by Woods, Karen
Once they heard the front door being closed, Gordon took Francesca’s hand and led her into the bedroom. She looked worried and wondered if he would be able to tell that she had had sex since he had been inside. As Gordon walked into the bedroom, he was pleasantly surprised. The room had been decorated in light pink flowery wallpaper and all the bedding matched. The carpet was a light pink colour and it gave the final touch to the room to make it feel warm. Gordon jumped onto the bed first as Francesca slowly lay by his side. As she looked at him, she thought how much he had aged in the time they had been apart. He now stripped off and stood in front of Francesca asking whether she thought he had lost weight. She looked at him and agreed but didn’t feel any attraction towards him. His legs looked so thin and his stomach was flat. The only thing that hadn’t changed was his penis as it stood to attention like it always had years before. Gordon told her to get her kit off and join him in bed, as he pulled the covers back. The room had a slight chill about it and he told Francesca to close the window.
Francesca lay next to him and their skin touched for the first time. He felt so different - old and rough. This was the first time he had seen her since she had given birth and he let her know that her body had changed since he had last seen it. Francesca didn’t feel turned on one little bit by him but knew she would have to go through the motions. Tigger was the man she was thinking about as he leaned in to kiss her and she just pretended that she was enjoying it, hoping it would be over before it started. His kiss was passionate to start with and he fondled her nipples as he mounted her. Once on top he inserted himself in her. Francesca gave a loud moan and pretended she hadn’t had sex for a long time. Even when he first entered her, she gave out a shout hoping for him to think he was hurting her, but in reality, she couldn’t feel a thing as Tigger’s cock was a lot bigger than his and he had stretched her fanny beyond belief.
Gordon now began jerking his around in circular movements. He was now looking her over, watching for any signs of enjoyment. She joined in and let him think he was a sex god as she pretended to orgasm. Once he had heard her groans his arse began to move faster and faster and she knew within minutes it would all be over. Gordon continued but half way through his nob shrunk and he couldn’t get it back to its true size. Francesca felt it shrink inside her and had wanted to laugh her head off but as she watched his face, she knew she would have to pretend she hadn’t noticed it.
“Here get this in your mouth,” he moaned.
Francesca looked at his nob with concern as it looked like a shrivelled worm. He told her the brandy he’d drunk earlier was now playing tricks on him. As requested she put his nob in her mouth and teased it with her tongue hoping to wake it up but no matter how much she tried it remained as small as ever. Gordon now pulled it from her mouth and started to wank himself off. As she looked at his face she could tell he was trying his hardest to try and come but as he continued he knew there was no point, and told her they would try again later on.
As they lay in each other arms, he spoke of the time they had spent apart. He wanted to know exactly what Francesca had been up to and he could tell things had definitely changed between them. They spoke of the years gone by and they seemed to be getting on well as he laughed about things that had happened inside. Suddenly Gordon asked a question that stumped Francesca,
“Do you still love me,” he asked as he held her hand stroking her fingers. She felt her face going red and she panicked knowing she would have to lie.
“Why wouldn’t I love you?” she said haltingly, “we have a child together don’t we, and I hope we can be a family now can’t we?” He didn’t reply at first and ran her answer through his mind. He still had the girl he had met on the visits if things didn’t work out between them but he just wanted to make sure Francesca was still in love with him the way she had been years before.
“Yeah that’s what I want too. I’m sick of watching my back all the time and I’m gonna really try to make you both happy.”
His words were like water off a duck’s back to Francesca. A leopard never changes its spots, she thought, as she went along with his plans for the future. What she didn’t tell him was that her plans were to get away from him at the first opportunity and at the moment Tigger held the tickets for her new life without him.
Tom returned home with Rico and he was shouting to see his daddy as soon as he walked through the door. Tom tried to keep him in the front room but he was determined to go and find him, no matter how hard Tom tried to deter him. Rico walked into the bedroom and when he saw Gordon in bed with his mum his little face changed. He froze near the door and he bit at his fingernails for comfort. Francesca shouted to him to come and join them but he still stood there, not liking what he was seeing. Gordon now tried to win him over and eventually he came to the bedside pulling at Francesca’s arms.
“Mummy get up. I don’t want you to stay in bed with daddy, I want you come and watch television with me.” Francesca started to get up from the bed and Gordon pulled her back as he spoke to Rico.
“Mummy and daddy are tired so you will have to go and watch telly with Tom for a bit won’t you.” Rico now started to cry and pulled at Francesca’s arms more than ever to get her up. Gordon watched and his temper grew as Rico pulled at her arms. Francesca looked at Gordon and told him she was getting up anyway. She told him she didn’t want him upset and it must be so confusing for him at the moment having to share his mother’s attention as she started to get ready.
“He’s a little spoilt brat,” Gordon moaned and he told her there and then that things would be changing now that he was home. Francesca and Rico left the room and Gordon settled down to sleep. He was completely exhausted and he just hoped the following day he would feel different and be able to focus more.
Tom looked sad as Francesca returned with Rico. It must have been torture for him to sit there knowing she was in bed having sex with Gordon as he sat in the next room. He kept his eyes on the television and didn’t say a word as Francesca sat with Rico. The boy was clinging to her for dear life as she sat on the settee to watch telly with him. She knew it wasn’t going to be plain sailing in the days that lay ahead and she started to prepare herself for the worst. Tom now turned his eyes from the television and asked if Rico was okay. Francesca smiled at him and told him what had happened with Rico and waited for him to say it would sort itself out in days to come, but his answer shocked her and she got quite annoyed.
“Well he’s right, it’s like you have sold him out and haven’t got time for him now Gordon’s home. You both should have spent time with Rico instead of jumping into bed together straight away. Rico has had all your attention since he’s been a baby and you just can’t change now that he’s home.” Francesca looked at him in disbelief. What a fucking wanker she thought. She knew the real reason was that it was him who couldn’t stand her being in bed with Gordon and she could see the jealousy eating him up inside. She lit a cig and ignored Tom and carried on watching the television hoping things would ease once Rico got use to Gordon being home.
Tom looked like a broken man as he sat there. His face had the same expression all night long. Tom had always been such a happy character but now he had sunk into a deep depression. The night went quite quick and once Rico was settled in bed, Francesca joined Gordon back in the bedroom. She tried her best not to wake him as she sneaked in beside him but his eyes met hers as she lay down to go asleep. This time Gordon’s cock was rock hard and he rammed it in her as soon as he got her knickers off. He was shagging her like he had something to prove this time and he wasn’t stopping for love nor money until he reached orgasm. Surprisingly Francesca got into it and she yelled with excitement as she too reached orgasm.
Tom lay in the next room and pulled the pillow over his head. He was once the man who had made her groan with pleasure and now he had to listen through the paper thin walls as someone else had taken his place. He gripped his fist together and punched them into the bed as the groans got louder. At on
e stage, he stood up ready to go in and confront Gordon. Tom walked about the room with his hands placed over his ears and prayed it would be all over soon. Rico was fast asleep next to him in a single bed and he even thought about waking him to go in their room and end the sex they were having. Minutes later the sound of the bed rocking against the wall stopped and Tom removed his hands from his ears and fell onto the bed. This couldn’t carry on, he thought and he tried to come up with some kind of plan that would end his torment. Tom tried to sleep but his mind was working overtime as he hatched a plan.
Gordon lit a cig for himself and Francesca and praised her on her performance. She had always been a good shag and apart from being a little fatter, nothing had changed in the bedroom department. Yet the day had taken its toll on Francesca. Once she’d finished her cig she settled to sleep feeling completely knackered.
Gordon finished his cig and found it hard to sleep. He fidgeted in bed for a while then decided he would get up and make himself a brew to see if that would help him calm down. Inside, his stomach felt like a washing machine, he felt strange. The world seemed to be passing him at an incredible speed and he knew at that moment he would struggle to cope in the weeks that lay ahead. Tom had heard a noise from the kitchen and thought it might have been Francesca. They had always had a late night brew together and he thought she was maintaining the tradition, even though Gordon was now back at home.
Tom crept into the kitchen and looked shocked when he saw Gordon staring straight at him. He knew he couldn’t turn around and go straight back to bed and he started to speak to his brother as he watched the kettle boiling.
“I’ll have a brew if ya making one, our kid. I can’t fucking sleep tonight I don’t know what’s up with me at the moment.” Gordon added another cup to the kitchen side and prepared two brews as Tom waited in the front room.
Gordon entered carrying the two cups telling Tom to hurry up and take one from his hands as it was burning his fingers. Tom quickly jumped up and took the cup. Gordon shook his hand about and laughed as he sat on the chair facing Tom. They both sat there wearing only their boxer shorts and Gordon’s hand was down the front of his playing with his nob as he started to talk with Tom.
“So you’ve sorted yourself out now, haven’t ya . What’s life like without smack? Bet you don’t know what to do with ya self now do you.”
Tom felt intimidated by his brother, it was like they were kids again. Tom told him of his journey to become clean and the job that he’d got to make ends meet. Gordon looked at him and thought he had done well, but never told him that. He told him of the stories, about the smack heads in jail and how desperate they were when they needed a fix. Gordon knew something had changed with Tom and he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He hated that he didn’t have that power over him anymore and wanted to know why, so he started to ask questions hoping to get to the bottom of it.
“What made you get off the brown then? I know people who have been off it for years but have always gone back to it, what makes you any different?”
Tom struggled to answer and just told him he’d had enough of living his life with drugs and wanted to change and that seemed enough for Gordon for now. Gordon spoke about the days that lay ahead and told Tom he was drug dealing for Tigger. He also told him he could join him and earn a bit of money if he wanted to. Tom started to sweat at the mention of heroin and turned him down there and then. What a twat, he thought. How could he do that to him knowing he had been an addict so many years before? He told Gordon point blank that he didn’t want anything to do with drugs and Gordon smiled at him telling him it was his loss.
Rico now walked into the front room crying his eyes out and asked where his mum was. Once Gordon told him she was asleep in bed, he started to cry at the top of his voice. Gordon tried to pick him up but he struggled and broke free and made his way to Tom for support. Rico now shouted at Gordon and told him he didn’t like him and Gordon shouted back at him telling him he didn’t like him either. Tom looked at his brother and told him that he shouldn’t say things like that to his son, but Gordon just called him a twat and left to go back to the bedroom.
Tom stayed with Rico for a while and he finally took him back to bed. It was obvious there was no bond between father and son and Tom knew he had the love of Rico even if his mother’s affection was lost forever.
The next few weeks were more or less the same. Rico hated the sight of Gordon and Gordon hated the sight of him. Gordon went to the doctors to get some calming tablets, because his nerves were shocking and he was still struggling to cope with life on the out. Tigger had given him a few jobs to start with and Gordon had been fine. He never knew the real reason why Tigger gave him the jobs and never suspected for a moment that Tigger was in a relationship with Francesca.
Gordon was bang into selling heroin and he earned quite a lot of money from it. The money Misty still owed him was never far from his thoughts and the time was now coming for him to reclaim what was rightfully his. Francesca had been distant with him lately and he knew something had changed between them. Rico had been sat with them one day as they were eating their tea and the words he spoke nearly made Gordon choke on his food.
“Mummy, why don’t you kiss uncle Tom anymore? He looks so sad since daddy has come home.” Francesca felt like her face was going to explode and tried to make light of the matter.
“What are you like? I don’t kiss Uncle Tom. What are you telling lies for?” Francesca laughed and shook her head, but as she looked at Gordon she could see she was going to have to do a bit better than that, and started to interrogate Rico.
“When have I kissed Uncle Tom?”
Rico thought for a moment and carried on eating his tea and Francesca thought it was over until he started again.
“You kissed him on there. Don’t you remember?” Rico pointed to the settee and Gordon waited for her to answer as he saw her face turn white. She remembered exactly what he was talking about and panic took over. She remembered how Rico had got up one night and caught them in each other’s arms. She thought he had forgotten all about it.
Francesca now looked at Gordon and tried to make a joke out of it, but he saw through the lies and knew Rico had told the truth. His first reaction was to kick the living daylights out of her, but when he thought about it, he knew that would be no good. It all made so much sense now and his plans for the future would make sure he had the last laugh on the pair of them. Francesca made up a story to keep Gordon off the scent and he laughed inside thinking how fucking cunning she was. He accepted her explanation and carried on eating his tea but now it tasted sour, just like his love for Francesca.
Gordon had been seeing the girl he had met while he was in prison and he really liked her. She was a bit of a tart but she made Gordon feel good about himself and the sex was good. Tigger was still trying to get the meeting with Dominic set up and he told him that the big day was only weeks away.
Gordon wanted revenge on the people who’d hurt him in his life, and started with his own brother. How dare he think he could shag his woman and get away with it? Didn’t he ever think he would be found out? Tom should have been stronger and had more respect for his brother and since he didn’t he was going to learn the hard way just how much fucking other people’s girlfriends would cost him.
That night Francesca was fast asleep in bed as was Rico. Gordon had noticed how depressed Tom had been lately and knew the time was right to seek his revenge. That night Tom was sat watching the telly, as Gordon came to join him. Words were few between them but as Gordon pulled out all the heroin onto the table and started to bag it up he knew Tom was finding it hard not to get involved. Within minutes Gordon had Tom at the side of him and was weighing the smack into little plastic bags. Gordon watched and knew it wouldn’t be long before his plan came together and gave Tom the small plastic bags to place the heroin in.
Gordon smelt the smack and encouraged Tom too as well. He watched as Tom inhaled its fumes and saw the fear in his
eyes. He then spoke about the feeling from heroin and asked Tom to tell him what it felt like. Tom didn’t hesitate and remembered exactly how it felt and told Gordon of its effect. Gordon sat eating a Kit-kat as they finished bagging it up and purposely left the foil visible on the table. The amount of heroin they bagged was massive and the street value of it came to around four grand. Gordon even held a shotgun in the flat just in case the local gangsters thought they could come along and tax them. Gordon yawned and told Tom he was knackered and asked if Tom would finish bagging the last couple of bags for him before he went to bed. At first, Tom said no, but as Gordon told him he would give him a tenner tomorrow for doing it, he changed his mind. Gordon left Tom that night and went straight to bed hoping his plan would work.
Tom finished bagging the last bag of the smack and sat looking at it for fifteen minutes. His mind was racing and the question was banging on his skull. Just one bag he thought and never ever have it again he could do that couldn’t he? He was off drugs now so one little toot wouldn’t do him any harm, surely. Before Tom knew it, the drug had gripped him and he had it on the foil tooting away as if he had never given it up in the first place.
Gordon got up to use the toilet later that night and as he peeped in through the living room door, all he could see was the burnt foil on the table and Tom stretched out on the floor. Gordon nodded his head and grinned with delight before he headed back to the bedroom. Tom was now his for the taking and within weeks he knew he would be able to get him to do anything he wanted, because once a smackhead, always a smack head. He now grinned as he lay on his bed ready for a good night’s sleep knowing his brother was a prisoner to smack once more.
In the coming weeks Tom was left with the job of bagging the drugs each night and just as Gordon predicted he was hooked on it once again. Gordon didn’t let on to Tom that he knew exactly what he was doing and he let him think he was safe with his own little secret.