*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find Miss Steaks.
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They sat in the small room, blankly staring at the casket. Every now and then, Violet Johnson would sniffle and dab at her eyes. Barkley sat, numbly twisting the beads of his heavy glass rosary in his hands. Next to him, Poppy Johnson, his baby sister sat, quietly sobbing.
"Hey," Nadine Laughton said softly.
Poppy slid over so that the blonde eighteen year old could sit next to Barkley. The two shared a soft kiss as Nadine wound her two arms around Barkley's left arm. Then Barkley again turned his attention to the front of the small room, looking at and not seeing a small smudge on the wall just above the open lid of his older sister's casket.
"Aunt Violet, I, I'm so sorry," Cassia sobbed out, sliding onto the pew next to Violet.
"I know, I know," Violet allowed herself some fresh tears as she and Cassia hugged.
Along with her family, the memorial service was attended by Petal's friends, including school friends from her days as a high school student at St. Thomas Aquinas and college student at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. Petal, a former high school Homecoming Queen and Storm cheerleader had been very popular; she'd had a bit of an entourage in high school and college and they were there to mourn the passing of the beautiful blonde.
After the funeral the following day, Barkley used the key Petal had given him and let himself into her condominium. His mother and Poppy had said they were coming with him to clean Petal's home, but at the last moment, both declared they just could not bring themselves to see her condo. Not yet. The loss was still too great.
"But, I bet you'll want her Beetle Bug," Barkley said, peering into the garage at Petal's 2005 gold Volkswagen Beetle.
First order of business was to toss all the perishable food items from Petal's refrigerator and pantry. Barkley shook his head; there were several containers of take-out food from various restaurants. Violet was not known for her cooking skills and had obviously passed that trait down to her oldest child.
The several bottles of liquor, Barkley set aside for himself. The pantry was sparse; mostly canned foods. Barkley boxed these to bring to his sister's apartment. The containers on the kitchen counter; Petal's coffee, flour and sugar containers were put into the box with the canned goods; Poppy and another girl were sharing an apartment just off the campus of ULD. Barkley was sure the two college students would be able to make use of the items.
There was nothing of note in the upstairs guest bedroom, other than some clothing that Violet and Poppy could look through. The guest bathroom had not been used in a while; the soap was still in its paper wrapper and the pump of the hand soap dispenser was still twisted in the down position. Barkley decided those could go to Poppy's as well.
"Aw yeah, jackpot," Barkley said, finding Petal's large container of marijuana on her low dresser.
"Damn!" Barkley said, finding Petal's stash of cannabis oil, zig zag rolling papers, bongs, and five pack of disposable cigarette lighters in a drawer. "Come prepared, huh?"
He smirked when he found his older sister's selection of dildos, vibrators, and pornography. The dildos and vibrators when into the trash; the pornography went into Barkley's box along with Petal's weed and booze.
"Uuuhh!" Barkley smirked; the pornography was exclusively lesbian.
Barkley carted his own booty to his two bedroom bungalow in Baylor Lake before bringing the food items to his sister's apartment. He mentioned the clothing to Poppy and she agreed that she and their mother did need to look through them.
Barkley took Petal's jewelry box and silverware box to their mother's home. Telling Violet of Petal's clothing, Barkley then left and drove home.
"Got pulled last time," Barkley thought as he placed the large tin of marijuana on his low dresser in his bedroom. "Chances they're going do it two times in a row, slim to none."
And if he did get pulled, he would submit the urine sample. It would take at least two to three weeks for them to process the sample then report back to Krebbs International. Then Krebbs would order Barkley to undergo a twenty eight day rehab and would pull him every shift for a quarter, three months, four months at most. In his mind, it really was very little risk.
"Hey, Cassia, what you doing?" Barkley asked, his cell phone on speaker.
"Nothing, the beautiful eighteen year old red head giggled. "What you doing?"
"Nothing. Want to come on over and we can do nothing together?" Barkley asked.
"Nadine going be there?" Cassia asked.
"Maybe. You want her here?" Barkley asked.
"I don't know, yeah, I guess, yeah," Cassia agreed.
Cassia was, in Barkley's eyes, one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. She had waist length flaming red hair, pale skin, large brown eyes and pouting lips; she looked just like her mother. And, just like her mother, Cassia had large breasts, a slim waist and delectable bubble butt that tapered into sculpted legs.
Nadine Laughton, Barkley's girlfriend was also beautiful, with calf-length straight blonde hair, large blue eyes, high cheekbones and plump lips. Her chest was substantial on her slender frame; she sported a 30D chest with large light brown areolae and nipples as fat as bottle caps.
Currently, Nadine was studying Child Care at the St. Elizabeth Parish VO-Tech. The Nicole King Scholarship was assisting her; she'd grown up bouncing from her mother's home to foster homes and finally winding up being adopted by Jacob Laughton, her step-father. Two years after Jake adopted her, Jake came in and caught Roberta Alice Laughton in bed with two customers from The Dead End nightclub where 'Bobbi' was a dancer. Nadine had feared the cycle of foster homes and decrepit apartments would start all over again, but Jake had sued for and won custody of his step-daughter.
Neither Jake nor Nadiene knew the reason Jake had won custody rather than Nadine's mother; in the vast majority of court cases, the mother was awarded custody. Especially when the plaintiff was a step-parent and not a biological parent.
Because Jesse Johnson was the judge presiding over the case, Roberta Laughton had zero chance of winning the court case. Even if Jacob Laughton had been a convicted serial killer out on appeal of his latest conviction, Roberta would not have had a prayer. Of course, if that had been the case, Jesse would have had CPS scoop up Nadine before Jacob could reach the doors of the courtroom. But Jacob was no serial killer so Jesse granted him custody of the beautiful child.
Seventeen years before Laughton V Laughton reached his courtroom, Foster Johnson, Jr., son of Foster Johnson, Jesse's deceased brother had graduated from law school. As a graduation present for their nephew, Jesse, Brett and Evelyn Johnson had arranged to have a party with three strippers. Bobbi Fine saw the Rolex watches, the diamond rings, the Armani and Hugo Boss suits and smelled money.
The six men all insisted on using condoms, condoms that they themselves would provide. Bobbi knew how to surritipously put holes in condoms and did just that when she rolled condoms onto the erections of Brandon, Brett, Foster, Jesse, and Parker Johnson and Steven Swenson, husband of Evelyn Johnson-Swenson.
Roberta Fine's legal troubles began when she and Norma Cleland, her attorney approached Jesse Johnson with the news of Bobbi's pregnancy. Norma was disbarred when three former clients suddenly popped up claiming that Norma had defrauded them and Bobbi was arrested for possession with intent to distribute. Her second attorney, Gary Lambert was arrested for possession of child pornography and disbarred and upon giving birth to Nadine Alice Fine, Bobbi was again arrested and Nadine was placed in foster care.
After her fifth arrest, Bobbi got the message. She dropped the idea of suing anyone for any child support and did her best to keep her nose clean. She met Jacob Laughton at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, and when she and the gainfully employed man married, Jesse Johnson called off the dogs. Until she and Jacob stood in his courtroom, that is. Since that day, Bobbi Laughton nee Fine simply vanished.
"Mom! I'm going out," Barkley heard Cassia yell.
"Barkley's," he heard her answer Debbie's mumbled query.
Barkley quickly assembled a cheese and cracker plate and threw a chicken breast and two thighs into the oven. Checking, he saw that he had bread and other ingredients, then quickly rolled out five fat joints. Each joint was treated with a few drops of the potent cannabis oil Petal had stashed in her drawer.
"Shit. Nadine," Barkley remembered and called his girlfriend.
"Hi Baby," Nadine's soft voice answered.
"Hi Sweetheart," Barkley agreed.
He told Nadine of going to Petal's apartment and also informed her that Cassia was on her way over to his house. Barkley smirked when Nadine's jealousy spiked and she said she'd be right there.
"Good, she wanted you here," Barkley agreed.
"She did?" Nadine squeaked, surprised.
"Uh huh, almost as much as I want you here," Barkley embellished.
Actually, had Cassia not inquired, Barkley would have forgotten to invite his girlfriend. He and Nadine been together only a short while and had agreed to be exclusive only a few months earlier. Barkley's devotion to Nadine paled in comparison to his infatuation with Cassia.
"Daddy, I'm going over Barkley's!" Nadine screamed; Jake was fairly hard of hearing.
"Jesus! Don't need to yell; I ain't deaf!" Barkley heard Jake retort.
"Yeah you are," Nadine whispered into her cell phone and she and Barkley shared a laugh.
Having a ten minute head-start, Cassia arrived at Barkley's home first. Barkley smiled, hearing her Mazda Miata whine to a stop right behind his pickup truck. She came to the kitchen door and knocked, then entered his small, comfortable kitchen.
"Hey," Barkley said, giving Cassia a hug.
They kissed, lip to lip. Barkley opened his mouth and Cassia accepted his tongue. His right hand travelled from her smooth back to her bare belly. She moaned into his mouth as his hand edged from her belly toward her breast. Gently, Cassia pushed him away.
"Quit! Not supposed kiss me like that," she playfully chided.
"What? Why not?" Barkley said, releasing their embrace.
"Uh? 'Cause I'm your cousin?" Cassia said.
"What? No you're not," Barkley argued.
"What? Yeah huh," Cassia said. "My dad and your dad are brother?"
"Yeah, but Uncle Parker wasn't never married to your mom," Barkley offered.
"I, I don't think that really matters," Cassia said. "What you cooking?"
"Going make us some chicken salad sandwiches," Barkley said, checking on the chicken in the oven. "Come on, let's go in the living room. Nadine's on her way."
"Barkley, what's this?" Cassia squealed, seeing the five fat joints on the coffee table.
Barkley watched her skip to the low slung coffee table. She was wearing a black sports bra that left her pale belly and smooth back bare. Her denim cutoffs were very short and very snug. When she bent to examine the five expertly rolled joints, her beautiful pale buttocks peeked out at him, and her plump camel toe was visible underneath.
"Petal had a good stash of some weed," Barkley said. "Want a drink?"
"What you got?" Cassia asked, skipping to the kitchen.
She leaned against him as he named the beverages in the refrigerator. They kissed again and again, Barkley's hand crept toward her 32DD breast.
