I Fell for a Librarian B. 10

Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family.

I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.

I fell for a Librarian.

Book 10

I told Sargent White that the Grinch, as was the hospital tour, was a big hit. "I will do this every year; just give me a week or more notice to balance my schedule. I start college in the summer."

I got home to a note from Mom and Mary. "

Off shopping for last-minute gifts, and Susan is upstairs waiting on you, dear she wants to try your solo again."

I go upstairs to soft music from the bed; the scent of candles matches the mood, and the lights shift colors. Then, finally, I hear the shower turn on and walk in, dropping my Santa suit and green leotards. Susan hits me with cold cream to remove my face makeup. So that was taken care of; Susan pulled me into the shower and washed me. It was pretty loving that you mostly avoided my hard cock, but you did a good job washing us up, and you turned the water off. You take my hand and kiss me as your hand brings me to your wet lips. Your pussy is hot, your lips are swollen, as is the hard nub of your clit, and your eyes are lidded, and half closed.

Your cute breast is popping with hard nipples. I take some of your juices on my fingers as I tease your pussy, then your nipples to moans of your pleasure. Your hands have not stopped holding my cock. You push me down on the bed as you straddle me fitting me in your pussy lips as you rub my cock head to your hot clit to your moans and mews. "Fuck so good, so fucking hard this hot cock fits in me fuck let's try this again."

Then you wiggled your hips, and my seven-inch cock slipped into you. Mews of joy as I start hitting your cervix to your hip bucks to groans. "Fuck how do you feel better, Dan baby? How so fucking hot I'm on edge; so close now you hit all my right spots. How is it so fucking good, please, a bit harder, baby, wait, quarters, baby, what are you thinking? Can we stop, please, baby? I got to pee bad, and I'm unsure if water sports are my thing yet?"

I did; you got up, went to the bathroom, peed, came back, and say. "Damn, it felt so fucking good it was like I needed to pee and damn it, I did. Now where was I? Oh yes, my hot pussy was taking your best, Dan."

As you now climb back on top, you move with your need, and your break is letting us start over to new moves from you; you're twisting my cock. First, it feels good you learned how to squeeze your pussy. Then, you lean forward so your breast hits my face as my lips tease your large, complex, hot nipples. I love seeing all the signs of your arousal, your edge comes on you, and you tremble and scream as your first come hits you. You were folding into yourself as your moan became a scream. Then, you started pounding me like a football match, and I was down in points.

I helped in the pounding; my need to flood you with my cum becomes my only thought as I pound you up on my cock. You're getting it a bit rough as you freeze as my cum blows out of my cock, spraying your pussy. You drip down on me as you pull me out a large glob of my cum, and lots of your sexy juices drain out.

I hear. "Shit, don't you think for a second about munching my lucky charms? My clit is so tender I'd scream, and not in a good way. Dan, thank you. I can start to feel my toes again. Now tell me about this quarter's thing Dan, Mary, and I have discussed. She tells me as soon as you hear your SATs?"

I say. "Susan, is this sharing a one-time thing for you, or would you like to grow old with us dear a band of gold perhaps to keep what we have now?"

Susan gasped and jumped me in bed, and kissed me. I took that as her answer.

I leave the bed and return from the bathroom carrying a porcelain antique wash basin. I found it in a resale shop for ten bucks and a washcloth with a large dry towel. I hear giggles coming from the cushions on the window seat. It's my Mom and Mary. I wonder how long they were there as I clean Susan up, and we snuggle in the bed to warm hugs from both my ladies.

Mom says. "Someone going to fill me in this Quarter thing, Baby? I'm not sure I follow, but I'm in if Dan has any plans for us."

I hear. "So in." From Mary.

And Susan added. "Yes, In, please."

We ate a light supper as Christmas Eve was the next day. I got a few gifts for each of my ladies. It was most of a paycheck but oh so worth it. Each of my ladies received from the same artist from the Museum of Fine Arts gift shop a handmade scarf a one of a kind coupon gift card for books, I give you all loaded micro S.D. cards with hundreds of albums of music I wish to share, a bottle of perfume each that I thought matched your personalty, Super sexy knickers, tickets for the opera for four, a bowling family pass, and I made hundreds of coupons for a dozen sex acts to cuddles or deep massage to a solo date night. Sexy remote-controlled vibrator panties and two extra panties were to add to Patrice's gift, so we all got a toy.

I also had four custom rings made of four bands woven into a straightforward gold, and they were engraved on the inside of the rings.

"

With this ring, we join as one; with this promise, I love you till the world stops turning."

I'm hoping for good SATs scores, and that my financing for college is in line, Mom talked about going back to college to earn a medical assistant degree its two years. So I added a check for tuition, and with Mom's college records, Mary's friend in H.R. hooked me up because Mom's grades were excellent in school, much better than mine.

She is a hot Coed in college in the summer with me; I'm looking forward to that. I left it to the college to send a letter showing the Mom's student I.D. Number and what we are to do to sign up for classes. My Mom is going to flip; she has no clue.

Mom's bosses at work have approved her time off for school, but she is still getting her hours in. So when Dr. Y heard what I was doing with my Mom paying for her college, they set up a scholarship in Short Round Jackie's name; it helped pay for our textbooks and money for tutors.

We exchanged gifts that night to music playing the lady's favorite Christmas music Mary, Mom, and Susan gave me a retro tube stereo and great speakers. I gave Mary a treasure hunt of clues. To go here, I hand you your first clue.

Give me a tap, and I'll give you some suds; I come in

handy but not near a tub,

especially if covered in dirt.

Next, you go to the liquid soap dispenser in the kitchen, but nothing is there but the downstairs half bath, and you find the soap and the next written clue.

I'll protect you from the hot sun or rain on a stormy day but don't forget to put me down, or I'll blow away; people say don't open me in the house if you don't want bad luck to play.

You walk quickly to the front hall and go to an umbrella stand. You open an umbrella, and the third note falls out.

If you open me up and take a peek, watch my light come on; inside, you will find a tasty frozen treat.

Going to the kitchen, you open the freezer and see the fourth note.

They say a story can take you to a faraway place. But a book still needs a cozy place to stay, but if my words were dirty no need to ban me.

Mary goes to my bookbag and pulls out Catcher in the Rye. The note was in the paperback book.

The fifth note

This is a house that's built for a car. I even have a massive door that lifts up so you can get inside.

Mary runs out of the entrance to the garage and sees the Sixth note on her car.

Please turn off the lights in the room and rest your head on me. I'll help you fall fast asleep many lands can you visit then.

Mary and the ladies run to the bedroom, open the door, and see the last note on the pillow.

I'm Tall and solid; all homes have me. To get me open, you'll need but want to sleep turn me to enter into our break-room.

Mary looked at her sisters with questions till she saw it. I had changed the bedroom doorknob to the marble pair from the Break-room, and the brass plate on the door was made into a desk paperweight for your office sitting at your desk with a red ribbon tied on it, waiting till our first day back.

Mary was a good sport looking at all the clues as her sister and my Mom were, but when you found the door knob, you broke into tears as you buried your head in my chest. I held you and kissed your head. The smell of your shampoo reminds me of combing your hair that first time.

Mom says. "Break, what room? Must be one hell of a story there; spill it, baby."

I told my ladies of. "Riding to the Library to get an A on my history report, desperate for a passing grade after getting tied to my bed, my homework was stolen. I needed a good grade, or I would lose a scholarship. I saw the sexiest woman besides my Mom working, running three things at once. I walked up and smiled at you; you returned my smile as if you now only see me; you made eye contact as you asked what I needed. From then on, no one else existed; the people faded from my view, a first for me."

Mary says. I thought he looked like a kid I gave him a Popsicle and a book too, cause his Mom went to the restroom, and he was crying because he could not find his Mom. So he wandered off looking for his hot Mom. Bobbie, you saw him eating that frozen pop reading aloud to me, asking me what a word was; his eyes were so blue."

I say. "Mary was so kind. With your offer to help make two-sided copies and where the copier was. I had that lost look that men often get by not asking for directions. You asked me to wait for your replacement counter help, and a guy got into your face, and I calmed him down or offered to hurt him. We had a moment in the history books static held her dress up on her waist, and you dropped to the floor to look for my flash drive that we dropped. Not one thought about getting your things dirty. I was just me Mom, a boy/man, but I told Mary that I told my Mom about my dates without going into too many details. She knew who I slept with after getting tied up by an ex-girlfriend. I saw most of the sexy things you wore before I knew your name, but my Mom told me to treat anyone as a lady and with respect. We kissed that first time, maybe as a joke, but no, this is in no way a joke. You raised me to be a man, Bobbie. Thank you. That first kiss melted my belt buckle. I was surprised my pants stayed on or how I acted like I wasn't so turned on, but it was clear Mary trusted me because it's how she acted. You watched me hide the entrance from the outside no way would she let me do that if she did not trust me. The bedroom door knob is from our break-room. I made her crazy, totally crazy with lust that first night we were both sluts to each other. I was the lucky one; she made me come like I was turned on a thousand % by a Dragon-rider, a warrior princess who did not need anyone to save her. I returned the favor, Mom; she damn near drowned me, but one taste of our hunger for each other may have started with lust, and by week's end, it was so much more. We used the break room as our escape. We could get naked and wash up after we played as lovers often do."

We danced and drank eggnog till midnight, and we slept in our bed and woke to music with smells of coffee, bacon, and eggs. Mom was cooking and singing as we set the table to Christmas music. We had breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen; we found ourselves reading. Being near each other was pleasing; the music was good, and the company was better.

Mary's phone beeped with a text message. It was not work. She set ringtones for each of us or work, and I've heard most of them, but your face went white as you read it. You made eye contact with me and tilted your head toward the downstairs hall half bath. You walk to the bathroom, start running water, and close the door showing me this text from an aunt.

"Your Dad and new stepmom are in town this weekend for NYE doing a tent revival to raise money for his church . He wants you two back in his flock to honor your Dad. He is such a fine man. He does the Lord's work, and his church building burnt down, and they need to raise money to build a new building. It's been a work in progress for ten years now. How many people will you bring at a hundred a ticket, or should he come to get you guys?"

I looked at Mary's face; tears flowed, and you trembled.

I say. "I love to hold you right now till you feel safe, baby. No, sorry, time for me to grow up. Come on, we wasting time pack an overnight bag let's get the girls. I'm calling Sergeant White."

Mary says. "I will pack for both of us; you tell Mom and Susan, then call the officer. Baby, bet we can do this in ten minutes."

I told Mom and Susan about the text and say. "We're staying in a motel off the grid. I said this once before. It's not worth staying. So we are leaving, and I fucking mean now!"

They both flew up the stairs and had bags in hand it was nine minutes; Mom came down first with a Crown Royal blue bag with her pistol in it. Mom had a cute little .25 caliber auto we got after our ordeal. It was also known as a Saturday night special. Mom showed me she had it and handed it to me; checking it, I looked at it five years ago, and now the rounds in the clip are new and shiny. The gun has seen a tuneup as fresh oil was apparent.

I texted Sergeant White with the email and a brief history of Susan's abuse. I received a text back.

"Is Susan willing to talk to The Assistant District Attorney? The statute of limitations is past, but if we have you guys wear a wire and get him to admit what he did and he plans on doing it again, it would restart the clock, so to speak, on her abuse. So I back your call if you need just a safe space. I rent you a room in my name, no credit cards; my brother is a manager at motel eight; we will hook you up. Are two rooms enough I'll make a call and hook you up?"

I texted back.

"No, thank you; one room, please I can't watch two rooms at once. We are on the road, and again, Thank You."

We were in the car and out of the house in under eight minutes; Mary gave me a fanny-pack with a .38 caliber pistol, a hammer-less Lady Smith inside, and a speed loader ten rounds in the pack. I kept checking to see if we were followed. Having the gun increased my stress; I had Mary drive as I watched from the back seat.

We got a text in route with a room number, and we walked into the Honeymoon suite, and two officers in khakis and polo shirts were talking on phones and updating us on where the preacher was. The two detectives are in plain clothes. One is dressed as a hotel worker, the other just a guy in sweats, and someone from the Assistant District Attorney's office with Sergeant White.

We talked to Susan about getting her Dad to pay for his crimes on the car ride over. She's in as we are; I will not have to deal with this for twelve years like Susan. So this ends now, hoping my thinking was not just bravado. Arriving there, we talked to the Assistant D.A. They have been looking at this church with dear old Dad, and it's an uptick in crimes every time they come to town. So they set up and were watching, hoping to get someone inside. A plan was made to wire the house for sound, set up a sting, get it all on video, and let them come to us.

Our house was picked. I turned over a set of keys, and they made plans to prep our home for live CCTV with sound. We talked about how to get them to come to us. The girl's Dad had never been to the house, and Mom asked. "If he fell more in control at our house or where they are staying?"

I called Dr. York and asked her a few questions, without too many details, on the best way to work this, and her insight into his mind was eye-opening. Sexual abuse is about power and dominance sex is just one tool. So I put her on speaker phone, and we discussed how best to play up to his ego, and she says. "Susan's, Dad, right? Sorry, I guessed, but he's bad; that's all I can say. Please, Dan, keep them safe."

Dr. Y. continued. "Make him think he found you at home defenseless and he is in control. Act hopeless, defeated. He must believe in your fear and do nothing that shows your resistance. If you go to him, he will win and likely have an army of followers. Some will help, and some may not. He can only bring a few thugs if he comes to you. I'd bet because he found out Mary is seeing Dan. He has intel on you guys from work, maybe to police records. Might even be the news piece where Mary works that headed him your way."

We four talked about Susan and how she was handling this Susan reached into her back pants, pulled out a spring-assisted knife looking sharp with a car seat belt cutter and a window-breaking tool, and put it back, winking at me. Not acting as if she even had it; talk about well hidden.

I see the female detective open her laptop, go online to the police records, and see my name on a request for further information. You glance at me; it's from a town in Florida. You nod at me, and I walk over, reading over your shoulder, seeing you send an email. As I read the request, I saw the email went to the FBI, but that's all I got to read.

What seemed like less than seconds later, her phone rings. She steps to the bathroom coming back in, the officer says. "They have a judge and a police chief in a small town in their back pocket. The Feds have been looking at this guy for years, can't get anything to stick, and are sending a team out from downtown to help wire the house, but there is less good news."

The FBI adds a point of worry his R.V.s and church buses have been custom fitted with hidden gun safes and hidden compartments with Kevlar armor. The shop owner that did the mods was to testify on your preacher four years ago. They're not sure what happened. They took him to court, and the Judge and police chief let him go; the case got tossed out. The compound in Florida is now vacant; the FBI walked through the place four years ago, hidden rooms, nothing they could use in court, now the church does not stop moving, they said. "They tried a few times getting people in the camp, but not one person made it happen so far." The female detective says.

I grabbed my Swiss army knife and fixed it on the back of my belt. My belt had a secret pouch in the rear of my belt called a travel pouch to hide money in my knife fit perfectly. We slept or hung out for two days as they wired our house; the FBI unit came to our home as a bug exterminator's van. We are informed that two young guys are watching our house with get this the church bumper stickers for Eagle-nest New Age Love Church of the Divine Daddy dearests church.

The team gave us each black eight-ball key-chains. You pressed it, and it was a panic button. The 1st Cavalry would roll to our rescue. The swat officer in charge had a shield tattooed on his arm. His stern look and stare mirrored my dads from his Army service in Desert Storm.

The panic button scared me. It made this all too real, and fear is an excellent motivator as it is almost a physical need to protect my ladies. So my fear was high as we four moved to the bed and napped, waiting to be on call.

Coffee was brought in with tacos to eat the mid-morning of the third day. The start was a text to their Aunt about Susan wanting her Dad, but Mary kept him from her, and Susan stole Mary's phone and listed the address. That was sent minutes ago; we got home to the bug exterminator's van taking down tenting used in termite control and adding fans to vent out the house. It smelled like bug spray as they did they sprayed for bugs.

We sat too nervous at home to do anything; even talking was iffy, as was playing music. Reading was a joke, and I half-read the same page forty-two times in a row. So what Dr. Y. offered was maybe the best idea was to put on soft porn or porn. It would give him something to focus on and give us an edge over his thinking. Mary suggested that we watch Debbie does Dallas as the star looks a lot like my Mom, I was dying to know how Mary knew this, but it was low on my list of things to worry about just then.