(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology)
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*
*This story is
NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!
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Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my father, brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!"
Mom ~ "As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve -- whore -- bitch -- property? Yes, I do." *
*Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have read my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre, I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that dick'*
(THE FAMILY: Father -- Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov; Mother -- Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov; the Triplets -- Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad' [the POV character])
{ALMOST RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF}
Kaelyne was curled up on the sofa of the living room being comforted by Vicky when Mikhail and I came bounding down the stairs.
"Oh fuck," I muttered. I started heading their way. Mikhail looked from me to the passageway which led out back to where we had left 'our' girls, Mom an Alexander.
"Mikhail and Vlad, your Mother wants to talk to you both," Vicky frowned. Her best friend's pain was a spiritual stab to her heart as well.
Mikhail followed orders. I deviated long enough to slip over to Kaelyne and kiss the top of her head. When I arrived, the first round of the confrontation was already going on.
"Mikhail, I want you to take Kaelyne and Vicky home," Mom declared.
"They are Vlad's friends, not mine," he gallantly protested.
"Mikhail, your courage is worthy of your Father. If you want to wake up tomorrow morning with a lick of hair on your body, you will do as I say," Mom stared him down. Taliyah snickered. The rest of us knew Mom was dead serious.
"Fuck you! he snarled before storming into the house.
"I'll go with him," Taliyah tried to follow.
"You -- stay," Mom snarled. I had visions of me digging a Taliyah-sized hole somewhere deep inside our back-property.
Thank God Taliyah felt the same way. She sullenly retreated to her spot beside Brandy. Brandy looked suitably terrified ~ having experience the tip of Mom's evil iceberg. I decided Brandy needed me more than I needed to placate Mom. I settled in at Brandy's side and hugged her to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Let me make something crystal clear. If Kaelyne sheds one more tear, I will take it out on both your asses," Mom glared at the two girls. "Telling her you weren't interested would have done it. You didn't need to mock her, Taliyah. Kaelyne's pain isn't what is at issue here -- me loving Kaelyne as if she was my own daughter is. You've crossed me. A rare few do it twice. No one alive has tried to do it three times."
"Are you telling me you expect me to sleep with that little faggot?" Taliyah snapped. That was moronic. Before I could warn Taliyah how foolish it was, Mom was on her. There are a multitude of spots on the body which can cause you intense pain if someone hits them correctly. Mom knew them all. Taliyah fell down to the ground, screaming in pain.
I added to the idiocy by trying to get between Taliyah and Mom. I went airborne, took most of the fall's momentum and turned it into a roll and came up in a fighting stance. Mom wasn't even looking my way.
"Are you going to do something equally stupid?" she glared at Brandy. Brandy wilted. Mom bent down and returned Taliyah to a 'pain-free' status.
"Mother-fucker," Taliyah whimpered. My parental unit stood up and back off by two steps.
"Brandy, I am proud of you," she told my girlfriend. Huh?
"Oh?" Brandy pursed her lips.
"You've made Vlad do something incredibly stupid," she explained to the quivering blonde. "His actions went way beyond hormones. He likes you enough to defy me. You do see how that turned out though. Right?"
Brandy nodded vigorously. Taliyah struggled to her feet.
"Now that we have that out of the way, here is the new game plan," Mom put her hands on her hips imperiously.
"Bitch," Taliyah ground out -- then stumbled away to escape the expected attack.
"Taliyah, do you understand why I sent Mikhail away?" Mom pierced the girl with her eyes.
"Cause he would have kicked your crazy ass?" Taliyah replied.
"No. He would have tried to kick my crazy ass and failed -- just like Vladimir did. My boys are unerringly loyal and courageous. Unlike my kind-hearted and thoughtful Vlad, Mikhail is utterly fearless, vicious and pig-headed. I would have had to really hurt him to stop him from stopping me from hurting you. Think about that before you utter one more imbecilic word."
"He really likes me?" Taliyah murmured.
"Good girl. Now before we all have to suffer through your next bout of stupidity, remember Mikhail is not here. Vlad will try because he's a decent sort and you are Brandy's BFF. I'll still crush him to get at you. Do we understand one another?"
"You are still crazy," Taliyah muttered.
"I think that is the group consensus. Alexander and Vladimir, go sit on the front porch a bit," Mom stated her demand in a courteous tone. I screwed up my resolve. Brandy body language was pleading with me to stay.
"Prince?" she whispered.
"Don't sweat it, ladies," Alexander took me by the elbow. "Mom has no compunction about hurting you with me and Vlad around, so her sending us away has to do with the twisted way her mind works, not pain. Besides Brandy, what do you think my idiot middle brother would do if you cried out?"
"Um ... help?"
"Not right off the bat," Alexander gave her a half-smile. "First he'd run to the armory and get a stave. He's smarter than Mikhail that way. Come on, Bro." I let him drag me away. Once inside ...
"You do realize we are all eighteen now, Alex. We can do what we want. Dad isn't going to let her throw us out," I reminded my oldest brother (by less than a minute).
"Wrong head, Brother," Alex chortled. "Which one of you has the best chance of helping Kaelyne and Taliyah get along ~ you, or Mom?"
We walked in silence to the front porch.
"Duh ... Thanks Alexander. I totally zoned on that."
"So what's with the 'Prince'?"
"Ah, it turns out Brandy can be rather clever when her tonsils aren't floating in semen," I explained. We sat down on a swing and chatted.
[MEANWHILE, ON THE BACK PORCH]
"I don't like either one of you," Gayle simmered. "I KNOW my boys could do better and I hope when they go to college, they will get over whatever feelings they think they have for you two ..." she held up her hand. "Hold your tongue, Taliyah, before I rip it out of your fucking skull!"
"Bitch, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you," Taliyah snapped -- then jumped back.
