Author's Note: This one got a little away from me, ending up at 20K words. I thought about splitting it but didn't see a good point to do so. I thought about cutting some sex scenes but didn't want to read the complaints that decision would generate. Anyway, if y'all are up for a long read, I hope you enjoy this conclusion to the Dillard's story.
Chapter 5: Negotiating the Deal
Susie Rose Dillard lay in her queen-size bed. She was exhausted but right now she was far too freaked-out for sleep. Instead of closing her eyes and drifting off, Susie looked up at her bedroom ceiling as her mind tried to process everything that happened over the past twelve hours. She looked up as if the creamy white ceiling contained all the answers she needed. Or maybe she was praying.
Tonight, it seemed hard to tell where the ceiling ended and Heaven began.
Next February she would be nineteen. That was only seven months away. She would be nineteen and in her first year at Texas A&M University, home of the Aggies. She would be three hours away from her home. No—
wait.
Mama was going to sell the house and move somewhere else. So, the truth was she didn't know exactly how far away from Mama she'd be when she was away at college. All Susie knew right now was that she would be living in College Station, which was pretty much smack dab in the middle of the triangle created by Dallas, Austin, and Houston.
Where would Mama be living? Susie didn't know and the not knowing bothered her. She felt unsettled—as if she was cast adrift in the middle of an ocean, lost, far out of sight of any land.
A lot of things were bothering her right now. The not knowing where Mama was going to live—where the new family home would be—was probably not even in the top three list of things that were loudly line-dancing right now on her mind and keeping her from sleep. Other things were more
far
vexing tonight.
First and foremost, she had just caught her brother, Bobby, in bed having sex with Mama. They were for sure fucking each other, and they'd been loud about it. They must have been
good
fucking.
Susie knew a little bit about sex. Not that she was a slut—
nope.
No way! But she'd let the Varsity wide receiver—Jeffrey Davis—take her virginity in a cheap motel room after the Winter Formal. That had been about five months ago, right after she turned eighteen. That night had been her first time but not his. It hadn't hurt at all! He fucked her pretty good that night. She hadn't cum from his dick being in her pussy, but when he used his fingers and tongue—
yeah.
That part had been really good. He made her cum when he did that to her. She fucked him once again after the Spring Formal, but then they broke up. The second time had been even better. She did a blowjob but he didn't cum. He used his tongue and fingers again—and she came pretty hard. Twice. Then he stuck his cock into her pussy from behind and lasted almost five minutes before he grunted and came into the rubber. And that was that. Susie thought that if Jeffrey could have lasted another minute or two, she might have had her first-ever orgasm from a penis being in her pussy.
There'd been two other boys who tried to fuck her before the school year ended. Neither of them had been in Jeffrey's league, as far as sexual expertise went. Both of them were disappointing, to put things in the kindest way—the way Mama taught her to do. Bless their hearts! They tried so hard to give her an orgasm, but nothing had happened. They didn't even try to use their tongues! Each of them came about thirty seconds after they stuck their dicks into her pussy. Then it had been over. Those had
not
been good fucks.
So, Susie knew a little bit about sex, even though she wasn't yet nineteen. At least she knew how to tell a good fuck from a bad fuck. Based on what she heard earlier, it was pretty clear that Mama and Bobby ... what they were doing to each other ... that had been a
good
fuck. Mama had actually screamed when she came; Susie had heard that scream clear as a bell through the closed bedroom door.
The problem was that Mama was Mama and Bobby was her
God darn son!
Didn't matter whether what they'd done was a good fuck or a bad fuck; the problem was the two of them shouldn't have been fucking at all. What in the name of Lord Jesus Almighty was she going to say tomorrow morning when she saw them at breakfast? How in the Hell was
that
gonna go?
Okay, maybe she would sleep through breakfast, because it was already after four in the morning and she hadn't slept hardly a wink yet. But sooner or later, she was going to see one or both of them; what in the world was she going to say?
"Hey Bobby—nice cock! How long is that thing anyway?"
Nope. No, no,
no.
No way.
"How many positions did you guys do? How many times did you cum?"
"That's a good question! Maybe I could learn some
—" Oh, Hell no! That's just sick!
"Did he lick your pussy, Mama? Did he suck on your clit? Is that why you screamed out loud?"
Of course he did! Bobby probably licked her pussy for an hour, the way she'd screamed! Bobby must really be a stud in—
STOP it now Susie girl! Don't you dare go there!
"Did she suck your cock, Bobby? Did she swallow your cum?"
"Mama, what did Bobby's cum taste like? Was it salty? Sweet? Bitter? Tell me...."
Jesus Christ above!
She was
so
sick!
So
perverted! How could she even have such thoughts? But the thing of it was ... she was pretty sure that thinking about Bobby and Mama fucking each other was turning her on.
Susie shook head at her sick mind's perverted pictures, the ones that were making her horny, before she wrestled her incestual thoughts over to another vexing problem: her parent's divorce. They were getting divorced! Daddy had already moved out of the house! Their perfect family was shattered, in ruins. Daddy couldn't keep his pants zipped and so they were divorcing.
Where is Daddy going to live?
He was living at the Omni now—she knew that much. But for how long? Where was he going to go? He would still need to be around Dallas for his work but, since most of his work involved traveling and doing deals, he probably didn't even need a house of his own. Maybe he'd get himself a corporate apartment—one just big enough for a king-size bed where he could fuck his girlfriends.
The divorce.
The divorce was why she had gone to Daddy yesterday afternoon. She'd gone to try to talk some sense into him, to get him to see that his love for Mama and his children was more important that getting the freedom to have sex with some young girls whenever he wanted to. He didn't need to leave them all if that was the reason—it wasn't like Mama ever called him out on his little flings. Mama closed her innocent green eyes to what he was doing; she let him have his fun. For years, he had fucked around on her—and Mama knew about it. She knew about his side action, but she hadn't said a damn thing to stop him.
What did Mama say to her just a few short hours ago, when they talked together on the sofa? Before she caught Bobby and Mama in bed together?
That was our deal from before you were even born, sugar. I knew I wasn't going to be his only lover from before we were even married. We talked about it. We agreed. And for twenty years, it worked.
He didn't need to leave them so screw around, so that meant his screwing around wasn't the real cause of their divorce. Susie had gone over to the Omni yesterday to hear the real reason why, straight from the horse's mouth.
Before the night was over, her Daddy had fucked her twice and she'd cum four times.
*****
They had an early dinner together at the grill in the hotel. Just the two of them. It was kind of like a date. He had a rib-eye and she had a petite filet, with some vegetables on the side. Daddy ordered red wine and poured her a couple of glasses to drink. Nobody asked her how old she was. They both passed on desert, but Daddy ordered an after-dinner bourbon and gave her a couple of tastes from his glass.
How can he drink that stuff?
It tasted like gasoline, as far as she was concerned.
During dinner Susie tried to get the truth out of him.
"Why, Daddy? Why? Don't you love her anymore?"
"Well, little darlin', the truth is that things just ain't the way they used to be between us. We had us a good run, but now it's over. Twenty years is a long time for people to stay married these days."
"Tell me straight, Daddy. What's really going on?"
He sighed and looked away before he brought his deep blue eyes—the same color as hers—back to her face. He hummed for a while before he said, "I guess I just don't want to get old. You know what I mean? I'm fifty-five; almost fifty-six. Your Mama's fixin' to be forty but it feels like she's older than I am. She wants us to give up our parties and go off together, live in some little cottage in the middle of a forest where we're gonna ...
gonna what?
What're we gonna do together, stuck in a little cottage in the middle of BumFuck, Egypt? We're gonna get bored.
I'm
gonna get bored." He sighed again. "We're gonna be hatin' on each other within two months—you mark my words, young lady. You mark my words. If we don't get divorced now, we'll be divorced in another year. It's inevitable. All I'm doing now is rippin' off the bandaid."
Susie shook her head. "But you love each other ... don't you?"
He nodded. "Sure. We do love each other. But that and fifty cents won't even buy you a cup of coffee these days. You know what a cup of coffee costs at Starbucks? Them with their fancy names for cup sizes! No 'small,' 'medium,' or 'large' for them—no Ma'am! They got themselves ... what do you call 'em? 'Venti' and 'Grande'—right? What the Hell is the difference between a 'Venti' and a 'Grande'? And they got themselves all those fancy drinks now: you need a Master's Degree in Coffee-ology just to make some of those fancy drinks—I swear!"
"You're trying to change the subject, Daddy."
He smiled slightly, showing his crow's feet; his blue eyes twinkled for a second. "Oh, you caught that, huh? Guess you got some of my smarts, after all."
Susie nodded. "I sure did, which is why I'm going off to A&M in a few weeks. I'd like to understand what's going on before I go. All I know right now from what you've told me is that you're divorcing Mama because you don't want to make any changes in your life but Mama does. To be honest with you, divorcing her seems like a