by Lake, Brair
“Emily.”
Lifting one of the photographs, it looks as though I must be about seven in it. My two front teeth were missing, yet I appear to be happy.
“I hated you Ted. And I hated Momma.”
“Emily it was a difficult time for all of us.”
Slowly I turn towards the sofa and sit back down. Cautiously watching Ted as he places himself in the chair opposite.
“Do you know what I wonder the most.”
“No.”
“If I would ever have found out the truth. I was fourteen, and my life was a lie. If Momma hadn’t had to, would she have ever said anything?”
“I don’t know Emily. I always like to believe your Momma would have said something.”
“But why did she wait fourteen years.”
“You’ll have to ask her that.”
Slowly I tilt my head, closing my eyes.
“Why did you leave her Ted? Why did you leave her to struggle after the car accident, and especially after Poppa left?... That was when she needed you the most.”
I haven’t seen Poppa in a long time. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from calling him Poppa.
“Laura and I had a big argument, and neither of us were willing to talk. After our affair, she went back to her husband, and at first, I believed you were a product of their reunion.”
“Why didn’t you question her? Didn’t you even suspect I could have been yours?”
“Because I didn’t want to face the pain of losing another baby, another daughter. When Baby Blu’s mother left and took Baby Blu with her. It broke my heart. If I had asked Laura about you. History would have been repeating itself.”
“So instead you take the coward’s way.”
“I’m not proud of myself Emily.”
“And you and Momma are having a relationship.”
Ted’s booming laughter fills the room, and I shuffle in agitation. I hadn’t meant to be funny.
“Yes Emily. Your mother and I are having an affair.”
“Crabby and I were married the other week.”
“Baby Blu’s already informed me.”
Steady green eyes watch me closely, and I return his stare.
“And.”
“You’ve been fixated on Crabby for a long time Emily. I may disagree with some stuff you do. However, like with Baby Blu. I’ll be here if you ever need me.”
It hurts me now. But I need Ted, and I need his help.
“Will you talk to Momma for me? Try to get her to listen.”
“I’ll give you the same promise I gave Baby Blu. I’ll do what I can.”
Chapter 15
“Hey Apple-Pie are you Okay.”
“I guess my legs playing up. The tree looks wonderful Crabby.”
I wasn’t just saying it. Crabby has done a grand job of decorating the tree. After returning from Ted Jenson’s house, Crabby had come home laden with paper and popcorn to decorate the tree, which we had spent most of the evening doing. There had also been a couple of bought decorations and now Crabby was handing me a small box as he placed his body next to mine on the sofa. His hand, hanging loosely over my shoulder, while one leg swung over the arm of the burgundy sofa.
Eagerly I tore open the box and raise the glass angel from the box. It couldn’t have been any more than 5cm tall. The wings were made from thin threads of glass and tears gathered in my eyes.
“It’s beautiful Crabby.”
“Our first Christmas Apple-Pie and you deserve it. Come on, put it on the tree.”
Apprehensively I raise my eyes up at the tree.
“Crabby I can’t.”
“Yes you can.”
As he leapt from the sofa, Crabby grabbed hold of my free hand and hauled me up to raise me in to his arms. Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck to place a kiss on his neck. I love the texture of Crabby’s neck. The scent of his aftershave as it wafts up my nostrils, tickling the hairs in my nose. When Crabby Abruptly came to a stop in front of the tree, I release a squeal as he up righted my body and raised me until I was sitting on his shoulders, his hand coming to rest on the cast to take the weight.
While Crabby held me steady, I placed the angel, and then bent down to drop a swift kiss on Crabby’s forehead.
“Duck.”
“What.”
“Duck, we’re going through the door.”
More laughter escapes from me as Crabby, enters the bedroom, and gently places me on the bed.
“Don’t move.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere. Crabby.”
A glint enters Crabby’s pale blue eyes as his gaze wandered over me, causing my stomach to tighten.
“Let’s play a game Apple-Pie.”
With a whoosh, I find myself breathless. My clit has come to life, and my breasts are becoming heavy as my stomach quivers.
“What kind of game?”
“Crabby says.”
Shit, I love Simon says. I was pretty darn good at it as well. Eagerly I nod my head while I wait for Crabby to begin.
“The rules are. You don’t do anything unless Crabby says you can.”
As he spoke to me, Crabby is undoing the catch on my skirt and shuffling it down my legs.
“Okay.”
“That includes no climaxing unless Crabby says.”
Crabby’s eyes were lingering on my panties as his fingers skimmed the edge of the material and I watch my stomach tremble from his touch. Swallowing the saliva in my throat, I again tilt my head. My tongue gave up working the moment my clit began to throb. Crabby’s predatory smile doesn’t help and my throat constricts as he bent his head to place his lips against mine. The tender caress of his lips has me responding to his touch. When the light tap landed on my thigh, I jumped back startled.
“Crabby.”
“Crabby didn’t say you could kiss back.”
Crabby’s fingers were light over my thigh as he stroked the flesh and I felt my leg beginning to tremble. Determinably, I held my legs still, willing them not to move.
“Good Girl.”
Crabby’s fingers, hook into the sides of my pants and just as I thought he would snap them off me, he slowly slid them down my legs. The tips of his fingers caressing my flesh, causing a groan to mount at the back of my throat. His lips followed his fingers, touching, caressing every part of my legs, forcing me to push my hips into the mattress as I tried to stop my pussy from tingling as my juice gathers. Prove of how affected I am from Crabby’s touch.
When Crabby settles himself between my legs and raises my hips, so his lips met my bare pussy, his tongue flickering around the ring, I arched my body and grab on to his head, gripping his hair.
“Did Crabby say you could move?”
Weakly I shake my head and drop my arms back on to the bed.
“Remember Apple-Pie you can only do as Crabby says.”
Crabby’s tongue has once more returned to play with my pussy and ring. His tongue light one moment, hard the next. When he flicks his tongue against my entrance, I have to grab the sheets, willing my body to stop its trembling.
“Crabby please say something.”
“What would you like Crabby to say?”
Thankfully, Crabby has left his torment of my pussy and was now blowing on the skin of my belly while his finger played with my belly ring under the t-shirt I was still wearing.
“Anything.”
“Anything.”
“Erm, Crabby I’ll have to think.”
Shit, all he has to say was I could move.
“Crabby.”
“Shush Apple-Pie, Crabby hasn’t said you can talk.”
Throwing my head back against the pillow, I release a groan of disgust, which only sharpens when Crabby speaks again.
“Crabby say’s raise your arms.”
Docilely I raise my arms, and Crabby removes my T-shirt, followed by my bra. His fingers coming to rest against my nipples where he begins to strum at the hardening buds.
“Will you get your tits p
ierced Apple-Pie?”
Ha, he wasn’t catching me out. He hasn’t said Crabby Says.
Crabby’s teeth gently nipped the erect bud, his laughter vibrating against my flesh, making me want to join in.
“Crabby says, will you get your tits pierced?”
Over the years, I have had several piercing done, my lip, my nose, my eyebrow and several on my ears. Blue eyes clash with blue eyes and shakily I nod my head.
As Crabby returns to play with my breasts, he must have been satisfied with my answer. His tongue twirling around the nub as he pulls on it with his teeth. With each pull and lick he makes, there was an answering tug in my stomach as the heat built in my pussy. Caught up in the sensations Crabby is creating, I forget I wasn’t supposed to move, and my arms find their way to his back. To stroke the curve of his spine. Crabby, nipped harder in warning, and I quickly drop my hands back on to the bed. Along with the arousal Crabby is creating I am becoming frustrated.
I was desperate to touch the man who was worshiping my body. His tongue trailing along my flesh to come and play with my navel and the ring there. Yeah, Crabby has a thing for piercings. As his tongue played with my navel; his fingers have sneaked to my pussy. Where they were gently swirling my cream into my clit and the ring.
“Fuck Crabby. Tell me I can come.”
“Not until I’m inside you Apple-Pie.”
“I’m ready Crabby. Please.”
“Soon.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t. You’re loving this.”
Shit, he was right, I loved the way he was stroking, caressing and loving my body as he alternated between his hands and fingers. My clit is on fire and my body is trembling. And with or without a Crabby Says, I was going to climax and Crabby only had himself to blame.
“Apple-Pie.”
“Yeah.”
“If you come, without Crabby saying. I’ll stop.”
Fuck, my body froze.
“You won’t.”
“I was taught by the best.”
“Who.”
“You really want to talk about another man, while I’m loving you.”
“You’re not loving me. You’re torturing me.”
“Then why is your body so wet.”
“All I’m saying Crabby is…. Payback.”
Crabby’s laughter has my toes curling with tingles as he places his body between mine.
“I’m not playing Apple-Pie says.”
“Kiss me and shut up.”
“Are you ready Apple-Pie.”
Crabby has the head of his cock probing at my slick entrance. Fuck, I was more than ready.
“No.”
“What do you mean no.”
My smile is wicked as I look into lust filled eyes. The pale blue iris turned black, stare at me.
“Crabby didn’t Say.” I snigger.
“Crabby asks politely are you ready to take his cock.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Are you bargaining with me?”
“Yep.”
“Touch away Apple-Pie.”
“I’m more than willing to take your cock Crabby.”
Crabby pushes his cock into me, stretching me with his girth and as he settles in me. The muscles in my pussy contracted and clench.
“Fuck me Crabby.”
As soon as I have finished speaking, Crabby moves his body. His thrusts deep and slow, building in tempo as he went deeper and deeper. My hands find Crabby’s butt cheeks and I hold on to him, matching his rhythm. As Crabby thrust into me, my mouth latches on to his throat, suckling the flesh in tempo. Unable to hold back any longer, my body tensed before quivering as I find my release. Crabby came in me. His groan loud in the room as his body shook over mine.
Chapter 16
“Are you going to the club today?”
“Not ‘till tonight. I thought I’d spend the day with you.”
As Apple-Pie lay in the bath, her head resting on a triangular cushion, with her cast wrapped in plastic and elevated,I continue to wash her body. Apple-Pie studied me. Her gaze reflected.
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking.”
With a loud growl, I wash Apple-Pie’s arm while raising an eyebrow at her.
“I’m going to stalk Momma.”
“What.”
“If I keep texting and ringing, she’ll have to answer me and she’s going to have to accept you.”
“But stalking Apple-Pie.”
“I don’t mean in a creepy way Crabby. I’ll just wear her down. That’s all.”
“Oh, Okay. Come on, let’s get you dried. Then we’ll go for a spin on the bike.”
Apple-Pie turned the smile I love the best, on to me, as she raises her arms and although we may be hindered by the cast, I manage to place Apple-Pie on the bed without any calamity. However, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my cock out of mishap. Drying Apple-Pie’s body has my cock twitching, and is pushing against my zipper. But today is Christmas Day, and although I know she is hiding it, Apple-Pie is upset due to Laura’s lack of response.
Apple-Pie’s hands are gliding over my black T-shirt, and come to rest at the buckle of my belt. Hastily I grab hold of her hand before she can cause any more damage.
“We don’t have time Apple-Pie.”
“We could make time. Especially as you’re not going to the club.”
When Apple-Pie pouted, I bent over and kissed her lush red lips. Enjoying the taste of the minty toothpaste, she had used to clean her teeth.
“Crabby.”
“Apple-Pie, I’d love to spend the day in bed with you. But let’s go for a ride instead.”
Apple-Pie deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. Yet with a shake of my head, I broke the kiss, removing Apple-Pie’s arms as I pass her, her bra. While Apple-Pie covered her body with the long sleeved burgundy top, I had handed to her, I gave a silent groan, and almost gave in to the temptation to take her back to bed. Instead, with a slap to her thigh, I rise from the bed to go to the bathroom.
“Hurry up Apple-Pie. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
With a giggle, Apple-Pie threw one of the bed pillows in my direction, which I manage to dodge with an answering chuckle of my own.
My first Christmas in the fresh air. Away from the closed doors of a prison cell in five years. Riding pillion with me, is my old lady. Yep, this is the best Christmas I have celebrated in a long time. Apple-Pie’s face is pressed against my back, while her hands are curved around my stomach. The road was eating up the miles and I was a free man. Today I have no worries, no problems. What I have is freedom and the woman I love. When I reach our destination, I park the bike and help Apple-Pie dismount, passing her, her crutches when she was ready for them.
The beach was deserted and the waves rocked against the sand. Silence surrounds Apple-Pie and myself. A comfortable silence. Casually, I wrap my arms around the quiet woman.
“Happy.”
Apple-Pie turned her head in my direction.
“Yes. And next year will be better.”
As we continue to watch the sea, I scatter more kisses on Apple-Pie’s head, trailing down to her neck.
“Crabby.”
“Erm.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“To watch the moon rise.”
“That’s hours away.”
“I know. Want to play Frisbee.”
“Leg.”
Apple-Pie was waving her arms about as she pointed to the leg in the cast.
“I hope you’re not looking for pity Apple-Pie... Okay then, I’ll race you to the pier.”
“Christopher Theriot is that the only way you can win. By cheating?”
From the backpack I’d thrown over my shoulder, I pull out a green checkered wool blanket spreading it over the sand.
“Come on. Sit down Apple-Pie, and let’s just enjoy the view.
As Apple-Pie sits down, I pull out a couple of beers and a couple
of sandwiches from the backpack, dropping down beside Apple-Pie as she gratefully takes the sandwich from my outstretched hand.
“You know Crabby, when you said leave Christmas dinner to you. I didn’t realize this is what you meant.”
MSD
As I bite into my sandwich, I lean against Crabby and did just as he suggested. I watch the sea as the waves rippled. As Christmas’s went, this one was different. Crabby had woken me with a kiss, which then progressed to an early morning satisfactory bout of lovemaking. This was followed with a breakfast of scrambled eggs in bed. As we ate, he had given me my Christmas gift. As I continue to stare out to sea, my finger crept up to my neck to play with the necklace he had given me. Crabby’s lips brushed against my cheek and my free hand went in search of his. When I find it, I rub my finger over the black onyx silver ring I had given Crabby. Our gifts may be simple, yet I doubt anything would ever mean as much.
“Crabby?”
“Yeah.”
“What was it about me that attracted you to me?”
Crabby has raised my hands to his lips and as he kisses my fingers, a tingle invades my body and I give a shiver, which has nothing to do with the weather.
“I think it was yours eyes.”
“My eyes.”
“Erm. They’d sparkle with mischief when you were up to no good.”
“What about sexual feelings? When did you start to have them?”
Crabby is silent for a moment, his body has gone still, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.
“Remember when you came to visit me. It was a few months after you seventeenth birthday.”
“I visited a few times; you have to be more specific.”
Crabby’s chuckle warms me, and I snuggle further into his body.
“It was the first time when you and Sundance visited only. You were both sat opposite me at the table. For as long as I can remember, I was fond of you. I’d find myself defending you. Becoming annoyed when anyone upset you. I knew I was very protective of you. But I put it down to you being Rayven’s sister and that I was accepting you as the sister I never had. Yet you were sat with Sundance, flirting with him, and there was a moment, when, If I remember correctly. You shared a secret a joke with him. And a shaft of jealousy shot through me. Shit Apple-Pie, I wanted to leap over the table and punch Sundance in the face. How the fuck dare he touch you? Shit Apple-Pie, Sundance and I have shared women. Yet knowing he was taking you back to Comfort Springs was eating at me. After you left, I found myself reading your letters again and that was when I realized what I felt for you was no longer brotherly love.”