.
They were both enjoying the book as he read to her for a couple of hours. They chatted while Jim made some tea.
“Do you remember my fourteenth birthday party?”
How could he forget, a group of 20 fourteen year old girls who had just started to flower as young women and were boy crazy.
“You could have bonked Sandy, you know.”
“I know.”
He remembered Sandy well, very beautiful in a spoiled sort of way, very precocious and very up herself. She had come up to him at the party and rubbed her nubile young body against his. Jim had had to fight her off.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well 14 year olds aren’t my scene and certainly not Sandy. The way she talks it would have been all around school in no time. And her dad is a top lawyer with no sense of humor. There’s a crime called statutory rape.”
“We had a vote as to who was the sexiest father. Guess who won?”
“I hate to think.”
“You did, my handsome Daddy,” Vicki whispered in his ear.
“Big deal,” said Jim, but was tingling from the touch of her lips.
“Guess who I voted for”
“Vicki, I really don’t want to know.”
“You, my lovely, sexy Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. Her breath and the touch of her lips on his ear sent a tingle down Jim’s spine..
“Victoria, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
“You’re so warm and cuddly.” She kissed his face four or five times then cuddled, head on his shoulder, breasts against his chest, a bare leg over his..
The only distraction he could think of was to start reading again and for a couple of hours struggled to keep himself under control.
The storm was now approaching full force. The wind howled down the glacial valley. Their tent was firm, the top was buffeted but at ground level their tent was rock solid.
Something else was getting rock solid. Jim was in a quandary. The warmth and shape of Vicki’s body, her beauty and her affection and kisses had their inevitable effect. Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was on his thighs below his waist. Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.
“It’ll be dark soon. I’ve got to go out and check the tent.” He wriggled out of the sleeping bag and started to put on both the parkas.
Vicki watched, staring at his shorts.
“So that’s where the spare tent pole went.” She giggled, but then concern showed on her face as she heard the wind howl even louder.
She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his face and hands, but she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.
“Please, please be careful I don’t want to lose you.”
She sat up and put her arms up to be hugged. Jim bent down to kiss her cheek, but somehow Vicki’s face moved and their lips caressed. They looked into each other’s eyes.
“Daddy I love you so much.”
Another kiss, this time with a brief touch of her tongue.
He started to say something.
“Shhhh Daddy.” Vicki put a finger on Jim’s lips.
The cold hit him like a blast freezer. The heavy snow flakes were blowing across horizontally. He reckoned that with the wind chill factor it was at least minus 50. His legs were bare and none of his garments provided real protection.
“One minute at the most, or it’ll be hypothermia.” He started counting.
He crawled on his hands and knees. It was impossible to stand in the wind and the rampart gave him some protection.
He quickly did his circuit. The tent pegs were fine. A little bit of a build up of snow against the tent side but the rampart was working perfectly. With a few swipes of his spade cleared that small build up.
By the time he was inside his count was up to 100. His teeth were chattering and he was shivering without control.
Tears came to Vicki’s eyes as she saw him. She leaped out the sleeping bag to take off his parkas and trainers as his fingers were shaking too much.
This time it was his turn to snuggle into the sleeping bag his head between her breasts, his leg between hers. She hugged him tightly to her kissing the top of his head. She was crying.
“You are so cold. I was so worried. I thought you had died out there.”
With a combination of maternal instinct and love of her father she held his cold face to her blouse covered breasts.
In his freezing, painful state Jim nuzzled into her, taking comfort from the soft warmth of his daughter’s body.
Slowly he started to recover. Vicki put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms to hold him to her.
Almost fully recovered, he reluctantly left the comfort of Vicki’s breast and moved up the sleeping bag beside her.
He looked down at his daughter.
Some of the buttons on her blouse had come undone in their manoeuvres. Her left breast was fully exposed. She noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, her perfect nubile breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple..
“All your own work. Or at least half is your own work.” Looking at him steadily and doing nothing to cover herself.
Jim felt events were getting out of his control. He lay on his back and Vicki snuggled in. This time he was conscious that it was a naked breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was higher, almost to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.
Physically he was in heaven, mentally in hell.
“Vicki, Princess, I think we need to talk.”
“Shhhhhh, Daddy” she put her finger to his lips.
“Dinner time,” he said, buttoning her blouse and pushing her skirt below her waist.
Vicki heated the stew while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that she was originally in. He unzipped it and then cut down the seam so that it could be laid out flat. Now they had an extra blanket for the night.
After dinner they lay side by side facing each other. The size of the sleeping bag meant their faces were only a foot apart. They had there arms loosely around each other.
Vicki nudged her knee between his and without even thinking he let her thigh go between his.
“Vicki, your skirt spends more time above your waist than below it.”
“Well its very hard in a sleeping bag. In fact its a nuisance.” She did nothing to straighten her skirt
For two hours they talked. About the holidays they had together, about things at her school he knew nothing about, about his early life, about her plans for university.
As they talked Jim looked at his daughter’s face, thinking how beautiful she was, how much he loved her and resisted the urge to kiss her on the lips.
“Could you tell me some of those stories you used to tell, when I was little.”
He retold his make-believe stories from her childhood, about fearsome creatures: the nogard (dragon spelled backwards), the regit (tiger), noil and drib (Readers can work those out). As a child these used to thrill and scare her. Now she just listened in loving remembrance, hugging him tightly.
When he finished she whispered, “You have always been such a lovely, wonderful father.”
It was Jim who leaned forward and gently kissed his daughter on the mouth. Delicately she responded enjoying the sensation as he explored her lips. Then Vicki opened her mouth, he did the same and their tongues entwined.
Jim pulled back, his face a mixture of adoration and anguish.
“Shhh, Daddy, Vicki sighed. “I’m tired and want to go to sleep.
She rolled over so her back was against his chest in the spoon position.
“Vicki, your skirt is around your waist again.”
“Its a bloody nuisance.” She wriggled and took it off and threw it out of the sleeping bag. She was now wearing only a thin blouse and the scantiest of knickers.
“And you mister,” she said tugging at his shorts. “You take these off after the next time you go outside. They were freezing against my legs when you came in. In fact you should take them off now.”
But he didn’t.
Vicki went to sleep quickly. Jim’s mind was in a turmoil as her felt her warmth and softness against him, his arm around the front of her shoulders.
He thought about the situation with Vicki. He had always loved her, but that was as father and daughter. As her beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction. But he knew now that his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.
Was inevitable that he would give in? There were almost three more days of this. Perhaps it was the danger of their situation and isolation together, perhaps the warmth and beauty of her body, perhaps because they were constant intimate contact, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting lust?
But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final step. Somehow he went to sleep as the wind howled.
He woke with a start. Something was different, and he realized the wind was not nearly as loud, it was a lull in the storm. He noticed that other things were different as well.
He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter’s shoulder. Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his hand was on her naked breast and both Vicki’s hands were on top of his holding him there tightly. He didn’t know how this had happened.
He also had a rock-like erection which was hard up against the cleft between her buttocks.
He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficultly extracted his hand from Vicki’s breast. This woke her.
“What is it?” Then she noticed the lower wind noise. “Has the storm finished already?”
“No, its just a lull.” He had seen the weather map. “Without the wind to blow the snow across I need to check it’s not building up on the side.”
“Please, please be careful. Don’t stay out too long.”
He wriggled up the sleeping bag. Both Vicki’s breasts were on display. He paused, looking down, overwhelmed by her beauty. Vicki looked up, fear on her face as she knew how bad it was going outside. She put out her arms to him and quickly he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Of course Vicki noticed his erection.
“Don’t you dare lose our tent pole outside,” she giggled.
A lingering kiss of their mouths, a touching of their tongues.
He put on his pathetically inadequate clothes and went outside with the spade. The wind had dropped and the snow was falling heavily at about 45 degrees. “Count to one hundred,” he said to himself.
Again he crawled on hands and knees. The tent pegs were fine, but the snow build up was higher. Frantically he dug with his spade. His count reached 120 and even though the job wasn’t finished he had to go back in as his shivering and teeth chattering started.
Vicki was waiting with towels. She took off his parkas, his trainers, his shorts this time and led him quickly to the bag. Again he burrowed down inside. She drew the top over his head. She hadn’t rebuttoned her blouse and he buried his face into her warm firm breasts. She lifted her leg for his to go between. .
“Daddy, you stayed out for too long. I thought you had gone forever,” she sobbed.
She was horrified at how cold his loins were as they pressed into her leg. She put a hand inside his boxers.
“You’re freezing here.”
Jim was only vaguely aware of her intimate fondle. His brain was almost completely taken over by the pain and shaking from his freezing body. In survival mode all his instincts were screaming out for warmth.
As he recovered his rational mind came into conflict with his instincts. His rational mind said this is wrong. His instincts were reacting to his daughter’s body and warmth and touch, to her tenderness as she held him, to the increasing urge in his loins.
Instinct won.
As he warmed, his attention to his daughter’s breasts changed from seeking comfort to licking, kissing, fondling and nibbling. Vicki groaned and her hips moved. She held his head with one hand as she stroked her father’s penis and scrotum as his erection recovered. Jim didn’t object, in fact he assisted as she lowered his boxers.
He moved up the sleeping bag and their wonderful gentle kissing started again. He fondled her breasts, she stroked his face with one hand while delicately fondling his erection with the other.
Vicki pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs apart, astride his. Her beautiful face looked down at him, her long brown hair fell on either side of his face creating their own tiny erotic world. He could feel her breasts on his chest, her pubic mound, only covered by her knickers, on his abdomen.
Earnestly she looked down at him.
“Darling, darling Daddy.”
They kissed with wide open mouths, with their lips moving urgently, their tongues dueling. Her saliva ran into his mouth, he thought it was the purest nectar.
Vicki moved further up and lowered her right breast to his mouth. He licked and sucked her aureole, her hardened nipple. She groaned and her hips writhed a little.
Then her left breast. After a minute of shared bliss she moved down, he could feel her clitoral hood nudging the tip of his erection.
Her hips ground in as he put his hands inside her knickers and fondled her buttocks. Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her mother’s used to be.
But that image of his ex-wife, Vicki’s mother, brought him back to reality. He stopped.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful Victoria. I have to think.”
She moved onto her side, her back to him. She put his hand on her knickers and held it there. He could feel the dampness. She squirmed her buttocks into his erection.”
“Oh Daddy,” she sighed. “Why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard.”
He retrieved his boxers from the sleeping bag and after they had somehow calmed down they went to sleep.
Jim woke first next morning. He looked at Vicki. She hadn’t done up her blouse and her upper body was almost fully on display. He felt a conflict of guilts. Guilty that he had been so intimate with his daughter, guilty that he had taken her to the brink and unfairly had stopped. Guilt as he looked down in adoration at her teenage beauty.
She woke and looked at his troubled, loving face.
“It’s alright Daddy. I really do understand.” She kissed his nose.
They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say. Vicki handed him the book and he read with her arm and leg across him.
“I’ll make some tea.” said Vicki after half an hour, “would you like some?”
The gas burner was behind their heads so all Vicki had to do was crawl half way out of the sleeping bag to make the tea. As she did so Jim was treated to a slow moving close-up view of teenage beauty in perfection.
First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes. As she wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close. It took all his will-power to stop himself from leaning forward to suckle them.
Then her smooth, flat, slightly muscled stomach. He could see how slim her waist was as her hips broadened out below. Vicki stopped her movements momentarily as her navel was right in front of his eyes. God, how he would like to lick there.
Her final position brought her knickers to within six inches of his face. They were tiny, tight and semi-transparent. He could see the shape of her pubic mound and clitoral hood. Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and he noticed that the knickers followed the line between.
He had to close his eyes. But he couldn’t close off her sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors, he couldn’t avoid the warmth which seemed to radiate from her loins.
“Tea’s ready at last. You haven’t gone to sleep again?” asked Vicki seeing his eyes were closed.
But Jim was wide awake, in torment, his erection painfully hard.
She wriggled back down. She must have noticed Jim’s erection but said nothing and they chatted as the wind howled.
“Could I have another cup of tea, please Daddy?”
Jim knew what was going to happen. In a strange way he felt like a condemned man being led to the scaffold; he had no control over his destiny. He crawled out of the sleeping bag knowing his boxers were level with his daughter’s face. He felt her hands go inside the gap in the front and fondle his erection. He stroked her hair and gently pushed Vicki’s head forward.
Without haste she extracted his erection and softly put it in her mouth.
He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter, felt overwhelmed with his love and passion for her and eased off his boxers. He turned off the burner, came down the sleeping bag and they kissed without any inhibitions.
His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted. His fingers traced over the satiny firm inner thighs. She groaned as he moved to her pubic mound, still protected by her knickers. He caressed the soft flesh between the top of her thighs and her labia. Vicki’s hips writhed.
She lifted her bottom as he eased her knickers down her legs. Now he caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood. With his tongue as far in her mouth as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of her engorged clitoris. Vicki groaned again.
“It’s time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Shhhh Daddy.”
With a care and a gentleness like the first time he held her as a new born baby, he entered her warm, moist vagina. Slowly, enjoying the exquisite sensations of each millimeter. Once he was fully inside, he didn’t move. Vicki squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to discover every secret and every reaction of each other’s genitals. He found her G spot and caressed it to excitement. Three times he brought her to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss. The fourth time she came with a juddering “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter’s cervix.
He sighed, “Oh my beautiful child.”
He looked into her face and was about to speak.
“Shhhhh Daddy.”
She covered his face with those lovely tickling kisses.
They lay in each other’s arms, his soft penis still inside, stroking each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and whispering nonsense into each other’s ears.
His erection recovered.
“It’s time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki,” Jim’s inhibitions were now completely gone.
He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki’s clitoris, he pushed hard into her cervix. He massaged her breast roughly with one hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.
“Harder DaddeeeeeeeeeeyyYYOOooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,” as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a hip bouncing climax.
She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix, his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through his penis and into Vicki’s womb.
Sweating and panting they curled in each other’s embrace. Vicki put a finger to her vagina then licked it.
“You taste yummy.”
Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G spot. She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch. It was as though he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.
“Please Daddy, come inside me again.”
But this time he kissed her on the nose.
“A man has only so many shots in his locker. And we’ve two more days here”
But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.
“Two more days here, I wish we had two more years,” thought Vicki as she lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.
“Why did Mummy let him go?” But she knew that was a no-go area for discussion.
Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast. On the other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing. .
The temperature in the tent was icy cold but stood up to give each other a quick flannel wash..
Jim looked at his daughter adoringly. She was so beautiful, long dark hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the cold, her narrow waist and flat stomach. Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn’t hide her plump labia and clitoral hood. And as she stood on her toes to avoid the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.
Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. She covered her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.
Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried to hide.
“Dear Vicki, you so are exquisitely beautiful.”
They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down and put his penis in her mouth.
“Daddy,” she was upset. “I’m not doing it properly, you are just getting smaller and smaller.”
“Princess, not even your lovely mouth can’t beat this cold.”
They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other’s bodies. Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet. Vicki decided that all of her body was an erogenous zone.
The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost platonically exploring each other’s bodies. She learned all about his life from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn’t told him before. Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace. Still the wind howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.
Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn’t need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top.. Two bodies cuddled into one bag was enough. This gave Jim an idea. With two spades, two ice axes and a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag. He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.
“What on earth are you doing Daddy?” asked Vicki.
“Wait and see, I think you’ll like it.”
He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and crawled back in. They had their own cocoon.
“Oh it’s dark in here, but its nice and snug,” giggled Vicki.
They were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags and the trapped air soon warmed up.
“Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter.”
Now she understood and lay on her back and spread her legs and raised her knees for her father’s face.
Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his fingers and gently with his teeth.
“Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically, sexually and erotically delicious.”
He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.
Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in her loins..
For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her down. Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.
Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound to perineum. And a little further.
It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus. At first it seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he lingered.
Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon.
“Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki.”
“But Daddy, I want my turn on you.”
“So do I, but after you’ve warmed up.”
She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you.”
“Absolutely impossible,” he joked.
Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“Your cock is so big I won’t be able to put all of it in my mouth.”
“Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing. Sure it will be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things. Sometimes just licking my tip will be lovely.”
Reassured that she wasn’t going to have her throat bashed the way she had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.”
“I’m warm now.”
Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection. How she loved the feeling of her father’s masculinity and strength in her mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands.
Freed from what she thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all sorts of experiments all over his organ with her lips tongue and teeth. She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the sensitive parts of his knob and shaft.
Vicki loved to feel his reactions. He started to sigh and his hips started to writhe. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat.
Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed down.
Another delight of oral sex came to her. It was such a giving thing. She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father. She took him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.
“Please Vicki,”he groaned.
“Shhhh Daddy.”
Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his soft penis still in her mouth. He stroked her hair and face.
They would have been happy to stay like that but, this time it was Jim who started to shiver. He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back to where it was before.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I was right. Your spunk is so yummy.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“I liked it when you licked my bum.”
“Good, I thought you did.”
“Do you like doing that?”
“Only with someone I love.”
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
“Can we have anal sex?”
“Are you sure you want to?”
“With my darling Daddy yes. Boys want me to do it but I’ve always felt afraid and dirty. I’m afraid it would hurt. But I know you would never hurt me.”
“No Princess, I wouldn’t.” With a hug.
“And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity.”
“Mmmmmmmm.” Another hug and kiss on the hair.
“Daddy?”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Could we do it now please?”
A gentle slap on the bottom.
“I told you about shots in the locker. Anyway there are some things we need to do first.”
Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea. Jim didn’t think he would have to go outside and check again until evening. The base of the tent was solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious snow build up and the rampart was doing its job.
They were never bored for a moment. They were enjoying the book, Vicki loved hearing her father read. But much of the time was spent in enchantment with each other and each other’s bodies. They spent hours just passionately kissing, exploring each other’s mouths and lips, her breasts. Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki, just tenderly exploring and owning. She did the same with his penis and testicles.
His touching of her genitals was different now. Instead of his hand coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind. Now her anus was included in his wanderings. Always with a well lubricated finger. Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened. Gradually she and it became used to the touch.
She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently. With only a little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.
“Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess.”
She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed. She felt his finger fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.
“Mmmm, that feels nice.” She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently pushed the perimeter of her anus.
“Now you are relaxing, lovely girl.” He was able to withdraw his finger completely and enter with very little pressure.
Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered less and less resistance..
Evening came and with it the darkness.
“I can’t hear any wind. And look is that the moon?” There was a white glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.
“Yes its the eye of the storm. It’ll be like this for an hour or so. Come outside Vicki, you must see this. Bring your camera”
Quickly they dressed. Jim grabbed the second sleeping bag and when they were outside draped it like a blanket around their shoulders.
The scene which greeted them was a winter paradise. Above, the black sky was studded with stars, more stars than Vicki had ever seen. They seemed so big and close she felt she could almost touch them. Not a breath of wind.
An enormous silver full moon shone brightly. It cast a silver glow over the snow covered glacier The towering mountain peaks gleamed whitely and brightly, standing out from the black sky behind. Far below in the valley they could see the mountain lakes; silvery shimmers of moon-light. It was still freezing.
Vicki snapped away with her camera, hoping that she would do justice to this haunting magnificence of nature.
“What are you doing?”
Jim had dashed inside and come out with a foam plastic mattress. He had taken off every stitch of clothing. Now he was standing on the mattress looking up at the sky his arms extended heavenwards, his body had a silver sheen in the moonlight.
He howled like a wolf. “OOOOooooooooooowwWWWWwwooooooooooooooooOOOO” His howls echoed around the the glacial moraine.
“You are completely mad.” She snapped away at him with her camera. But then the infection caught her. She also stripped and joined him on the mattress.
“OOOooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooooooooOOO’ she howled and howled and the echoes howled back. She felt she was part of mother nature.
They held each other’s hand as they saluted the stars and moon together.
“OOOoooooooooowwwWWWWwwwooooooooooooooooooOOO” again and again, as if they were nature worshiping cave dwellers.
He returned to the warmth of the sleeping bag-blanket and snapped away at Vicki’s silver body.
She ran to him for warmth from the blanket and his embrace.
“OooooowwwwoooooOOOO” they murmured into each other’s ears.
The idea struck them both at the same time. First Jim left the blanket and took up a variety of naked poses, in front of the tent, lying on his back on the snow rampart, in front of the mountains.
Then Vicki. Her poses ranged from demure, provocative, erotic to downright pornographic. She forgot the cold and rolled in the snow. She lay on her back, arms and legs wide and beckoning. She insisted that Jim take closeups of her vulva and bum which she poked up into the moonlight. Her genitals were a glistening silver.
They huddled together laughing in the blanket. The cold was starting to seep into them. Quickly they set the camera on auto shoot with 20 seconds between shots. They embraced in different poses, some demure, some like Vicki kneeling in front of Jim with his cock in her mouth were less demure.
They started to shiver, the wind started to blow and some of the stars were lost behind the clouds. They howled a last mournful howl at the moon, dashed inside the tent, into their sleeping bag and hugged the warmth back into each other. They were laughing uncontrollably from the exhilaration of the moment.
“Some of those photos will earn us a fortune on the net,” giggled Vicki.
“I’m not having any of me on the net with my cock so small from the cold.”
They both laughed knowing these would be private snaps for life.
Their laughter changed to intimacy, their intimacy to passion. Jim’s hands traveled her body, exciting Vicki even more than the first time she had felt his touch. Again her anus was included in his erotic exploration, again it resisted but less than before and soon two fingers were inside her bowel.
He entered her vagina with his penis, keeping his fingers where they were and she felt the delight and intense orgasm from the double penetration.
Jim did not come.
“Lie on your side with your back to me, my beautiful Vicki and lift your knees towards your chest.”
She did so as he covered his penis with olive oil.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“Shhhh, Daddy.”
There was only a little pressure required for his knob to enter and he went in two inches. She squeezed her anal muscle.
“Daddy, I love you. Daddy I love your cock. Daddy I love your cock in my bum,” she whispered.
He gently commenced his rhythm. Her muscle had given up its fight and he was able to withdraw from her completely and re-enter with no resistance. He pushed until his loins were hard against her buttocks. Vicki’s bowel felt erotically full, she gasped at the beautiful sensations of his penis along her smooth rectum wall and the lovely pressure through to her vagina. With her free hand she parted her buttock to let him enter deeper. With his free hand he found her clitoris.
“Please Daddy, as hard as you can.”
He couldn’t stop himself from obeying her instructions. It was the most physically uninhibited lovemaking they had had. Her buttocks were flattened as he pounded. She shrieked as she came from a clitoral orgasm and still he kept thrusting.
With a judder and surge which consumed her from her navel to her buttocks Vicki came again with an enormous orgasm. It seemed to come from her clitoris, her vagina and her ass at the same time.
Jim grunted like an animal as he felt his orgasm surge, then repeated his wolf howl as he ejaculated into his daughter’s bowel.
They lay panting in that spoon position for ten minutes. Then Vicki rolled over and put her arms around her beloved father.
“OOOoooooooowwWWwwooooooOOO” she whispered in his ear and giggled.
The next day was spent in a continuation of loving, sexual bliss. Jim was happy enough about the fuel supply to leave four gas burners on for hours. The temperature never got warm but by draping themselves with the second sleeping bag they could stay out of their main bed for some time before the cold sent them back.
During these times, Jim took Vicki as she knelt in front of him, shoulders to the mattress. The first time in her vagina, the second in her anus. Vicki knelt in front of Jim and after taking him to ecstasies he hadn’t known with her mouth and throat, swilled her father’s juices around her mouth before swallowing.
Later he lay on his back and she knelt over him, facing his feet. First she lowered her haunches so that he spent half an hour licking her vagina and anus and bringing her to orgasm again and again.
They used the camera again. Vicki spent a lot of time photographing his erection from different angles and distances.
“So that the net surfers can see what you are really like.” Some other photos were even more pornographic, others quite prim.
Vicki realized they should take some “proper” photos to show people when they returned, so they snapped each other fully dressed. They laid out the two sleeping bags side by side to show how they might have slept
Jim woke at dawn on the third morning. He could tell the storm was over. No breeze disturbed the tent and golden light from the sunrise glimmered through. He looked at his beautiful daughter beside him, tears in his eyes.
Vicki woke and without saying a word they made the most tender love for an hour. For both Jim and Vicki it was a mixture of love, tenderness, lust and sadness.
They rediscovered every inch of each other’s bodies. Jim brought Vicki to climaxes with his tongue, lips and fingers, and with his penis in her vagina then her rectum. Solemnly Vicki knelt in front of Jim and tenderly licked their bodies’ juices from his penis.
They took a foam mattress outside and stood on it. It was a beautiful, warm, still morning, no cloud in the sky. The pristine snow glinted in the bright sunlight, the newly snow-covered peaks stood in brilliant contrast to the blue sky, the virginally white glacier stretched out below.
Naked they raised their faces and arms to the azure heavens.
“OOOooooooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooOOO.”
Jim and Vicki, father and daughter, danced and hugged and kissed and laughed and howled like wolves until they heard the rescue aircraft coming.

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Another Chance: The Shattering

Sorry for the wait, and the shortness, again. I’m kinda buried up to my neck in homework lately, but I try my best to keep writing. This was supposed to be part of the last chapter and the next chapter as one big story, but that didn’t quite work out. As always Comments and criticism welcomed.

The Ten of Them. Chapter 26

In our last chapter we dealt with the situation with Cindy’s Mom, Sylvia was serving the last six months of her jail term. Sylvia rushed to the emergency room and hospitalized after she nearly died in front of JJ and Kara. During her initial evaluation, her diagnosis was brain cancer requiring emergency surgery. Uncle George helped get her released early for medical treatment and her good behavior.
Storyteller’s notes: I need to warn you, this is another chapter that deals with death and more importantly the death of a loved one. I have tried not to make it to graphic, and deal more with emotional side of this story. This is a real emotional chapter, but I feel it advanced and enriched the overall story. It shows that JJ is not always the hero, and allow some of his other family members to shine. If you been waiting for some of this, you can think Demik.
Demik private messaged me several times, sometimes with a critique sometimes with encouragement and lately with some very good ideas so I included them into the storyline.
Please remember this is fiction, and the facts portrayed are not reality, any and all names were products of my imagination. Please forgive misspelling and misused words. I have done my best to edit and correct them but I am sure I missed a few in the nearly 9293 words. All thanks to Microsoft Word and its recent improvements. Please enjoy it in spite of my failings. I do appreciate the positive comments I have gotten, along with the votes. If I continue to make a mistake, kind of like Kata feel free to PM me.
The Ten of Them. Chapter 26
Composed by Hard93 and Demik.
It is an early Saturday afternoon, and we are relaxing after lunch. Crystal sets in my lap and Sam leans against me both asleep in the warm sun light that shines through the glass keeping out the cool air of late winter. We enjoy the quiet after a boisterous morning. Ms. Clark brought the girls over so they can enjoy the pool. We took the opportunity to have a makeup birthday party for Cindy; it was a surprise to Cindy and her mother Sylvia as well, Because Cindy’s sixth birthday had passed during early December nearly two months before. Sylvia imprisoned at the time, and the orphanage could not provide one for Cindy.
Sylvia had begun her cancer treatment, although she was only beginning to feel the full effects of her chemo she was weak and had very little energy. Sylvia did enjoy watching her daughter splash in the pool and enjoy yourself. I was still Cindy’s foster father, although we were letting her sleep at Sylvia’s apartment during the weekends. Daniel, Kara and Karen left to help Sylvia this afternoon.
The Coach was working on this project with his crew, I tried not to think of it because Kathryn would learn of her surprise but given her smug grin, I think it is too late. I think, do not ruin the surprise for the rest of your sisters. Kathryn sticks her tongue out at me in response to my thoughts.
Charles, Jane, Mitch and Jim walk in followed by Ron and Reese. Charles grins seeing the sleeping girls, Mitch shakes his head with a smile, Ron and Reese’s eyes spark with laughter, and I can tell Jane just wants to scoop them up.
Ron says quietly, “Major Denton call this morning he wanted to know how Sam is doing.”
I raise an eyebrow not knowing whom he refers to. Charles says quietly in a voice so smooth it would not wake the lightest sleeper, “He was our executive officer, and he just decided to retire. He was the last person to challenge you on the punch omatic.”
I smile and softly say, “The officer who gave me my coin.” Without disturbing the girls, I slide one hand in a pocket and remove the silver dollar sized coin. I roll it across my knuckles. When Ron, Mitch and Charles removes a similar coin from their pockets, I remember what they told me of unit coins. As long as you have one when someone else brings one out you do not have to pay for the next round at a bar or restaurant, if you are the person who brought it out you are the challenger. If everyone else has one and displays it, the challenger buys the next round.
Smiling I say, “I guess Bobby’s and Mary’s for dinner tonight.” Jim instantly notices that, it is not that he does not appreciate his mother’s cooking; he is just very sweet on Bobby’s youngest daughter Debs. Charles, Ron, and Mitch suppressed their laughter as Jim, even thou he works there and it is his night off, eagerly shakes his head yes.
Ron asks, “How did you get that coin?”
I reply, “Major Denton gave it to me.”
Ron and Charles look a little shocked. Ron says, “I have only seen him hand out three in the time I was in service.” Charles shakes his head in agreement knowing the Major.
Therefore, I began telling the story about how he challenged my parenthood of Sam. I explained what I told him, and what he said when he tossed me the coin. Ron, Mitch and Charles grins and shake their heads.
In her sleep Sam mumbles, “Love you Daddy.” That brings a bright smile to my face.
Charles says, “One of the only other coins he gave was to Sam’s father. I guess he knows you’re her Daddy now.”
Ron says quietly, “He asked me about you, and if you have done what you said. I related the story about Lester, the pizzeria, and then pointed out that he witnessed one time himself. I reminded him that I was Sam’s godfather and I believe she is exactly where she should be. He chuckled over the phone and he told me you are exactly like Sam’s father in spirit. Then I told him in spirit you are Sam’s father.”
Sam mumbles, “That is right Daddy you are just like Angel Daddy, my father.”
Crystal mumbles in her sleep, “My Daddy too.”
I smiled brightly filling the pride of fatherhood. It is unlike anything else, loved by a child and to love that child totally, is true happiness. Not all the money in the world can buy the feeling you get, you only have to love them that is all it requires to receive this bliss.
Mom takes a photo she is getting very good at catching these lifetime moments I really like to see them, share them with the rest of the family. Mom sets the camera down, gently takes Sam in her arms and Jane takes Crystal, and they are going to put them on their beds.
When they are out of the room Charles chuckles, “You know the more they sleep the faster they grow.”
Remembering a conversation with Alyssa and a promise I made to Joan I say, “I wish I could keep them small forever, but I know that is not possible. All I can do is enjoy the time I get with them.”
Charles looking at his son knows exactly what I am talking about the early years of a child can be the best for the parents. The frustrations come as that child begins to try to prove that they are not a child any longer. I will have to remember that when they wants more responsibility, more freedom that is part of growing up. The long road to adulthood can be very trying to the parents. I really do not know how Mom and Helen did it. They could have told us to stop trying to be an adult too soon.
Charles and Jane asks if they can use the TV room, and I remind them that they should treat this home as their home, remember your Sam’s and Crystal’s grandma and grandpa.
Charles chuckles, “It is just that Jim and Mitch are always playing Xbox or something. Jane and I never get to watch a movie.”
Reese asks, “What movie?”
Before I know it, Ron and Reese have joined Charles and Jane in watching the movie.
Mom, Helen along with Michelle and Kathryn are in the kitchen, and they bring a snack to the dining table, one of Kathryn’s cravings has me ravenous. Kathryn set the plate made for me beside hers.
Kathryn craved an Elvis sandwich that is a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. If you are unfamiliar with it, first you take two pieces of white bread spread peanut butter on one slice add bananas slices until the next piece of bread barely sticks together. Place the sandwich in a hot skillet with melted butter, toast both sides of the sandwich until the banana is warm soft and sweet, by that time the peanut butter is nearly liquid. Serve with a large glass of milk. They can be heavenly, but very hard on the waistline.
My sister-in-law and our mothers giggle at us as we tear into the sandwiches. Kathryn glares at her sister giving her a look that says, as if you never had one.
Michelle giggles and says, “I swear if I pinched JJ, Kathryn would shout. I hope JJ can stand it when you give birth baby sister.”
That causes Kathryn to think, wanting to test it she reaches down to pinch her rib only to find my hand in the way. On impulse, Kathryn pinches the back of my hand, when she quickly lets go and says, “Ouch!” Michelle begins laughing so hard she nearly fell from her chair. Mom and Helen giggle along with Michelle’s laughter.
Looking at Kathryn I say, “You are the one wanted to test Michelle’s theory. Before you ask, I think I can filter it. So yes I can share your pain and you mine, or filter it out.”
Helen says, “I hope you can, because giving birth is not easy.” After taking a deep breath Helen says, “Speaking of hard things, how is Sylvia? She looks a lot better it has been a month since her surgery, and she seems to be recovering quickly from that.”
I begin, “Kara, Daniel, and I took Sylvia and Cindy to that new treatment center they opened downstate. It is only forty-five minutes from her apartment. The doctors there gave her a ten percent chance of recovery, the week after her surgery. A recent breakthrough and MRI done this week and the doctors has increased her chances to sixty percent.”
“Kara and Daniel are overjoyed at the news. Kara and Sylvia have really become great friends. Poor Daniel when he is in the room with the two, is usually outvoted in just gives them whatever they want. I know Sylvia will become weaker because of her treatments in the next few weeks. The effects have just really started hitting her, you saw how week she looked this morning. For the next few months, she is going to spend every weekday at the treatment center. They let her come home on the weekends. She is going to spend the weekends at her apartment with Cindy, Kara and Karen have volunteered to stay with her just in case. That means Daniel probably spent most of his weekends there too.”
“Sylvia impresses them both. Now free of her addiction Sylvia is a great mother to Cindy. Kara and Sylvia have planned out a vacation for after her recovery; together the four of them are going to see the Grand Canyon.”
Before this latest development, Sylvia was watching how Cindy got along with Daniel and Kara. Instead of being jealous of Daniel and Kara, she came to me. She asked if I could get the legal documents drawn up that if something ever occur to her, and giving her condition probably would, that she wanted custody of Cindy to go to Daniel and Kara. Sylvia also asked that I not tell Daniel or Kara. That is something Kathryn knows, but because of my promise to keep it secret, she will keep it too.
Mom states, “It has been a lot busier around here than normal, Crystal’s adoption how is it going?”
Kathryn replies with a smile, “It is going really well, another three weeks and Crystal will be ours permanently. Ms. Clark came back yesterday, we became Crystal’s executors last week, but yesterday she was checking up on Cindy and Crystal. She informed me that the judge in this case has approved Crystal’s adoption is just a matter of time before it becomes legal. Then the signing ceremony like we had with Sam.”
Helen asks, “Did you guys get an invite over to Kara and Daniels tonight for Dinner?”
I reply “Yes, I asked what Kathryn and I should bring but they said nothing just ourselves.”
Helen asks, “I understand she had some news to tell us. You have a clue to what it could be?”
I answer, “No idea could be anything, I know Daniels business has really picked up, and he has been designing everything from businesses, to new homes and doing renovations. Kara has been helping Sylvia as much as she can after school. I know she has been busy as well with school, and the martial arts classes though she does seem distracted, maybe a little depressed.”
Helen says, “You think Daniel and her are having problems already? If he is hurting my daughter so help…”
Cutting Helen off I say, “No I think it is more to do with the fact she is torn over the situation with Cindy, and she is envious of Kathryn.”
Kathryn is startled; her emotions erupt as she says, “Jealous of me, why?”
Addressing Kathryn on what I have observed, “First, everyone has been fawning over you and your pregnancy, petting your belly, rubbing it telling you how special you are. Kara wants that too, she wants to be Cindy’s mother so bad, but as Sylvia improves something she wants too, she sees the situation for what it is.”
Now directing my observations to Helen, “Okay this is going to be hard to say Helen and I mean nothing mean by it, but just events I have observed. I know Kathryn is your baby, and mothers tend to be closer to the youngest. However, your older children especially your daughters still feel a little left out. Especially Kara and Karen, they love Kathryn but they still are a little jealous of the affection you and the Coach lavish on her. I know that might be just their perception and you truly do not love them any less. Occasionally you should try a little harder on giving them affection. I know you can fix the situation, it should be easy enough just tell them how proud you are and how much you love them.”
Helen startled says “Really?”
I reluctantly remind Helen at one time when her daughters received mixed messages, and could easily misunderstood her motivations. I began, “Helen remember the party three years ago, and sure your daughters got wild. Nevertheless, you dressed all them down the same except for Kathryn. I know that was because of our engagement, you saw it differently. However, I am unsure if your daughters realized that. Some people must think that they had all done the same thing; they should receive the same punishment. Maybe you should have explained it better to them then. I know you did try, it is just probably hard to think when you are standing there naked in front of your mother.”
Helen is a little shocked and says, “I was trying to motivate them to stop their wild behavior, to do like Kathryn and find someone special for them.”
Kathryn can sense where I am going, although unhappy about it she allows me to continue without her interrupting. I say, “That might not been the impression they got. They may have thought you favorite Kathryn. They did not realize that you and Michael had already accepted our engagement, and eventual marriage. That when you allowed Kathryn to move in with me, it was not them seen Kathryn as a young woman like I did, they so you letting their little sister move-in with a man.”
Helen realizing that her sisters could easily see Kathryn as the spoiled pampered little sister who always gets her way even if that was not the way she saw it. Helen says, “I had no idea, I really do want what’s best for my daughters, all of them, and I never ever meant to play favorites. How do I fix this?”
I reply, “That is up to you, but I have faith that you can. Talk to them, let them know how you feel it could be that easy.”
Michelle had been listening; although she tried to remain out of sight, I caught her out of the corner of my eye. Finally getting her courage up Michelle walks back in. She stops in front of Kathryn and gives her a hug in whispers into Kathryn’s ear, “I know you love me that is one thing that has made it easier. I was jealous of how Mom treated you. Here you are my baby sister and so young moving in with JJ.”
Tears spring up in Kathryn’s eyes as she looks at Michelle she says, “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. It is just that I have never felt that young.”
Michelle with tears of her own gives Kathryn a smile saying, “I know, and I come to realize that even though you’re younger in years, in some ways you’re my big sister. Mom is right you and JJ are the two most married people ever. You have been since you met, and I do have a right to be a little jealous, who would not be. I am also very, very happy for you.” Michelle and Kathryn wrap each other in a warm hug.
Michelle begins giggling pulling back from Kathryn. Michelle has green eyes, and says, “Look at you, our baby big sister.”
Kathryn begins giggling along; she uses Michelle’s analogy and playfully refers to her, “My big little sister.” They both stick their tongue out at each other as only sisters can tease each other.
Helen comes and hugs the two, looking into Michelle’s eyes she says, “Michelle, I am sorry if you misunderstood what I wanted to do. I love you, and I am so very proud of you. Even when I did mess up you turned out so good.”
Michelle hugging her mother tightly says, “I know Mom, I love you too.”
As the three embrace my phone rings, I wipe a tear away as I answer, “Hello.”
Karen is on the phone and she is nearly frantic as she explains, “JJ, can you get Mom and Dad…” After a deep breath she continues, “It is Kara she is in the hospital… It is really bad… They need to get here.” This is the most upset of ever-heard Karen to be. Karen hung up the phone unable to go into more detail. As I turn to them, Kathryn has gone pale and shaking, I am sure if it were not for the fact that her mother and Michelle had held her she probably would be on the floor.
Looking at them I say, “We need to go NOW. We got to head to the hospital, it is Kara, and Karen was too upset to give me any more details.”
Michelle becomes the strength of the three, now holding both her shaking mother and sister. Mom comes and helps seeing them in distress. She begins them towards the garage, and I get the intercom for the TV room, getting Charles’s attention. I quickly tell him of the situation and they volunteer to watch the girls for us.
I sprint to the garage, and help Michelle with her mother, Kathryn have nearly recovered enough to get into our SUV on her own, but Mom helps her into the back seat with her mother. As the garage door is still coming up I start the car, when I have just enough room for me to make it under I begin pulling out, I am careful of the bicycles, but fortunately there is no children riding on the driveway. The radio still adjusted to the local station, and a news bulletin comes over the air. (Escape convict shoots two local women, one dead, injures another. Police at the scene have regained control of the escape convict, more details when they become available.)
Helen screams, “Not my baby, not my Kara.” Michelle and Kathryn cries beside her mother yet trying to comfort her.
I call Uncle George; his contacts with the police may mean he knows more than anyone else does at this moment. “Uncle George, do you know anything about what happened to Kara? If not maybe, you should come to the hospital too. Karen gave me a call, she said Kara is hurt, she did not give me any other details.”
Uncle George is stunned, “JJ this is the first I have heard, of course I am on the way.”
I call my father-in-law, once he answers I say, “Dad, get to the hospital as fast as you can, Karen is there apparently Kara is hurt. I got Helen, Mom, Kathryn and Michelle with me we are on our way.” Of course, he asked if I knew what was going on, and I had to confess I did not know.
The normal twenty-minute trip took me ten; I had not even realized I was driving that quickly although it seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life so far. Arriving at the emergency room we run in, we waive the nurse away she must think Kathryn is in labor. Spotting Daniel, we run straight to him. Helen wraps him in a hug crying. Poor Cindy caught between the two and squeeze much like Sam was at the airport.
I ask as I work Cindy free, “Daniel what happened?”
Daniel begins, “We were with Cindy and Sylvia at their apartment. We were bring in Cindy’s birthday presents, just having a good time when we heard a crash at the front door. Seems Cindy’s Dad must have made bail or escaped but he broke in carrying a gun. He came in and fired right away. The bastard was aiming right at Cindy; Kara scooped her up in her arms but did not have time to get out of the way. Sylvia dived in front just as he fired. Sylvia caught most of it, which saved Kara and Cindy.
I did the only thing I could do; I grabbed a lamp ripping it out of the wall and threw it into his face. That only stunned him for a moment, I was trying to hit him, but he blocked and countered his right hook felt like a mule kicked me. It knocked me on the ground as I was rolling away. He started reloading is shotgun. Kara sprang at him giving him a kick that sent him backwards, the bastard had to be six foot four inches. Kara kicked him so hard he came off the ground. I grabbed his shotgun and the shells he had pulled from his pocket. I reloaded the shotgun and shoved it under his chin, if he had moved I was going to blow his head off.” Daniel shaking, he looks very pale, he is trying to bring himself back under control so he can continue.
When he is a little more in control, he says, “That is when I had a chance to look around, and Sylvia was dying. She told Cindy that Kara and I were going to be her parents. She loved her, and would always be looking out for her little bit of an Angel. Kara was there beside her, she and Karen were trying to stop the bleeding but it was just too much. Kara was turning white herself. That is when I noticed the bleeding that was coming from her leg. Karen noticed it at the same time, Karen was on the phone with 911, she told the operator that they were two victims, and please hurry. Karen went to work on Kara’s leg. I am sure that saved Kara’s life, it was too late for Sylvia. She died before the ambulance arrived.”
Daniel can no longer control himself and he begins to cry, Helen pushed out of the way as Cindy pushes herself back to his chest. The young girl’s arms go around Daniel and she cries with him. Helen covers Cindy not as tightly this time as she cries with the two.
After a few moments, Daniel pulls himself back and control then continues, “We got here, and they took Kara in, they were given her IV fluids in the ambulance, they began her on blood as soon as they walk through the door.”
Karen comes out she has a bandage on her arm where she gave blood for her sister. Seeing her mother she rushes to her, Helen releases Daniel and Cindy to hold Karen.
Uncle George arise shortly before Michael senior, they both look scared to death as they run to us, they both ask, “What happened?”
Daniel tells his painful story again. Fortunately, by the time he finishes a doctor emerges with an update. The doctor begins, “Kara went through surgery fine, we got to her in time and she will make a full recovery in a few weeks. She will need some physical therapy to deal with the leg wound. She is remarkably healthy, that is probably one of the things to help save her. But how in the hell did she end up with a dime in her femur.”
Daniel asks, “Doctor about the baby, did she lose it?”
The family simultaneously ask, “Baby?”
The doctor has a reassuring smile and says, “Babies, your wife will have twins. It is too early to tell what sex they are, but they came through fine too.” He leaves us alone to attend to his duties.
Daniel pulled into a bear hug by the Coach, who has tears of relief and joy streaming down his face like everyone else in the family. The Coach slaps Daniel on the back and says, “That is my son-in-law.”
Daniel once free says, “We were going to announce to the family tonight that she was expecting she is so happy.”
Karen, Kathryn and Helen take Cindy to the bathroom, I am not sure if Cindy realizes how much blood is on her.
Kathryn gives me a nudge by our bond she reminds me of the will Sylvia with my help had written. Fortunately, the will was signed and notarized earlier last week, and executable nearly immediately because I am the executor to it. I pull Daniel over to the side and say to him, “Sylvia was not lying to Cindy, you and Kara are her guardians. A will names you as such.”
Daniel looking into my face asks, “How do you know JJ?”
I inform Daniel, “Daniel, Sylvia had me help her with it. It was just in case she did not survive. However, it is still a valid will, and I am the executor to the will. We need to tell Cindy, Kara and you are who Sylvia wanted to raise Cindy if she could not.”
A tearful Cindy can no longer stay away from Daniel, and comes tugging on him needing held and comforted. Daniel takes her into his arms holding her, Cindy cries softly against his chest. Daniel says, “I know Cindy, it really hurts. I am going to miss your Mom too. She is my hero, what she did saved you and Kara, for that I will always be grateful.”
Cindy through her tears says, “She is my Angel Mommy now. I wish I did not want to be like Sam.”
Daniel does not give her a second before he says, “Cindy what happened in no way is your fault. What you wanted did not cause this. What your mother did was because of her love for you. She protected you, the one thing in the world she loved more than life itself, and you are right what she did made her an Angel.” Cindy gives him a sad smile that does not last long before she goes back to crying against his chest.
At this stage, I know it is best just to let her cry, more tears she sheds now the easier her recovery will be. She is with the parents I guess destiny chose for her. I cannot help but think, this could have been different if we had not saved Sylvia, and then she would not been there today to save Cindy and Kara. Cindy’s father intention was to murder Cindy, no matter where Cindy was he was bound to come for her. Like Daniel, I too will be forever grateful to Sylvia.
I go to Karen giving her a hug and saying to her, “You did great sister. Thank you for being a hero.”
Karen hugs me back and cries on my shoulder for a moment bringing herself under control she looks into my face she asks, “Do you really think I am a hero? All I did was call for the police, and a little first aid.”
Holding her gaze I say, “Yes, you acted in a bad situation, a lesser person could have just lost it. What you did saved Kara. You did your best to save Sylvia but her injuries were just too much for anyone.”
My phone rings it is from home. Charles says, “Sam woke up having a nightmare, she wants to know where you are at.”
I answer, “First tell Sam, Kara is hurt but she and her babies are going to be fine. We are at the hospital now with her. They may let us see her in a little while they just moved her to recovery. We should be home shortly.”
Charles asks, “What happened? Is there anything we can do for her?”
I relate Daniel story to Charles, then what the doctor had informed us. I ask, “The doctor mentioned Kara had a dime in her femur, how could that happen?”
Charles says, “That bastard reloaded the shotgun shells with dimes. He definitely wanted to kill somebody. They do a lot more damage than normal shot.”
A nurse comes out and announces, “The doctor is going to allow two family members to see Kara at a time. She still little druggie from the medications, but she will recover quickly.”
Helen says, “Cindy we need to get you some clean clothes before you get to see her, with all that blood on you. You will scare her to death.”
The nurse says, “Daniel we can give you some scrubs, but we do not have anything to fit Cindy.” Most of the blood that is on Daniel came from Cindy’s clothing. Although uninjured Cindy did hold to her mother for a long time after she had passed.
Kathryn and I, asks Cindy, “Cindy you can come back with us and have a shower then will bring you right back, so you can see Kara.”
Cindy says, “I do not want to leave Daddy Daniel.”
Daniel says, “Cindy, it will be okay. I will be right here, and you can come back when you are clean. No one in our family will lie to you Cindy, your Aunt Kathryn and Uncle JJ will bring you right back.”
Cindy gives a sniffle, “Can Sam come back with me I need to talk with her.”
I tell Cindy, “I do not think I could keep Sam away, she loves Kara too. I am sure Sam loves you too, and she would do anything for you.” Cindy gives a shake of her head and I open my arms as she reluctantly leaves Daniel’s embrace. Kathryn and I take her back home, Kathryn pull Cindy into her bedroom, and I go change my shirt.
In the family room, I find my daughters with Charles, Jane, and the rest of my adoptive family. I begin, “The good news is that Kara will be fine. Unfortunately, she was injured. Sadly, we lost Sylvia. Sylvia gave her life to protect Kara and Cindy. Once we all get through this everybody’s going to be fine, Cindy will be going to Daniel and Kara, once Kara is back on her feet.”
Sam and Crystal come to me; I pull the two sad little girls into my arms. Sam asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
Crystal says, “Me too Daddy, I want to help.”
I say to them, “Cindy is grieving, let her know that it is okay. She did not do anything wrong, and we love her.”
Jane, Reese and Misty inform me that they will be going back with me. They need to bring Kara new clothes, and help with anything they can. Charles, Ron, and Marshall volunteer to drive for us, and they will run any errant needed.
Alyssa, Joan, Johnny, Jim and MC will remain here, Alyssa along with Charles and Jane will coordinate everyone, Joan, Johnny and Jim will also watch the children, Alyssa and Misty will prepare meals along with coordinate any additional support needed.
I smile realizing that my adoptive family is pulling together to do whatever they can to see that Kara is made comfortable, protected and that everyone has the time and ability to help. No one person will be responsible for everything, and everything will be coordinated to give Daniel, Kara and Cindy time to heal.
Charles catches me saying, “JJ, I just found out, that it was Cindy’s father who attacked them. The kick that Kara used was a little more powerful than what you believed. He is dead. The DA is investigating the possibility that she intended to kill him. That she had the means, and knowledge not to use deadly force to subdue him.”
Shaking my head I say, “That man is a fool, this was easily a case of self-defense. She just did as I had instructed her several times in a situation like that you cannot hold back. When facing the adversary bent on the death of another or yourself, you cannot take the chance of not using all your strength.”
Charles says, “I agree with you, it is only when you try to be gentle with your adversary that you are vulnerable.”
I state, “When someone is trying to kill you, vulnerable is the last thing you want to be.”
Charles replies, “I totally understand Kara’s actions, even if she tried only to knock him out, the amount of adrenaline that must have been surging to her system was probably higher than any time in her life. It is no wonder that kick killed him.”
That should make an adequate defense. She was more frightened than any time in her life, she was holding Cindy in her arms when the shotgun fired, and Cindy was the intended target. Her mother jumped between Cindy and her Ex-husband with perfect timing.
I tell Charles, “That would be true, the only time anything occurred like that was when the bear attacked, she was brave enough to come back for Michelle, and what I thought was Michelle trying to get back to her feet was Kara pulling her up. I know at that time also when I kicked the bear, I had no idea I was going to kick it that hard. The amount adrenaline in my system easily doubled my strength.”
Charles adds, “I have seen men do things nearly what you would call super human during times of great stress. I saw men react so quickly your eyes could not follow what they did, I saw one man do what three men should not been able to do. Adrenaline is amazing. It can make you so strong and so fast for a few minutes.”
I say, “It is not something that Kara deals with often, fortunately. Kara would have no idea what adrenaline would do in her system, she had not even started training with me until her sophomore year, three and half years ago. Although she is very skilled, she lacks any practical experience using her martial arts, we do not use barriers for the class to break. For safety reasons no one spars at full strength, even though skilled Kara truly had no idea of how much damage she would do.”
Charles states, “That would be your second line of your defense, if that stupid DA presses charges.”
Asking Charles’s advice feels natural and I know the man has a lot to teach me. I ask, “You think I should get a lawyer to start coordinating a defense for Kara?”
Charles is reflective before he says, “The DA may take that as a sign of guilt or a challenge. As I understand it there is not a lot of work for him in this county.”
Ms. Clark clears her throat, “I am sorry to interrupt you JJ, I am not here as a social worker right now. Is there anything I can do for Cindy or Kara?”
Thinking of how Crystal reacted, I asked Ms. Clark, “Sylvia had a will written, it named me the executor and transfers custody to Kara and Daniel. I know you are not here as a social worker, but as our friend. Could you help me explain that to Cindy? I do not want her to be fearful of her future.”
Ms. Clark smiles, “I have noticed how they react to each other, and I think Sylvia had chosen wisely.”
Smiling my agreement I say, “I do love Cindy, and wish what is best for her. Daniel and Kara seemed to fit her. The best part is I get to still be her uncle.”
Kathryn comes in with Cindy, fresh and clean from her shower, seeing Ms. Clark she nearly panics but Kathryn says reassuringly, “Miss Clark is not here as a social worker, she is here to find out if there is anything she can do to help you.”
Cindy is still somewhat hesitant as she comes forward, I say, “Cindy there is a few things that Ms. Clark and I need to discuss with you. Do not worry nothing is going to change overnight. You have a say when and how it changes.”
Kathryn brings Cindy to the couch, and I sat beside Cindy holding her hand, Kathryn holds to her other hand. Ms. Clark sets opposite us, looking at Cindy and seeing how fearful she is Ms. Clark says, “First Cindy, I believe no one will take you away from this family. I would not recommend it, and I believe none of my coworkers would also. So you do not need to worry about that, although you may see me a little more often in the near future, it is not to take you away.” Cindy relaxes, and her whole body stop shaking.
I tell Cindy, “They will be some changes, but you will tell me when you are ready for them.” Seeing the look of curiosity on her face I ask, “Cindy do you know what a will is?”
Cindy’s eyes go wide thinking that the lack of that knowledge may affect her future now fearful again. She shakes her head no. I smile to reassure her and say, “Cindy a will is not a bad thing, and it is what we write when we want others to know what we want carried out if we die. Your mother had one written, she put me in charge of making sure what she wanted would occur. When you are ready and Kara is back on her feet, you can live with Daniel and Kara. Your mother knew that Daniel and Kara loved you. She thought it would be best for them to be your new Mom and Dad. She knew she was sick and there was a possibility that she did not survive, that is why she wrote the will. Because your mother loves you, she wanted to see you happy. Nothing you did caused this, it is just that bad things happen that is why we write wills.”
Cindy asks fearfully, “Are you sure uncle JJ? Before Mommy got out of jail, I did not want her back. I did not want anyone to be my Mommy and Daddy but Kara and Daniel.”
Answering Cindy’s fearful question I say, “I am certain, you did not know how much your mother had changed. I do not blame you for not wanting her back if she had not changed. Your mother was able to show you her true self, not what the drugs made her. She proved she loves you more than her life itself, she knew if you survived you would be with parents and family who love you.”
Cindy again tearful says, “I was just getting my Mommy back, when that bastard took her away. Mommy told me he was not even my real Daddy. Uncle JJ, why did he have to do that? Mama Kara and Angel Mommy was both hurt, when Mama Kara grabbed me I heard her saying “Oh God no.” I know she was trying to jump out of the way, but there was no time. She jumped just as I heard the boom, I felt something heavy bump into us and push us backwards. That was my Mommy just before she became an Angel.”
I answer Cindy truthfully, “I do not know why he would do something like that. I do not understand people who allow hatred to destroy their own life. What he did, no one else could control. You did not cause him to do what he did.”
Ms. Clark says, “Cindy your uncle is right, no one can control what someone will do because of anger or hatred. What he did, he had decided to do. Your Mom decided to protect you. Sylvia used the only thing she had to do that.” Miss Clark begins crying and through her tears she says, “Sylvia proved she was a good mother, she proved she loved you.”
Cindy through tears she says, “I knew Mommy loved me, she never had to prove it. I knew she loved me when she got off the drugs, when she used the drugs she loved them and could not love me.”
Doing my best I still cannot hold tears back. I tell Cindy, “That is what love can do for you Cindy. It can make you stronger when you need it. Love for you is what brought her back to us. She almost died a month ago, her love pull her through that. She wanted to show you who she really was. Not the woman on drugs, she wanted to be your mother to make up for what was lost.”
Cindy is trying to wipe the tears away that seemed only to come faster. Through those tears she says, “I know what I lost now, that is what makes it hurt so bad.” She comes into my lap and puts her head on my shoulder, Kathryn and I do what we can to comfort her.
After a few more moments Cindy asks, “Uncle JJ can we go back now? I want to see Moma.”
Ms. Clark says, “I can come, I am a grief counselor. I know Cindy is grieving and that is good, Daniel and Kara will need to grieve for their friend. They will need some counseling; they may have what is called survivor’s guilt.”
Charles from the doorway says, “I will drive you. That way you can be in the back seat with Sam and Cindy.”
Through my tears, I can barely make him out, and Kathryn is worse. Charles driving would definitely be a good idea. Ms. Clark says, “I will follow you Charles.”
Twenty-five minutes later, we pull into the hospital parking lot. Charles drops us off by the door, saying he will be in shortly. Jane had driven Misty, Joan and Reese. Reese had sent Ron out for things like tissues, a soft blanket and a dozen other items. I think it was just to keep him busy.
Reese says, “I love him, but sometimes Ron is a bull in a china shop. I just did not want him upsetting Kara tonight. When he found out about the DA wanting to investigate, he said he is going to shove his prosthetic foot up the DA’s ass and leave it there.”
I cannot help but chuckle at the mental image that invoked, Sam and Crystal both have their hands over their mouths trying to hold back their giggles. Giggling Cindy says, “That is really funny Aunt Reese.”
Reese scoops Cindy up into her arms, she smiles at Cindy and says, “Cindy, we love you and that makes us family just as much as blood.”
I smile and hug the two, then we head on into the waiting room. Once inside, I noticed Daniel and Helen is not there, the Coach catches us. Pulling us over to one side, he says, “We are letting Daniel stay with Kara, and were taking turns replacing the other person. Helen just went back in, were going to let Cindy go next. Cindy you can stay as long as you want.”
Cindy says, “I did not get to speak to Sam yet.”
The Coach looking at Cindy says, “Cindy you can call me grandpa from now on. You have a few more minutes to speak to Sam.”
Cindy and Sam with Crystal tagging along goes to a corner still in sight, the two are talking quietly as Crystal shakes her head. I am not sure what Cindy asked Sam, but both girls began to hug her immediately. Sam says quietly but I still managed over hear, “Cindy you did not do anything wrong.” The three girls hold onto each other and I can tell that all three are crying.
Ms. Clark puts a hand on my shoulder keeping me from going to the girls. Ms. Clark says, “Sometimes they need peers support more than parental support. Give them a little while.”
I follow Mrs. Clark’s counsel and give the girls time. I guess Cindy had asked Sam the same question she asked me earlier. Cindy knew Sam lived through something similar. I guess that is why she wanted her advice.
I almost regret having Cindy’s birthday party, I would hate for this happened on her birthday. I am afraid, that might affect Cindy’s future. Every year Cindy would dread her birthday, it bringing up the bad memories. I hope that we can separate the two events in her mind. I know I will try to separate Crystal’s memories of Christmas from those of her parents’ death. It would be terrible to associate events that are supposed to be happy and cheerful with tragic events.
There is a commotion at the front desk that draws my attention. That ass of the District Attorney, along with what seems to be every reporter from this end of the state is there. The District Attorney is demanding to see Kara. He got my attention, also the attention of the Coach and Uncle George.
Kara’s Doctor steps forward he says, “Mrs. Akins is in no condition to be questioned by the District Attorney at this moment. When she arrived here, she was in critical condition. She underwent surgery to remove a foreign object from her leg that severed her artery. The young woman is extremely lucky that she received first aid nearly immediately after her gunshot wound.”
Surprisingly that seems to change the attitude of the press, and they began asking him questions immediately. He had limited the information that they received an effort to slant public opinion against Kara. The press realize this quickly, and like everyone else, the press does not like being a tool.
Uncle George had been making phone calls, his gotten a hold of the sheriff earlier this evening. He wanted to know the circumstances of the escape. What he now knows, when Sylvia’s ex-husband made his escape he was in custody of the District Attorney. Uncle George strolls into the media frenzy, taps the deputy on the shoulder. The deputy immediately turns and says, “May I help you your honor.”
Uncle George looking at him says, “Could you please arrest the District Attorney. I believe he may have actually assisted in the fugitive’s escape.”
Many of the reporters are actually red-faced, not accustomed to anger generated by the misuse of the media. Their shock does not last long as they begin firing questions at both the District Attorney and Uncle George. The deputy makes a call on his radio that remains unanswered by the sheriff.
Two FBI agents stroll into the hospital. The District Attorney is shocked as they display their badges. When they place him in handcuffs, the press begins firing more questions. Anger flashes on the District Attorney’s face as the two FBI agents escort him out of the hospital.
Uncle George explained what he could. “What the District Attorney is unaware of that I had surveillance placed in his office. The FBI placed the surveillance, after several cases were lost because of errors done by the District Attorney’s Office. Several drug dealers are dismiss because of procedural mishandling by the District Attorney. I suspected he mishandled these cases purposely either because of blackmail or pay off.” He did not know what was on the tapes for the day, and he would not be able to tell me if he did.
Sylvia’s ex-husband charged with intent to distribute of a controlled substance, making him a drug dealer by trade. That explains several things about Sylvia. Her ex-husband had gotten her addicted to drugs, using them as a method of controlling her. Perhaps Sylvia knew too much about his business, possibly even a connection between the District Attorney and her ex-husband. I am sure the FBI will get to the root of the situation.
I hope that the new District Attorney, will see that Kara’s actions were self-defense. Although the law does differ on the use of deadly force, it is a technicality the previous District Attorney was going to use to defer interest away from himself.
I mean that if Kara had a handgun and shot him, what would be the difference. You shoot the perpetrator to make them stop. Most people taught to aim center of mass. Kara did that with a single kick, the kick that I instructed on its use. That kick normally will not kill someone. Some other contributing factor must be involved.
I get to see Kara, shortly before the end of visitation. Daniel and Cindy had been in with her, and then both leave. Kathryn and I get to see Kara then. Kathryn runs in the door, Kara gives her sister a smile, a very sad smile from her hospital bed. Kara’s eyes are red and puffy. Kathryn steps up to the bed unsure of what to do, I know she wants to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with Kara.
Through our bond I warn, be careful of her leg. Kathryn says, “Like I would forget.”
Kara is a little confused looking at the two of us she says, “Your kids are going to hate the fact that you too can communicate telepathically. Remember how many times we got Dad to let us do something.”
Kathryn smiles at her sister saying, “That was you and Karen, they learn better by the time I tried it.”
Kara pointed out, “All you had to do was pout and Daddy gave you everything you wanted.”
With love in her eyes Kathryn says, “And do not forget half the time it was the stuff you sent me after.”
Kara giggles little and says, “Well I was only the baby for year, then Karen for two, by that time I already figured out Mom and Dad doted on the baby. You cannot blame a girl for using it.”
Kathryn says, “I never minded, getting stuff for you. Speaking of which is there anything I can get for you?”
Kara asks, “JJ, Kathryn is it true, am I going to be Cindy’s mother?”
I tell my sister-in-law, “That depends on two things, is that something you want and is that something Cindy wants. I have it in my power to make you her guardian. That is what Sylvia wanted. I am in charge of making sure Sylvia’s wishes become reality. To become her mother you will still have to adopt her.”
Kara closes her eyes, through her tears she says, “I never wanted Sylvia to lose her life. I do love Cindy. I did not want to become her mother like this.”
Not wanting to see my sister-in-law in the state of mental anguish I tell her, “It took both you and Sylvia to save Cindy do not forget that. Kara, you did not do anything wrong. Loving Cindy is not wrong. Sylvia knew that you and Daniel both love Cindy that is why Sylvia had me help her with a will. No one expected that her ex-husband would escape. You prove you are worthy of being Cindy’s mother, Sylvia knew that when she protected Cindy and you. Sylvia was your friend too, a true friend just like you were to her. Do not stop loving Cindy because you feel guilty about still being alive and Sylvia is not. Give her daughter a good life. Sylvia wanted that for you and Cindy.”
Looking at Kara I could tell my words hit home. I also know there is still more I can say so I continue, “If it was not for us Sylvia would have died a month ago. She never would have the opportunity to show her daughter her true self. You afforded her that. The state was not going to release her without the medical care that you provided. You gave her the chance to say goodbye to the daughter you share. I know she is grateful for that. She knew that still was a chance she would not survive her medical problems, she made her life count for something. Do not throw that away. You have a guardian angel now in Sylvia, she was too weak to move like she did if not.”
Kara shakes her head yes, but my words did not stop her tears. Kara through her tears she says, “I know I am just going to miss my friend. Sylvia is so much like Cindy. I could not help but fall in love with her like my sister. It feels like I lost a sister, you know what I mean.”
My friends come to mind, Ron and Reese, MC, Charles and Jane, Mitch and every single one of the Edwards, and Thurgoods. I would feel the same way if I lost any of them. Sylvia was in my heart as well, I know I will feel her loss for the rest of my life. I tell my sister, “I know exactly what you mean, I will miss her too.”
Kathryn despite Kara’s injury crawls onto the bed with her, holding her sister she says, “Kara I love you. You scared me to death today. Please do not ever do that to me again. I do not want to be without you.”
Kara says, “I have been hearing that a lot today.”

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