It's funny how those you think you know the best, you know the least. I, who have written here and elsewhere under different names, loved Callicious' writings, then when Son of Callicious picked up the mantle, as it were, I followed him with interest, only to find out Callicious was my own dad! He didn't know I wrote here (nor did anyone else). He certainly didn't know he was my favorite author. My younger brother got caught writing by his wife. They are in marriage counselling, which is why he has not finished his story. He slips in now and again and reads but can't write until things are resolved, if then.
I figured out Dad's password and have looked over his notes for continuation of Justin Thyme. My brother gave permission for a couple of other good writers to pick up on the story, but we have seen nothing from them, so I decided to give it a try. I'm not Dad, but I'll try to match his style and ideas as best I can. Let me know your thoughts. If my work is satisfactory, I'll take a shot at continuing the saga.
To those of you who followed Callicious' work, I know he loved you. He kept a file of every single comment written and every email he received and made appreciative notes in the file, even from those who didn't like what he wrote. I know in the last years of his life, you gave him a lot of joy. Thank you! -- Cal's Kid.
If you have not read
Justin Thyme
I strongly urge you to do so first. Much of this story will not make sense without knowing the back story.
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Justin Thyme
Summer was over, the house completed, and Rosemary and I were officially moving in today. Stephanie would be coming up tomorrow, and Michael and Susie will get back from their honeymoon next Monday. Reality set in as I waited for our security gate to open, and I looked at our house.
I know emotions played with Rosemary's mind, too, because she about broke my hand squeezing it before she pulled it to her lips for a kiss.
"It's ours, Justin. It's really ours."
Actually, it had been ours since last spring, but I knew what she meant. All summer, we worked from early morning to late in the evening to get it prepared for the influx of girls coming for the upcoming school year. Last Friday, we put the last switch plate on the wall and celebrated by soaking in the two person tub in my garret bathroom.
Rosemary pulled my hand to her lips once more and whispered, "I want you to make love to me in your bed tonight. We may never have the house to just us again, and I want to have you all to myself."
With her head bowed over my hand and her red-gold hair cascading around her face, I couldn't see the tears in her eyes, but I felt a couple drop onto my hand.
"Sometimes I dream it is just the two of us, that this is just
our
house, and that I don't have to share you with anyone else. I love sharing you with Steph, Justin, but sometimes . . . ."
I knew what she meant. She may be my twin, and maybe it is because she is my twin, but the bond between us goes so deep.
I'm afraid Brian is going to take Rosemary away from me, but he's a good man who will treat her right. I'll be happy for her, but I can already feel the hole she will leave in my life when she goes.
"I love you, Rosemary. I don't know if I'm ready to take on the responsibilities of being an adult. I didn't realize how easy we had it living at home until we got this place. I know I'm the luckiest man in the world, though, to have you to share it with me. What do you say we go back out and grab an early supper at Bill's, then come back and make this house officially ours?"
The radiance of her smile through her gorgeous face-full of hair is something that will always cause my heart to skip a beat.
"I like how you think, Justin."
* * *
The summer had been one of the hardest summers of my life as far as work goes. Working for Jim at the electronics store had been work, but it had not been physically taxing.
That does not mean that we didn't have fun. Working with Rosemary and Stephanie in the house was never boring. Neither girl ever wore a bra unless we were going out somewhere, and frequently, they didn't wear a shirt, either, if nobody else was around.
Helen was in and out a good bit when she wasn't in summer school classes. We did take a couple of afternoons off during the weeks and most weekends we went down to Tucson. No matter how badly we wanted to get the house done, all work and no play, and all of that. Steph and Rosemary laid out by the pool topless most of those times if they didn't need to go to the store, or something.
One afternoon, I'd had some work being done on the Mini and Helen got out of class early. Not seeing my car, she thought I wasn't home, so when she got some sun with Steph and Rosemary, she looked around, then took her top off, too. Up in my room, I glanced out my window just as she did it. Little Justin popped to attention right away. It didn't help any that Steph looked up and saw me. She smirked, then glanced over at Helen and back up at me and winked. I was so busted.
She didn't say anything. Just handed Helen some sunscreen, then winked at me again. Of course, I enjoyed the view, and with the rule that I couldn't take matters into hand, Steph knew she and Rosemary would receive the benefit later.
This was going to be a fun year, but I wondered if I would be able to hold up.
* * *
Dr. and Mrs. Tom Meechum walked in the door to find Stephanie waiting. She wrapped her mom in a big hug, the jumped into Tom's arms. "Welcome home, Dad! You don't know how nice it is to be able to say that."
"You have no idea how it feels to hear it, either." Still a bit uncertain of his standing in the home, he glanced up at Staff Sergeant Winter's photo and nodded―a habit since the first time he entered the home. Marrying Winter's widow still boggled his mind.
"I'm not going to ask if you two had a good time."
"Stephanie!" Mary scolded herself for blushing.
"Well, I hope you did. You both deserve it."
Tom and Mary had just returned from a delayed honeymoon, which is why Stephanie didn't return to Scottsdale with Justin and Rosemary. She wanted one day at home with her mom and new step-father.
Steph slipped an arm around Tom's waist. "Thanks for loving my mom and being there for her. That means a lot to me. She's been lonely for too long." She glanced up through her eyelashes. "I wouldn't be upset if you two gave me a brother or a sister, either, Dad."
"Stephanie!" Mary turned a deep crimson.
Steph's impudent grin and tightening arm had Tom flumoxed. He'd never had to deal with anyone quite like her.
"I hope you don't mind me calling you 'Dad' all the time, Dad. I haven't had a chance to say it, and I like it."
"I like hearing it. I've never been called Dad before." It was all Tom could do to choke out the words.
Steph reached out with her other hand and pulled her mom into the huddle. "Love you, Mom. Told you he would be a good one."
* * *
Susie grabbed her crutches at the surf's edge and worked her way up the beach to the lounger next to Michael's. His eyes widened as he watched her breasts bob, nipples distended.
"Like what you see, mister?"
"You have no idea."
