This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Part 6 Sharing a Bed and Assassin Sisters
I barely remember the alarm going off. As I slowly opened my eyes, I got a rising sensation between my legs. I looked down and saw Beth, her hand wrapped around my cock, slowly bringing it to life. She saw me move, looked up at me, and gave me a little smile. I wasn't in my room, and for a moment I was confused, and heard, "Looks like someone is awake."
Yesterday was coming back to me. I replayed the events in my head. Nicole and Julie, and how they accepted their new status. Julie taking my virginity, her mother laying on my chest after I brought her to climax, and Beth looking up at me with cum in her mouth after sucking me off.
At the end of the night, I walked Beth to our room and got ready for bed. We did our usual routine of brushing our teeth and washing our faces and such. The only difference was we were doing it together. We both completed our tasks in the master bathroom next to each other, naked, like it was a normal thing to do. I returned to my room and grabbed my pillows, laying them down on the king-sized bed, and climbing in.
Beth climbed in next to me, leaned up, and said, "This feels strange, having you with me. I never imagined this happening. While it feels a little awkward, I must admit that it also feels good. It's been a long time since I've been next to a man in bed. I always felt safe sleeping next to your father, felt protected. I also liked to feel his warmth; it helps me relax. I know you're not him, but you remind me a lot of him."
"Didn't you sleep at Ben's before?" I asked.
"Yes, but that wasn't the same." Beth replied. "Ben always had me tied up in bed with him. It was just another way to use me, and I never enjoyed that, never felt a close connection. This is different. Just seeing you lying there is making me happy. I know I shouldn't feel that way. My mind is telling me it's wrong, but my spirit and soul are crying out for that warmth and protection again. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, I think so." I answered. "I know I'm not Dad, and I'm not trying to be. I love him, and I know I can't replace him. What I can do is love you, care for you, and have a relationship with you that is ours. This isn't just about sex, don't make that mistake. Yes, we will have our fair share, but my connection to you now goes beyond that. Our relationship now includes love and caring in a way it did not before."
Beth replied, "I can see what you mean, Rich. You aren't my husband, and after your father, I will probably not have another, but you are taking the role of my protector. I can't tell you how important that is for me. You have been my guardian for only a day, and I already feel safer than I did before. It's like once your father died, I was on my own, even though you lived with me. I still felt alone, but I don't feel like that now. I feel like I am finally connected to another person. Thank you for that and for not being like Ben, only interested in sex and self-absorbed."
"You never have to worry about me being like Ben." I reassured her. "We may like some of the same things, but that's where our similarities end. I have always been a shy kid, and being that way made me spend a lot of time in my head. I have friends, but few, so I watched other people. I studied how my actions affected others and learned what people responded to. That just makes me sound like a creep, doesn't it?"
"No, it doesn't." Beth said, "to me, that sounds like you were more interested in others' feelings than you were your own." I thought for a moment.
"Yes, I guess that's pretty close." I answered. "I still want what I want. After tonight all I can think about is doing it again with all of you. The only thing that I get stuck on is I want you all to also want it. I can force you to do something if I need to, and I can't promise I won't have to in the future, but most of my enjoyment comes when I'm giving that pleasure back and you are willingly enjoying it with me. I loved it when Julie took my virginity, and it felt outstanding, but I liked it more knowing that she also enjoyed it. I loved it when I could make Nicole orgasm, more than if she would have just done me. And I loved seeing you get two."
"I love you are sensitive to others." Beth replied, "you have the rare combination of being dominant and sensitive at the same time. You were quite domineering this morning. When you made me undress and took me over your knee, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, but you did it in such a dominating fashion that I stopped questioning it. You did it with enough love and sensitivity that I didn't feel used. I must admit that being controlled by a strong man has always turned me on. That's what your father was, but he didn't have as much of your sensitive side as you do. Sometimes I wish he had more of that."
"You ever wonder why you never hear about my side of the family, Rich?" Beth asked.
"You told me you were an orphan and grew up in various foster homes." I answered.
"Well, that's not entirely true," Beth admitted. "My father abused me. Nothing sexual, but he would physically beat me all the time. He was a drunk and would get violent and beat both me and my mother. After taking the abuse for so long, she left us. I never saw her again, and I never forgave her for leaving me with him. The beatings continued, but worse. And since I was the only one, I received all his attention. It got so bad that my teachers noticed it and reported him. They took me away and placed me in the custody of foster homes when I was 11, and that's why I could never let you end up in the foster system."
Beth continued. "Some homes are excellent, but most are not. When you're a kid, you want a safe and stable environment. You also want someone to give you attention. My foster family never abused me, but they never paid much attention to me. I would act out and get in trouble just so they would notice. They arrested me a few times. I did drugs, and I was otherwise wasting my life away. When I turned 18, they removed me from the system but I didn't have anywhere to go. That's when I met your father."
"I was trying to score some drugs in a bar when he approached me." Beth explained, "We talked and spent the entire evening drinking. At the end of the night, he asked if he could give me a ride home. I told him I didn't have anywhere to go, so he took me to his place. He lived with a couple of other guys, all club members, and I crashed there with him. He was a gentleman and didn't pressure me for sex. It was odd considering what I would learn of him later, but he must have seen something in me. After a few days of watching me just waste time, doing drugs, and drinking, he started setting me straight. He took me to a few places in town and helped me get a job. He took me shopping and bought me new clothes. He helped me get sober, taking me to meetings and watching me closely so I wouldn't regress."
"He started controlling me even more," Beth went on. "I had to dress the way he wanted, had to act how he wanted, and I had to get permission to go anywhere unless he was with me. You would think that someone would chafe at that treatment, but I thrived in it. Here was someone who was paying attention to me, that was taking care of me, and best of all, wasn't beating me. We would have sex, in fact, a lot of sex. While he wasn't the most attentive lover, it was the best I ever had. I only had sex twice before your father, and those times were when I was still in High School. We were all young, and fumbled through."
"Your father was the first person I was with that knew what he was doing in bed," Beth admitted. "He instructed me on how he liked things, taught me how to pleasure a man, and showed me various sex acts I never heard of before. I enjoyed every minute, not because of the sex, which was great, but because I had his attention. I soaked it up, every minute. After dating for a year, we got married. They indoctrinated me in the Assassins, and the rest is history."
"Damn, I didn't know about your father," I told her. "I'm not sorry I never met him, and if I did, I would probably kill him."
"You don't have to worry about that," Beth assured me. "He died many years ago. He drank himself to death; died of liver failure. We only received word because the morgue needed someone to take custody of the body. I told them to throw him out in the trash for all I cared and that's the last I heard of it."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Beth," I said, seeing her a little differently. "You needed Dad's attention and being domineering made you feel safe. He took you, molded you into a woman that he wanted, and fell in love with you. Have you heard of Pygmalion? That was a play based on a Greek mythological character. He created a sculpture so beautiful that he fell in love with it. The Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, felt sorry for him and brought the sculpture to life. That's kind of what happened to Dad. He molded you, improved you, and when he made you into his ideal woman, you came to life in his eyes. He fell in love."
"Yes, I can see that," Beth replied, turning it over in her head. "I never thought about it that way before, but it makes sense."
"And Beth, it's what's happening here. Don't you see it?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Beth replied, unsure.
I smiled and answered. "You raised me, taught me right from wrong. You molded me into the man I am today. My personality, my morals, and my outlook are largely because of your guiding hand. You did exactly what Dad did to you. It does not surprise me that having me here makes you feel secure. You made me for just this purpose. That's why, after only one day, you've connected with me on that level."
"Oh, my God. You're right." Beth replied. "I never raised you with this in mind, but I can see why suddenly I feel so safe around you. You are my ideal man. Oh boy, I both feel good about that and simply wrong. I don't know what to do with this realization. Did I subconsciously have this in mind? I mean, I knew I would have a guardian, and if you joined the Assassins, it was a good chance that it would be you. John, our leader, was always poetic in that way. I can say I didn't want you to join, but looking back, maybe I did. I never let myself fully accept Roger as my guardian, and I was certainly hoping it would not be Ben. Now I think about it. I was probably angling toward you being my guardian. That makes sense. I'm sorry, you don't hate me for that, do you?"
"No Beth, I don't." I assured her. "With your past it was only natural you wanted to again feel secure, be controlled, and get the attention you had with Dad. And if you can't have the father, I guess his son is the next best thing."
I reached over and grabbed Beth, pulling her close to me. She laid down next to me, tucking her face under my chin as if she were using me to hide from the world. I put my arm around her and rested my hand on her ass. I couldn't help it. This was a big moment for us, but her ass is just too good to pass up. She didn't seem to mind, and she moved slightly to give my hand a better feel. We fell asleep in that position. I remembered waking up a few times, and each time, regardless of what position I was in, Beth was right up against me. She must have missed feeling warmth in her bed and was taking advantage of it. I just hope she felt safe.
