El Burro

El Burro.

Ricky Clark glared at his boss of just two weeks, Bill Allison.

"You promised me forty hours a week, Bill. The reason I left Clancy's was because you promised me full time work. Now you pull this shit!"

Bill snatched the work hours rota that Ricky was waving and slapped it on the counter top. "Things change, Ricky. I have to rota according to the needs of the business. We just don't need you to do full time at the moment."

"And what about Victoria, then? Huh? How come she gets forty hours? She just started. I notice she's doing all the days you're working. What's up with that?"

Bill's face was growing increasingly red. Maybe he'd have a heart attack and die. Huh, fat chance, Ricky thought.

"What are you implying, Ricky? I'm the manager. What I say, goes. If you don't like it..."

Ricky had already pulled off his apron and was stripping off his McDonald's tee shirt. His bare chest elicited a whistle from a group of girls eating at a nearby table. He threw his hat at Bill's feet along with the other items and then ripped the rota into shreds, tossing it to the floor too.

"What? I can leave? Well guess what? I quit."

"You can't just quit, Ricky, you're booked on until midnight. Now get dressed," Bill said, fear in his eyes. Ricky was holding this shift together, and Bill knew it.

"Get Victoria to do it," Ricky said. "I'm off."

"I'll refuse to give you a reference, Ricky. Think about that," Bill shouted to his back as he headed for his locker to retrieve his own shirt and coat.

"You think I'd want a reference from a grease pit like this? Get a fucking life."

Bill stooped to pick up the discarded clothing and torn paper from the floor. How the hell had he let Victoria talk him into the extra hours? Now he'd be stuck here until midnight himself. His wife was going to kill him.

Ricky walked back through the restaurant, heading for the door.

"Ricky, let's discuss this like adults," Bill called after him. Ricky's reply was a single raised middle finger, as he left the building to a round of applause and whoops of encouragement from half the occupants of the room.

* * *

"You're home early. Is everything alright?" Norma Clark asked, as Ricky stormed in the front door and headed straight up the stairs. She winced as his bedroom door slammed. "What now?" she said to herself.

"Who was that?" Jessica said.

"Was it Ricky? What's wrong?" Her twin sister, Julie, asked.

"I don't know. He just came in like a bear with a sore head and stormed straight to his room," their mother said, drying her hands and sitting at the kitchen table. "He's supposed to be working until midnight tonight."

"I'll go up," Jessica said, heading for the stairs.

"You want me too?" Julie said.

"Nah. I got this. He talks to me better," Jess said, climbing the stairs two at a time.

"Why is that?" Norma said. "How can one of you be closer to your brother? You're twins."

"Jess is more empathic, I'm more practical. She'll talk him down, I'll try to fix it later," Julie said, returning to the lounge to watch TV.

A tousled head of white-blonde curls peered around the kitchen door frame, then a rail-thin teen shuffled into the room. Her gothy clothes hung on her slim frame, and she sidled up to her mother and whispered, "Is Ricky OK?"

Norma's arm encircled the waist of her youngest child and hugged her. "He'll be fine, Gaia. Jess has gone to talk to him." She nodded, but made no move to remove herself from her mother's embrace. The twins were close, of course, but somehow Ricky and Gaia had an unbreakable bond that might even be stronger than their sisters.

Jess and Julie were twenty now, Just finished with their second year of university. Ricky was eighteen, and filling a summer before he started university in the autumn. Gaia was newly seventeen. She was quieter than the others. Norma wondered if it was because their father, Alex, had left when she was only three years old. Julie and Jessica had memories of their father. Ricky had a few recollections of him. Gaia had nothing. Norma hugged the girl tight and kissed her cheek. "He'll be OK, Sweetie."

"I'll talk to him later," Gaia said, drifting off to her room at the end of the downstairs corridor.

* * *

Jess walked in through Ricky's bedroom door without knocking. He was sitting on the bed, staring at the opposite wall. Jess sat next to him and took his hand. Ricky didn't resist.

"You're angry. What happened?"

Ricky sighed. "That prick Bill Allison. He cut me down to ten hours for next week. I'm supposed to be saving for university!"

"But didn't he promise you full time?" Jess said. "What happened?"

"Victoria Smith happened."

Jess grimaced. "Sticky Vicky? She got a job at McDonald's? Wow. I assume she 'persuaded' him to give her your hours?"

"Seems that way. I quit, Jess. What do I do now?"

Jessica slid an arm around her brother and hugged him. "We'll work something out, Bro. Don't worry."

* * *

Norma was worried about her son, but held her tongue during dinner. Ricky sat sandwiched between Jessica and Gaia, and still seemed to have his appetite, so she let him be. He sat in the lounge later whilst Norma did the ironing and the twins went out to meet friends in town. When she next looked in, Gaia was cuddled up beside her brother, his arm around her shoulders as they whispered to each other. Norma knew better than to interrupt.

* * *

Ricky sat staring at the blank screen of the TV. He'd intended to switch it on when he sat down, but his thoughts had caught up with him. The couch moved, and a blonde head leant against his shoulder. "I'm here," Gaia said. Ricky put his arm around his little sister and pulled her close.

"I know. Thanks."

They sat in silence for a while, Ricky's hand stroking over Gaia's back. He could feel her ribs, through her tee shirt, as small corrugations in her skin. She'd always been thin. Not unhealthy, but always on the edge of underweight. He'd fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, so he was told. He'd been just over a year old when Gaia first appeared in his life, and he'd been at her side through every event of her life. Crawling, first steps, first day of school, losing her first baby tooth. Ricky had always been her champion. Her presence calmed him, now.

"What will you do?" she whispered. "You need a job to get money for Uni, don't you?"

"Yeah. The money from dad's estate will pay for tuition and even go towards accommodation, but I need some spending money."

The blonde curls nodded on his chest. "Tell me something about him."

"He seemed so tall, but I was only five. In photographs he's a lot taller than mum, though. He used to put me on his shoulders and carry me. I felt like I was on top of the world, looking down at everyone. Like a giant."

"When did you find out... you know."

Ricky stopped his stroking on Gaia's back. "He was dead? I don't know. A while after, I guess. Jules and Jess were always crying, and I didn't know why. It was because he left us, of course, but then it got worse. Finally someone told me that he went to God, and he wasn't ever going to come back. I cried, too, then."

"I hate him for leaving us, even though I don't remember him at all. I hate him more for dying," Gaia said.

"He was in love. They got drunk, then took out that stupid red sports car he'd bought. They hit a bridge support on the motorway. Mum says they both died instantly."

"Her name was Ellie, wasn't it? The tart. The homewrecker. She deserved to die. He didn't."

Ricky nodded. "Valid thought," he said. "You want some ice cream?"

Gaia perked up. "Chocolate?"

"Let go of me and I'll get us some." She clung tighter. "No, I'm not done with cuddling yet."

"I can't get ice cream if you don't let me go, Squirt."

"All right, but more cuddling after. OK?"

* * *

Julie and Jess ambushed Ricky the next day. He'd not long been awake, and was still snuggled under the covers when the twins barged into his room.

"Don't you two ever knock?" he said. "I could have been... doing something private."

"Nah, you do that in the shower," Jess said, giggling. "We need to ask you something."

"How did you know... never mind. What do you want?"

"You need a job, for the summer, right?" Julie said.

"Yeah."

"We're going back to Benidorm again next week. You could come with us," Jess said.

"And do what? I don't know anything about bar work."

"You could bus tables," Julie said. "We can get you a job at the club where we work, in the restaurant and bar. We've found a little apartment with two bedrooms. We were going to rent out the second room. We could rent it to you. There's all the hours you want to work, and free meals on duty."

"Do you think mum will go for that?" Ricky asked.

"She let us work there when we were eighteen," Jess said.

"To be fair, you went on holiday, then rang her to say you weren't coming back," Ricky said.

"We'll talk to her. Are you in?"

"What about Gaia?"

"You're going to Uni in October anyway. You can ring her every day if you want. She's a big girl, now, Ricky," Julie said.

"Let me ask her."

* * *

Gaia's door was ajar when Ricky had dressed and made his way downstairs. He knocked.

"Come in, Ricky."

"How did you know it was me?" he said, sitting on the side of her bed. She was still in her sleep shirt, sitting on top of the covers, reading. Gangly, pale legs crossed at an impossible angle.

"You knock. Mum just barges in, the twins don't come to my room any more."

"Did you fall out with them?"

"No, I threatened them that if they didn't keep out of my room, I'd tell mum where they hide their sex toys." She smiled at him, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

Ricky blushed. "Yeah, well, um... I need to ask you something. The twins are going back to Benidorm, in Spain, working for the summer. They asked me to come with them. They can get me a job there."

"Your question is?" Gaia asked, frowning.

"Should I go? It means I won't see you all summer, then I'll be off to university in the autumn."

Gaia leapt from the bed and ran to give her brother a hug. "Thank you for thinking about me, Ricky. I love you so much, but you should go. It's work, and travel, and a life experience. Hey, maybe you'll even find a girlfriend."

Ricky squeezed his little sister. She was the only one to whom he'd confided his lack of experience in dating. He assumed the twins would tease him, if they knew, and his mum would get all concerned about her son's lack of a love life. "You're OK with it?"

"No, but you should go. I can't have you to myself for ever, can I?"

Ricky kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, Sis."

* * *

Benidorm was hot. It smelled of street food and sunscreen. There were scantily clad bodies everywhere. The flight over by budget airline, had been bearable, and now he stood with Jules and Jess outside the white painted apartment building.

Their mother had been surprisingly agreeable to the idea of Ricky following his elder sisters to Spain. She's cried at the airport, of course. Gaia had refused to go to see them off, but had clung to

Ricky for a full five minutes before he left the house. She'd whispered, "I love you," before rushing to her room and locking her door.

"Señorita Clark?" The squat man in the brown suit smiled at Julie, then spotted Jess. "Two señoritas? OK, here is your key. Rent is due the first of the month. Yes?"

"We pay by bank transfer each month, Señor." Jess said.

"Bueno. Have a good summer."

Jess jingled the keys. "Home, sweet home. Come on, let's see inside."

The place was small, but clean and well maintained. The girls took the larger room with the king-sized bed, Ricky took the smaller room, though it still had a double bed. There was a kitchenette, a lounge, and a bathroom with a shower over the bath.

"How will this suit you?" Julie asked, peering into Ricky's room.

"It's great! You're OK sharing a room?" he asked. "What about if you have a boyfriend over or something?"

"We don't have time for boyfriends, here, Ricky," Jess said. "But if we did, we'd just share one."

Jules giggled. "Come on, lets get down to the club. The boss wants to meet you."

* * *

Club Casa Blanca sat in a dingy street not far from the beach front. A bored looking man in a suit stood by the entrance, frowning. His face brightened when he saw the twins. "Señorita Jess, Señorita Jules, it is good to see you again. You come back to work, Si?"

"Yes, Santiago. We're back for the summer," Jules said. "Is Sam in?"

"Si, si. Go on up." His eyes drifted to Ricky. "Who is this?"

"This is our friend, Ricky. He's looking for a job for the summer."

"OK. Go on up. Sam is in the office."

"Friend?" Ricky asked.

"Go with it. Best not to mention you are our brother at work. It might cause a problem," Jules said, as they climbed the stairs.

Sam was, in fact Samantha, a world weary woman from Manchester with long grey hair and thick glasses perched on her long nose. She greeted the girls with a hug and shook Ricky's hand. The discussion about his employment was taken care of first, and Ricky was told to start the next day, along with Jules and Jess. Sam kept referring to his sisters as 'entertainers', and Ricky waited until they were back at the apartment before he asked. "What is it that you do at Club Casa Blanca, Jess? Sam calls you entertainers. I thought you did bar work, or waitressing, or something."

"That's what mum thinks, too. We got you a job, now you have to keep our secret. OK?"

"God! You're not strippers, are you?"

"We work on stage. We're entertainers. We mostly do that without clothes on, yes," Jess said. "You say nothing about this to mum or Gaia. Understand?"

Ricky sat down on the hard couch and sighed. "Yeah. I guess. I mean, won't it bother you, me working there. I might see you."

The twins looked at each other and nodded. Jess went first, pulling off her tee shirt then unsnapping her bra, she shimmied out of her jeans and stood there in pale pink panties. Jules soon followed suit, joining her twin in just lilac underwear.

Ricky stood up, his mouth gaping, though no sound came out.

"There you go. You've seen us in our work clothes. Actually, we're more comfortable naked, so you'll see us like this a lot," Jess said.

"Less the panties, of course," Julie chuckled, "But I think you've had enough surprises for one day."

Ricky couldn't help but stare at his sisters tits. Like every teenage boy, he'd rifled through the laundry. His mother was a 38C bra size, the twins were both a 34B. He didn't think Gaia owned a bra. He'd never found anything in the laundry basket and, at seventeen, she still had nothing to put in one.

"You're gorgeous," Ricky managed.

"Well, thank you, sir," Jess giggled. "Feel free to join us, when you get comfortable with nudity."

"J-join you? You mean naked?"

"Yeah. Anytime you feel comfortable, we'll be cool with it," Julie said.

"Showers, then out for dinner, I think," Jess said, heading for the bathroom.

* * *

The next day was a learning experience for Ricky. He'd noticed the banner outside the club when they arrived in the late afternoon.

Tonite! Jules, Jess, y Carlos!

"Carlos?" he'd asked Jess.

"Our co-star," she'd replied.

Ricky learned the jobs he was responsible for in the bar and restaurant. Clearing plates and dishes, collecting glasses and washing them. Stocking the back-bar with bottled and canned drinks. He sat with the twins for a quick meal before the club room opened that night, then went to work.

He could hear the music coming from the club, and wondered what went on in there. It wasn't long before he found out.

"Ricky. We're short of glasses. Go and collect some empties from the club tables," the barman, a loud Australian known as Mad Max, shouted above the din. Ricky took a tray and walked through to the club, then stopped in his tracks. A small Spanish woman in stockings and suspenders lay on a couch on the stage, whilst a huge black man rammed his cock mercilessly into her as she squealed and writhed beneath him. Ricky had seen porn videos, but he'd never seen, or participated in, a live sex act. As he watched, the woman turned over, presenting her round ass to the man. He obliged by immediately ramming into her from behind, grabbing hold of her perfect ass.

"Glasses, come on, man!" Max yelled. "If we run out there'll be a fucking riot."

Ricky began to pile empty beer mugs and shot glasses onto his tray before taking them back to the glass washer and restocking the glass racks. When he returned to the club room, the stage was vacant. He had just filled his next tray, when a cheer went up from the assembled drunken masses. There was a drum roll, then a spotlight lit up the centre stage. The couch had been replaced with a bed, and he watched in shock as Jules and Jess came onstage. The crowd cheered as their naked forms met and they kissed. It took only minutes before they were joined in a sixty-nine on the bed. Ricky ran back to the kitchen to wash the glasses and, by the time he returned, Jess was flat on her back, being fucked by a dark haired and deeply tanned man who looked to be in his thirties. Julie was standing astride her sister while the man licked at her bald pussy.

Ricky adjusted his swelling cock and got back to work. Life would never be the same again, he thought.

* * *

The night was a blur, and the walk back to the apartment was mostly silent. He crashed in his bed and was asleep as soon as he lay down.

The next morning saw him sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, eating toast and drinking tea.

"How was your first night, little Bro?" Jess asked, wandering into the kitchen naked. Jules followed her, pouring a glass of milk before sitting next to Ricky.

"You have sex, on stage," Ricky said, still in shock. "I mean... why? How?"

"We like sex," Jess said. "And it's great money," Jules added.

"But - who's the guy?"

"Carlos," Jules said. "He's not the best, but he's the only other entertainer that's available just now." She turned to Ricky and whispered in his ear. "He's a bit small."

"We're going to take the tram down to Altea to sunbathe today," Jess said. "You want to come with us?"

"Can't you just sunbathe here?" Ricky said. "There's a beach 200 metres away."

"Altea has a nude beach," Jules said. "You coming?"

* * *

It had taken three weeks, but Ricky was finally almost used to seeing his sisters' naked bodies at almost every turn. In the apartment, on the beach, at work. His sisters' nubile, nudity was always there.

He tried to ring his mother a couple of times a week, but he rang Gaia every day. His little sister cried on the phone the first few times he called, but she slowly got used to the fact that Ricky was still available to her, even though he was so far away.

A staff party, at work one night, was the first time Ricky got really drunk. He always thought it was the little bit of Dutch courage that finally got him out of his clothing at home. After the party that night, having consumed several beers, he finally stripped for his sisters.

"Yay! You finally joined us!" Jess said. She was grinning, until he turned to face her. "Holy fuck! Jules? Come here."

Jules came into the room and stopped in her tracks. "No way!"

"Wh- what's wrong," Ricky said, looking down at his body. "What is it?"

"Your cock," Jess said, pointing.

"What?" he asked. "Am I deformed or something?"

"It's huge," Jules said, still staring. "What is it? Eight inches?"

"Um-ten, when it's hard," Ricky said, embarrassed.

"You know how you stared at our tits for the first week? Well, that's gonna happen in reverse, Bro," Jess said. "Get used to it."

* * *

"Jose is leaving the club," Jess said, one morning, as they were eating breakfast. Ricky nodded. He liked the huge black man who was, in fact, a gentle giant and everybody's friend. He'd be sad to see him go.