“I’m so going to miss a week without this.” I pushed him against the lobby wall, behind the front door. I had my hands in his hair, pulling him down to my mouth. I leant against his bits, and the beast was rising. I slipped my hand down his pants. I had my hands under his balls. I began massaging them. He unbuttoned himself, then scooted down the wall his legs at my side, oh my God. I took hold of him firmly, and he groaned as I started to move him with my hand. Oh, he felt so nice, up and down his silken warm length, it was so thick and long.
I worked my hand into a slow ache, with the continuing up and down movements, his groans only muffled because of the biting of my neck, his head at the back of my neck kissing hard, and leaving his calling card, hidden but there. He groaned and then kissed my mouth. Our tongues wrestling as our kisses became heated and passionate oh carry on Sam. This felt so nice, the kisses, the nearness, I kissed him back, he begged me to stop, but I didn’t… I continued, moving my hand up and down him, slow then quick, he groaned as I held it tighter.
Thumbing the top of his end, he shivered letting out a deep and long groan. His lips on mine and our tongues feeling each other, he was about to come, and try as he might he couldn’t stop himself, groaning as he shook. The feeling of his dick in my hand was strange, I could feel him as he emptied himself and his relief was now all over his stomach and my hand. I grabbed the wad of paper hankies I had in my pocket, and did damage control as he took over and shoved the stuff in his pocket. Smiling as he did.
“Sorry about that, but couldn’t help myself. I needed to return the very nice favour from earlier angel.” He kissed my lips so tenderly.
“That Mi cielo was so nice, but it won’t keep me away from you, until Saturday. I think a trip or two to your Grams and Gramps will be called for. Again you surprise me at everything you do, and Saturday can’t come quickly enough for me, I love you so much.” He kissed me again as I opened the front door. Becky was stood getting her key out, talk about the skin of my teeth, another few minutes earlier and she’d have caught us at it. A sly smile from Sam as he realised it too.
“See you next week Becky.” He said as she passed, he kissed me again thanked me for today, and said his goodbyes again and headed off, I wasn’t happy for the first time in ages. It was going to be a long week without him. I think a few day trips to check out his room before Saturday are in order. I went to my room and packed my bags, underwear for a week, including the two new sets and stockings for both. I will need to purchase some sexy nightwear teddy bear pj’s so not sexy. Black dress, shoes and at the back of the wardrobe, a black jumpsuit an impulse buy that until now I had nowhere to wear it. Red belt, black belt both went in, plus the black wedges. I will pack hair stuff and toothbrush in the morning, good job I had a load of stuff at Gram’s house or I’d be carrying a massive suitcase with me.
I slept really well. Up, washed, hair done, stuff put in bags, blue jeans and trainers and a really frilly white pirate shirt, dressed and downstairs. Mum was at work and JJ next door, quick dash into Aunty Liz’s where she was busy fussing over JJ.
“Argh, Michelle all ready for the off then? Here are some holiday spends.” She handed me an envelope with money in it.
“I don’t need anything Aunty Liz honestly.” She put it in my jeans pocket.
“Buy you’re self-something nice then.” I had to catch the coach outside the art gallery in forty five minutes, so thanked her with a kiss. Gave JJ a head hug, nicked a Kit-Kat and said my goodbyes promising to ring when I got there, and to bring back JJ rock, a sugar dummy and his bloody sugar mice. I needed to be off. I grabbed my bags, jacket and put the money in my purse. Checked for my ticket and set off.
CHAPTER 6
I left Michelle’s a very contented fella, because the goodbye treat was so unexpected, but oh so needed. She had written my name over her school books, sweet but the nicest one Mrs Michelle Todd, which is now in my back pocket, stupid really, but I snagged it as a keepsake, yes one day Michelle Todd you will be.
I took it out and opened it now I was away from the house. Oh my God, a to-do-to-Sam list! I read that right, I read it again and again, and this was done weeks ago. I wonder if this got her an A in French? She seems to have had nothing to do in that lesson but write down a very detailed list, thankfully taking her gift is only half way down the list, but there is an arrow moving it to the top? She is ticking them off too, cheeky. I read the very interesting list she wants to do it where, really that could be interesting? Oh my God I have hit the mother lode, it makes me smile and a little bit hornie umm we will do most of this Saturday and then some, not sure if the having sex on the beach is doable in Blackpool? This writing I have seen before too, the valentines card was off her, thank you baby!
I reached the end of my street in a really good form thanks to the treat and the to do list I’m in such a happy mood. Jimmy was running, towards me crying. I shove the book back down my jeans.
“Sam, shit Sam help please.” I looked at him I saw the fear in his eyes, the blood shot eyes, the blood on his tee shirt, and the bruise on his cheek, what the sodding hells happened?
“Dad, he pushed Mum down the stairs and shit she’s out of it.” I panicked.
“Phone an ambulance quickly James, where is the bastard?” He shrugged his shoulders.
“He ran out the back door Sam, after he stood on her, he banged her head trying to open the door, Sam please help her.” He ran to the phone and I ran to sort Mum out. Jimmy had managed to get her to the couch, she had a bruised cheek too and had a red arm with obvious friction burns, her wrist was undeniably broken, she was unconscious and her breathing was laboured.
I looked at her wrist and it was broken for sure. He had snapped it or twisted it. It was a bad break and the fall, had her covered in red marks from the stairs she fallen down again, having visited each one only days ago. She had a cut to her head, from where he had tried to open the door. It looked horrid I ran to the first aid drawer frantically pulling it out and riffled through it for gauze, to stop the head bleed. Packing it and wrapping it tightly, to stop the bleeding, I carefully put her arm across her chest it was lying limp against her side. I cried, because she looked so frail and helpless, shit I will kill him, this was too much, Jimmy came back.
“It’s on its way Sam, he came at me, smacking my face and she stepped in to help and she fell down the stairs, I think I did the wrist trying to catch her Sam… He stepped over her, he tried to open the front door Sam, but her head was in the way… Sam he bashed her head with the door Sam… He slammed the back door on his way out. He’s taken the money from your drawer… I tried to stop him taking it… Sam I’m sorry…” I looked at him shit, he broke Mum's wrist, and he was in a real mess I need him to calm down.
“Did Dad have her arm at all?” He looked at me.
“Yes, he had it up her back and she pulled away and fell head first down the stairs Sam.” I held him tightly as he cried into my chest I held him and explained he hadn’t done it.
“Dad twisted her wrist and broke it not you, not you Jimmy, the money isn’t a problem Jimmy please don’t worry, you should have just let the bastard have it, are you all right? Get in the bathroom cold flannel on that, let’s get the redness down.” He was crying when the ambulance came. Twice in a week, they must have our address on speed dial.
“What’s happened, here then Son?” I looked at a very upset Jimmy.
“We found her like this when we got home, she has had a fall whilst on her own in the house. We had to use the back door to get in and well I moved her to the couch and Jimmy held her head and neck, so it didn’t move. They looked her over and brought in the stretcher. We left a note for Andy to meet us at accident and emergency, we got in the back of the ambulance. Dad wouldn’t be back for a few days. He had five hundred pounds, from my holiday fund in his sticky mitts. I’m going to get together with Andy and Aunty and pay the bastard off, he has to leave we need to. Mum won’t leave, why though beggars belief?
; “We have to phone Aunty, get her down to the hospital. Jimmy, she’s going to be fine, shush please Jimmy, she will be fine.” Why did I believe she wouldn’t? We got to the hospital we were asked again what had happened? I told the same tale and they said she was going for scans and x-rays. She had a load of tests done she drifted in and out of conciseness all day and night. Andy was a no show too I will be having words with him, about not coming home.
We waited for news all night. She was transferred to the intensive care unit and she was watched all night and most of the morning. Aunty and Jimmy had gone to get breakfast and to get Andy I sat by her bedside, she woke and was in a lot of pain. I buzzed for the nurse and they asked me to wait outside, I was waiting when they came back. Andy apologetic and angry, as we all waited together.
“Your mother is going to need surgery on her wrist, it’s been twisted with a great deal of force, and she has two broken ribs and bruises consistent with a beating.” We looked at each other.
“We found her at the bottom of the stairs on her own, in the darkness. Could she not have tripped and fallen?” So very fed up of having to constantly, cover for the bastard.
“What did Mum say?” He looked at me.
“She says she can’t remember anything and is adamant there was nobody in the house with her.” She was covering for him again, but then again weren’t we? He told us she would be being transferred to a general surgery ward, and we could wait, see her settled in and then go home and get some sleep, and she’d be operated on in a couple of days, but she would be in two weeks at least. She would also need help for a few weeks, to manage everything when she gets out. She won’t be able to do anything at all until her ribs mend. I was mad, sad and happy she hadn’t been killed, this time, my father must pay but for now I kept it together Jimmy, who was a mess, he was still not convinced he hadn’t broke her wrist. Aunty is a wreck and Andy too is angry. We got her comfortable and told her we would be back in the morning, she’s given sleeping medicine and painkillers, and she fell asleep whilst we were there.
“Boys you’re coming back to mine for a few days, no arguments I’m not having you arrested for doing him harm.” We did as asked, she was right we were now too angry and we needed to get out, it’s getting worse the violence.
“Did you inform Michelle of your Mothers fall Samuel?”
“No, she’s at her Grandparents home for the week I was so wrapped up in Mum I didn’t think to call her, nor cancel the hotel. I will call her when we get to your house if that’s alright?”
“Yes, yes of course it is, tell her to stay put Emma is fine, don’t have her worrying too! Besides not much she can do apart from be there for you, now home boys, we need a plan of action to get him out of our lives and save your deluded Mother, heads together after baths, supper and a stiff drink!” Shit, I should have been in Blackpool. I will have to phone and apologise to the hotel, and leave a message for the lads and then phone Michelle, she will kill me. I phone her as soon as I get to Aunties. Her weekend ruined and mine too. I don’t think this waiting’s doing either of us any good. I do know I have never loved like this before. Let’s hope she won’t kill me. A present to buy I think and a good one too…
I popped into the newsagents and loaded myself up with something to read, eat and a drink. There were loads of lads waiting for the coach. I sat on the steps and waited for the coach to arrive when it did. I jumped on and sat in the middle. The lads were all around me. I listened to their conversations all about, what they were going to do and their points system for ‘shags gotten!’ One of them came to sit beside me.
“Hello darling were you going then?” Oh no, not today I needed peace and quiet. I spoke in French, to them.
“I am so sorry. I do not understand you. I'm French.” I loved doing this to idiots on the busses and trams who came to sit and annoy me. I called it foreign-exchange-fun. The lads either gave up or talked funny or if they were stupid talked louder and slower. If they actually spoke French, I could practice and it was a fun way, to torment stupid fellas.
“Bloody hell she’s a foreigner, double points lads.” He spoke to me slower and louder.
“ARE YOU GOING TO BLACKPOOL?” I put my hands up and shrugged my shoulders. Still in French answered him.
“No Idiot, go away please and bother someone else.”
“She called you an idiot Dudley, leave her alone she’s out of your league, even if you spoke her language, besides, I know her from somewhere and I can’t think where? She may be an exchange student from uni or the local tech. Come on the drinks are over here?” I laughed. What a bunch of idiots. I love the French touch, they would leave me alone or give me something to laugh at thinking I did not speak nor understand English.
Oh my days… I didn’t know Stockton was letting all its idiots out for the day? They were extremely loud all the bloody way to Blackpool. My head ached when they finally got off the coach drunk, at the Castle. The lad who thought he recognised me and smiled. He too looked familiar because it was Ben, from the bar, we spoke in French, and he smiled.
“Goodbye Ben, have a nice holiday.”
“You too, have a nice time and say hello to Sam, when you see him again.” I laughed as he passed me and headed out with the rest of them. We did Cleavleys, and then last stop mine, where Gramps was waiting for me, I loved my Gramps more than anyone even Sam, well, perhaps not quite! He kissed my head, as I got off the coach, and we rode the ferry across the sea to Hambleton and after a short walk we were home.
I opened the door to a wonderful surprise, my Cousin Michael was here, he had been in trouble at home and had been dropped here for the full three week break as a punishment, what a laugh he enjoyed the place more than I did. He gave me a bear hug and dropped me. He was six foot eight, so I hit the floor hard he got a kick to the shin. Grams had made lunch and was painting the church for Easter; this is another person who shouldn’t actually cook. Even she couldn’t mess up a salad though. We sat and ate chatting about going fishing, err no… Gramps was off to the library and Grams was still at church, I was bored and needed to go for a run.
“Do you fancy a run out to the wreck Michael?” He came with me under protest he was watching something really interesting on the telly, cricket dead interesting. I ran bare foot to the wreck, he stomped there and I jumped on his back.
“Piggy back please?” He threw me over his shoulder and threatened to shove me in the moat around the wreck. It was an old fishing wreck that ran aground on its way to be salvage in a storm; it looked good so they left it and over the many years of her residency on the beach here, she became the local kids sunken pirate ship, were sparked the many rumours about legends of gold bars in the depth of the holds, hidden jewels and barrels of rum. The adventures we had on her were great, on a high tide she completely disappeared. However, on a low tide the rope was swung out and we would sit on the mast arms, waiting for the tide to turn, whilst sat there we’d watch as the crabs scurried out of their hiding places.
They were massive some of them and on the one occasion, the last occasion as I recall, I was sat on the mast and I fell in and swam to the shore, swimming is not my thing! I can do but I just don’t like swimming in the sea, after all fishes pee in the sea. I was convinced the monster from the deep would pull me in and I would be crab food. So after that, I watched as Michael and the rest played pirates swinging from that dratted rope. There was talk about them digging it up, as it was crumbling and there had been a few near drowning episodes, with stupid holidaymakers trying to be Hambleton Pirates too. Michael had saved a few and their parents the others.
“No the crabs will get me please Michael, don’t.” Putting me down, we walked back to sit on the wall.
“Tell me what you’ve done wrong this time?” He was sheepish.
“I may have belted a lad, he made a pass at my girl Laura and well he won’t be doing it again in a rush.” I smiled, my bear like big cousin with a heart as big as he was and that was the reason I loved him so
much. We had to share a room and had bunk beds, mainly because he was here as much as I was. We would sit up all night talking about the next day’s adventures and places we would visit, the pirates we would be, the desert treks we would take, the poachers we would catch. Those were the days of fun we filled our weeks with games and adventures, with the new friends made from the many holiday kids stopping at the caravan parks dotted along the shoreline.
I don’t think we will be sharing this time, Gramps had said last time Michael and I were now too old to share, nothing happened like that ever, we were brother and sister. Though he did ask me once to teach him to kiss, I passed on that one and Michelle next door taught him instead, that and other things too. I went for a run instead that day, it was better than listening to them two making out and doing it. I had the whole tale told twice, first by him and then her... Michelle will have to advise me now too, I am also thinking Grams will be on the bottom bunk, deep joy.
“So it was a girl thing then? What are you like?” He wanted goodies to eat.
“Come on sweet shop Michelle supplies to be bought I’m going with Uncle to Manx land tomorrow, you coming?”
“Nope, I’m going ice skating with Michelle from next door we do it every time I get here, you could come with us, or are you two still not talking now you have done it with her?” Last time he came, he fell backwards and hurt his massive big head, he had a sore head for days. They also had a row that day when she went off with another lad. I did warn him she wasn’t a one man girl.
“No troll face, I’ll give it a miss thanks. Michelle is working and says we are fine. I’m just not going there with her again she was good though, but Laura’s better. I’m giving the ice a miss too, Mum says I can’t afford to lose any more brain cells, not all of us are swotty, little troll faces.” He bought a massive bag of toffees and chocolate he bought me a sugar mouse, a pink one with a string tail. He always bought them for me, even though I hated them. They were far too sweet, so I save them for JJ.
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