Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 17:20:44 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 12

I barely made it home before supper. Tom, his cousins, and I had gotten
into a game of "Axis and Allies", and I didn't want to get home too early
anyway. I wanted to wait until all the dust had settled between Ethan and
our parents. I wanted to wait until everything was back to normal.

It wasn't.

I found Margie in the kitchen, putting out supper. "Ethan won't be coming
back yet," Margie told me before I could even ask. "Go get your sisters and
the twins for supper. We can talk later."

I've mentioned before that Margie could be a bit spacey at times. Usually,
she just went `with the flow' and nothing much fazed her, but under the
surface, she had a strong streak. There was something about the set of her
jaw that evening that told me she was in no mood to talk about Ethan at the
moment.

If Ethan wasn't coming home, I wasn't sure I wanted to be there either. "My
friend, Tom, asked me to sleepover tonight," I said.

Margie shook her head as she set a bowl of mashed potatoes on the
table. "Anna is sleeping over at Nicki's, and both your father and I have
to leave early for work tomorrow. We need you here to watch the little ones
in the morning."

It was my turn to set my jaw. "I'm tired of being a baby sitter, Margie," I
told her. " Ellie can watch them."

"You know very well that we only let Ellie watch Lizzie and the twins when
it's going to be for an hour or two. Not for longer. You watch them
tomorrow and Anna will watch them the next day."

"When's Ethan coming home?"

Margie, who had returned to the stove turned back at me angrily. "I told
you I don't want to talk about it right now. What happened between you and
me was supposed to be a secret. It's as much your fault as mine that your
brothers and sisters found out. I don't know what you told Ethan that he's
so pissed at me, but I am not going to be the villain in this, David. If
you aren't interested in supper, fine. You don't have to eat. I still want
you to round up your brothers and sisters for supper."

"I didn't tell Ethan anything."

Margie frowned and turned back to the stove. "Well he blames me."

I hate to admit it, but I was glad to hear that; not that it let me off the
hook. Obviously, he was pissed at me, too.



We didn't talk much at supper. Afterward, I followed Dad into his study and
plopped into the chair in front of his desk. "This sucks!" I said.

Dad smiled sadly. "You have to understand, David," he told me. "We had a
long talk with Ethan today. Ethan is angry right now."

"So? You can tell him that he has to come home."

"No we can't," Dad said, shaking his head. "If Ethan became angry enough to
tell others about what has happened in our family, it would cause big
trouble for all of us. We have to be patient."

"Ethan wouldn't tell anybody."

"You know him better than I do; I hope you're right. We still need to be
patient."

"Doesn't he miss us?"

Dad shrugged. "I'm sure he misses his family. I imagine that he misses you
quite a bit. But you have to be patient. You have to wait for him to
forgive you. This hurt him far more than we imagined it would if he found
out." Dad glanced at me. "He cared for you a lot more than we understood."

Dad sighed. "That's why forgiveness will be difficult for him. Margie and
you are the two people he loves the most."

"I don't think he loves me anymore."

Dad smiled sadly again. "Some hurts are very hard to get over. You don't
want to make it any more difficult by trying to force things."

I frowned unhappily. I didn't want to be patient.

Dad smiled sadly a final time. "We married into a family of redheads,
David. When they get angry, they get angry. Margie isn't happy either."

"Tell me about it."

"David!" Margie called from the kitchen. "Some boy named Kyle is on the
phone for you."



As I was leaving Dad's study, Ellie emerged from the kitchen with a glass
of milk. She saw me and smirked before taking the milk into Dad's
study. She closed the door.

'This family is so fucked up!' I thought.

I picked up the phone in the living room.

"It's me, Kyle... from the pool."

"Hi."

"Anyone else on the phone?"

"No."

"'Cause I almost said, 'Hi, Hottie!' when you picked up the phone."

I smiled.

"Wanna go out for hamburger or a soda?" he asked.

I thought about Anna's warning earlier, at the pool, when she said not to
do anything with Kyle or it'd get Ethan even more pissed. "I better not," I
said.

"How come?"

"Not tonight, but maybe sometime, okay?"

"Sure. You have time to talk on the phone? 'Cause I really like your sexy
voice."

The twins and Lizzie were in the living room. I moved down the hall. The
door to Dad's study was still closed.

"I don't have a sexy voice," I protested quietly into the phone. "My voice
is changing."

"And that's sexy," Kyle said.

I started up the stairs with the phone. Margie got pissed if we did that
and forgot to bring the phone back, but if Kyle and I were going to talk
about me being hot and sexy, which I was very interested in doing, then I
was going upstairs to do it.



Kyle talked to me for over an hour, and before we were done, he talked me
into stripping, laying back on my bed, and stroking at the same time he was
doing the same thing at his house. It was my first phone sex. When he came,
I pretended to come, too. But I didn't come. Inspired by what Kyle had
talked me into doing, I had this wild idea to call Jason's house and talk
to Ethan and see if I could get him thinking about me like that.

So I got off the phone with Kyle, which wasn't so difficult since he come
and was all mellow. Ethan had pinned Jason's phone number on our bulletin
board. I called it and lay back on the bed, grabbing my erection and
thinking of Ethan. When Jason's mom answered, I asked for Ethan.

"Yeah?" At the sound of his voice, I squeezed my cock.

"Hi," I said.

Ethan didn't say anything for a moment, then, "Hi."

And then, I didn't know what to say. I held the phone in one hand and my
dick in the other, picturing Ethan's face and just wanting him to talk so I
could listen to him and we could be friends.

"What do you want?" he finally said. He didn't sound angry; I didn't think
he sounded angry.

"I... uh... I miss you, you know?"

Ethan didn't say anything.

"I... um... I just wanna say that I, uh... I won't do anything like that
again. I won't do anything with... well, you know... with either of our
parents or anything like that."

Ethan didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," I told him. "I'm really, really sorry."

"Yeah, that's what Mom said," Ethan said. He sounded bitter. "They came
over to talk to me today. They told you that, right?"

"They said they talked to you."

"Did they tell you I'm still pissed?"

My throat caught, and my eyes suddenly watered. Silly, but I'd never heard
anything happier in my life. He could have said, "Fuck off, I never want to
talk to you again." He could have said, "You're a piece of shit, stay out
of my life." He could have said a lot of things. Instead, he said, "I'm
still pissed," and being pissed the way he said it, is something you can
get over.

I swallowed. "Yeah," I managed to say. "They told me. And I'm still sorry
for everything."

"You didn't seem very sorry at the pool today," Ethan countered. "Is Tom
your new boyfriend?"

"No."

"Have you had sex with him?"

I frowned. The direction Ethan was taking wasn't fair. "Have you been
having sex with Jason?" I asked.

Ethan didn't answer for a moment, and then, as if he didn't want to ask,
but couldn't help himself, "Is he hot?"

"He's got a fat dick. And you know how he looks."

Ethan was quiet a moment. I wondered if he was pissed, or if he was getting
a hard on, or both. I stroked my dick."

"What was the lifeguard talking to you about?" Ethan asked.

"He wanted my phone number," I told him.

"He what?"

"He wanted my phone number. He wants to hang together."

"He wants your butt," Ethan said.

"Yeah, probably."

"Did you give it to him?"

"No."

"Not your butt; I meant our phone number."

"Yeah. I gave it to him."

"I bet he's already called you."

"Yeah, he wanted me to go for a soda with him."

"You said 'no'?"

"Yeah, I said 'no'."

"Why?" he asked, and I knew it was a test.

"Guess," I told him.

"I'm not gonna guess."

"You don't have to."

Neither of us spoke for a moment. Then, "Look," he said, "if I come home,
it's only because Jason's dad is an asshole. I think he's guessed that
Jason and I are gay together, and he doesn't like me. So if I come home,
that's the reason. It doesn't mean I'm not pissed anymore or anything like
that."

"Yeah, okay."

"It doesn't mean I'm like, homesick or anything."

"I know."

Again, we said nothing. Then, "you can have the room if you want," I
said. "I can sleep with the twins or something. I can even move in with
them if you want."

"I haven't said I'm coming back yet."

"I know. I was just saying." My dick had deflated. I let it drop.

"Yeah, well, I better hang up now. Jason's parents don't like their phone
to be tied up."

"Okay."

Another pause. Then, "I'm still pissed," he warned.

"Yeah."

"Later."

"Yeah."

I hung up and lay there feeling confused. I pulled on shorts and took the
phone back downstairs. The door to Dad's study was still closed. Margie was
in the living room watching TV. She had changed to only a short t-shirt and
panties and she was sitting in her chair with one leg up the way a young
girl might sit to watch TV. One of the twins was naked and asleep, lying
back between her legs. The back of his head was between her breasts and the
weight of his head t had forced most of her right breast from under the
short t-shirt. Margie was stroking the top of his head.

Lizze was nestled behind the other twin on the couch. I saw that the other
twin was Jon, and he was asleep as well.

Margie glanced up at me, then at the hallway. "Is Ellie still upstairs?"
she asked.

"Dunno," I said, returning the phone to the cradle. I was still thinking
about Ethan.

"She wasn't with you?" Margie asked.

"I was on the phone," I said.

"Oh," Margie said, her attention returning to the TV show. "When I saw her
take a glass of milk from the kitchen, I thought she was bringing it to
you." Margie's voice trailed off. She glanced up at me. Then back toward
the hall and Dad's office. "Oh," she murmured.

I didn't know what to say.

Margie shrugged resignedly, glanced at the TV, then at Lizzie and Jon. Then
up at me. "Will you help me get the twins to bed?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Margie got Ben into her arms and rose up from her chair. I pulled the
blanket from the couch. When I did, it was to reveal that Lizzie and Jon
were naked. Lizzie had her arm over Jon's side and she had been fondling
his stiffy while he slept.

"Time for bed," Margie told her, barely noticing what Lizzie had been up
to.

"Can I sleep with the twins?" Lizzie asked.

"No," Margie told her. "Let the twins sleep."

Lizzie glanced at me. "Can I sleep with David?"

"Not tonight," Margie said.

"Why?"

"Because I want to talk to him."

"Can I talk to him, too."

"It's not that kind of talking," Margie said as she started out the door
with Ben.

I picked up Jon. He wrapped his legs around my waist and laid his head on
my shoulder. His stiffy poked my bare belly and he gave my belly a rub with
it in his sleep. Lizzie got up and patted my butt in an affectionate,
seven-year-old way. We followed Margie out of the room. I noticed that Mom
glanced at Dad's closed study door. We heard Dad moan as we went past.

Lizzie went to the bathroom. Margie and I laid the twins in bed, and when
we left the room, Margie took me by the hand and led me upstairs to mine
and Ethan's room.

"I really do want to talk to you, David," she said, closing the door behind
us. She stepped toward me and I backed to the wall. After things going so
well with Ethan, I didn't want to screw them up again by fucking with
Margie again. In fact, I had basically promised that I wouldn't.

Margie stroked the hair back off my forehead and smile at me sadly. "I was
unfair to you earlier tonight," she said. "I was very sad about Ethan, and
it was easy to blame you. She stroked my hair again and her eyes teared
up. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. Her
breasts pressed my chest.

I wasn't used to seeing Margie so vulnerable. I responded naturally. I
wrapped my arms around her and stroked the back of her hair. As easily as
that, we were Davey and Fiona again. I felt it in the comfortable press of
our bodies.

"I called Ethan tonight," I told her. "I think he will be coming home
sometime."

She pulled her head back. "Really?"

I nodded. "Jason's dad doesn't like him."

Fiona's eyes flashed. "Jason's dad must be an asshole."

"That's what Ethan said." My brow knit. "I told Ethan I wouldn't have sex
with you or Dad anymore."

Fiona frowned. "Did he ask you not to?"

I shook my head, surprised that she would ask.

Fiona smiled gently and stroked back my hair. "I would be sad if we never
made love again," she said. "My Peter Pan and I." She pressed her pelvis to
mine and my dick instantly grew heavy.

"Ethan has not come home yet," she said, brushing her lips on mine. "Your
sister is with my husband," she whispered. "Let me come to your bed, one
last time."

Her palm pressed my belly. She slid it down into the front of my shorts and
her fingers closed around my stiffening dick. She kissed my lips and my
cheeks. She covered my mouth with hers and her tongue invaded my mouth as
she pulled my dick up and it grew hard in her hand.

It's always hard to keep the brain working properly when your cock is
hard. When you're fourteen, it's virtually impossible. I clasped her bare
ribs in a half-hearted attempt to keep her back. But then, like they had a
mind of their own, my hands slipped up under her short t-shirt and onto her
full breasts. I caressed their fullness and squeezed her firm nipples while
she slid the skin up and down my dick and probed in my mouth with her
tongue.

She let me lift her t-shirt off, but then pressed her body hungrily to
mine. She kissed my cheeks, my face, and my neck.

She slid down the front of my body, pausing to suck on and my nipples to
harden them. She tongued and kissed down my belly, and then tongued my
naval as she pulled the front of my shorts away from my belly and freed my
cock. She closed her mouth over the end of my cock and, as she bobbed, she
pulled my shorts down off my hips and dropped them to my ankles.

Despite the sex we'd had, it was still strange to watch my step-mom suck my
cock so avidly. When it was thoroughly wet, she got up on one foot and a
knee and trapped my dick between her breasts, and pulled on my butt to fuck
between them.

She dropped back to both knees and nuzzled under my balls. She licked them,
then sucked one, then the other. She took my cock even deeper into her
throat than before. She fondled my balls and stroked under them. She looked
up at me, happily. She really did look happy; happy as if she really liked
me and liked doing this with me. Fiona smiled around my cock and took me
all the way in, closing her lips at the base of my shaft. Leaning back
against the wall, I held the sides of her head and closed my eyes.

Her fingertips stroked inside my thighs. Her tongue caressed my shaft and
occasionally swirled my glans. I pumped her head with my hands and she let
me until I wanted to go faster. That's when she pulled off. She stood up
and took hold of my cock, and she pulled me with her as she backed to my
bed. She lay back on it, pulled off her panties and tossed them aside. Then
she opened her arms and legs to me.

I knelt up on the bed and scooted up to her bottom. I splayed my knees to
lower my dick and rub my saliva-covered dickhead between her wet labia. She
moaned and thrust her pelvis, trying to take me in. But I teased her. I
wanted to tease her the way a boy might tease with his mom. I didn't let
her pussy swallow my dick. I slid my glans up one labia and down another. I
pressed the end of my dick onto her clitoris, and then had a huge surprise
when her hard clit slipped into my pee slit. I gasped. So did Fiona. My
loins clenched but I kept her clit inside my urethra until I couldn't take
it anymore. I pulled out and stabbed into her vagina, plunging all the way
in.

She hooked her heels behind my butt and pulled my pelvis hard against
her. She ground her pussy against me and I went over onto my hands over
her. I ground back. I pounded. The bed rocked rhythmically, loudly. Fiona
threw her head back, and her chest rose up off the bed. Her full breasts
jiggled with the impacts of my thrusts. Sitting up on my knees to pump, I
caressed those jiggling mounds. I pinched her nipples and she moaned. She
tightened her insides and squeezed my dick. I grabbed her shoulders and
pounded into her. I pounded until she arched up under me and whimpered
loudly, and then I filled her with my sperm.



We lay face to face afterward. She stroked the side of my face and
smiled. "When Ethan comes back, I don't want to lose you, my Peter Pan,"
she said.

"I don't want to lose Ethan," I told her.

She shook her head. "I don't want you to. And I don't want to lose him
either."

"Do you think you are pregnant yet?"

She sighed. "I'm as anxious as you to know," she said. "It's still a little
early. But... I think I am. I think our baby is already growing inside me."
She took my hand and placed it on her belly. "Our baby," she whispered.

Her eyes filled with tears. "Ethan has to come back. Things have to be back
to normal before I start to show," she said. "If Ethan is still mad at us
when I begin to show..." She shook her head as if I could complete the
thought. I wasn't sure I could.

Her eyes met mine and she laid her hand on the side of my face. "I need to
sleep with Ethan. Do you understand that? Before I show, I want him to put
his sperm inside me, too." She looked away. "I don't know why. It just
seems important." She pressed the side of her face to mine. "As soon as I
know I'm pregnant by your sperm, I will draw Ethan to my bed... my
beautiful son. I will let him be with me the way you have been." She kissed
in front of my ear. "You will both be my lover-sons."

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Three more chapters to go. Let me know if you're hanging in there with me.
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