Book Two opens with the introduction of a new character. Sara Dawson enters the family's life like an east Texas whirlwind, and has Gage and the girls scrambling to keep up with her. Julie and Sylvia make the best of it though, and things work out for everyone in the end.
There's not as much sex in this volume, but it supports and helps progress the storyline. Some of it is pretty hot though...
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Ready Maid Family Book Two
Two Months Later
Late April
Monday
"I'll get it!" Sylvia yelled, wiping her hands on a towel as she walked out of the kitchen. She went over to the front door and opened it, smiling at the woman standing on the porch. "Hi, can I help you?"
"Which one are you?" The woman asked as she turned, looking her up and down, then pushing past her into the front foyer. She looked into the kitchen, then walked over and stepped into the living room.
"Ex...excuse me, but yo...you can't just come in here like..." Sylvia stuttered, staring at her in disbelief.
"You have to be Sylvia...from what I've heard, Julie would have jumped on me by now. Not that it would have done her any good..."
She walked to the foot of the stairs and looked up.
"Gage Carson! You get your ass down here, right now!" She called out as she put her hands on her hips. "I didn't drive thirteen hours just to listen to your..."
"And it's always a pleasure to see you too, Sara." Gage said as he came through the dining room door. He grinned at her, holding his arms wide. "Get yer ass over here and gimme a hug you obnoxious little bitch!"
"Hey! What the hell's going on down there?" Julie yelled, leaning over the third floor railing.
"Damn, they both got big ol' titties, don't they Gage?" Sara laughed, then looked over her shoulder at Sylvia. "The one upstairs any smarter than this one?"
"Hey!" Sylvia said, stamping her foot, making her tits bounce up and down in her tight t-shirt.
"Relax sweetie, I'm just fuckin' with you." Sara said as she threw her arms around Gage's neck. She kissed him lightly, then more aggressively, grinding her slim, firm body against him.
Gage held her to him, returning her kiss with equal fervor.
Sylvia stared at them, unable to believe her eyes. She looked over as Julie came bounding down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"What's goin' on Syl?" She asked, stopping and staring at Gage and Sara, still locked in a passionate embrace. "Who the hell is this chick, and what's she doin' suckin' face with the boss?"
"I don't know! She pushed by me like she owns the place, then started yelling for Gage..." Sylvia said. "But she knew my name, yours too..."
"That's because my baby brother told me all about you, sweetie." Sara said, releasing Gage and turning toward them. "I'm Sara Dawson, and I do own this place...well, kind of. I'm here because I wanted to make sure you're not a couple gold digging bimbos looking to take advantage of my dumbass brother in his..."
"Sara." Gage said quietly, the color draining from his face.
"I'm not a gold digger, bitch! We're here because Gage put an ad in the paper for a housekeeper, then asked us to be his harem." Sylvia said, moving toward her. "We're taking care of him! We already told him that what he wanted to give us is too much, but he wouldn't listen! He said he wanted someone to keep him company, and we shouldn't have to do that for free. But I would, he's worth it. He found Julie for me."
Julie just looked at Sara, sizing her up. She was about five-six, slim, with a tight ass and small, firm tits. Her dark brown hair was cut in a short shag. She was dressed in a man's button down shirt that she wore tucked into her jeans. Her jeans were tucked into a pair of well-worn cowboy boots.
"You're his sister?" Julie said finally. She grinned at her as she said, "You guys must be a really close family."
She stepped over, holding out her hand. "I'm Julie, and like Syl said, we're not after his money. Hell, I don't even know if he has any money. We're pulling our own weight, taking care of him, and the house."
Sara looked her up and down, then glanced over at Sylvia. She smiled as she turned and walked into the kitchen. "So, which one of you does a girl gotta fuck to get a Dr. Pepper around here? Baby brother stopped bonin' me when he hooked up with Margo, and ain't showed no interest since, so I'm pretty sure he's off the menu."
"A REAL close family." Julie laughed, punching Gage in the shoulder as she followed Sara into the kitchen.
She went into the pantry and got a twelve pack of drinks and brought them over and sat them on the counter. She grinned at Sara.
"I wondered why he bought those, we all drink unsweet tea with dinner, but I like a Coke in the morning. The caffeine and carbonation get me going better than just coffee."
Gage got glasses from a cabinet and sat them on the table, then pulled out a chair and sat down.
"So why are you here, Sara? I told you I was okay, and the girls are..."
"Yeah, I know what you told me, Gage. But I also know that you never tell me everything, and you put too much faith in people." She said as she filled a glass with ice, then sat down across from him at the table. "You remember that thievin' little pissant Jason Brookes, don't you? You said he could be trusted when you wanted to let him handle the sale of your company. I went to his parole hearing last month, by the way. I can't tell you how satisfying it was to see him get denied parole...again."
"So you came here to...what, check us out? To see if we were what you thought?" Sylvia asked, standing next to the sink, her arms folded across her chest.
"I already checked you out, honey. And I ran a lot deeper background check than he did." Sara said, not looking at her. She kept her eyes on Gage. "But yes, I came up here to meet you, both of you. I needed to see you and talk to you to really get a read on you."
"I can understand you wanting to watch out for your brother, but he's a grown man." Julie said, moving around to sit next to Gage. She waved Sylvia over, watching as she took the seat on the other side of him. "Don't you think he should be able to make up his own mind about what he wants to do with his life?"
"I want to say yes, but since he has an inoperable tumor the size of a jumbo chicken egg sitting in his brain, I can't. He's not really competent to care for himself, you should know that."
Sylvia gasped, reaching out and grabbing Gage's arm. Julie turned and looked at him, a stunned expression on her face.
"Oh my god, you haven't told them." Sara said slowly. "What the hell were you thinking, Gage? Were you going to tell them? Or were you just going to..."
"Oh, for god's sake, would you please just shut the fuck up, and give us a minute?" Julie said harshly, glaring over at Sara. She looked at Gage, then back at Sara. "Do us all a favor and go wait in the living room, we need to talk, privately...if that's okay with you."
"It's not ok..."
"Sara, please..." Gage said quietly, moving his hand over to rest near Julie's. He smiled as he felt her fingers close over his. "I want to talk to the girls...my girls. So please, give us a few minutes."
Sara looked at him for a moment, then nodded and stood up. She picked up her glass and walked from the room.
"So this is what you were talking about when you asked me to..."
"Yes, I wanted to say something then, but I wasn't ready. I..."
"Are you going to die?" Sylvia asked, taking his hand in hers. "We just found you, Gage, you can't die. Maybe they're wrong..."
"Everyone dies, Syl. But no, I'm not going to die...it's going to be worse than that." He said, looking down at the table. "I'll start to..."
"No...start at the beginning, Gage." Julie said, taking his hand in both of hers. "Tell us what you know, then tell us what we can expect."
"I was diagnosed with what's called a non-malignant primary tumor four years ago. The problem is, it's deep in the brain tissue itself, and it crosses from the frontal into the parietal lobe, right about here." He said, letting go of Julie's hands and pointing at a spot near the back of his head. "Right now, there's no way to remove it without killing me, or leaving me a drooling idiot. I really don't find either of those prospects that appealing."
He took her hand again before he continued. "From what an army of doctors have told me, here, and in Europe, the tumor itself won't kill me, at least not right away."
"But the symptoms, or side effects might?" Sylvia asked.
"They could, but the leading cause of death for this kind of tumor...is suicide." He said, looking back and forth between them. "As it grows, which it isn't at the moment, it will cause me other problems. I already have some memory loss, I had some seizures at the beginning, which is why I went to my doctor in the first place. I take meds that help with that, so..."
"So even if this thing isn't curable, it's treatable, is that what I'm hearing?" Julie asked, lifting his head so he had to look at her.
"Yeah, but I noticed some major changes last year...in my vision and coordination, sometimes I have trouble talking...I can't always get my words to come out right."
Julie smiled, and looked over at Sylvia. "How you doing over there, Syl?"
"I...I'm okay...I want to...can we go make love? Not fuck...but make love? I really need to feel both of you right now, and I want to..."
