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Brenda's Conquest - 3 (Mf, ff)
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
***
Chapter 3 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law
in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much
fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your
computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis
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< The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister
arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about
the real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd
imagined... >
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Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long
and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during
the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and
sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much
real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home
to mama.
Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went
downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was
right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today.
I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she
changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning
to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping
over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because
she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father.
Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full inheritance.
I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also see her as an
absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost
black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a ponytail. Her
complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural highlights around
her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and
liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's height and build,
standing 5'9" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, and some of
mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a narrow waist,
curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy backside, and
long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her figure with
lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter top,
tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight jeans.
She smiled, and did a slow pirouette.
"Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare
at me all day?"
I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and
croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged
in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was
travelling light.
After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas and
we sat on the couch to talk.
"Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked
before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding a
secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this time,
too.
"You didn't buy that story, did you?"
I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking
everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and
stared at the floor.
"I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you
promise to keep this a secret?"
"Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to
everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because
somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually.
I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't
considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain
Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret.
"Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street."
"Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick
glasses?"
"That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts, and
he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot. We were
going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me not giving
him head on one date, and we broke up."
She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I
blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed. I
continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell.
"Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite
personal and rather embarrassing."
More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her ex
boyfriend? Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more
ways than one. I nodded.
She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember
his little sister, Angelique?"
I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my
sister would have been ignored by me.
"Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now. You
see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, including
his sister Angie. She was ... well, I uh ... somehow we ... Oh hell,
I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary
only because it let me get close to her. I don't know how it
happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!"
Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about
something between her and a girl was. This had to be something
special.
"You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of
intimate?"
"Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring
at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three
months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There.
It's out. You know."
"So, how come you're here?"
"After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to
find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us,
bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He
threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school,
social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for
'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant,
or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and
Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine,
as long as I would leave town. That's why I'm here early."
It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another
girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while.
"Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm a
wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!"
"Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're
wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going
to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who
you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis."
She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then
jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly kiss
on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister or
not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top
of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was just an
accident. The last thing I needed right now was more complications in
my life.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something? You
know me better than that."
"Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful
brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted.
It's been hard enough on me as it is."
"Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for
you, and I always will be. Who else knows?"
"You, me, Angie, and her mother and father."
"Our folks don't know? Gary?"
"Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I
couldn't even talk to mother. It's been ... a strain."
She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it
in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to
avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor, poor over-stressed sis. So many
troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world
hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..."
"Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!"
"At least you still have a sense of humour! Come on, I'll show you
around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own
bedroom, with no sharing!"
I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom up
until I moved out permanently, five years ago.
"A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to
share a room with you when I got here. Thank you."
Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment. I
was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her. After
all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the lips. I
resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my
sister, and I was now spoken for.
Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to.
"C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my*
room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She
wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited.
Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It
wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes
watching us, through the French doors, ever since my sister arrived.
I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the
queen-sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides
being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was,
according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my
style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded
view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real
beach only a few minutes walk away.
Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to
have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later.
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< In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift
perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know
what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky.
Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll act
like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. >
< I think I'll keep my nose out of here from now on. You should just
be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo... >
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"Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her
bedroom.
Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered
back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we
got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you,
after all you're not developing THAT fast!"
"Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from
someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly.
"All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through
everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and
skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all,
Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a
fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or
something." She laughed a bit under her breath.
"Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?"
"I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and
getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with
all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep
in. I guess I better go ask him now."
Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and
whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think
Richard's got a girlfriend."
Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What
makes you think he does?"
"Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks
like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!"
Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and
the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place.
"Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!"
The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard
and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but
continued to watch.
They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal,
because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin
jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk
for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw
that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then, when
she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing not
much more than his robe, she became angry.
She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted
to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do.
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< Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they
seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before
deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over
and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in
with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before siccing
Will onto me with a baseball bat. >
< Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep my
two bits to myself. >
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When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit oddly.
She said there had been a visitor.
"She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my
suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I
said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to
make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at
five."
"Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally
dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda."
"Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better.
"All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna
be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets.
Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with
a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Caty, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this house?"
"Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd
had a few seconds ago.
"I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to me."
"Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted
with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be
pretty wicked."
He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
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< I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's
something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when Caitlin
is mad at me. And boy was she mad! >
< All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here! >
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"YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living
room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed
properly abject.
"God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my
brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's
statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years
for Godssake!"
She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again.
"And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've
taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do
to her for the rest of her life? God, Richard, I thought you at least
had a few brain cells active when you're horny!"
After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam
to sit down again.
"Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair
or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what
she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy
being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from
the beginning."
"Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she
would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I
don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda
is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college
girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of
them, both for me and for her."
"I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did.
Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all
I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"
Richard said that last line with such a sad, woe-begone expression,
Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you
in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour
from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk.
Do you understand me, Richard?"
"I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't
keep."
"God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do
with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready
for this dinner. You look terrible. You'd better go get cleaned up.
You look like you need a nap, too.
"True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this
perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her
so she could display me to the class in show and tell."
Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay
Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really
caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one
carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question -
how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty?
Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?"
"None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?"
"I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go
get cleaned up before you make us both late! I've still gotto get
some of these clothes sorted out."
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< Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious
waterworks. >
< Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm not
wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. >
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When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of
the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It
didn't do much good. "I'm just going to have to give Brenda some
warning, that's all" Mary thought to herself. "But not yet. Let her
have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to
keep up a facade that long."
Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen.
Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her
into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"
"I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that
told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full
truth, that was obvious.
It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's,
and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to
form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away.
"Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start
on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the
kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and
before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be
bringing someone else with him."
Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any
longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house,
apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts
of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks,
were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went
upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?"
"Sure mom. How do I look?"
This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing
her blue outfit. When her Dad bought it for her, just after her last
birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He was
thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function that
young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled the
outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly didn't
look much like it did today.
The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than
something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed
to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright
light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a
lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same colour and
sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them.
The blouse buttoned down the front and was supposed to tuck into the
skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because
it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits
of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the
top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It
puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her
breasts, but not fully revealing them.
A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under
the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the
short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line,
making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have.
In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons
and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that
the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few
small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while,
as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was
wearing underneath.
The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short
slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The
bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved,
hinting that more could be revealed at any time.
On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up
under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally
see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her
low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light
pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been
pulled back and done up into some sort of complex French braid,
intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny
sparkling blue gemstone earrings.
"Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in
between her bratty spells."
Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced
in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all
over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely
succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to
perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the
colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit
skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making
them look far more sexy than if she were naked.
"Come on mom, how do I look!?"
"Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy
who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering
simpletons in seconds."
"D'you think Richard will like it too?"
Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed.
"Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I
came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what
they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do
strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for
them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this
last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see
that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman."
"No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love
me."
"Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that
you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of
himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us."
Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly
listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's
already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her
hand, really having fun with this.
Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do
you know Richard has a girlfriend?"
Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped
grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not
taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny.
"I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and
stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's
house. Then she went down there too. Me and Mom saw her and Richard
kissing in his place."
Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?"
"Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I
didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard
brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out
what's going on real soon. Okay?"
When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?"
This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head nodding.
That would have to do.
"All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then
meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered
them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then
turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug
from her husband.
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A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go. They
both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing.
Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair
of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong
shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection.
Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black
pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a
mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of
makeup finished off the look.
Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown-up
and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had done
a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a fair bit, her
stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous.
The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It
showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. She'd also learned
a lot about makeup and hairstyling. With only hints of this and that,
and small changes to how her hair was positioned, she had gone from
great looking teenager to cover girl goddess, sensual and untouchable.
His cock also noticed, and he started getting hard again.
"Caty, you look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better
watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's
getting you into trouble, remember?"
Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him
over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know,
if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you."
"Same goes for me, sis. Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm
in."
Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered
in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?"
"Actually, Caty, only a little. Only a little."
When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on
to it for (her) moral support.
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Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the
same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward
their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes,
and he's bringing that girl with him!"
"All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests
properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen
in the right direction.
When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open
it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?"
As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help
staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an
absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours
after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and
sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much.
The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly
slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran
upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the
stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him.
"No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please."
Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally
asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to
this lovely lady?"
Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda
disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this,
realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her
little girl.
Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the living
room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door.
"Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their
younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their
older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister,
Caitlin."
Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will
simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face,
glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary
still hadn't told him what she had seen earlier. He now had some very
strong suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in
this, so he didn't say anything.
Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin.
Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of something in
the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and
looked away.
Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the
tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her
knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. "Whew" she
thought. "That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over
there." Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister?
You never mentioned anything about her coming out to stay with you."
"Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well.
I'd forgotten all about her call from a couple of weeks ago, what with
all that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning."
"Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the
door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It
was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the
fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here
on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!"
Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts,
and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out.
She decided.
"Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get
them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there.
I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes."
Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Okay, but what about ..."
glancing up the stairs.
"I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be
better this way."
With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the
kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his
wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He
didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting
his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands.
Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary and simply
waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very
confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just
before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him.
"Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you."
"Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response.
"When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, I
got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened
yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you.
I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a
girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry."
Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. This
explained the strange actions just now, and not only that, Mary was
now apologizing for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to
register properly.
Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few
more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to
apologize for. I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same thing.
I didn't have any time to consider other people's reactions to my
sister moving in, since it was such a surprise."
"Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks
you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better
go up and see her. I think she needs you. One thing I do need to
know is how you feel about my daughter."
"Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it.
She actually smiled a bit!
"Okay, so how do *you* feel about what happened last night?" She was
not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an
honest answer, not a 'correct' one.
"I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's
the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day."
"Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?"
"Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to."
"Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this
before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will
trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another
little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe
for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her choice.
She could have done much worse. The age difference is a problem, but
we can talk about that another time."
Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned,
having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at
him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was
one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after
what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear
Mary's acceptance.
"Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little
too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice
her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary
letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again,
though, for his own peace of mind.
"That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time.
As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our
family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you
this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked
out her future husband when she was fourteen."
"I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family,
except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one
to break her heart by standing in her way."
"What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this,
and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle
it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term,
now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give
you a couple of minutes to think it over."
With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly
quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation,
and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They
both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her with a
question in his eyes, and she answered back with a slight shake of her
head.
After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on
dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than
anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed
their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to
say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a
very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat
back down on the couch.
Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking
slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I
want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me.
I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen
completely in love with your daughter."
"Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do
the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she
probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you."
"Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister
everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that
she actually came over."
"It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as
well."
Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward
the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his
lover.
Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with
Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk,
one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen,
receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him
the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living
room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very
intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room,
preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply.
Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left
in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are
you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and
shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew.
She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why
her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when
she stood in the doorway.
Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin
looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where
he had gone.
"He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief
for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at
Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that
he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night."
A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a
very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go
up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?"
"Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up
there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda
told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply
wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels
though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future
husband. Of course, I was a little younger then. Will still doesn't
know about all the things I did to make certain he would be mine."
"Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to
continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!" Caitlin
was becoming more and more confused.
"If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will
continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is
completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me
that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to
pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's
as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about
them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating
them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can
understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything
rash."
Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying.
"This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding
that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I
don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic
like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same
way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in
disaster. I've had enough of that already."
Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last
sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll
accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I
think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably
guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my
way for now."
"You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god."
"It'll be okay. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk
with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had
expected. Things were looking much better.
They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table
sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the
stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife.
She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the
tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face.
Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just
wished he knew what they were.
"So, is dinner ready yet, honey?"
"It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people
in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat."
"Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set
the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few
minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on
honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without
waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky
and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door.
They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained
everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will
sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying
anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his
response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected.
Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "Okay honey, I'll
trust you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if
anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a
chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very
passionate family, don't we?"
This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little
out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now.
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<< End of chapter 3>>
Next chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise,
a guilt trip, their second time
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