Steven
I'd spent the night at Sheila's apartment, both of us feeling like the founding principals of reality had all been a lie after the incredible orgasmic experience we'd shared.
At first, we didn't say much, not even me. Of all these paranormal, climactic experiences, this one was by far the most shocking and vivid but, beyond these qualities, it also had an informative substance that the other experiences lacked. For Sheila, the effect was hard to describe. She seemed somehow changed and, amidst my wonder at what happened, I was actually a little worried about her.
I got her into her room and stripped her and myself of the rest of our clothes before we both slipped under the covers of her bed. In my arms, she came around somewhat and we began speaking in low tones, speculating without much difficulty at what it meant. Finally, we found closer comfort in each other's arms, my stiffening member also finding her sex for the kind of slow, meaningful, passionate love making that I never would have expected to have with Sheila. We ended up making love a few more times after that, never attempting another experience in light of the one we already had to deal with, our sex being partly for reasons of helping us cope with that.
She was gone when I woke up shortly after twelve noon. I grabbed a beer from her fridge and downed it, standing naked in front of her kitchenette counter and suddenly remembering that I'd actually been screwing my aunt, the infamous Sheila at that, all night. Why that would be such a big thing after screwing my own mother all this time and in light of everything else is, I suppose, attributed to the fact that it just never got old. Maybe In some ways, I still expected to wake up in my room, the one I had in my parent's house in British Columbia. I was about graduate and Staci was the number one thing on my mind and everything was normal...
I downed another beer.
A half hour later, I stood in my own apartment, still naked and drinking a third cold one while thinking about things. I hadn't bothered to put my clothes on because I was only right down the hall from her and who cared anyway? Who was going to say anything, one of the staff? Possibly the one I'd watched banging my mother down in the cave? Sometimes it all seemed so ridiculous and that's what I stood there thinking about. Well, that and a shower.
I'd finally moved toward the bathroom door, asking myself what I'd become and for once not getting an answer, when the bell sounded.
"Just a minute!" I called without much gusto.
Continuing on through to the bathroom, I grabbed a towel to at least wrap myself in. It wasn't the biggest one, but it did the trick as I entered the foyer and approached the door with some return to modesty, however mechanical. Just before I opened it, I felt a sudden surety that it would be Kitten, out looking for revenge for my getting rid of Gina, but it turned out to be even worse than that. At least at first.
It was Ashleigh and, suddenly remembering how things went the last time we spoke, I had to resist the initial impulse to slam and lock the door before the pure parasite could get in at me.
"Relax, sweetie pie," she said with a smile that carefully offered room for peace. "I'm not here to shoot you, although that's what I was going to do last night."
"Why didn't you?"
"Well... ammunition, much like blinding rage, does have a certain shelf life..." she explained.
I had to give her the smile her little joke deserved, assuming it really was a joke. As I've said, I couldn't help but like the woman, if not completely trust her, and it was times like these that exemplified those feelings.
At this particular time, her attire made it all the easier to like her. Most eye grabbing was the short, red and white jersey that sported her Burchell nipples. Below this was a pair of thin, white yoga pants that allowed her dark, trimmed bush to shadow through. The woman just couldn't fail to be a turn on, even her red and white joggers somehow adding to her natural sexuality. Irritatingly, my cock twitched beneath the towel as I wrestled my mind from her body.
"So, you're not still mad?" I asked.
"Not really. I'm not saying you won't have to pay for throwing your poor aunt into the pool in
some
way, just not the life and limb way. In the meantime, I think it's a lot more important that we come together on a few things."
"I have to be honest and say that I just don't see you really allowing that to happen," I told her, opening the door further for her and adding, "But come on in. Any woman with tits like yours deserves to be heard."
"How charming," she observed with a smirk and that trademark Burchell raised brow.
She liked it.
"Wanna drink?" I asked.
"Uh, something non-alcoholic if you have it," she replied. "I was thinking of a workout."
"
Thinking
of a workout?" I asked as I went to the kitchenette.
"Well, you know how it is sometimes. You got orange juice?"
"Yup," I confirmed, checking out her ass before she turned to sit. "Comin' right up."
"You mean the OJ, right?"
This time I laughed outright, and was actually pleased to see a much more comfortable smile on her face a minute later as I approached with her juice and another cold beer for me. Joining her where she sat cross legged on my couch, I waited for her to begin.
"Mmmm, this is delicious, thank you. ... Sooo... What happened?"
"You mean Gina."
Her unchanging conciliatory smile was confirmation enough, so I got a little more comfortable, took a breath while looking her magnificent body over before settling finally on her face to tell her straight up. Mostly.
"I noticed what was going on with Gina, found her running around spelled, or influenced as you call it, and I didn't like it. I didn't like the idea of... None of this is her fault and there's no reason why her life needs to get fucked up like what always seems to happen to people who get too close to us. I even told you, and you told me to stay out of it."
"Yes, I knew all that."
"Well, I had serious doubts about staying out of it. I didn't completely know what was going on then, but... well, I soon found out, though I thought I made it clear to Kitten about what happens to people who get close. Then..."
"And then your mother put you up to getting her out of here."
I looked up suddenly, stupidly and with an expression that may as well have admitted to it.
"I didn't know for sure," Ashleigh explained, "but the way you brought up her supposed non-involvement before I even asked kinda made me wonder. That and the fact that she followed Gina to the gatehouse. Any leftover doubts were dispelled by the look on your face just now."
" ...
Shhhit!"
I can't believe you did that, I
never
fall for that! I do that to other people!"
She smiled, obviously proud of herself but not in a completely irritating way as, at the moment, she was more interested in family business than she was one-upmanship.
"Look, I wasn't supposed to tell. I told her I wouldn't and I didn't want to break my word, so-"
"We'll talk about that," she interrupted, holding her hand up in a gestural plea for calm. "Just feel good in the fact that now you don't have to lie, and tell me what happened."
" ... Yes. Mum came to me with the same concerns about Gina, and I couldn't stay out of it any longer. Now, just because I tell you that, don't go blaming her, 'cause I'd have done what I did sooner or later anyway. Besides, considering the fact that Mum was thinking on behalf of someone, rather than abusing or even killing them, I don't think we should really complain, and I swore I'd never tell so Kitten wouldn't be mad at her."
"Holy crap, Steven, you must have some kind of martyr complex."
"That's not funny."
"Not really, no," she agreed while still smiling, "but that's why it's so fucked up. You went and did this behind my back after I told you to leave things alone, incurring not only my anger, but Kitten's eventual reaction... You had to have known you'd be caught."
"Yes," I sighed, getting a little irritated with this, "I knew there was a good chance it would all come home to roost."
