by Jamie Knight
Chapter Twelve - Chris
It was an odd feeling. I had woken up alone so many times I would have thought I'd be used to it. I hadn't been with Shae for very long, but I had already gotten used to her warmth beside me, particularly in the morning.
It was then that my overactive imagination kicked into gear. I had done my best to secure the room, but Ellis did have a key. Was it possible he had broken in at night and stolen her away, dragging her by the hair, Diane keeping the car running to make their getaway? Possibly but with a bit more thought, I realized this was unlikely. I wasn't sure if Shae could have fought him off, but she would have tried, and I wasn't so heavy a sleeper that I wouldn't have heard it. Let alone the sound of the chair falling over. No. The most likely scenario had he tried such a thing, would be Shae and me out in the woods with flashlights and shovels digging a very deep hole. I really didn't fuck around when it came to the people I loved.
Pulling on my suit pants and a t-shirt, I went out to look for her. Though I was somewhat surprised to come across Chester checking his blood sugar readings in his study.
“Chris,” he said, looking up suddenly, “Come, sit down.”
Politeness overriding my self-preservation instinct, I sat down across from Shae’s dad, noticing that his reading appeared to be healthy. I would have to make sure to tell Shae that when I found her. She was probably right about the reunion being a farce to get her back with her ex. Chester's blood sugar issues being just another arrow in her mother’s quiver of guilt.
“You know we don't mind having you here,” Chester said, making it sound like he very much did mind, “but you should try not to upset Diane so much.”
“I will. I'm sorry if I have upset your wife, it certainly wasn't intentional,” I said, trying to remain calm.
“Good, the last thing we need is another blowup.”
“Like the one Ellis did over the room assignment yesterday,” I pointed out.
Chester had to stop to think for a moment, tripped up by the sudden attack of objective truth. I wasn't trying to bust Ellis down. Not openly, at least. It was clear that Shae's parents preferred him, and I wanted to make a good impression. All I was really trying to do was point out the relative differences in how Ellis and I handled the situation.
I wanted them to like me so they could see what a blunder it was trying to get Shae back with Ellis as well as the fact that I was hoping to make my relationship with Shae permanent. We had already gotten my family on our side. It would be nice if hers was too.
I scanned the room, mostly looking for any weapons I might have to watch out for, Chester seemed like the hunting type and likely had at least one gun around the place. Instead, I saw a half-finished Rolls Royce model sitting on the table behind his desk.
“That a Bandai?”
“Why yes, it is, do you build?”
“I dabble. Mostly Jags and MGBs. Just finished a Triumph last month.”
“No kidding.”
“Not a bit. I've always thought of model building as a sort of domestic sculpture. It should be considered a serious craft, if not an art form.”
“Here, here!” Chester agreed emphatically.
“What have you got up next?” I asked, taking a seat next to him.
“Well now, that's a tough one. I was thinking a '62 Corvette, but I've always wanted to do a Model-T, despite the cost and complexity.”
We continued chatting in a similar vein before being interrupted by Diane, who just came swooping in without knocking. I looked at my watch and realized that we had been talking for more than an hour, and Chester was smiling in a way that was not forced. I hadn't expected to win him over so quickly, but that certainly seemed to be the case. Diane, on the other hand, was still glaring pretty hard.
I excused myself, nodding to her as I left, but I lingered around the door after she closed it. I couldn't help but smile when I heard Chester say that inviting Ellis had been a mistake and suggest to Diane that she not push so hard for Shae to get back with her ex-husband. He was no longer sure that Ellis was the best guy for her.
“Who cares about matching?” Diane protested. “They made a vow before God. They need to be together. Until death. Those are the rules!”
“Certainly, the only reason I'm still with you,” Chester observed.
I had to stifle a laugh. I knew I had him, but I also knew that Diane was going to take a lot more work.
I finally found Shae in the dining room, hanging out with Dixie, who had turned the area into her studio. I was surprised but really shouldn't have been at that point. It was a genuine surprise, however, when I saw the canvas and realized that it was my face she was paining. My body was still a bit of a blur, which was something of a relief.
Feeling awkward, I kissed Shae on the cheek and went to brew us all some coffee.
“What kept you?” Shae teased, as she followed me into the kitchen.
“Talking to your dad about model cars.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he seemed really interested.”
“You build model cars?”
“Oh, yeah, my bedroom is full of them.”
“I guess I was a bit distracted,” Shae said, blushing.
The button on the machine clicked, and I placated my lady love with some gourmet coffee. She smelled it and took a sip, making a sound that I rarely heard outside the bedroom.
“Like it?” I asked, with a chuckle.
“Oh yeah,” she said ecstatically.
“There’s one for you too, Dixie,” I added as we joined her at the table again.
“Thanks, darlin' I'm just a bit busy right now. Speaking of which, could you please take off your britches for me?”
I just about choked on my coffee. Apparently, Dixie had heard what I said about modeling for her, not realizing that I had been kidding.
“I-I don't really think—”
“Oh, come now, dear boy, don't be a prude. I've seen hundreds of naked people, and obviously, Shae has seen what you've got and likes it quite a bit considering she's pregnant,” Dixie added, believing Shae’s lie.
I gasped. My head spinning. “How about you take some pictures? With my clothes on.”
“Deal,” Dixie said, talking out her smartphone.
She handled the camera like a pro, clearly having no trouble with new technology. I found myself falling in platonic love with Dixie the more time I spent with her.
Shae took me by the hand, getting my attention back to her. I finished my coffee in record time, putting the empty mug down in the sink and filling it with warm water.
“We're going for a walk, grandma,” Shae announced.
“Have fun, kids,” Dixie said, focused on her newly taken photos.
Liberated from the house, Shae lead me down to the lakeside, the grass, soft and cool under our bare feet. I had wanted us to put our shoes on, but she seemed to be in something of a hurry. I could tell something was going on but couldn't tell if it was good or bad.
There was a peddle boat sitting on the shore of the lake, pristine and alone, rocking gently on the tide without ever actually being taken out onto the water. I had a good chance to look at it as this was where Shae was leading me.
Helping her into one of the seats, I pushed the boat out and ran around the side, jumping into the other chair before the water got too deep. No wonder Shae hadn't wanted her shoes.
We peddled well out into the lake, barely able to see the house anymore. A fact which filled me with a sense of quiet relief. I was okay with Dixie and Chester, but that was also where Diane and Ellis were, neither of which were terribly healthy for Shae to be around.
“Well, this is a first,” I said when the boat came to a stop.
Shae shrugged. “Well, things are advancing quickly between us. Why not just give in?”
“Makes sense to me. Things seemed to be going pretty fast at first. I really wasn't sure we were up to peddle boat level, but here we are.”
“Yup, here we are
.”
“Seriously, I do feel like things are going well and not just with your family. Though that is a pretty important factor with what I want to do.”
Shae looked at me. With the serene smile on her face, it was like she was softly glowing in the morning light. “Oh, and what might that be?”
“Be with you for the rest of my life.”
She giggled. “What a coincidence! I feel the same! Probably why I shot Ellis down this morning when he tried to charm the pants off me again.”
“Literally?”
“Well, no. I think he just wanted his slave back, but I made it clear that it wasn't happening.”
“That's my girl!”
We kissed as passionately as the seating arrangement would allow. I stroked Shae’s cheek the way I knew she liked.
“I wonder how Dixie's painting will turn out,” Shae said.
“I'll probably be naked,” I sighed.
“Oh, definitely.”
“Oh?”
“Don't worry too much, it will only be from her own imagination and previous experience. She likes you, and I might have let slip about your cock size when telling off Ellis. She'll make you look good. Besides which, you'll probably come out so wrinkly and saggy no one will recognize you anyway.”
I laughed hard. “Well, that's a comfort.”
Chapter Thirteen - Shae
The reunion went better than I could have imagined. Even if Dad's blood sugar was fine, and Mom had just been using it to guilt me up there to try and set me up with my ex. The only one who was still being awful and unreasonable, really just sticking to character if anything else was my mom. She made it clear at every possible opportunity that she hated Chris despite not really knowing him and preferred Ellis, despite him being a lazy, lying, manipulative, creeper. She didn't see any of that, of course. She only saw the poor, betrayed man I made a promise too, and then coldly abandoned. I really was morbidly curious to know what it was like to live in that delusional head of hers.
Once Aden and Camilla showed up, things got better. They couldn't stay the whole time, but they were there, and that was all that mattered. It was nice to be among friends. Other than Dixie, of course. It felt a bit less overwhelming having more allies. With Dad and Victor Pierre on our side, the pro-Chris camp numbered five. Five including me, but I was quickly coming to think of myself as being a unit with Chris.
We had all gathered for lunch. Mom intentionally took the table as far away from ours as possible. We had to push two tables together to get Dixie, Victor Pierre, Aden, and Camilla, in with the two of us. Dad still sat with Mom, as he saw that as his duty but looked pretty miserable. I felt terrible for him, realizing that, much of the time, he was just going along with Mom to keep their marriage civil. She could be really domineering.
Mom wouldn't even look our way through the entire meal, preferring to pretend that Chris and I didn't exist. I should have let it go, but if there was one thing I had inherited from her, it was bull-headed stubbornness.
Mom walked back into the house to get fresh lemonade, and I saw my chance, quickly getting up from the table to go and catch her without even telling my tablemates where I was going. Though I was pretty sure most of them could guess.
My courage grew with every step toward the house. Decades of frustration built up into a fit of righteous anger. Mom had always tried to lead me around by the nose. Even after I had grown up and moved out. The booby-trapped reunion was only the most recent example. Never mind the fact that I was in my thirties by that point.
“Mom,” I said, my back straight and eye steely.
“What?”
“You need to back off. Don't try to get me back with Ellis. It is not going to happen. I am not confused. I am not wrong. I am with Chris, and I love him. I am carrying his baby, and we are going to get married.”
I knew even as I said it that it was true. It wasn't just a lie to throw Mom off the trail or a passing fancy. I really did love Chris and wanted to marry him. I was carrying his child and had already started thinking about where we should buy a house. I looked back over my shoulder to make sure that he hadn't heard. It seemed really early to have such certainties, but I did and had the feeling that Chris felt the same.
“O-okay, I'll back off a bit,” Mom said, upset but keeping it together, “but Ellis really is perfect for you.”
“Then why did he cheat on me?”
“Some men do that,” Mom said, as though that excused it.
“And some men drown kittens and poison orphans. I wouldn't want to be with them either. Ellis is a master manipulator. He's playing you like a fiddle, and you just don't see it.”
Mom moved stiffly past me to take out the fresh lemonade and didn't look at me the rest of the day. Despite the silent treatment, I knew I had gotten through to her. She only ever got that mad when she knew that she was wrong.
Later that night we had a bonfire down on the beach of the lake. Technically they weren't supposed to be allowed, but my parents owned the land, so there wasn't much the authorities could do. The penalty was only a fine, and most of the local cops felt funny fining someone for burning wood on their own property.
Chris and I cuddled under a blanket, the night colder than most had expected. Ellis was nearby, glaring at us, making sure we didn't get up to any funny business. At least until Aden came by and sat beside me, blocking his view. I could always count on my big, smart cousin.
“So,” Aden said, with a wicked grin, “have you decided what you are going to do with the signed NFL helmet you got in the divorce? I think it could work great as a planter.”
“Oh, no,” I declared, grinning at him.
“A punch bowl?” Camilla asked, joining in.
“No.”
“How about a candy bowl?” Chris suggested.
“It's a bit big,” I pointed out.
“Right, like the jockstrap that went with it,” Aden said.
“You could use if for bacon grease while cooking,” Camilla suggested.
“Now, that's a good idea!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ellis getting angrier, narrowing his eyes until he was doing an unintentional Clint Eastwood impression in our general direction.
“Maybe Jeepers could use a new litterbox,” Chris suggested.
“It is meant to be a display piece!” Ellis shouted, loud enough to set a cluster of crows to wing.
I shrugged casually. “It might be on display somewhere, but I pawned it for $13 two months ago. What can I say, I was feeling a bit petty and needed the money for cat food.”
There were several bouts of laughter around the fire, even from Dad. Ellis got so angry. His ears turned bright red, visible in the firelight. They always did that when he was really pissed off — or when I wouldn't let him put it in my ass or dinner wasn't on the table when he got home.
“Listen, you stupid little cunt! You were fucking lucky to have me! Who the hell else would want a useless whore like you? I gave you five years of my life, and you just throw me out because you feel like it. Of course, I was fucking someone else. I had to get the fuck away from you on occasion. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Before he had gotten to 'think you are,' I was on my feet and striding over to him. As soon as I got up, Aden was with me. A former soldier who had spent twelve years in the military, I had once seen Aden knock out a guy with one punch.
“I think it's time for you to go now, Ellis,” Dad said, also getting to his feet. He was clearly ready to get physical if needed.
Ellis was an asshole but not an idiot, and even he knew a three to one fight would not turn out too well for him.
“Whoa, now, let's not be too – mean, I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn. I was angry, you see. Diane, help me out here.”
Mom stood. Her eyes were on the ground, but her back was straight. “No, Ellis, you need to go now and accept that Shae is not in your life anymore.”
Ellis finally realized that he was facing a united
front and slinked back to the house, tail between his legs. There were several celebratory whoops and a round of “Time to Say Goodbye”, augmented by Dad's surprisingly rich baritone, as my ex packed up his car and drove away about twenty minutes later.
Chapter Fourteen - Chris
The rest of the night went really well, the mood lightening considerably. Even Diane seemed to relax a bit, and I could have sworn I hear her laugh.
I thought it was odd that Shae wasn't drinking anything. I was pretty sure she had been kidding about being pregnant. It was a heck of a joke, but there was a tone in her voice that sounded sarcastic, and the effect on her mother only strengthened my suspicions.
Pregnant or not, my fake fiancée was certainly frisky, leaning on me and kissing me the whole time. Not that I minded, of course. I loved being around her. Shae was really sexy, and we felt perfect together. It was like we were on the same page.
It was when she started reaching under the covers and squeezing my cock, which to be fair was quite hard at the time, that I realized it was time we went to bed.
“Ready to go to bed?” I asked, almost breathlessly.
“Yes, please,” she said grinning.
“You heard her,” Aden said with a drink.
Shae was still leaning on me as we walked to the house, leaving the others to the bonfire. It was such a relief to have Ellis out of the picture entirely. We could just go up to our room, lock the door and fuck like bunnies until we fell asleep. It was a bit tacky, but it felt like a celebration. The villain was thwarted, and the family was wooed, and all was right with the world. Nothing like a good bit of rutting to top off the day.
Shae was on her knees as soon as I had the door locked, hauling out my hard cock and sucking it like my cum contained the antidote. I was a bit concerned she might hurt herself, not an unreasonable thought considering the length of my cock compared to the depth of Shea’s small mouth. I gently put my hand on the back of her head. Not to encourage her to go faster but to moderate her sucking depth, just enough to avoid serious injury. She didn't seem to mind and kept on going, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock at the top of each suck. It was a challenge not to come right away, but I held back, enjoying the feeling of my cock in her mouth for a while.