The Spell Family Ties Ch 04

All characters are over the age of 18.

A few hours earlier...

"You know if it is a date," Aaron said, "That's okay with me,"

Rashida gave her son a strange look, wondering what he could possibly be implying.

"If that's what you were worried about," he continued, "I want you to be happy, whatever that looks like,"

Rashida chuckled,

"For the record I am happy," she smiled, "But soon or later Chloe's not going to be, move your naked ass,"

"Alright, fine fine, Aaron surrendered, opening the door to step outside, "You have tomato on your boob by the way."

As Aaron stepped outside Rashida looked down to look for the stain he was pointing at.

Rashida couldn't help but be immensely proud of her son and of the fine young man she was watching him become, she thought back to her relationship with her own mother, a cold soul who still held Rashida with a certain amount of distance all her life, not to mention how she abandoned her daughter at her weakest moment without so much hesitation, sure Rashida's father could be a harsh man but the moment Aaron was born she knew she would take on a hundred of him without a second thought to ensure the best possible life for her son.

Even when she discovered she had cancer and wrote to them again for the first time in years, getting their new address from an old friend from high school she was still in touch with, she heard nothing back.

Compare that to Aaron and even Clark's behaviour over the past few months, both were nothing but supportive, annoyingly supportive in fact, so supportive that Aaron actually purposely infected himself with the Spell just so he could hug her,

She couldn't help but feel guilty that her son was damned to permanent nudity because of her, but the weight lessened when she remembered he was spending the evening around a gorgeous nude girl and was probably close to scratching the same itch she had for the past four days, an itch that she just couldn't seem to scratch with her own hand, but not for lack of trying.

She had finally found the stain Aaron was talking about under her nipple when Clark walked in the front door, just in time to watch her wipe the red mark off her breast and bring it to her lips.

"Oh... uh..." Clark stammered, freezing in place, "Sorry, I'm early, is this a bad time?"

"Well I was gonna get all dolled up for you," Rashida said, cutting the tension with sarcasm, "But then I remembered all my Sunday best was at Goodwill so..."

"Right," Clark smiled awkwardly, kicking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen, "I brought us some wine if that's okay, the cheap red stuff you like,"

"Sounds perfect," Rashida grinned, "Why don't you pour us some, Dinner will still be a couple minutes, you like Chicken Masala, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Clark assured her, "Sounds awesome,"

"I thought you would," Rashida lied as Clark found the wine glasses,

"Aaron looked to be in a mighty fine mood," Clark said as he poured the glasses,

"Well, wouldn't you at his age?" Rashida asked, "Imagine getting to spend the evening with a pretty naked girl with no parental supervision,"

"Wow my imagination's good," he said, nodding toward her,

Rashida could feel herself blush at the compliment.

"Well it's not quite the same," She said, tempering her expectations as she picked up her glass,

"Yeah I know," Clark accepted, "Cheers,"

The two clinked their glasses together and took a sip,

"You're comfortable with that arrangement?" Clark asked, pulling up a seat, "Those two running off in their current state?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Rashida asked, stirring the dinner on the stovetop,

"Well... it's just... considering your history," Clark stammered, trying to avoid a nerve.

"Believe me," Rashida chuckled, "Aaron and I have had many a talk about how to avoid my particular situation, Chloe is much smarter than I was at that age, and besides, even if it does happen, they'll have something I didn't have back then,"

"What would that be?" Clark asked,

"Me," Rashida said firmly, "I'm not gonna do what my parents did, Aaron's gonna always have someone in his back corner if I have anything to say about it... not to mention Chloe's dad is the type of guy to take shotgun wedding very literally."

Clark laughed at the thought,

"I swear," she said, "I have not been more scared of a naked man in my life."

"Try the men's locker room down at Planet Fitness sometime," Clark joked,

"Ooh don't tempt me," Rashida said suggestively, before her face immediately fell flat as she caught herself.

"Y'know, speaking of Aaron," Clark began, approaching the topic carefully, "I think he's under the impression that this is some kind of date,"

"He actually said something similar to me," Rashida said, purposely looking away to hide her face as she pulled some dishes out of the cupboard, "Crazy idea huh?"

"Young people getting ideas in their head I guess," Clark shrugged, "I can't even remember the last date I was on,"

"I can," Rashida reminisced, "It was with the captain of the football team, Carter Pullman,"

"Rather cliche isn't it?"

"Shush, anyway he took me to the movies, I don't remember which movie, neither of us was paying attention, actually we got kicked out for getting too handsy in the back seats,"

"Sounds about right," Clark nodded, "So what happened with football star Carter?"

"Aaron happened," Rashida explained, "That fateful house party was a few days later."

"Wait a minute..." Clark realized, "He's not..."

"Aaron's father?" Rashida said, finishing his thought, "No probably not, Carter was Korean, didn't look like Aaron at all,"

"Oh, okay," Clark said, taking a sip of his wine as the two fell into an awkward silence for a moment.

"That should be good enough," Rashida said with an almost forced smile, flicking off the burners and grabbing a pair of oven mitts,

Clark stepped out of the way as she carried the pot to the table and carefully placed it on the wire rack in the centre, he quickly followed her bring over the opened wine bottle and their two half-full glasses.

"Looks good," he said as Rashida stepped over and tossed her mitts back onto the counter, as she turned her back his eyes flashed downward for only a moment before he caught himself,

Clark turned his attention to Rashida's chair, which he pulled out so she could sit.

"Oh, a gentleman," Rashida joked, sitting out but still leaning forward so as to not touch Clark's hands with her back, "Haven't seen one of your kind for a while,"

"We're an endangered species," Clark joked back before reminding himself he was just looking at her ass five seconds ago.

As Clark sat down Rashida was already busy scooping some masala onto his plate before placing some on her own,

"Thanks for dinner," He said as he picked up his fork and ate a few mouthfuls.

"Of course," she smiled, reaching over to top off her wine,

"Hey," Clark said, holding out his hand to get her attention, "I'm sorry I overstepped about the whole Carter thing, it's none of my business,"

"No no no," Rashida denied, "It's not that, it's just,"

She sighed,

"It was a dark spot in my life," she admitted, "You know what my folks said to me when I told them I was pregnant,"

Clark shook his head.

"They called me a whore, they called me a whore and threw me out on my ass, and I had a hard time finding a reason to disagree with them, so I tried to be the opposite of that if I was gonna raise a bastard child I would be the most Norman fuckin Rockwell mother you could find. Then this happened to me."

She motioned down to her nude body.

"And don't get me wrong, I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth here, I know it's a small miracle I'm not actively dying and if showing off my bits is the price to watch my son grow up I'll pay it but... the way people looked at me like the doctor from the treatment centre or the cashier in the grocery store, it just kind of reminded me of all of that."

"Rashida I'm sorry," Clark said, "It's just... you looked so confident,"

"Well that's because you were around," she admitted, blushing as she did so, "It kills me that I can't tell Aaron who his dad is, I think it would be worse if you weren't around, we would've never survived if it weren't for you, I don't even want to imagine where we would've been without you, through the pregnancy, terrible twos, even the cancer, I felt like the two-bit whore my parents thought I was because of you, so what I'm trying to say and why I invited to dinner tonight is... thank you,"

"Hey, look Rashida it was nothing-," Clark began,

"Stop," Rashida interrupted, "I don't want to hear any belittling, not for this,"

"Okay then," Clark accepted, "You're welcome Rashida, and I would do it all over again,"

"Thank you," Rashida grinned, "Now eat your chicken before it gets cold."

The two exchanged small talk as they wolfed down the chicken masala, as much as Clark had been denying it with Aaron earlier he did feel like he was on a date, and he was entirely comfortable with that fact.

"Thank you for dinner," Clark said as the two cleared the table, "You go sit down, I've got dishes,"

"Actually," Rashida began, "I was thinking we could leave that for later, I thought we could go for a swim, it's a beautiful evening for it and frankly I'm a little jealous that Aaron gets to hang out at that beautiful beach."

"That sounds like a great idea," Clark agreed, "I'll go get my suit,"

"You know you don't have to," Rashida reminded him, "Not like you'd be the only one going without,"

Clark seemed to freeze in place at the notion.

"Never mind," Rashida immediately took back, "I'm sorry I suggested it,"

As Clark walked over to his side of the duplex to go get changed Rashida made her way out to the backyard and to the end of the pool to retract the pool cover with the hand crank.

She had barely retracted the cover halfway when Clark came out in his bathing suit,

"I can do that," He assured her,

"I've gotta rebuild my strength some way," she said, standing up to catch her breath, "Or else I'm just gonna..."

She had a hard time finding words for a moment as she felt the blood almost sink out of her head, her vision blur and the loss of balance overtake her.

She felt the water surround her as she fell into the pool and her senses began to return,

Before she could start kicking her way to the surface she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and pull her back up.

"Rashida, Rashida are you okay!" Clark demanded as he pulled her to the edge of the pool,

"Yeah, yeah," She assured him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he rubbed her back, "I guess that'll teach you to slow down,"

She soon became acutely aware of the scrap of bathing suit floating next to her in the water,

"Clark," she said, "You're touching me,"

"Oh shit," he realized, "I'm sorry, I just did it without thinking,"

"No," she said, "I mean,"

She pointed to his shredded trunks floating in the water,

"Oh god," he said, looking down to see he was as naked as Rashida was, his free hand immediately shooting down to cover himself, but not before Rashida got herself a good look at him,

"Clark," Rashida chuckled, unable to help herself from being amused by his embarrassment and her own delight with the size and shape of him, "You're still touching me,"

He went to pull his hand away before she grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't say stop," Rashida smiled, wrapping herself around Clark and locking onto his lips with hers,

Neither Rashida nor Clark could remember how long they had each wanted to do this, usually using the complexities of life to excuse why they hadn't, but regardless it was happening and Rashida was enjoying it,

So much so that she could've punched Clark when he pulled away,

"I'm sorry," he said,

"Don't," she begged, refusing to let him go, "I have been right here for nearly twenty years, we've danced around each other for god knows how long and wasted both of our times, now we're here and there's nothing getting in the way, I love you, I want to do this, I consent to everything that's about to happen, so stop being such a god damn gentleman and put me out of my misery."

Her heartbeat fluttered as she felt his rising erection poke at her entrance,

Clark's eyes widened as he felt the same thing, looking down to make sure his body wasn't playing tricks on him.

Convinced that it was really happening he looked back up at Rashida and the two held there for a moment, almost as if Clark was allowing her to change her mind and swim away,

Rashida didn't move, she just bit her lip and nodded her head with a smile.

Clark finally mustered up the courage to push himself in, seeing an immediate response from Rashida as he filled her,

He paused and kissed her, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before continuing on.

Despite having a fair share of sex in her life Rashida had been basically celibate for the past twenty years almost to the point where she had forgotten what sex felt like, almost being the key word there.

But it didn't take long for her to realize one important thing,

The boys when she was a child went into sex as if they were trying to prove something, holding her at arm's length so they could show off their muscles as they over-enthusiastically drilled her,

But Clark was a man, he wasn't here to show off, he enveloped her, ran his hands up and down her back so he could feel the moans in her chest build up before she released them into the air,

She thought she was an expert in the matter, but it took less than five minutes for Clark to show her how much there was left to experience.

She nearly screamed when he began to kiss her neck and was only able to stop herself by squeezing him as hard as she possibly could,

"You okay?" He asked, slowing down to check on her,

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded as she caught her breath, "The neck thing just caught me by surprise, must be a sensitive spot for me or something,"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked,

"You stop you're a dead man," she snapped,

He smiled at her in a way she had never seen before before diving back at her neck with the same hunger as a starving vampire.

After a while Rashida stopped caring who could hear her, moaning as loudly as her lungs could manage for half the block to hear, Clark didn't stop her either, each moan was a trophy he had been waiting to receive for nearly two decades now and there was nothing on earth that could stop him from receiving them.

Water was now coming over the edges of the pool in giant waves as Rashida felt herself approaching orgasm, and judging by the now uneven pace of Clark's thrusting he wasn't far himself,

Rashida looked at him and smiled, grabbing his checks and kissing them deeply, as she felt him try to pull away she locked her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out.

"Rashida..." Clark was able to gasp before she put a finger to his lips,

"I trust you," she assured him, "Trust me,"

He smiled and nodded, picking up the pace for one last home sprint,

The two locked eyes as Clark released inside of her, the sensation of which was enough to bring Rashida over the edge shortly after.

The two floated there, catching their breath as the waters around them grew still,

"Holy shit," Rashida finally said,

"I know," Clark agreed,

"You've been holding out on me honey," she joked, "How long have you been hiding that one?"

"Twenty years," he said with a fully serious tone,

"Well I hope you have a few more saved up," she said, "Cause I don't think I'm done yet,"

"I think I can manage that," he agreed,

"Oop," Rashida was caught off guard as she felt the tip of his penis brush against her again, "Hello sailor,"

"That was fast," He remarked, a little concerned that he was back up and running so quickly,

"I read that happens to everyone," she assured him, "It'll go away in a few hours, until then,"

She finally pushed away from him and swam over to the ladder at the edge of the pool,

"Let's not waste the opportunity," she said as she climbed out of the pool and walked over to the deck chair, letting the water roll off her body as she sat down and spread her legs directly in Clark's gaze.

Clark didn't need any invitation and immediately climbed out of the pool after her,

"Hold on," Rashida said as he stepped onto the deck, "Wait there for a moment,"

"Is there a problem?" Clark asked, looking down at himself to look for cuts, scraps of cloth or anything else that could've put her off,

"You've been getting an eyeful of me for days now," she explained, "We ladies like some eye candy too, hold still,"

Clark complied, preparing himself to stifle the impulse to cover his body, an impulse that never came,

Her eyes didn't seem to burn against his skin the way he expected them to, sure there was lust there, but also something else, something that suggested she wasn't looking at him like a piece of meat to chew on as much as she was appreciating the new view of a person she found beautiful, and unbeknownst to him Rashida was feeling the same as Clark's eyes danced across her open lips.

"Rashida," Clark said after a while, "You about done? Things are getting a little... hard,"

"I noticed," she grinned, "You gonna do something about it, Mr Gentleman?"

Without warning, Clark walked over to Rashida and in one swift motion lifted her into a fireman's carry,

"As a gentleman, I will take my lady to bed," he answered, playing along with her game,

"The bed?" Rashida questioned, "Too fancy for my tastes, the shower will do."

***

Despite them trying their best to hide it, Maria noticed a huge difference in body language between Chloe and Aaron as they drove into the former's driveway.

It was little things Maria noticed, like how they were leaning towards each other as opposed to leaning towards the window like they had yesterday, how Chloe seemed to place her hand on his thigh whenever he made her laugh, no this in and of itself wasn't abnormal but usually, the hand would be placed closer to the knee, when Chloe did it her hand was almost explicitly close to his dick, to where it almost seemed she was ready to grab it at a moments notice,

A choice glance with Freddie in the driver's seat confirmed he was suspecting the same thing.

"Well Aaron," Maria said as the car stopped, "I hope we didn't make you too uncomfortable by making you stay overnight with all the... partying,"

"No, no," Aaron assured her, "I actually had a really nice night, I'd love to do it again,"

Chloe turned away rather obviously to hide her blushing,

"Well then we'll see you next time," Maria grinned, "I'll leave Chloe here to let you know when the next ones happening, think you can manage that Chlo?"

"Hmm?" Chloe said, clearly not paying attention, "Oh, yeah sure, totally,"

"Right," Maria said suspiciously,

"Well thanks for the ride guys," Aaron said, patting Freddie out of the shoulder and climbing out of the car, running around to the other side to get Chloe's for her.

"See you around Big Balls!" Maria shouted out her window as they drove away,

"What's big balls?" Chloe questioned,

"Just Maria being Maria," Aaron shrugged off, "I wonder if my mom sent out the search party yet?"

"She didn't know you might be out overnight?" Chloe asked,

"I didn't know," Aaron admitted, "I kinda got caught up with something,"

"Oh sorry about that," Chloe said,

"Don't worry, you can make it up to me," Aaron assured her, grabbing her lower back and pulling her close,

"How about later today?" She asked, leaning into him,

"I might just take you up on-," he was about to kiss her when he stopped suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chloe's father, standing on the front porch watching them with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed,