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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into submission Part 3 (4/21/2011 12:55:58 PM)
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Wednesday...
Painting is going remarkably well, much to my chagrin. The girls haven't asked me to help at all, and Deanne managed to recruit one of her daughter's to help
so it looks like the first floor will be done by Thursday...
It's looking more and more like I have plans for Halloween. I been speaking to Leslie every night, but with her classes and clinical's we haven't been able
to get together this week, but she's really excited about her plans for the Batman scenario, as she likes to call it, has set up Saturday evening for a date.
I've discussed the basement plans with the girls, and somehow Sophie has talked us (meaning Carrie) into installing a lap pool down there, which will take
some expensive modifications to be able to handle the moisture and humidity. So for now we're putting our basement improvement plans are on hold until we can
have a professional come in and give us an estimate. Which leaves me with sitting around here being bored. I mowed Molly and my lawns yesterday, just to have
something to do, and every time I offer to paint, I have five women chasing me off. It's two o'clock and I'm in the freshly painted kitchen pouring myself a
glass of lemonade when my Cell rings, I look at it to a text message from the restricted number.
'Batman, afternoon lab canceled, be here in ninety minutes. You'll find a ski mask and a surprise in the mailbox, wear black, Cheerleader... p.s. I'll be totally clean back there for 'you know what.'
Excitement courses through me, along with a bit of fear, do I know her well enough to do this?More importantly, am I ready for this? I've done the research, and much to my surprise, this is a very common fantasy among women. In fact there's a whole sub genre of romance novels called 'Bodice Rippers' dedicated to the subject. I drink my lemonade as I mull it over, on one hand this really isn't my style, I admit I have a lack of experience in the sex department, but I'd never hit a woman, let alone force myself on her. On the other hand I really like Leslie, she's funny, cheerful, sexy as hell, and talking about a long term thing between us, not to mention open and adventurous in the bedroom. She may be the catalyst that allows me to finally get over Sophie.
Win win, right?
I head upstairs and grab a shower before sliding into a pair of black jeans, belt, black t-shirt and my black work boots I stop in the family room to tell
Carrie I'm going out for awhile, and she nods as she carefully paints around a window frame. I get to Leslie's and find a ski mask and a large hunting knife in a sheath waiting in the mailbox.
"WTF?" I say out loud. I park in the driveway and examine the knife closely. Relief flows through me when I see it's made of rubber. It's a very realistic prop, and I wonder where she got it.My cell rings with another text from Leslie, it say's, 'I see you:) go inside, you'll find my room upstairs, remember, don't be gentle, be there in a few minutes. XOXO'
I enter the house and head upstairs, her bedroom isn't hard to find. It's painted lavender, with all kinds of school spirit paraphernalia hanging on the walls, and cheer trophies sitting on shelves. Strangely I don't see any photographs anywhere in the room, and in hindsight I should have examined the trophies closer. I hear the front door open and close loudly in the empty house, so I slip into the mask, and pull open the top drawer of the dresser.At the last second I decide to step into the closet, and grab her from behind to add to the realism. Leslie steps into the room wearing a too tight blue, gold, and white cheer sweater and skirt, with white ankle socks, and matching Reeboks. She walks over to the open dresser with a confused look on her face when I lunge out of the closet. She let's out a very realistic scream so I shove her and cover her mouth with my hand, effectively pinning her up against the wall. I can see both fear and excitement in her eyes as I slowly draw the knife from behind my back. I place the blade up against her throat and lean in to whisper in a gravely voice,
"Shut up Bitch, or I'll carve up that pretty face of yours!"
Her eyes go wide, and tears start flowing as she nods to me. I spin her around and wrap my arm around her throat before dragging her backwards to close the bedroom door. I shove her face down onto the white canopy bed and tell her not to move in my most menacing voice. I point the knife at her with my right hand as my left hand rummages through the open drawer looking for pantyhose.
"Please Mister," Leslie sobs, "don't hurt me, you can take anything you want."
"Shut up You stuck up little Cunt!" I growl at her as I pull out a handful of hosiery.
Her eyes follow my every move as I let what I hope is an evil leer cross my face. As soon as I step to the foot of the bed she rolls onto her back. I kneel on the foot of the bed and glare down at her.
"Roll the fuck over!" I demand, and instead of complying, she kicks me in the junk, and shoves me backwards off the bed.
'What the fuck was that?' I think as I lay there stunned, balls throbbing with every beat of my heart. Leslie jumps out of bed and tries to run out of the room, but I'm able to grab her ankle as she passes, and she trips, falling face first into the door, bloodying her nose. I jump to my feet and grab her by the back of her sweater, ready to help her up.
"Grab me by my hair," she whispers to me.
"Les, your hu.."I start to say, concerned replacing my menacing tone.
"Shh, this is what I wanted, remember? I'm ok, please don't stop." She pleads in a low voice.
I just stare at her for a minute, until she whispers, "please Chris, I'm so wet right now!"
"Before we go any further, we have to establish a safe word." I reply softly.
"Pineapple." She whispers after a moment of thought.
I let go of the sweater and wrap her pigtails in my fist and pull her to her knees.
"You fucking slut! You shouldn't have kicked me!" I growl, getting back into my role. "If you try anything else I'm going to wait for your parents to get home, and fuck your mother in front of you and daddy, before cutting their throats... Got it, whore?"
Her eyes go wide and she nods her head vigorously, despite my tight grip on her hair. I drag her into the bathroom and order her to clean her face before returning and tossing her face down on the bed again. I climb up and straddle her lower back, pinning her to the bed, she struggles, but I manage to tie her wrists to the bed posts using the pantyhose.
"Left knot needs to be tighter, she whispers and I lean over her back to tie it tighter.
Leslie throws her head back to head butt me, but I sense it coming, and move my head to the left just in time to avoid it. I jump off the bed, and hear a
deep inhale, as if she's about to scream, so I shove her face into the pillow and threaten her again. I turn on the stereo and dial up the volume to a setting a teen would probably listen to if their parents weren't home, and then secure her kicking legs to the foot posts.
"I was just going to tie you up and leave you, Cunt! But you just had to fight me, didn't you?" I growl over the music. "I guess I'll have to teach you some manners."
"No, please! I'll do whatever you want!" Leslie pleads in a fearful voice over the music.
I move to the side of the bed, and unbuckle my belt, slowly sliding it out of the loops. Leslie's body quivers at the rasping sound the belt issues as it slides free of the loops, but I can't tell if it's excitement, or real fear. I step to my right, out of Leslie's line of sight before folding the belt and taking hold of it between my hands horizontally. I push my hands together, forcing the top and bottom layers of leather to form a circle. I jerk my hands apart, causing the belt to snap. Leslie yelps and her body gives a jerk as if I really hit her. I give an evil chuckle as I flip up her skirt, exposing her panty covered ass. I feel my cock stir at the sight, as I realize this is my first good look at her body. I take a moment to drink it all in as she squirms, and continues to cry out "no, please don't, I beg you," over the music coming out of the radio.
I start to panic for a second, worrying one of the neighbors might hear, but the houses around here sit on one acre lots, besides, Les wanted me to gag her, and maybe this is her way of reminding me.
"Your just determined to ruin our fun, ain'tcha slut?" I growl over her cries, "no one's gonna hear you!" I say as I grab the waistband of her panties.
I give a sharp tug, expecting them to rip and end up in my hand, but much to my embarrassment the band holds firm, and Leslie now has two small friction burns on the outsides of her hips. I think I hear her stifle a snicker, but can't be sure with the radio blasting in the room. I give a second sharp tug, which results in the band stretching, and the center of her body raising up before falling back to the bed, panties still intact. This time I hear her giggling uncontrollably, and I feel shame take control of me. I kneel on the floor bedside, and use my teeth to tear into the band. Leslie starts laughing as my mask covered nose brushes her lower back as I gnaw at the bands of elastic like a rat chewing on a chicken bone. I stand back up shamefully, the mood completely broken, and wait for her laughter to subside.
"Chris, it's ok." She finally say's after gaining control of herself. "Don't let it get to you, babe, we can try again another time."
Determination overcomes me and I swat her ass with the belt harder than I planned. She cries out and I see the fire in her eyes as she glares at me. Her anger has no effect what so ever on me though, because for some sick reason a video I recently saw on YouTube pops into my head. The narrator of the vid is quite gay, and his lispy voice keeps saying, "Honey Badger don't care, cause he's a bad ass!" Leslie's looking at me like I've gone insane as I laugh maniacally, but that doesn't stop me from triumphantly tearing her panties off. I straddle her ass and use my left hand to grab her hair and pull her head back. My right hand wads up her saturated panties and forces it into her mouth, effectively gagging her. I grab the stocking I have waiting and tie her gag in place behind her head, under her pig tails. Perhaps a bit too tightly, but at this point I don't care, because I say, "Honey Badger for the win!"
Leslie's moaning something, but I'm past the point of caring, and don't really try to make out her words.
"This ain't like blowing Billy Linebacker under the bleachers, is it Miss Prissy Pom Poms?" I growl, getting back into character.
Leslie shakes her head vehemently from side to side, and I completely forget that she can't use her safe word, like we agreed.
"Admit it, you love this, dontcha, Cunt?" I snarl as I reach behind me and between her legs.
Once again her head shakes side to side violently, but I know she's acting because my fingers are saturated in a matter of seconds.I grab her pig tails with my left hand, while teasing her swollen clit with my right middle finger. I give a little tug on her hair and she moans in pleasure. She has her first orgasm fifteen seconds later. I slide down her body, and find myself between her spread legs, I place my mask covered face between her legs and blow warm air on her dripping snatch, before eating her out with gusto. I lose track of her orgasms, because her body is in constant shudder, and I pause for a moment to let my aching jaw relax. Her pussy is red and a bit inflamed because of the coarse fabric the mask is made of, so I decide to give her a break, and remove it before rimming her. On a whim, I slip the mask over her head, backwards, and chuckle as I pull her pig tails out through the eye holes, and use the knot of her gag to fill the mouth.
I can tell Leslie doesn't like this, but I remain in character and say, "if you see my face, I'll have to kill you, whore, are you ready to die?"
She becomes quiet after that, and I wonder if that bit of improvisation will meet her mark of approval. I return to my spot between her legs and use my thumbs to separate her ass cheeks. I'm slowly massaging her ass with my finger tips as I say, "oh Prissy, you should be playing Tight End, not team mascot."
Once again I think I hear a muffled giggle, but can't be sure. I lower my mouth to her anus and start licking her slowly. She's moaning softly, savoring the sensation, when I dig my nails into one of the welts my belt left. I hear her sharp intake of breath before she resumes her gagged protests. Her body spasms as I stick my tongue in as deep as possible, and tongue fuck her. Once I have her nice and wet, I slip off the foot of the bed, and kick off my boots. I unbutton my jeans and carefully unzip the zipper. My cock is fully erect and dripping precum as I crawl back onto the bed between her splayed legs. I tease her sphincter with my tip, and she shakes her head violently left to right, pig tails flying from side to side.
Knowing she wants it rough, I plunge my cock deep into her ass. Her reaction is instantaneous. He whole body jerks as if she's been struck by lightning, and I don't know how I managed to hang on. I'm buried deep so I give her a few seconds to accept the pain. After a minute I feel her push her ass back into me, encouraging me to start thrusting. It only
takes a dozen quick strokes for the friction to build up to an uncomfortable level, so I pull out and plunge into her sopping wet pussy a few times before returning to her ass.
I can tell this is driving her totally crazy, so I alternate back and forth a number of times before I explode deep in her ass. I lay across her back, spent, taking a few minutes to catch my breath, my orgasm was so damn intense! Trying to think like a rapist, I leave Leslie bound to the bed, and step into the bathroom to clean up. I'm lathering up in the shower when the door flies open.
I see Leslie standing there naked, with a feral look in her eyes, and I just about piss myself. Her chest is heaving because she's breathing quite heavily, her eyes never leave mine when she launches herself at me. I raise my arms in
defense because it looks like she's going for my throat, but she blows right through my defense. Instead of attacking me, she grabs my ears and pulls me into a violent kiss, much to my shock. She's devouring my mouth when my feet slide out from under me, and I fall flat on my ass with her on top of me. Now it's her turn to straddle me, and her hand reaches between our legs to grab my soapy dick. Due to the awkwardness of our position, she can only squeeze the part she managed to grab.
"Fuck me Bitch...You better get it up, I need more!" she say's huskily, before running her tongue up and down my carotid artery. Speechless, I grab her hips and try to move her off me, but her hands push into my shoulders, forcing my body to slide further, into the shower so only my upper back and shoulders are vertical against the wall. I'm blinded by the spray of water bouncing off her head, and I have to keep my mouth shut or risk drowning. Leslie lowers her head and starts biting my nipples, and in doing so leaves my face wide open to the shower spray. Water gets up my nose and I start coughing violently, which leads to more water entering my mouth. My body convulses violently enough to force Leslie into a squatting position over me.
"Turn the water off!" I gasp, as I roll onto my side to try and expel the water I've swallowed. Leslie's ardor cools enough for her to stand and turn to shut the water off. She stands over me unsure what to do, and asks, "Chris are you ok?"
I wave her off, and continue to vomit water. After a few minutes I'm able to draw in deep breaths, and she kneels at my side, rubbing my back."I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself," she repeats over and over. "Can I have a minute?" I say as I climb to my feet.
She's sobbing as she steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel before leaving. I turn the water back on to rinse the soap and saliva off my body before shutting off the water and toweling off. I wrap the towel around my waist and step back into the bedroom. Leslie is sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chin, weeping into her towel. I sit down next to her and wrap one arm around her head, pulling it onto my shoulder. I kiss the top of her head and whisper,
"Well, that didn't go as planned...I'm sorry I fucked up your fantasy."
She shakes her head in denial before looking up at me bewildered... "
You're sorry? I almost fucking drowned you! I'm the one who is sorry!"
"Drowned me? That?" I chuckle, "that was nothing," I bluff. "In California, I'd catch a twenty foot wave and wipe out worse than that! Talk about going under, let me tell you!"
"But why did you apologize then?"
"Because I ruined your fantasy, silly. I guess role playing isn't my thing."
"Chris, you were great! It was better than I could ever imagine...Well except neither of us thought to bring lube... But I was so turned on, I attacked you in the shower, remember?"
"Yeah, great! Like when I broke your nose, or had you laughing your ass off even though you were supposed to be scared shitless?"
"You didn't break my nose, dumb ass, and you have to admit the panties not ripping part was pretty fucking funny." Leslie starts giggling as she remembers, and I chuckle along with her, thinking about it.
"Honestly Chris, it was good, and next time, you'll be better...You were just rough enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to truly scare me...Thank you."She tilts her head back and her lips meet mine, we kiss long, and deep before she finally breaks it."Can I ask you something?" Leslie say's while staring into my eyes.
"Anything," is my tender reply.
"What the fuck is Honey Badger?"
We dress and decide to grab an early dinner, and again I let her choose. She picks a Mexican place called Bucho's in Bolingbrook, and the quality of the food surprises me. We take my truck, and during the ride she keeps telling me how excited she is about the 'Batman scenario,' as she calls it.
"I'm almost ready, I just need to work out a few more details, and locate a couple of props...You in a hurry to get home?" She say's while rubbing my thigh.
"Not really, why?"
"I'd like to swing by my friends house, so she can get me your exact measurements for the costume shop, she's incredible with a sewing machine and will be helping me with my costume."
"You told her about my fantasy?" I ask in a panic.
"No silly, she thinks it's our Halloween costumes!"
The relief on my face is evident as I say, "I guess I can go, and perhaps I can help, with the other stuff too." I don't want to admit my curiosity is peaked, but she see's right through my not so clever ploy.
"Nice try, Buster!" She pokes me in the ribs, "just reassure me that once Catwoman turns the tables, Batman will follow orders, got it?"
"As long as there's no shit, piss, Batman will play along." I reassure her.
"Ok, then here's your first order," she say's nervously.
"I'm listening," I say suspiciously.
Leslie looks out the passenger window shyly, her eyes won't look at me as she say's, "I want you to shave off all of your body hair."I stare at the road as I drive on silently, after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, the idea doesn't bother me as I lived for the beach, and shaved bodies were common, but why would Catwoman need Batman hairless? I'm trying to figure that out when Leslie looks at me and say's, "well?"
"But we haven't started yet...Have we?" I reply. With that sexy smirk of her's she adds, "not yet, but would you rather interrupt the scene to go shave? Or trust ME enough to shave your balls?"
"Ah, to be honest, no...You're pretty sure she can turn the tables, aren't you?" I say, rising to the challenge.
"Oh, Batbrat's going down alright, he ain't gonna know what hit him." she continues confidently, "besides, I prefer my boyfriends to be smooth anyway, I hate manfur..."
"Am I?"
"Am I what?"
"Am I your boyfriend?"
She stares at me strangely as if thinking it over, "well I'm fucking you, and I don't hear any slave bells, so that crosses out love slave, for now *giggle* I guess that makes you my boyfriend." She say's with an emphasizing nod.
"Whats with you and slave bells?"
"I don't know, maybe I have a fetish...I had a dream of you trying to sneak out of my bedroom to escape, but your bells wake me just in time to catch you. The dream makes me very wet and I've been dreaming that, a lot!"
"Why can't I just be your fuck buddy?"
"You can't be my fuck buddy because fuck buddies don't play Batman and Robin together, they only see each other for two am booty calls, followed by breakfasts at Denny's" Leslie say's like it's a matter of fact.
I start laughing so hard, I almost merge into a Ford Expedition.
I guess I have a girlfriend...
Thursday...
I wake up on cloud nine Thursday morning, I can't believe I have a woman in my life that isn't related to me in some manner. I go through my morning routine and let my computer boot up as I head downstairs for some juice. I'm half way down the stairs before I realize the house is silent...
'No music?' I think as I pause on the stairs. I look around the foyer and notice the walls are a Robin's egg blue color. I admit to myself it really does look better than the white.I stick my head into the living room to see a muted gold color coats the walls. The color really goes well with the Chocolate brown leather furniture I bought last week. The guest bath is done in a very nice Sage green, with white trim.
'Carrie chose the colors?' I think, frankly amazed at her vision. The kitchen is Nutmeg, which really brings out the color in the Cherry cabinets, and Granite counters. And the family room is a dark red, which once again goes well with the black leather sofas, and Slate topped end tables I previously purchased. Peeking my head into my former office, I see it hasn't been painted, and I assume the girls plan on waiting for the baby before choosing the colors. I let the girls sleep in, and plan on asking them out to dinner as a reward for all the hard work they've put in. I go back into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of OJ, and score a left over Bagel. I notice the fridge is pretty bare, all the Ricobenes stuff is gone, and we're low on fresh fruits and veggies, so I start a list. I look in the freezer, and it has even less in there than the fridge.
I start a pot of coffee for the girls, and refill my juice before heading back up to my new office. It's a little after ten when Carrie comes up the stairs wearing a pair of silk sleep shorts, tank top, and carrying a cup of coffee. I'm pleased she's not in her panties, as she sits down on the love seat next to my desk.
"Mornin Bro, didn't hear you come in last night." Carrie say's after taking a sip of her coffee.
"I didn't want to disturb you, I got home around ten thirty, and came right up here."
"Did you go out with Leslie?"
"Yeah, went over to her place and then out to dinner. Hey, the house looks great, I'm proud of you Sis!"
"Thank you Bro we wanted it done so we worked pretty late," she smiles warmly. "Well?"
"Well?"
""Don't be shy, details!"
"What? We fooled around a bit I guess, and went out for Mexican food." There's no way in hell I'm mentioning Leslie's fantasy.
"Oohh afternoon delight! Is she any good?"
"Carrie!"
"What? I just wanna make sure you're happy. We've been worried about you Chris. You work too hard, and play too little...When was the last time you took a vacation?"
"I dunno, Spring Break I guess."
"Chris, that was five years ago! Jesus Christ, you make like a hundred dollars an hour," I shoot her my best 'don't be stupid' look and wag my hand from side to side.
"Ok, not quite a hundred
then," she say's exasperated, "and you get free airfare anywhere Southwest flies, why the hell don't you ever fly off to Vegas for a weekend of gambling and wild sex?"
"Carrie, I love what I do, you know that. Yeah a weekend in Vegas sounds great...If you have someone to share it with... After Sophie dumped me, I didn't think I'd ever find someone I'd want to go on vacation with."
Carrie stands up and wraps her arms around my neck. "Have you even tried to meet someone after you left Cali?"
"I was working, I didn't have time to look," I lie to her.
"You should have at least tried...But that doesn't matter now, so when can I meet her?"
"I was thinking about taking you and Soph out for dinner as a thank you for the great job you've done, I can ask her to join us, providing she doesn't have clinical's or lab tonight."
Carrie smiles her 'I always get what I want' smile and say's, "you might want to invite Molly too, she selected most of the colors, and kept us fed... Something you neglected to do, by the way."
"Mea culpa...Sis, since you brought up Molly, can I ask you a question?"
Now it's her turn to use the 'don't be stupid look'.
"What does she have planned for Halloween? I asked Sophie, but you know how she is..."
"You didn't hear this from me, ok?" Carrie say's conspiratorially.
"Deal."
"Well, remember that summer we stayed with Grand Pa and Grand Ma?"
"Sis, I spent almost every summer with them, remember?"
"Ok, the summer Grand Ma grounded me for a week?..."
A light bulb goes off in my head when I remember that summer. Carrie and I were out in the barn playing, and she talked me into pretending I was her twin sister for the day. When Grand Ma found us, I was wearing one of Carrie's best Sunday dresses...Boy did she get angry.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Fraid so Bro, told ya a hundred times, if you had hips and tits, you'd be one sexy bitch, like me." She smiles before switching to a mockingly serious tone. "Believe you me, when Molly and Sophie are done with you, you will be."
"Sophie's in on it?"
"We both are."
But why? I don't have anything against Trannies or anything, but it's not my thing, you know?"
"Relax, it's one night! It will be fun... She's hosting a costume party for charity. The local GLBT community is having a gender bender ball to raise money for it's legal defense fund. We'll be there six, maybe eight hours, that's all... You aren't going to back out, are you? Soph and I will be there, and we're cross dressing too."
*Sigh* "Et tu Sis? Thanks a lot..."
"Bro, you think I'd pass up the opportunity to turn the most awesome guy ever, into a sexy bitch?" She says with a kiss on my cheek. "So, you gonna welch out, or what?"
"I made the bet, and a deal's a deal. Aaannd since you guys really kicked ass on the house, I'd feel like a rat if I backed out now...How do I get myself into these situations?"
"Let's see, that Caveman part of your brain decided to go all macho, and talk shit."
"Ha ha, very funny..."
"I'm making Eggs, who wants some?" Sophie's voice floats up to us from the hall.
I look at Carrie, she looks at me, and we grin twin grins before bolting for the stairs. And as always, Carrie comes in first. As we're eating I broach the subject of the baby, "uh, any idea when you want to try?"
Carrie say's, "Sophie is going to make an appointment with our O.B. once we get back to Seattle, we'll get a chart of the best time frame to conceive, and go from there."
"I think he's dying to hop back in the sack with me, lover."
"More like I want to get this over with and get on with my life, sweetheart." I reply sullenly, because part of me knows she's telling the truth.
"Wow, that was harsh... You must have gotten used to Rosie Palm!" Sophie retorts.
"Your way off, he had a little afternoon delight yesterday." Carrie say's smugly, coming to my defense.
"He did? With the gold digger?" Sophie say's utterly shocked.She looks at me, eyes narrowing, "so, just how far did you get with her, first base, second base?"
Feeling my anger rise with my voice, I retort, "gold digger? You got a lot of fucking nerve! When was the last time YOU paid for anything around here? You haven't even met her, but you have the gall to insinuate she's after money?"
"You don't know her either! You went out with her twice and your already sleeping with her!" Sophie say's indignantly.
"MY money is in the same fucking account your sister's is, so anything she's bought, I helped pay for, like the paint on these walls and the pans I just cooked your fucking breakfast in!"
"Give him a break, love, how long did we wait, two days?" Carrie say's jumping to my defense once again. "Chris, that was uncalled for! How we decide to share finances is none of your concern, we all need to calm down here and talk rationally!"
Carrie is staring at Sophie, and I can almost see the telepathic conversation they seem to be holding.
Carrie suddenly turns to me and say's, "can you take care of the dishes Chris? Sophie and I need to talk."
"Yeah, sure," I reply, picking up the not so subtle hint, I think I need to be alone right now anyway."
"Molly told us she would be home around one today, so you can walk over and ask her to join us for dinner... If the offer still stands... Let's plan for five o'clock, I think we earned an evening in her hot tub tonight, don't you?"
"Yeah Sis... I'll take care of the kitchen. and go talk to Molly... We're almost out of groceries, can you make a list of shit you want at some point?"
"Yeah, we'll do that, you coming Soph?" They leave the room and part of me hopes my sister kicks Sophie's ass.
I can't figure out why Sophie is ragging on Leslie, the incident at the table doesn't make any sense to me, and really pisses me off! I rinse our dishes, load the dishwasher and turn my attention to the skillet.
*Interlude*
Sophie follows Carrie into the master suite and closes the door behind her, as she turns she see's her lover pacing back and forth in front of the long dresser. Carrie stops pacing and looks at her Greek goddess, "what's going on in that head of yours?"
"What did I do? He attacked me!" Sophie responds angrily.
"Your behavior in the kitchen was way out of line!"
"What about what he said to me? Don't you care about that?"
"I heard what he said, and I told him to mind his own business, what more do you want?"
"I was just teasing him a bit, I've always teased him and it's never bothered you before! Why now?"
"I don't care about your flirting love, but calling his girlfriend a gold digger and getting pissed because he got laid is crossing the line, damn it!... I had to live a fucking year without him in my life, and I refuse to let that happen again!"
"Pissed off that he's fucking some bimbo? What the fuck are you talking about? YOUR the one who said she was a gold digger damn it! I'm just trying to look out for our baby! What if she gives Chris an STD? Where does that leave us?"
"The same place we would have been if he said no! He isn't our only option, my love, just our best one... Sophia, I love you with all my heart, you are my everything, but I need Chris in my life too. Can't you understand that? He is my anchor, and the only other person I can count on to catch me when I fall."
"I do understand! I need him too! I need to know he'll be there to love me if something happens to you..."
The words fly out of her mouth before Sophie realizes she say's them, her mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound escapes her.
Carrie stares at her lover in shock, wishing she didn't hear those last twenty two words.
"Oh Sophie, how could you?" Carrie manages to say when the full effect of her statement hits her. "All this time I thought you were trying to build his self confidence after what we did to him, how could I be so blind?"
"Carrie, baby, part of me was! But part of me couldn't let go of him... I was jealous of your relationship and wanted what you two share so badly, it was tearing me apart inside.I thought we would build that together after the fight separated the three of us, but I saw how miserable you became when he wouldn't speak to you. After you made up, the jealousy returned, and I started to feel left out... I honestly didn't know I was holding on to him like that until I said it, I swear to God!" Sophie has tears rolling down her cheeks, and her hands are clinched at her sides as she speaks.
"This is Chris we're talking about! I think he sure the fuck deserves better than to be anyone's plan fucking B!"
Carrie's bawling openly now too, and she grabs a pack of tissues out of her purse.
"You're right, I'm so sorry baby, I never meant to hurt you, or Chris. What we have is special, I knew you were the one for me that night he introduced us. I beg you to forgive me, I'll do whatever it takes to fix this." Sophie say from her knees at Carrie's feet."
"He must never find out you were holding him in reserve, if he does, he'll be so devastated he'll never trust us again, and we all lose..."
"Let's ask Molly if she could see us professionally." Sophie say's hopefully, "An outsider's perspective may be what we need."
"I'd rather find a counselor in Seattle, Molly is a friend...But she's Chris's friend too, perhaps she's too close to the situation. Let's not forget this is his place, and we're just guests here. I don't want to cause a rift between Chris and Molly."
I wipe down the table and counter before heading upstairs to change. Since the girls are still sequestered in their room, I boot up my computer and check my email.
'To [email protected]
From [email protected]
Subject: Just a FYI
Chris, I just wanted you to know we're upgrading the computer systems in your lab. I should have checked my calendar before we discussed your start date, but that is my mistake. We won't need you to report until September 29th. Please enjoy the extra time off, Debra.
p.s. If you need anything, talk to Bruce in HR, I'll be in Cancun for the climate conference all next week.'
'Great, just fucking great! Could this day get any better?' I mutter, I was really looking forward to getting back to work, what the hell am I going to do with all this time off? I hear a soft shuffling on the stairs as I sift through the rest of my email. I look up to see Sophie standing on the top step.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Now is not a good time Soph." I say while turning away from her.
"Please Chris, just hear me out," Her voice pleads to me.
"Sophie, I'm having a really shitty day and need time to cool off, please leave before I say or do something we'll both regret."
"Alright Chris, I'll go downstairs, come find me when your ready to talk."
"You might be waiting for a long long time," I say and step into my bedroom and close the door.
It's one fifteen when I'm finally cooled off enough to head downstairs. I walk over to Molly's and ring the bell.
"Door's open!" She calls out so I step inside. She steps out of the master bedroom, and I can see she must have just got home.
"Chris, what brings you over?" Molly say's with her appealing smile.
"Wellll, first let me say thank you, the house looks very nice."
"Your sister, Sophie and Deanne did most of the hard work, I just helped where I could."
"From what I was told, you supplied more than labor, I apologize for forgetting to feed you girls, I'm afraid this is all new to me, please allow me to pay you back."
"That's not necessary my boy, we ate all your pizza, and those fabulous sandwiches after all."
"Your sure?"
"Positive," Molly beams."
"Well alright...Do you have any plans for tonight?"
"Why Chris, are you asking me for a date?"
"I ah um, I invited Carrie and Sophie to dinner to thank them for painting, and would like to extend the invitation to you as well." I say in a slightly panicked tone. Molly steps up close and places her hand on my chest as she say's "Aw Chris, your not asking me for a date?" In a pouty voice, putting me on the spot. My face turns red and I beads of sweat pop up on my forehead,
Molly notices my discomfort and with a smile let's me off easy. "You're so cute...I have plans for this evening, but nothing I can't get out of, so where are you taking us?"
"I would like to try Il Poggolio, is that ok with you?"
"Wonderful choice, what time?"
"Carrie suggested five, so they can borrow your hot tub after dinner."
"That would be fine, anything else?"
"Yes, it will be my honor to escort you to your Halloween party."
"Chris, I wasn't planning on holding you to our bet."
'The hell you weren't!' I think before replying, "no, I made the bet, I'll honor it, so just let me know what you want me to do."
"I'll be sure to let you know...Now I have to go make a few calls, so I'll see you at four thirty."
She let's me out and I shuffle home feeling a bit down. Not only am I arguing with Carrie, but I just agreed to spend eight hours in drag on a date with my neighbor...Will someone please shoot me?
I enter my house and grab my keys, wallet and to get the list from Carrie. I find them in the kitchen going through the pantry. "Got that list ready for me?" I ask Carrie morosely.
"It will be ready in a minute, did you invite Molly yet?"
"Yeah, she'll be joining us, she'll be ready at four thirty, and said it was ok to use her tub after dinner too."
"What about Leslie, will she be joining us too?"
"Um no, she's working tonight," I lie. After our fight this morning, I can't let them know I don't have anyway of contacting her, which now that I think about it, is really strange.
"Too bad... Sophie's going with you to the store, she'll be ready in a minute."
"Like hell! In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda pissed off at her right now!" I tell my sister in a raised voice.
"You two are going to work it out so we can get this behind us and go out and enjoy ourselves tonight, capishe?"
"No I don't! I have nothing to say to her!"
"You need to hear her out, and put this behind us, Chris."
"Like hell I do, she insulted my girlfriend, damn it."
"And you insulted her, and ME! Now do as I say and take her with you!"
"Excuse me?" I say incredulously.
"I said, you will do as I say and take her with you."
"Or?" I answer belligerently.
Carrie pivots and get's right up in my face and say's, "if you don't take her, I'll convince Molly to have you dress like a Drag Queen for Halloween. We're talking freak show make up, six inch heels, and rainbow hair, the whole nine yards."
'WTF!' I think before saying, "You have the nerve to threaten me? I've been nothing but nice to you two, I buy a house twice as big, and three times more expensive than I needed, just so you two could have a nice place to stay in a safe neighborhood. And in return I get insults and threats...Fuck you, and Sophie too!"
I expect to hear an apology, and maybe even tears, however I'm not expecting the slap she delivers that has me seeing stars, or her hands on my chest propelling me back across the kitchen slamming me into the island. I'm too shocked to do anything but stare at her.
"You listen to me Christopher! You are going to take Sophie with you, and you will listen to what she has to say. If you come back and say you want us gone, we'll go for good... But know this, you'll never see me or my future child EVER again, understand?"
I reach up and grab her wrists, my first attempt to ease her back ends in frustration. My second attempt is more forceful, and if Carrie didn't step back on her own, I can't be sure my efforts would have been enough. "Have you gone fucking mental? You hit me!" Is all I could think to say. Her left hand shoots out and despite my flinching, latched on my right ear. Her nails are jagged from the manual labor, and dig in painfully. She tugs down, dragging my head down and to my left.
"Ow, Carrie! What the fuck!" I say, neck bent at an odd angle, "let go, damn it!"
Carrie's right hand reaches past me and plucks a wooden spoon out of the caddy on the counter. She waves it under my nose as in a angry hiss, say's, "you heard my terms, now do as I say, or I'll spank your ass right here!" She gives my ear a twist for emphasis, forcing me to bend at the waist.
Carrie waits for my answer, and when none was forthcoming, she jerks my head further down and reaching over my bent back, gives me five quick swats on my ass. The spoon smarts a bit, but it's my bruised ego that has me saying, "alright! Alright, I'll take her, damn it!"
Carrie gives me one more swat before releasing my ear, and taking a few steps back defensively. I stand up rubbing my ear and ass simultaneously, my breath ragged in my chest.
"You're fucking crazy, you know that?" I ask hoarsely.
Suddenly Carrie busts out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation as she stares at the spoon in her hand. After a moment, I burst out laughing with her, between peals of laughter I ask, "what the hell is happening to us? We were happy this morning...Where did you learn that trick?"
"TSA self defense training, nice to know it works."
The thought of my sister spanking me like a child sends me into another fit of laughter, which sets Carrie off again. Sophie walks into the kitchen, places her hands on her hips, and taps a foot inquiringly.bWe finally compose ourselves and Carrie's arms swallow me in a fierce hug. I hug her back with equal ferocity. Somehow I'm not surprised to find Sophie squirming herself into our embrace, we stand there holding each other for a few moments before I release the girls and say, "you ready to go Soph?"
"I'd thought you'd never ask," she say's with a beaming smile, "let me grab my purse."
We take the Mustang, and talk on the way to Whole Foods, it's mostly meaningless chatter, with each of us trying to find the courage to talk about this morning's argument, frankly I've never seen her so subdued before, it's as if a cloud has come over her vivacious personality.
"Chris," she finally finds the nerve to say, "about this morning. I was way out of line, and I shouldn't have said those things about Leslie."
Finding myself surprised at her sincere tone, I shoot her a look of encouragement. Sophie continues, "since college it's always been the three of us, no matter what your sister and I did, we knew you would be there for us, and I came to take you for granted."
"But Soph, you had to know I'd meet someone eventually." I finally say quietly.
"At first, yeah, we both assumed you would find a job in California, and would meet someone on the beach, but then you left for Idaho, and when we'd visit, you were always working on some 'important' project... Even with our encouragement, we couldn't coax you into going out with us."
I sit there thinking about my first week in Idaho..."When I first arrived in Idaho, I asked an intern named Sarah out, but she laughed at me like I was joking. After that, I decided I wasn't meant to have someone, so I concentrated on the work," I say softly, unable to meet her eyes.
I could sense her pity, but she has the good sense to remain silent, as I shake off my own depression.
"You never told us," Sophie finally say's softly.
"How could I?" I retort, angry at myself for telling her.
"I understand, believe it or not, your not the only one who has esteem issues here."
"You? I find that really hard to believe," I say sullenly.
"Sweetheart, why do you think I got angry this morning when I found out about Leslie?"
"I really don't know."
"I found myself jealous of you."
"But why? You have Carrie!"
"We do love each other madly, we're soul mates after all, but like I said before, I...We always thought of you as ours, and this morning it hit me that I was wrong... I'm so sorry."
I look up at the roof of the Mustang, and shake my head slowly, tears are leaking out of the corners of my eyes. "You know, I always thought you just got a kick out of tormenting me."
"Actually part of that was my way of trying to raise your self esteem. We were hoping that you would figure out that if I found you desirable, other women would too, and you would have the confidence to start dating."
"Dare I ask about the other part?" I say, finally looking at her.
"It was fun," She say's with a twinkle in her eye. "I admit I get a huge thrill out of knowing I still turned you on."
I look on in amazement as she winks at me with a smile and caress's my knee. We complete our shopping and return home, as we carry the groceries into the house we're singing California Girls. We find Carrie sitting at the kitchen table looking at us in astonishment, it appears like she's been chewing her once beautifully shaped nails, which once Sophie see's them has her close to tears.
Molly offers to drive because she has the only four door, our dinner is wonderful, and the three of us are so relaxed Molly doesn't realize what kind of a day it's been. "So you guys have any plans for tomorrow? Molly asks over dessert.
"Well, I was planning on getting a hair cut at some point," I say, pointing at the shag on my head. I usually keep it short, and business like, despite the lack of regulations at work. Sophie tells Molly that they were planning to go out dancing tomorrow night.
"I'll be home by eleven, would you like to go shopping? Perhaps pick up some art for your house?"
"Sure, we'd love to," Carrie say's.
"Chris, I think your costume will work better if you let your hair grow out a bit more, don't you girls?"
Put on the spot once again, I find myself agreeing not to get a hair cut.
"Please excuse me," I say, "I need to use the restroom." As I return to the table, all three ladies have a 'cat who ate the canary' smile, and I know I'm in
the shit...
As we're driving home, Molly once again puts me on the spot. "So, are you going to join us in the hot tub, Chris?"
"I don't have a suit," I remind her, trying to gracefully decline.
"We could lend you one," Carrie giggles, apparently she's had a bit too much wine with dinner.
"Um, thanks but no thanks, Sis."
"We don't mind, besides who's going to know? And since it's just the four of us, suits are optional." Molly chimes in.
"Chris, I think I have a one piece you can use," Sophie say's throwing me a life preserver. "With my hips and ass, it should give you complete coverage, or if Molly doesn't mind, we have bike shorts too."
"Cmon Chris, you need to relax as much as we do, do it for me...Please." Carrie adds, begging me to join them.
Knowing I'll lose this argument, I agree, providing we're not naked.
We arrive home at seven thirty, and Molly requests a half hour before we come over. We head inside and I excuse myself to grab a quick shower before heading next door. I come back down wearing a towel wrapped around my waist, and my old Nikes. I knock on the Girl's bedroom door, and Carrie let's me in. "Have a seat," she offers as she joins Sophie in the walk in closet.
Sophie walks out carrying two suits, the first one she holds up is a sheer hi cut one piece in white, and the second one is a zebra striped Monokini, which I know will do very little to cover my junk.
"Neither of these will leave anything to the imagination," Sophie pouts, "But the white one should cover you."
"I don't know... just lend me a pair of bike shorts, ok?" I grumble.
Carrie returns to the closet and emerges with a pair of hot pink short shorts and lays them on the bed, they're like a size two, and wouldn't even reach my pelvis.
"You can't be serious, those make Daisy Duke's look like Capri's!" I tell her.
"What do you want from me, Most of our stuff is in Seattle, remember? Either wear these or go bare assed, we don't care."
"Soph, help me out here, will ya?"
"Sorry Sugar this is the best I can do," she say's sympathetically as she holds out the white hi cut in my direction.
"You know, you can always go au naturale and give Molly a thrill." Carrie teases as she steps into her bathroom.
"We will if you will," Sophie adds.
I grab the tiny pink shorts and hold them up dubiously, they're so small I doubt I could even get them up past my skinny ass. Carrie is smirking at me when I set the shorts down and take the one piece from Sophie... "I have no problem wearing those." she say's evilly.
"Let me help you with that", Sophie say's sympathetically, and leads me into the master bath. I drop my towel and step into the suit, Sophie arranges the bottom so it covers as much of my ass as possible.
"Ok, turn around Sugar," she orders, and shakes her head. "I think we need to do a little trimming down there, Hun."
Knowing Leslie wants me clean shaven anyway, and I trust Sophie with the tackle, I ask her if she could just shave it all off.
"All of it?" She asks, surprised by my request.
"In for a penny and all that good shit," I say, resigned to my fate.
"Chris, let me just trim it for tonight, and if you really want it all gone, I'll take you to go get waxed tomorrow morning. If we shave it, it's gonna itch like hell in a couple of days, and trust me, you'll be miserable."
"I don't know Soph, isn't that a bit extreme? I mean, a stranger pouring hot wax on my junk?"
"Not at all, baby, lots of men are having it done now, besides you'll be much smoother, for a lot longer."
"What do you mean?" I ask, playing dumb.
Sophie smiles slyly and say's "trust me, you'll be thanking me in the future," before giving me a tender kiss. "Now let's run upstairs and use your beard trimmer."
Carrie looks over as I step out and snickers, "look at all that shrubbery, you might want to trim some of that jungle back."
"Be nice Lover, he's being very brave... We're heading upstairs to trim him now."
I step into my shower and Sophie trims back my pubes. She murmurs, "with a little make up, and a pair of heels, you'd look dynamite."
"Yeah, I know, hips n tits an all that, shit, in all the years you've known me, have I ever shown an interest in cross dressing?" I ask peevishly.
"Now don't get riled, Sugar, it was just an observation. Lot's of girls would kill to have legs like these." Sophie say's while making sure to leave enough hair to wax.When she finishes trimming me, she takes my cock and balls and tucks it them a bit, making sure their secure in the suit.
"Turn around and take a look," she say's while climbing to her feet.
I step out of the shower and look in the mirror, she did a good job on the pubes, and although my package is still visible, it's greatly diminished, and none of my hardware is showing.
"Thanks Soph...You really think I'm being brave?" I say, looking for exposed flesh. My ass is partially exposed due to the cut of the suit, but I'm satisfied that enough is covered to make me comfortable.
"Ask yourself this, can you see Tom or Geoff wearing this to Molly's?" She say's, running a nail between my suit and abdomen.
'Tom, maybe as a joke, but I doubt he'd shave his junk,' I think as I slip on my bath robe and head downstairs. Carrie is ready in her black micro thong, and we just have to wait for Sophie to change. "Put the top up, Bro, that looks ridiculous folded over like that." Carrie suggests, so I slide my arms into the straps, and flip the cups. Sophie changes into her Monokini and we grab our towels and head out the kitchen door, Carrie and Sophie are nice and tan due to
their trip to Sydney, and I look like a ghost compared to them as we use the new gate to enter Molly's back yard. Molly's waiting for us with an open bottle of wine, she's wearing a sky blue one piece suit, which accentuates her breasts and hips. The way she looks at Carrie and Sophie makes me wonder about her "stricly dicklie" comment, but then again they're both excellent examples of the female form.
Molly's eyes fall on me with a look of expectation, and with an encouraging nod from Sophie, I remove my robe. Her eyes seem to lock onto mine, as she crooks her finger at me to join her in the tub. I wait for Carrie and Sophie to settle in before joining them. "Always the gentleman," she say's with a smile, as I sit next to her.
The discussion revolves around decorating the house, and the shops they would like to visit. At one point Sophie ask's Molly's advice on where to get waxed, much to my mortification. I must have tensed up because Molly reaches down and places her hand on my knee reassuringly as she tells Sophie about Aloha Waxing in Naperville, "make sure you tell Laura I sent you." Her hand lingers there, and her nails tease the inside of my knee. I'm not sure if it's the wine, or
the relaxation after a rough day, but I feel my body responding to the stimulation. We soak for about thirty minutes before the girls are ready to call it a night. I try to stand, but Molly's hand locks onto my knee, and she say's "Chris, stay a moment, I need to talk to you."
Carrie and Sophie are too wrapped up in each other to notice Molly's hand on my knee. They only have one thing on their minds right now. "More wine?" She asks, seeing my discomfort.
"No, thank you, I'm more of a beer guy." I respond nervously.
Molly settles back in with a glass of wine in the hand that she had placed on my knee. She looks me in the eyes again and say's, "why are you so tense around me? Every time we're alone together, you seem ready to jump out of your skin."
"I can't explain it, for some reason you make me nervous," I admit to her.
"Is it because of the fight we had in your truck?"
"No, I don't know, I'm really kind of shy around women, especially strong, confident ones like yourself."
How do I tell her of my mixed emotions about her? On one hand, she appears to be the perfect neighbor, always willing to help. On the other hand, she has a way of intimidating me, and treating me like a possession.
"I have to admit I'm surprised at your answer, after all you had the nerve to wear that swim suit..."
"Ah to be honest Molly, if Carrie and Sophie weren't here, I wouldn't have had the nerve." I admit.
"I see, you do wear it well, except for the cups, if you don't mind my saying." She sets her wine down and her hand returns to my knee as she continues, "I think it's kind of kinky."
"Um, I don't know what to say to that, I don't make a habit of wearing woman's clothes," I stammer.
She laughs her appealing laugh and her hand pats my knee. "Have you given what we talked about anymore thought?"
"A lot, actually, I think you're probably right."
"Chris, this is a perfect example of how right I am," she say's, pointing to the suit. "You said it yourself that if it wasn't for the girls, you wouldn't have had the nerve to wear it, let alone come by yourself."
"Molly, our relationship must seem bizarre to outsiders, but it works for us. As much as I use them for a crutch, they in turn do the same to me. It's always been that way with Carrie and me, and Sophie just kinda fit...Maybe it was because we've both slept with her, or maybe it's just because she clicks."
"I'm not being judgmental Chris, Polyandrous relationships can be a perfectly healthy, as long as all the members needs are met, ok?...I think it's time we got out of this tub, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so," and hastily stand up. I climb out first, my mind on her polyandry comment. Her "ahem," brings me back to the present and I turn around to see Molly holding her hand out for assistance.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I say and take her hand to help her out.
"Thank you, my boy," Molly say's smiling. Her hand lingers in mine.
'Is she planning on inviting me in?' I wonder, 'if so, what should I do?' I'm relieved when Molly leans in and kisses my cheek in that strangely intimate way and say's good night.
I slip into my Nike's and grab my robe and towel and head for the gate. I'm just about to the gate when I hear, "Chris?" I look over my shoulder to see Molly wink at me, "cute ass!" I can't help but laugh as I go home.
Friday...
Sophie knocks on my bedroom door at eight o'clock, waking me from a sound sleep.
"Come in, I mumble, dragging myself to consciousness, Sophie enters wearing a red silk chemise and matching robe. She sits on the edge of my bed and say's,"Morning, Sugar."
"Morning, what's up?" I ask while yawning.
"We have an appointment at nine thirty, I thought you would like to know."
"Appointment?" I ask, confusion crossing my features.
"With Laura at Aloha Waxing... You haven't forgotten already, have you?"
"Ah actually..."
"Just how long did you stay out last night?" She teases.
"It wasn't like that! We just talked for fifteen minutes," I say on the defensive. Why do I always feel defensive lately?
"Alright, it's cool, you'll need to be ready to go in an hour."
"Ah Soph, does Carrie know about this?" I ask nervously, thinking of the shit she'll give me if she knows.
"No sweetie, it's our little secret, but she probably figured it out, and would support you either way."
"Yeah, she would, wouldn't she... Your swim suit is hanging in my bathroom, if you want it."
"Why don't you hang on to it for now," she grins, "I'd like to see it on you after your waxing."
"Fat chance, Soph, it's not my thing, damn it!"
"We'll see," Sophie winks as she stands to leave.
I dress and join the girls in the kitchen for a cup of coffee, I can tell they had sex last night, because they're both perky.
"Mornin Bro, get lucky last night?" Carrie asks brightly.
"Jeez, Sis! No I didn't sleep with Molly, it was nothing but conversation, and that's all!"
"So that's what they call it around here! Hey Soph, we had a hell of a "conversation" last night, didn't we?" Carrie's giggling as she air quotes the word
conversation, Sophie joins in the giggling.
Women!
"Molly did bring up something I'd like to ask you about...She thinks we're polyandrous, because of the way we live, and take care of each other...What do you think?"
"I'd have to give it some thought, but I guess that's as good way to describe us... So where are you two off to this morning?" Carrie answers.
I look to Sophie for help, but she shoots me a helpless look before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Oh, nowhere important, I was just going to get the truck serviced, and Sophie asked to come with, that's all."
Carrie smiles at me sweetly and say's "bullshit! You never could lie to me, now care to try the truth?"
Now my ire is raised, why does she assume she has the right to know my business? "Nope, it's none of your business." I answer smugly.
"Soph?" Carrie say's, eyes never leaving mine. I hold her stare while praying that Sophie keeps her mouth shut.
Sophie watches our stare down for a minute before saying, "sorry lover, if Chris want's to tell you, it's his choice, I'm just doing him a favor."
Carrie's eyes narrow menacingly, "fine, don't tell me! Just remember, payback's a bitch... By the way, how's the ear, Chris?"
I self consciously rub my ear and when I realize what I'm doing, I shoot her a dirty look.
"We should get going Chris." Sophie say's in amusement.
We arrive at Aloha Waxing, and if it wasn't for Sophie's presence, I'd have lost my nerve. As we enter the shop we're greeted by Laura, who brings us to the back room where Hawaiian music play's softly in the background.
"So, what can I do for you?" Laura asks with a smile, looking at Sophie.
Sophie nod's at me and say's, "we're here for him, he'd like everything removed."
Laura's smile freezes and she pauses a moment before replying, "I'm sorry, we only do male's backs here."
Sophie continues as if not hearing Laura. "We're new to the area, and Molly Blake recommended you last night."
"Molly Blake sent you?" Laura questions, "she's my number one source for referrals...What did you say we were doing?"
"Everything from his brow's to his toes, including a Brazilian." Sophie confirms.
"A Brazilian too? Is this what you want, sir?"
"Chris," I say, nodding in agreement.
"Alright Chris, please remove your clothes, I'll be right back."
As soon as Laura leaves, I turn to Sophie with a concerned look. "Eyebrows! Nobody said anything about eyebrows." I whisper.
Sophie takes my hands in her's and replies, "do you trust me?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Your brows are shaggy, we'll have Laura clean them up and give them a bit of definition, that's all, ok?"
"Not too girlie, I'd rather not have to explain this to the guys tomorrow!"
"I can do it at home if you prefer, but she's the pro, they probably won't even notice," Sophie reassures me.
"Soph, I know about the ball." I admit to her.
"So? What does that got to do with trimming your brows?" Sophie say's in surprise.
"I know Molly wants me in drag, and that you and Carrie agreed to help her, can you promise me this isn't part of the plan?"
Sophie laughs softly, "Sweetie, this has nothing to do with Halloween, I didn't even think about that when I suggested this."
I start stripping which gives Sophie the answer she's looking for, and she steps out of the room. Two hours later I'm a bit sore, and pretty damn hairless, and my legs feel funny, but my main concern is my eyebrows. I walk up to the full length mirror on the wall and examine my face closely, my brows have an slight arch now, and the edges are neat and straight, but much to my relief, they're still masculine. I examine my package, and my entire groin is hair free, and
baby smooth. 'At least Leslie will be happy,' I think as I dress, and step out into the reception area. Sophie and Laura are all smiles, as I step out.
"Now that wasn't so bad, he's a real Trooper," Laura say's as she extends her hand to me. I shake her hand before reaching for my wallet.
"She's already paid me...See you in a month?" Laura asks.
I look at Sophie for guidance, and she explains that most first time waxers have a follow up after a month. "Yeah, sure I guess," I answer Laura. She arranges my appointment, and hands me a card.
"So, how do you feel? Sophie ask's as we walk to the car.
"Strange," I reply, "my legs are tingling, and my pants feel weird, but it wasn't as painful as I expected."
Sophie stops and tilts my face toward her's, "she did a really good job on your brows, I can't wait to see the rest of you."
"I guess I owe you that much, I wouldn't have gone through with it, if you weren't here...Thanks... What do I owe you?"
Sophie kisses me tenderly before saying, "I'll always be here when you need me, Chris..This one's on me."
"Thanks, Soph...Did I ever tell you what a lucky girl Carrie is?"
She beams at the compliment and say's, "it's too bad I don't have a twin for you, then she'd be as lucky as me."
"I'm starving, how about we grab some Ricobene's for lunch?" I ask as we're driving home.
"Can we get it to go? I'm supposed to go shopping with Carrie and Molly, remember?"
"Sure, we'll get them sandwiches too, you girls can eat before you go."
"Sounds good, I'll text Carrie..."
We arrive home in good spirits to find a mildly pissed off Carrie. "About time! Did you forget about OUR plans... Lover?"
Before Sophie can say anything, I jump in. "It's all my fault Sis, I asked her to come with me, and it took longer than I expected."She turns her glare on me and is about to lash out when her eyes narrow. "You look...Different, what did you do?"
Figuring I should bail her out, I say, "Sophie took me to get a Brazilian," nonchalantly.
Carrie's mouth does a great imitation of a Guppy, anger completely forgotten, as we look on amused.
"Alright Chris, drop trou and show her...Unless you'd rather wait for Molly." Sophie say's, grinning at Carrie.
"Uh Soph, your eye's only..." I say, nodding toward Carrie.
With a great big sigh Sophie concedes, "oh, alright, go put on the swim suit then...Prude!"
I run upstairs, disbelieving I was putting the suit back on, but ever since I moved here, everything in my life seems to have gone crazy. I quickly dress, and go downstairs. I step into the kitchen with a big "ta daaa!" Much to Sophie's amusement.They run their hands up and down my legs, including my exposed inner thighs, and hip joints.
"Lower the top, I want to see your chest," Carrie say's, impressed by what she feels so far.
I slide my arms out of the straps and fold down the cups, my chest is quite hairless, and both girls run their fingers across my smooth chest.
"Turn around, let's see your back." Sophie commands, seeming to enjoy bossing me around.
I turn around and show off my back. As I stand there I hear a giggle, and feel one of them pull the suit all the way down, exposing my ass.
"Oh my God, you weren't lying," Carrie say's with a laugh. "Bend over, I want to see everything."
"Sis..."
"Oh bend over already, it's not like I haven't seen your dick before!" Carrie continues exasperated.
With the suit down around my ankles, I can't really make a quick escape, so I swallow my pride and bend over... I guess Molly was right after all.I feel their hands rubbing my ass, searching for stray hairs, and one, Sophie's? God I hope so, caress my balls."Wow, she did a great job! Was it expensive?" Carrie say's in admiration.
"No! It was only three hundred for everything, and she only charges seventy two for the Brazilian and eyebrows...Lover I think his is better than ours," Sophie say's with a critical eye.
"Ok Bro, you better go change, Molly will be here any minute." Carrie say's dismissively as Sophie hands her a Aloha pamphlet.I bend to pull the suit up, exposing my junk further, before grabbing the suit and pulling it up. I feel like a cheap whore, and think, 'here's your two dollars, now get the fuck out!'
I'm halfway up the stairs when the doorbell rings, I quickly get out of sight before Sophie opens the door...
Saturday...
It's a little after nine when I climb out of bed, I grab a long, hot shower to remove the last vestiges of sleep. I find myself examining my body in the mirror, still not believing I went through with the waxing. With nothing to do today, I throw on a pair of sweats, and an old sweatshirt. Chicago finally realized it's the middle of September, and the weather is decidedly cooler than yesterday. I turn on my computer and head down to grab a glass of OJ. I'm not sure what time the girls arrived home, because I didn't go out with them, despite their best attempts to persuade me...
Who's your bitch now?
I start a pot of coffee and decide to bake some Pillsbury Crescent Rolls for breakfast. I search through the cabinets for a baking sheet, and as I'm rolling out the rolls I hear a phone ringing in the girls room. Ten minutes later Carrie steps into the kitchen, hair sticking out in all directions and looking like shit. "Late night?" I say with a grin as she pours herself some much needed coffee.
"Ugh! That is the last time I drink Appletini's!" Carrie grumbles as she sits at the breakfast counter. "Whatcha making?"
"Crescent rolls."
Ten minutes later Sophie enters the kitchen. "Morning guys," she say's sleepily as she heads for the coffee. She doesn't look nearly as hang dog as my sister. She gives us each a peck on the cheek before sitting next to Carrie. "Have you talked to him yet?"
"Talked to me about what?" I respond in a slightly alarmed tone.
"We have to fly out today," Carrie say's, "we're needed for a flight to Frisco."
"Oh ok, when are you planning on coming back?" I ask, having gotten used to them being here.
"Probably won't be until the last week of October, we have a few things to take care of in Seattle... Chris?"
"Yeah Sis?"
"Um...Never mind, we can talk about it when we get back." Carrie say's nervously.
"Is it about the baby? I haven't changed my mind, if that's what you want to ask." I say as I pull the rolls from the oven.
"No, that's not it...We can talk about it later."
"Soph, what's going on?" I say with a hint of frustration in my voice.
Sophie is busy pulling out plates, and fruit preserves, and chooses to ignore my question. I guess whatever it is, she feels it's between my sister and I.
With a hint of anger I look from Carrie to Sophie and back at Carrie. "Sis, I can't help you out if you refuse to tell me what's wrong."
"There's nothing wrong, Chris...Listen, I'm tired, hung over, and pissy. I don't want to fight with you, ok?"
"Alright Sis, but you would tell me if you were in any sort of trouble...Right?"
"You would be the first, I swear." She say's with a painful smile.I take her hand and squeeze it before grabbing a couple of rolls and my juice. "I'll be on my computer, let me know when you're about to go, ok?"
*Interlude Two*
"Why didn't you ask him Love?" Sophie say's once I'm upstairs.
"It seemed like a good idea last night, and I was about to ask, but I got to thinking... Haven't we imposed on him enough already?"
"I admit we've had a rough couple of days here, but I honestly don't believe he thinks we're imposing on him."
"But what if Leslie moves in with him? We can't all live here, especially if we have the baby too."
"If that's the case, we buy a place of our own. Sweetie, we have to make a decision here, we both know the best way to get a promotion at Southwest is to work out of Midway, and don't forget our lease is up in November... We can either renew the lease, and continue to spend twelve hundred a month on a condo we rarely see, or we can make an arrangement with your brother, and save some of that money for the baby."
"Yeah, I guess your right...It's just that I don't want him to think we're taking over this place, I want him to be happy, you know?"
"Me too, Baby, me too, want me to talk to him?"
*Sigh* "No, I'll do it after I take a shower..."
I type my password into my computer and visit my favorite bulletin boards. I'm in the middle of a Malcolm Reynolds VS Han Solo debate when Carrie comes up the stairs. "Chris?" She say's with hesitation in her voice.
I look up and see she looks much better now, her hair is styled, and her face looks freshly made up. She's wearing her uniform, and I assume they're ready to leave. I jump to my feet to give her a hug, but she waves me back to my seat, and sit's down next to my desk. I sit down and look at her appraisingly, and for the first time ever, her eyes fail to meet mine. I stare at her for a few minutes before finally saying, "you want to tell me about it?"
She hesitates a moment and then it all comes spewing out. Their lease ending, potential promotion, eventual loss of income when Sophie goes on maternity leave, wanting to save money, and her concerns about imposing on me. "Wow,"
I finally say, "you've been worrying about this the whole time you've been here?"
She nods, too afraid to speak. I drum my fingers on my desk as I think about what she said. I've kinda gotten used to living alone in Idaho, but I already assumed they would ask to move in even before the baby surprise, and that's why I bought this house in the first place.
"Alright Sis," I say, placing my palms flat on my desk.
"When we're here, we'll do all the cooking and cleaning..." Carrie say's hastily, not hearing what I said.
"Carrie, I said ok!" This time my words sink in.
"Really?" She looks at me hopefully.
"On three conditions... One, you pay rent, I'm thinking five hundred a month until Sophie stops working..."
"That's not enough..."
I hold up my hand, cutting her off and continue, "when you're here, you do all the laundry...I hate doing laundry... And clean the bathrooms," I throw in
with a faux shudder.
Carrie's smile weakens when I say, "and three... Sophie actually does some of that home cooking you bragged about."
She launches herself off the love seat and into my lap, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
Her lips touch mine and then she hugs me, cheek to cheek. I say, "don't cry, you'll ruin your make up," in a soft voice.
"Best...Brother...Evah!" She whispers and lingers in my arms.
I load their bags into the Mustang, and Sophie takes me in a tight embrace. "You're a very special guy, don't ever change," she whispers in my ear and releases me to say good bye to Carrie. We say our goodbye's and they drive off with a wave. I re enter the house and notice how empty it feels with the girl's gone. I thought I'd look forward to them going, but now that they have, I'm strangely depressed... Yeah, we had a few disagreements, but despite that, I was happy when they were here...
*Ring* "Yes Lisa?"
"Phase two is finally complete, I had to do some creative editing, but I think you'll be pleased."
"Are you ready for phase three?"
"Yes, everything is prepared, I'm just waiting for your permission to continue."
"The sister is out of the picture for now, you will wrap this up tonight."
"Any restrictions?"
"No...You may play with him as you wish, you've earned it, just have him ready for me by ten o'clock..."
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