Chapter 20

This was fucking bad! Very, very bad. I realized that it was bad the moment I woke up in the morning, wondering why I was naked, and the memories flooded back into my mind. I couldn’t believe that I allowed them to see me like that, no matter how exhausted or in how much pain I was. I was supposed to be used to that crap by now. And I thought I was beyond it.

Of course, Claire is my mother, and Ava is my sister. That’s just a biological fact I can’t change, no matter how much I thought about it since Ava’s sixteenth birthday. So What, if I called them ‘Mom’ and ‘Sis’? Those are just words to describe the familial relation we had to each other. It’s not like I dropped the L-bomb, THAT would have been a lie.

The problem was that, after I finally called them ‘Mom’ and ‘Sis’, the L-word was surely the next thing they expected to hear from me. This was a sign that their efforts were appreciated. And now look at what kind of situation we were in, that finally made me appreciate their efforts. Right after they had given me sexual relief.

They would think that the only reason I called them by those titles was because they got me off. Which it wasn’t! But if I went back to calling them by their names now, when we weren’t in bed, this would become the only possible conclusion. If I didn’t go back to using their names, however, they would still remember what it was that got me to this point. Either way, it was the wrong message I sent.

It really wasn’t like that. It wasn’t emptying my balls into Ava’s mouth that caused this change. Though, I wasn’t really prepared to have that discussion with them yet, so what the hell was I supposed to do now!? I had to keep calling them like I did last night. At least, that would give me some time to fix this, and maybe get this crap back on track.

I got up and slid across the mattress to sit on the edge of the bed, gathering my thoughts. Then I found my crutch, put on some shorts, got three hundred dollars in cash out of the safe, and hobbled into the living room where Claire was already busy preparing breakfast.

“Good Morning, Honey!” she smiled at me after I joined her at the stove. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, but then looked at me expectantly.

“Good Morning ... Mom.”

The way her smile turned into a beam of pure happiness told me everything I needed to know. She immediately helped me to the table, made me sit down, and continued her breakfast preparations.

Soon after, Ava sauntered into the room, dressed in nothing but her small black no-show thong and a fitting sports bra. She was incredibly attractive, and the sway of her hips told me that she knew it. She walked up to stand next to me, leaned down with her arms crossed behind her back, and also kissed my cheek.

“Good Morning, little Brother.” she whispered in my ear, giving me a perfect view of her shapely figure. The only reason I didn’t get turned on by it was the inner discussion about last night’s slip-up that still went on in my head.

“Good Morning, Sis.”

Just like Claire, she also developed a magnificent smile upon hearing me say it. She gave me a second kiss, this time on the lips, before sitting down opposing me. When Claire joined us at the table and everyone had a chance to eat something, I started on the day’s plan.

“So, what’s the chances for you and Aaron getting back together?” I asked, causing Claire to blink at me in confusion for a moment. Then she shared a look with Ava, collected herself, and sighed heavily.

“Until Monday, I would have said the chances are slim.” she reached over and took Ava’s hand. “He hurt your sister when he lied to her, and he’s shown little remorse even after we moved out. But now? After hiding from us that you were in the hospital after being shot, I feel ... I feel like I’ll have to make a decision between him and my children. That is not a competition he could hope to win.”

She looked at me with conviction, and I believed her.

“What about Logan?” I asked next, trying to keep my voice free of emotions and judgment, and saw both of them exchange looks. “He’s one of your children as well.”

“He’s a dick.” Ava suddenly huffed.

“Yeah, but to be fair, he’s been a dick for a while. It’s just the first time you were on the receiving end.” I reminded her.

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, since she squeezed her mother’s hand and looked at the table in regret after I said it.

“I’m sorry, Tim.” Ava’s voice was remorseful. “When he totally ignored me, like I wasn’t even worth his time if I wouldn’t let him fuck me however he wanted, I felt so ... unwanted. I cried, like, the whole weekend. I can’t even imagine how I must’ve made you feel over the years.”

I refrained from repeating the comment I made when John told me something similar. It wouldn’t do anyone any good.

“Appreciated, but not what I meant. The question is how Mom’s gonna deal with it.” I looked at Claire, waiting for an answer. I deliberately asked how ‘she’ is going to deal with it, not how ‘we’ are going to.

“I don’t know, Honey.” she sighed. “After we moved out, he came over the next day. He did apologize to your sister, saying that he didn’t mean to hurt her, that he simply didn’t realize what effect that could have on her. Then he offered to make it up to her ... but once he realized that none of us was in the mood to continue, he just left. He drove back to his college dorm. just ... I don’t know.”

I did not like the look she gave me. Like she was asking for my opinion. I wanted to know what they were thinking. Learn about their plans on how to turn this shitshow around, and gauge their resolve to follow through with it. If I were to give them my opinion on Logan, tell them how I wasn’t in the least surprised about him not staying to support and help them through this, they would know what I wanted to hear. The danger of that influencing their decision was too great.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you do.” I clarified, and saw both of them flinch again. “Let me finish. I don’t care, because I wouldn’t be able to condone or condemn either decision you make. Aaron and Logan are both burned for me. I want nothing to do with them anymore. But that’s different for you.”

“How do you mean?” Ava asked carefully.

“I’ve dealt with their shit for years, and I’m no longer willing to tolerate either of them in my life. But that’s just me. For you, it’s new. I couldn’t really blame Mom for wanting to try and work on their marriage. They were happily married for over two decades! And, who knows, maybe what happened on Christmas is my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have demanded they use a condom, and the whole debacle would’ve possibly never happened.”

Yes, it was a test. I just hoped they wouldn’t suspect as much, and sincerely think about their options before making a decision. I didn’t want them to say whatever they thought I wanted to hear, just to then turn around later and do what they actually wanted. So, I gave them an Out. The reasons I just listed were genuine points that would excuse getting back together with Aaron and Logan without having to fear my resentment.

“Can ... Can we think about it, Honey?” Claire asked.

“Sure. You should, to be honest.” I shrugged my shoulders, trying to keep my facial expression neutral so as to not give my true feelings away. “But while you think about it, I need you to drive me to the bank.”

“Why?”

“I need Aaron removed from my bank account.” I answered matter of fact.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Claire just commented with “Oh.”

When we had finished eating, I got up to hobble into my bedroom, I went into my closet, got a change of clothes, and then made my slow way into the bathroom. Though, instead of Claire, like I had expected, Ava showed up to help me.

After I overcame my initial surprise, I allowed her to help me. She must have talked with Claire about this, because she knew exactly what she had to do and how to do it without hurting me, never skipping a beat. When she had started soaping me up with the sponge, though, she broke the silence for the first time.

“I don’t need time to think about it.”

“Huh?”

“Whether I want to get Dad and Logan back. I don’t need time to think about it. I already told you that I’m yours. If anything, I’m even more sure of that than before Christmas.”

“Oh?” I felt my eyebrows rise. “And how did that happen?”

“Yes, little brother, I like to be used.” she said, and started soaping up my dick, which quickly hardened despite having a quite important discussion at the moment. Then she continued in a rather sultry voice. “What you saw Mom do to me last night, when she forced me to take your cock down my throat, completely ignoring my choking and gagging ... it was a lot more than what you did to me. But I love it that way with her.”

“Wouldn’t you be better off with more guys, then? Logan and Aaron could give you that.” I remarked, and she looked a little angry at that.

“No, they couldn’t. I love it when Mom does it to me, but that’s because I know that she’s also looking out for me. She would never allow anyone to really hurt me. And the same goes for you. Dad and Logan want to do it to me, you and Mom want to do it for me. I only managed to see that after I spent time with you. You knew that I’m submissive, and yet you were always holding back to make sure I’m enjoying it first. And I love you for that.”

Was that it? Was that the point where she expected me to say that I love her too?

“Okay. So, what do you want from me, then? Tell me.” By now she had dropped any pretense about cleaning my cock. She was simply jerking me off with a soapy sponge, so I had a little trouble articulating myself.

She got down to her knees and placed her mouth next to my ear.

“It wasn’t just Mom who wanted to be the devoted wife for you, Tim. I want to devote myself to you too. I want you to use me whenever and however you need. If you want me to stay naked in your home, only wearing high heels to be always sexy and accessible for you, I will. Or maybe you’d prefer thigh high stockings? A corset maybe? A permanent buttplug, so you can fuck my tiny little ass anytime, without much preparation? Or put a leash on me, I don’t care. I will do whatever it is you need. If you want me to spend the entire night with your cock in my mouth, and swallow your load every time the stimulation makes it hard, I will do it until my stomach is so full of your cum that I have to puke to make room for more.”

“Where the hell is that coming from!?” By now my eyes were huge. I was shocked. But also extremely turned on.

“I promised to be yours and yours alone. You showed me the difference between being used, and being used for fun. And then I go and give myself to someone else. Look how that turned out for me.” My eyes were closed as the pleasure got to me. “Yes, wouldn’t you like to have your sisterly cumslut as your personal fucktoy, little Brother? Please, please, accept me.”

And with that, she nibbled on my ear and her hand went into overdrive, jerking me off in long and quick strokes.

“I wasn’t planning on kicking you to the streets. But ... How much of a wife do you want to be?” I asked, trying to hold back my moans.

“If this is you asking if you can fuck Kathy, Mindy, and Laureen, I’m perfectly fine with it. But I will probably restrict myself to you. I know you would take good care of me. I think a man like you is rare.” Then she leaned forward again, and whispered in my ear. “My pills are in my bathroom, next to the sink.”

And with that, she leaned down and basically kissed the tip of my dick. Her lips parted just enough to barely encompass its opening, so when I started shooting, it went past her lips and filled her mouth. She moaned until my spasms subsided, then got up and opened her mouth to show me how much was in there. But she didn’t swallow. When she rinsed the soap off my body, she still didn’t swallow. While she dried me off and helped me get dressed, I could see her cheeks still puffed up and her jaw move, like she was savoring the taste. And when she finally walked out of the bathroom, she was still unwilling to free her mouth of its contents to comment on Claire’s curious look.

That was a side of my sister I had never seen or heard of before. But why did she point out where she kept her pills? Did she want me to know that she was still safe, or did she hope for me to reinstate the fantasy I had provided during her last stay in my apartment? She had to know this couldn’t work out, right? And she had to know me well enough by now to realize that I wasn’t looking for their devotion.

I shook my head. No use to speculate. I had stuff to do. When I got back into the living room, Claire was already waiting for me. She must have taken her own shower while Ava helped me.

In the bank, we quickly learned that removing Aaron from my bank account was harder than I thought. While Claire might be the one who opened the account with me, Aaron was still listed as the third co-holder with equal rights as Claire and me. So, as long as Claire couldn’t provide the bank with a court order regarding his loss of custody over me, he would retain that access.

“Fine. I’ll trust you.” I said, as Claire gave me an apologetic look, and turned to the clerk. “Let’s open a new account for me with only my mother as a joint holder, and then transfer the money from my current account into the new one.”

While the clerk got to work, Claire grabbed my hand and even interlaced her fingers with mine. I could see her bottom lip tremble a little as her eyes were getting glassy. I had not expected this to mean so much to her. Not wanting an embarrassing emotional scene in public, I chose to squeeze her hand in an attempt to calm her down, but that only made it worse, as she let out a short uncontrolled chuckle! So, next I tried to distract her.

“Maybe you should open an account for yourself while we’re already here?”

The clerk perked up while Claire blinked at me.

“Why?”

“Well, according to Steve Harvey, every couple should have at least four accounts. A shared household account for the bills, a shared savings account for vacations and unexpected expenses, and two individual accounts for the partners to do as they like, so they won’t have to justify or explain every little personal expenditure.” I explained, and she looked at me in a mixture of amusement and amazement. “I just spent a whole week watching Daytime TV in the hospital, what did you expect!?”

That made her laugh.

“Okay, but what would I put into that account? The joint account with your fa ... with Aaron is basically empty.”

Huh. Did she just consciously avoid calling him my father? That was a nice gesture!

“Ah.” I said, as the Clerk immediately lost interest in our conversation, and pulled out my cash to hand her three-hundred dollars.

“What’s that for!?” she sounded genuinely confused. And more importantly, she didn’t even once glance at the eight-hundred Dollars I was still holding. She was simply wondering why I gave her money.

“Have you forgotten already? Being my nurse? That’s for this week.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course I haven’t forgotten.”

She very obviously forgot about it. Completely. I had wondered if she accepted my offer to pay her so eagerly because she had money trouble, or because it would mean she could definitely stay in my apartment to take care of me. I guess I had my answer right then.

I gave the remaining cash to the clerk to put into my new account, and told him to transfer almost all of my money from my current account into the new one as well. With that, I had $2,600 in the bank, safely out of Aaron’s reach, and once I got back home and could transfer the money from my paypal account, I was definitely able to pay the bills on the first and wait until my salary would come around.

As soon as we were back in the car, Claire reached over and took my hand again.

“Honey, I ... I just want to thank you for giving me a chance. I promise I won’t disappoint you again! I love you very much!” she smiled, and then looked at me with that expectant look I was growing accustomed to.

“Sure.” I responded lightheartedly, emphasized by a nod, and could see from her wavering smile it was not what she had hoped to hear.

What did she expect? I acknowledged her status as my mother and gave her a chance to not immediately screw me over again. She should realize herself that, while this was a long way off from love, it was already a lot better than what she could have expected a month ago.

“Then ... Do you ... need anything else?” she asked, her tone was distinctly less happy.

“Lowes.”

“Lowes? What for?” she asked, but started the car and pulled out of the parking lot without delay.

“They have canes. I want to get rid of the crutch.”

“Doesn’t the crutch work better than a cane?”

“Don’t know about that, but in Dr. House, it looked easier to handle than a crutch. I’ll also look less like I’m a total invalid.”

That got a look from her. First it was disapproving, but quickly turned into pity.

“Honey, no offense, but you’re barely able to wash yourself right now. So...” she let her voice trail off.

“I said ‘less like a total invalid’, didn’t I?” I chuckled, and the topic was done.

While I entered the store, Claire opted to wait outside. I didn’t know why, but I suspected it was because she wanted to avoid the temptation to talk me into a more stylish crutch instead of a cane. I spent a good half hour there, accompanied by a quite eager sales clerk who appreciated my Dr. House reference much more than Claire had. Apparently I wasn’t the first one to ask.

When I came out of the store, Claire hastily ended a phone call.

“There you are. Honey, I’m sorry, but do you have anywhere else to go today?” she quickly asked, a little nervous.

“No, why? You got something planned?”

“No, no. Johnny needs me for something. Could we stop by his place before we go home? Unless you’re tired, of course. I could drop you off before I meet with him.”

I could clearly hear her voice shift halfway through. That offer to drop me off and then visit her brother without me was just an afterthought. She not only wanted me to accompany her for some reason, I was fairly certain that she wouldn’t have a reason to visit John at all if I wasn’t accompanying her. I managed to not let my suspicion show and agreed to go with her.

The reason became pretty clear shortly after we arrived. As soon as we stepped through the door, Claire vanished with John, while Danny offered to keep me company in their living room. Though, I refused to sit next to her on the sofa when she offered me the seat.

The last time I was in this house, we had discussed buying the foreclosure houses at the kitchen table. The last time I was in their living room, however, was Ava’s sixteenth birthday. When I saw Claire fuck her brother on that very sofa Danny was now sitting on, and later saw Maggie suck off her father on that same sofa. Looking for alternatives, images of Logan fucking Danny on the Loveseat popped into my memory. The only piece of furniture that didn’t spark memories of the discovery that started me on this journey, was the armchair, so that is where I sat while ignoring Danny’s curious look.

“So.” she said, and straightened herself out after moving seats to sit a little closer to me. “How are you?”

“Fine. How about you?”

“You sure you’re ‘fine’, Tim? I thought we were past you holding back.” she smiled.

Realizing she ignored my question to keep digging, I understood what she was doing.

“So it wasn’t John who Claire was on the phone with when I came out of the store, it was you.” I observed, and her smile vanished. “How about you get to the point and simply tell me what you need this time, instead of trying to sneakily coax information out of me?”

She shifted uncomfortably, and it wasn’t just because of my cold tone of voice. I instantly knew my assumption was correct. It was remarkable how often that happened whenever I simply assumed they were trying to deceive me in some way. Now I knew they needed something from me. I took a good look at the room and the connected doors, waiting for one of those to open and reveal some sort of surprise.

“I’m sorry. Old habits. I assure you we don’t plan on deceiving you or anything like that. I just thought it would be better to ease into the topic.” She sounded like she actually meant it, and I decided that there was no use in speculating. I would learn the truth one way or the other anyway.

“Alright. Then, why am I here?”

“I hear you called Claire ‘Mom’ again.” she smiled again, waiting for me to say ... something. When that didn’t happen, and I just looked at her waiting to continue, she did. “And yet, you still refuse to respond when they tell you that they love you.”

I looked at her in astonishment for a moment before I found my voice again.

“Refuse? Danny, I’m not punishing them.” I said matter of fact, and could see I had hit the nail on its head by the way she recoiled in surprise.

“You ... you’re not?” she sounded just as astonished as I had felt a few moments ago.

“No. Why would you even think that? Did it never occur to you that I’m not refusing to say it, but simply refuse to lie about it?”

“You mean...” Her eyes grew big. That was obviously not a possibility she had entertained so far.

“Yes. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want to hear from me, but that’s how it is. And it’s been that way for a while.”

“A while...?” She was still shocked. She REALLY never thought it possible.

“I couldn’t tell you the exact time. But, somewhere around Ava’s seventeenth, when I had effectively moved in with Tess and my life was on that short-lived uptake, I ... kinda took stock of myself. And I realized that what I felt for you all was more akin to familial obligation than love. We just ... grew apart, I guess.”

“Tim, that doesn’t happen so fast.” she protested. Either she was drunk, on drugs, or in denial.

“Danny, just because you only learned about what was going on at Thanksgiving, doesn’t mean that it only went on since Thanksgiving.” I said sternly. “At fourteen, I was already reduced to the position of roommate. At fifteen, I had to get a job to support myself. At sixteen, we had reached the point where my birthdays didn’t register anymore and Claire didn’t know how to initiate a conversation with me. And now, at seventeen, I could only think about getting out of that house, while they didn’t even notice me being gone. Stop acting like it happened over night!”

“But ... we’re your family! You don’t just...”

“Yes, you ‘just’. You offer couples’ therapy, right? Tell me, why do long distance relationships fail so much?”

She looked at me for a moment thinking about it, then her expression darkened.

“Because distance breeds loneliness. It’s a gradual decline in intimacy, from the loss of trust to the loss of feeling loved. With the lack of physical and emotional support, it’s only a matter of time before people start looking for that support somewhere else, and their original partner gets slowly removed from their thoughts.” she answered quietly.

“Doesn’t that sound familiar?” I asked, with a single raised eyebrow.

“But that’s romantic love. That’s different.” she tried, and I could hear she wasn’t convinced herself.

“No, it’s not, and you know it. Affection is Affection. It’s the very same neurological process, with the very same chemicals involved. The difference between the love you may feel for a friend and the love you feel for your family, are familiarity and emotional intimacy. You grew up with these people, you know them better than anyone else in the world, and you know they got your back unconditionally. I may have grown up with you people, but my own mother couldn’t tell you what my favorite food is, and I certainly don’t expect any of you to have my back.”

She looked almost panicky when I finished.

“But, you are calling her ‘Mom’ again!”

And now she sounded panicky, as well.

“Yes.”

“If you don’t love her, why would you do that?” Her tone had moved on to urging. Why was she so desperate?

“That’s ... hard to explain.”

“Well, try me!”

I groaned. It actually wasn’t hard to explain, I just really didn’t want to.

“Did they tell you when I first called her that?” I asked, and she nodded. “Did you read the letter she wrote for me?”

“Yes. I read all her letters. The one you got wasn’t her first attempt.”

“Look,” I sighed. “spending New Year’s Eve all alone in a sterile hospital room was a rather sobering experience. So when I read her letter ... I decided to believe her. It didn’t really explain what I wanted to know, but what was in there made sense. So, I was inclined to give her a chance. That was the reason I allowed them to move in and risk letting them help me. And then they actually helped me. Claire actually behaved like I would expect from a mother. She really tries to take care of me.”

“But you still only said it out loud after they both went to bed with you.” she noted. “Why?”

“That’s ... I hadn’t received any love or emotional support from any of you for years. Like in your explanation just now, I had to move on and find it somewhere else. And then they move in and genuinely take care of me. They ... The whole thing last night was ... Being treated so tenderly, with love and care, while their sole concern was to make me feel better ... Of course that affected me.”

“I understand.” she simply nodded.

“And to top it off, I’ve been in constant physical pain since fucking Thanksgiving! In the past eight weeks, I was beaten, stabbed, shot, and had multiple bones broken! Just when my damn broken rib heals, I get a broken collarbone instead. I have a hole in my leg that hurts like hell, my chest hurts because I keep cramping whenever I unconsciously move my damn shoulder, and my back hurts from leaning on the fucking crutch the whole day.” I was now wildly gesturing around with my healthy hand while my voice heated up. “And then they do that to me, and all the pain is gone! Completely! My muscles relaxed, my back relaxed, nothing strained my wounds ... it was heaven!”

I had to calm down and collect my thoughts before I could continue.

“But the real deal wasn’t what they did, but what they didn’t do. I had my first P.T. session yesterday, and I was a mess afterwards. When they got me into bed, they had me at my absolutely fucking weakest and lowest. They could’ve used my condition to secure a roof over their heads, by telling me how I could have them every day if I let them stay. They could’ve used it to find out if I really burned all that stolen cash, by asking for the combination to my safe. Or they could’ve used it to get back at Aaron, by stopping what they were doing and refusing to continue until I called him. But they didn’t do anything like that. They really only cared about making me feel better because I was in pain. That’s what I want from my family. So, I acknowledged that they are my mother and sister. But I don’t fall in love from a blowjob.”

“So, when you told Claire in the bank that you trust her...” her voice trailed off, and her hand moved in a circular motion, encouraging me to complete her sentence.

“ ... I meant that, after I had risked letting them move in and they didn’t give me any reason to regret that decision yet, I’m now willing to risk trusting her with my bank account. As little as there is in it.” I said, not pointing out how this wasn’t really a new risk I was taking, since she had access to my old account as well. If I wasn’t so embarrassed about how much I already owed Bill, I’d have asked him instead of Claire.

“Little?” she perked up. “Didn’t you find the documents for the college fund attached to Claire’s letter?”

“I did. What of it? It’s nice to know that they don’t have to use my money again in half a year, but it’s not like Logan’s college will give me my money back so he can pay out of the fund instead.” I commented nonplussed.

“No, but...” Now she seemed just as confused as I was. “You can take your money back from the fund.”

I blinked at her. That was news to me.

“Danny, do you happen to have a copy of that document lying around? Because, as far as I remember, the beneficiaries of that fund were explicitly listed. My name wasn’t in that very short list.”

“WHAT!?” I suddenly heard John’s distant voice through the kitchen passthrough, and my and Danny’s heads snapped towards it.

Next, Danny’s head snapped back to me, regarding me with a nervous and embarrassed look while I glared daggers at her. So that was the reason for her panicky behavior and why she tried so urgently to get favorable statements about Claire out of me. She had her and John listening in on us.

“Not trying to deceive me, huh? Just making it seem like we’re having a private conversation, so I say shit you knew I wouldn’t say with her next to me. How about, next time, you try to parent-trap us to ‘sort out our differences’?” I said in a mocking voice.

That got to her. And, yes, I enjoyed it.

Suddenly the kitchen door opened when Claire and John stepped into the living room. Both of them looked just as embarrassed as Danny did, as they sat next to her on the sofa, though Claire looked as distraught as the day she left after handing me her letter.

“I’m sorry, Honey. I ju...”

“I don’t care.” I interrupted. “I really don’t. You needed answers and wanted a ‘Professional’ to lead the conversation.”

Danny saw me make air quotes around the word ‘Professional’, but refrained from voicing her disagreement. John did it for her.

“Tim, I know this looks bad, but we all really only had the best intentions!”

“You be quiet, please. You’re the reason we are in this situation in the first place.” I countered, and he recoiled in surprise like his wife did a few minutes earlier. “After you visited me on Christmas and told me what happened here, what did you tell Mom about my demands?”

He collected himself before he spoke.

“I told them that you were willing to try again, as long as she worked with Danny to make sure we all knew how we got to this point, and can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Uh-huh. What I actually told him,...” I explained, turning towards Claire and Danny. “ ... was that it pissed me off how Mom showed up at a worksite and put my job at risk by demanding yet another thing I do for her, while she was still unable to give me any reason for why I should even try. So, the next time she wanted to talk with me, I wanted to hear EXACTLY what happened for her to simply forget about having a third child.”

“Oh boy.” Danny sighed while Claire slumped in her seat. Only John looked from face to face, looking for an explanation.

“I wasn’t willing to try again, John. I wanted her to work with Danny, so she would realize why I had no reason to give her another chance.” I let that stand for a moment, to make sure it had the intended effect before I continued. “Of course, that’s obsolete now. If you hadn’t misunderstood, she wouldn’t have written that letter. Without the letter, I wouldn’t have allowed her into my apartment, and she would still be just Claire to me. So, there was progress.”

“So ... is there hope?” Claire was silently crying again, and yes, it got to me. But I had to be clear here.

“Look, Mom. You all don’t get to treat me like dead weight for half a decade, and then fix everything by acting like decent human beings for a week. I don’t know what it is you’re hoping to achieve here, but this is not going to go the way you apparently think it will. Let me be perfectly clear. I don’t need any of you. I might need help right now, but I don’t need your help. Since I saved their daughter’s life, the Millers have offered to hire a housekeeper for me, to take care of all the cooking and cleaning. And you saw that I can very well take care of bathroom duty myself. It might not be pleasant, but it’s possible.”

“I understand.” Claire sniffled, but I was relentless. She needed to know where she stood.

“I might acknowledge that you are my mother, but it’s gonna take a long time before I’ll see you as my mother. That is also the reason why I insisted on paying you as much as I can. It makes it easier for me to accept your help. It also gives you some form of limited independence from Aaron, so you can make up your mind about your marriage without having to worry about immediate money issues.”

“Wait. Make up her mind about Aaron!?” John asked, irritated. He was obviously not in favor of the two of them getting back together.

“I asked her this morning about the chances of the two of them reconciling, and she wasn’t certain. She needs time to think about it, and I understand that. I also told her that Aaron and Logan are dead to me, and that I want nothing to do with them ever again. But I do understand that Mom spent half her life happily married to the guy, and that Logan is her son, so I could never blame her for wanting to work on those relationships. There’s a real possibility that your whole family would still be happy if I hadn’t rattled the cage with Ava.”

“You rattled the cage!? Is that how you see it?” Danny asked in a concerned voice.

“Danny, you all were happy as long as I wasn’t around! No matter what you’re telling me now, you were! Up until her parents pressured her into fixing our relationship, and I made Ava demand the use of condoms, none of you ever saw an issue with anything that happened here. That’s not an accusation, that’s just me stating a fact. Mom needs to make up her mind. If she chooses to go back to her happy family life, with her parents, her husband, and two of her children, we can all go our separate ways and chase our own happiness.”

“But I don’t want to abandon you again!” Claire protested in tears.

“BUT!” I raised my hand to signal her to wait until I finished. “If you choose to try and possibly fix our relationship, that will cost you your husband, your first born son, and possibly your parents. You can not work on our relationship without acknowledging what they did and act accordingly.”

“Tim!” Danny called out in shock, and I looked at her annoyed.

“What, you don’t agree? Let’s look at this logically. Remember what I told you all the day after Ava’s birthday. ‘A change like that doesn’t just fall out of the fucking sky’. It took them watching me getting stabbed in an attempt to protect you, for you to finally think that I may be worth their attention. Don’t even try to deny it, Danielle!” I quickly said, seeing her opening her mouth. “You made an effort long before that, I’m not claiming you didn’t. But you know damn well that it was THAT day things started to change for them.”

“Fine. I admit you are right.” she begrudgingly mumbled.

“Thank you. Now, it was Ava who made me the laughing stock at school, but after she witnessed me getting stabbed, she’s already started to stand up to her friends, defending me and working to correct the damage she caused. But what did Logan do? When I was then trying to protect all of us from his bookie, he stole the evidence I gathered and screwed it up because he couldn’t stand seeing you care for me. Your reaction to his behavior was to reward him for it with a foursome. And where is he now? He left you as soon as he realized that he wouldn’t get any more pussy from you. His school doesn’t start for another week or so, he has no goddamn reason to move back into his dorm and leave Mom with this shit alone!”

Claire looked at me in shock, but I could see the wheels turning in her head as she went over what happened during the past seven weeks. This is exactly what I didn’t want to do. I wanted Claire to make up her own damn mind, without me having to point all this shit out to her! At this point, Danielle just pissed me off for forcing this situation. But now I had to continue to make them stop pulling shit like this.

“And where’s Aaron?” I pressed on. “He saw everything you saw, he heard everything you heard, but did he ever do anything to fix our relationship? No, instead he now blames me for taking his daughter away from him. Think about it. He resents me so much for making his daughter demand the use of condoms, he wouldn’t even tell you that I was shot and in the ICU! Why wouldn’t he want anyone to know that I was in the hospital? What would’ve happened after you heard about my hospitalization, that he could possibly have a problem with?”

I sat there looking at them, but especially at Claire, who was now visibly pale.

“I ... would’ve run to the hospital ... and Ava would’ve as well.” she whispered, barely loud enough for any of us to hear. I nodded.

“He would’ve rather let me die alone, than risk you running to me.” I confirmed in a grave voice. “Now comes the hard part. If, after everything that happened to me, and after everything I did for you all, he’s still so against me being part of this family, what do you think you’d have to do if you wanted him back?”

It wasn’t just Claire’s, but all three pairs of eyes locked on to me, that grew wide as they realized what all that meant. So, I pressed on.

“Same thing for Logan. He claimed things would change when you all sat right next to him, but what did he then actually do? Now that he left to get his rocks off elsewhere despite knowing full well how much you could need his support at the moment, what would you need to do if you wanted him to stay?”

Now their expressions soured. But they knew I was right. Logan had absolutely no reason to not be with his family at that moment. And there was certainly nothing important enough to simply abandon his distraught mother, or to not check on his recently shot little brother, if he actually cared for either of us.

“Getting either of them back into your life, and being part of my life, are mutually exclusive concepts.” I continued. “They don’t want to share you or Ava, and they don’t want me back in their lives. So, you have to make a decision for yourself.”

All of them sat there shell shocked. They never thought we had reached that point, but that was their own fault. I didn’t raise Logan to be a pampered child who never had to fear the consequences of his actions, they did. I also didn’t marry a man who would cast out one of his children simply to maintain the female-to-male ratio in his secret incest orgies.

But Claire knew exactly where we stood now. She had the happy life with two of her kids, a husband, and her parents on one side, and the long hard road to redemption without her husband or parents on the other. Either way, in the end she would most likely lose either Logan or me. I had given her every incentive I could think of to take the easy road.

Well, I could think of one more incentive, actually. After what I heard Claire and Ava talk about when I found them on the couch in my living room, and after what I read in her letter, I knew she was concerned about my love life. She felt responsible for me being unable to move on from Tess, because none of them was there to help me properly grief. I would have to show her that this wasn’t the case. Only then could she truly decide what she wanted for herself, without being influenced by fearing the consequences of leaving me behind.

“And what about your sister?” Danny asked. “She is planning to completely devote herself to you, you know?”

“Yes, she told me something along those lines. She’s in for a surprise of her own. This morning, in the bathroom, she showed me a side of herself I never knew existed. I have to admit, if that’s how she normally acted at home, I can somehow understand how Aaron and Logan were tempted to let it escalate. She knows exactly how to press someone’s buttons. But then again, maybe she wouldn’t be that way if Aaron and Logan hadn’t escalated it.” I shook my head. “Anyway, she seems to think we’re gonna pick up right where we left off before Christmas, and I’d take care of her sexdrive. That’s not gonna happen.”

I heard John clear his throat. Whether it was about my declaration of not fucking Ava, or because he also felt the temptation to use Ava beyond her safe boundaries, I couldn’t tell.

“Uh ... Why not? You don’t ... want to?” he carefully asked.

“Dude, look at me. Did you listen when I talked about being in constant pain? It’s gonna be another four whooping weeks before it’s safe to take that sling off. And even if my healing comes along so smoothly that they can stop packing my leg in a week or two, it’s gonna be a while longer before I can walk or even stand without a cane. How many positions do you know that have no risk of a body part slamming against your thigh, chest, or shoulder?”

“Oh.” he commented. “Wow, that sucks.”

“Yeah. That’s what sucks about all of this.” I commented with very audible sarcasm, seeing Danny throw her husband a withering look as I got out of the armchair. “I think we covered everything. Take your time to talk it through. I’m gonna call an Uber to get home.”

And with that, I left them behind in their stunned silence and pulled out my phone to order a ride home. Halfway there, I decided to check in with Mia. It had been almost two weeks since she proposed our ‘Let’s see where it takes us’ relationship, and I thought that was enough time for her to make sure she actually wanted it.

“Hey.” I greeted her after she picked up the call.

“Tim? Everything alright?”

“Yes, why?”

“You said you’d call if you needed anything. I was a little worried that I hadn’t heard anything from you for so long. And a little insulted.” she chuckled. It made me smile.

“Sorry about that. Ava and my mother moved themselves into my apartment to look after me. So, I was alright. Don’t know how long they’ll stay, though.”

“Oh? That’s ... nice of them.” I could hear a slight tone of irritation in her voice.

“So ... I’m calling because ... how are you?”

Why was this so hard!? Oh, right, because I never asked a girl out before! Mia seemed to pick up on my blundering attempt. There was a moment of silence on the other end.

“What?”

“I kinda wanted to hear how you are.”

“Really?” Now she sounded amused. “Interesting.”

“Why is it interesting?”

“Well, it kinda sounds like you’re missing me.” She spoke like she was sharing a secret.

“Mhm. What if I am?”

“I’ll be over in an hour!” she said excitedly, and the line abruptly went dead before I had the chance to say anything.

About fifteen minutes later I got an unexpected text from Nora.

“Just be honest with her. No matter what she asks”

I furrowed my brows for a moment, but quickly made up my mind. If she wanted to go into details, she would have done so with her first message.

“Okay. No matter what, I’ll be honest. Has she eaten already?”

“No. Though I’m sure that topic will come up anyway, Lover.” Followed by a devils emoji.

And my brows furrowed again. But, again, I decided to simply see what would happen.

Back in my apartment, I found Ava sitting on the couch.

“So...” I started, a little awkwardly. “I kinda have someone come over. Wanna make some snacks together?”

That made her perk up in obvious interest.

“Who’s coming over?” she asked as she got off the couch.

“Mia.” I avoided looking at her, and could feel my neck get warm.

“Oh. That makes sense.” She said it so matter of fact, like it was the obvious conclusion, that it gave me pause.

“It does?”

“Of course. You saved her life! I would be surprised if she wouldn’t want to ... thank you.” she grinned, as we got to work.

I decided on making some Bruschetta and had Ava start on removing the seeds and watery insides from the tomatoes, while I gathered the spices and herbs.

“So, where’s Mom?” she asked casually.

“Still with John and Danny at their house. I’m not sure when she’ll be back.”

“Did something happen?” she asked, obviously concerned, and her hands stopped moving.

“Not exactly. We had to clear the air, and now she has to make a decision. You do too, for that matter.”

“I do?” Now she sounded even more concerned.

“When you said that you wanted to devote yourself to me ... I admit, it was hot as fuck.” She showed me a mischievous grin upon hearing that. “But you need to understand that I won’t be able to do much for the next four weeks. That’s when I’ll probably be able to move my arm again without cramping up in pain.”

“Oh!” her eyes got big.

“The leg could take even longer. And...” I sighed. “If Mia and I ... Right now, we only want to see where it takes us. We won’t be a couple or even exclusive. But if we find ourselves heading for exclusivity, I will honor that.”

She thought about it for a moment, and then surprised me tremendously.

“Tim, I don’t need you to fuck me to get off. There is a lot more we could do that I would enjoy. I meant it when I said that I’m submissive. If you wanted to edge me for the next four weeks while making me suck you off five times a day, it would only make me hornier. And about you honoring a commitment you make...” she paused to make sure she had my full attention before she continued. “ ... that is exactly the reason why I chose you over Dad and Logan. My decision stands. I’m actually very happy that you think about dating someone again.”

I blinked at her as she gave me a genuine smile. I had SO not expected that. But it made me immediately look at her differently. I nodded and we continued on our task. About ten minutes before Mia’s arrival, Ava made herself scarce, though she wouldn’t leave without wishing me good luck.

About half a minute after she had closed the door to her bedroom, I could faintly hear her talking on the phone. I knew, now I had really given Claire every incentive I could think of.

Only a few minutes after Ava had withdrawn into her room, I heard the bell on the gate ring and saw Mia’s car on the monitor. I let her into the apartment and she wasted no time. I immediately had her lips pressed onto mine, and found myself enjoying this more than I would have expected.

“Just in case it wasn’t clear, I missed you too.” she smiled after breaking our kiss. “And no, I did not change my mind over the last two weeks.”

I leaned in and gave her another kiss. I just couldn’t help it, but the contented sigh she produced as a result of my action made it even better.

“Have you eaten yet?” I asked, and she shook her head. “Nice.”

I led her into the kitchen where she placed the mouth-sized pieces of roasted bread on a plate, and then we moved into my bedroom where we lay on the bed facing the TV to watch some shows on Netflix.

“These are fucking awesome!” she proclaimed after tasting her first bite of Bruschetta.

“I thought, if you were hungry, we could order a pizza or something. That would go well with it.”

“You know, in the hospital, I said I wasn’t planning our wedding. But maybe I should rethink that.” she laughed.

“Wow. Talk about being easy.” I laughed, to which she slapped me on my healthy leg.

“Now that I think about it, I AM lying on the bed of the guy I have the hots for, even though he still has pictures of his ex-girlfriend on the wall.” she said in a taunting voice, but quickly noticed the change in my expression and got a little insecure about it. “What?”

“About Tess ... she ... didn’t really move away.” I said, and she immediately increased the distance between us before looking at me with accusation in her eyes.

“Are you telling me she’s still around, or that she’s still... around-around? Like, as your girlfriend, around.”

“No!” I quickly tried to clarify. “Nothing like that. I wouldn’t do that! The truth is, she ... didn’t just move away. We also never broke up. She died in September. That’s why I have ... trouble taking her pictures down.”

I held my breath, waiting for her to say something. I was fully aware that probably no girl likes to hear that the guy she was making a move on was still hung up on another girl. Dead or alive.

“Oh. Oh, shit!” she breathed out as she fully realized what I just told her. “That ... I’m so sorry.”

I nodded, still unsure what to reply whenever I received condolences over Tess.

“Look, the thing is ... since she died, I ... didn’t really think about getting into another relationship. But, that thing you offered, about us seeing where it leads us. I would ... like that.”

Her eyes grew big when I finished speaking, and a brilliant smile spread on her face.

“Say, Tim, is there any way for me to cuddle up to you without you screaming in pain?” she asked, still grinning.

“Uh ... yeah, sure. The leg is actually fine, most of the time. Weirdly enough, pressure doesn’t really hurt that much, as long as I don’t use the muscles in the thigh. It’s the collarbone that’s really annoying me, actually.”

She immediately crawled over to my left side, pushed herself under my arm to wrap it around herself, and then carefully pushed her leg onto mine, attentively watching me for any sign of displeasure that I was sure as hell not going to give her. When she had reached a position she liked, with her basically lying on my left side, she kissed me again.

“Well ... I don’t think I ever got a compliment like that. So, I’m the gal that might be able to cure grief. God, I’m awesome!” she said in obviously overplayed smug self-satisfaction that made me laugh.

“Possibly, yes.” I said, and kissed her again.

We spent the following hour watching our shows, before I noticed how high her thigh had ridden on my leg. She was now lightly rubbing it against my groin, and I felt my dick harden. I think she felt it too, because she immediately looked at me with a sultry grin, and we engaged in a passionate kiss as the pressure of her leg on my engorged member increased.

“You know,” she said through her ragged breath. “I still owe you from the Dare, don’t I?”

“Are you sure?”

“Damn, yes, I’m sure! I want you, Tim! But...” she glanced at my sling. “How?”

“Can you promise you won’t lean on my chest?” Her eyes showed doubt, which meant that, with my leg exploding in pain every time I tried to use the muscles in my thigh, basically all the positions for penetrative sex I knew were out of the question. “Alright. How about we repeat the dare with a little alteration?”

She liked that idea. Her clothes were gone faster than I could blink, and I marveled in her beauty.

“Damn! You really are beautiful, Mia.”

There it was again. That marvelous smile before she started pulling on my sweatpants and my dick sprang right at her face.

“Damn! So are you, Stud. And not as small as I was made to believe!” she exclaimed happily.

“Now, how about you swing your leg over me, so I can get to work, hmm?”

I did not have to tell her twice! We actually found a position that worked with my injuries. I was lying on my back, with my head propped up on a pillow. When she threw her leg over my torso, she automatically presented me with a perfect view of her already glistening pussylips before she slowly slid backwards. With her body scooted back until her knees were next to my shoulders, all she had to do was lean back a little and she would be smothering me with her folds. I felt my dick jump a little before she grabbed it as she giggled.

“Let’s see who is better, shall we, Stud?”

And with that, she lowered her head onto my cock while simultaneously leaning her ass back. I absolutely feasted on her. First I tried dragging my tongue over her labia, and already heard her moan. Then I started nibbling and licking her inner lips, and that seemed to do the trick. She was so occupied with moaning, she had trouble keeping my dick in her mouth.

I remembered my discovery from the day we got together in her home, and slowly dragged my hand up her thigh, squeezed her asscheek on the way, and finally slid it underneath her. I let my nails slowly drag over her pelvis as I started nibbling on her clit, and that provoked an unbelievably cute squeaking noise out of her. Finally, I let my hand slide down her pelvis until my fingertips were close to my mouth, removed my lips from her clit, and massaged it with my fingers instead. The way she wiggled her butt in my face told me that she enjoyed a little teasing. But I wasn’t planning on teasing her for too long.

I removed my hand from her clit, slid it over her ass to reach for her dripping opening, and pushed two fingers inside it. She moaned loudly before her mouth threatened to rip the skin off my dick. I turned my hand so my palm would point down. Then I shoved my two fingers as deep into her as possible, and she let out a lustful scream around my cock. That morphed into a symphony of moaning when I moved my fingers in a scissor motion inside her while kissing her inner thighs.

I had one big advantage over her. Whenever the excitement got to me and I was dangerously close to cumming, I could just flex my shoulder. The pain that shot through me was just enough to basically reset my lust. I could go on like this for hours! She, on the other hand, couldn’t, as she quickly announced.

“Oh GAAAWD, YES! KEEP THAT UP! Fuck me with your fingers, you STUD! Yes, YES, YESYESYESYEEEEESSSSSS!”

And she flooded my face and chest in her juices. But I didn’t stop. As soon as she erupted in that orgasm, I pulled my fingers back a little, found that bean shaped bump again, and massaged it as strongly as I could.

“OH! OOOOOOH GAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAWD I’M STILL COOOOMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!!”

Her entire body was convulsing so strongly that I had trouble keeping my fingers on that spot. I kept tormenting her for another minute before easing up and letting her calm down a little. But this wouldn’t be half as fun if I stopped now.

When she had calmed down enough to register my hard swollen pole in front of her face again and resumed her sucking, I went back in as well. This time, however, I also closed my lips around her clit and sucked on that just as hard as she was sucking on me.

She continuously moaned around my cock, never losing her eagerness, until she erupted in yet another screaming orgasm with a sound so high pitched, I was sure my windows would burst.

“OH MygoooOOOODDDD YEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

Then she simply collapsed forward, her arms listless at her sides, my cock still in her mouth. Then her lower body collapsed and now literally smothered me with her drenched pussy folds. Luckily for me, her 110 pound frame didn’t put too much pressure on my chest, and I could easily push her down a little.

I let her lie on top of me for about three minutes, all the while gently kissing and nibbling on her inner lips and savoring her taste, until she stirred again. To my surprise, she got off me to lie down in between my legs, and started vigorously jerking me off.

“I want you to come all over me! Go on, Stud! Cover me in your cum! Do it! I want it! Now!”

And as if my body was just waiting for her command, I literally exploded! I wasn’t sure if it was because I stopped my orgasm multiple times before and it somehow accumulated, but I don’t think I ever shot that much cum. A seemingly never ending stream, one massive jet after the other painting her face and tits. The problem was, she didn’t stop jerking me off! She never even slowed down! Instead, after I had stopped shooting my cum and it started only running out of me, she used it as additional lubrication and concentrated her efforts on my crown, massaging it in rapid circular movements with one hand while the other furiously jerked up and down my shaft, accentuated by loud wet sounds.

“You like that, Stud? I won’t let this end for you as easily after you forced me through three massive orgasms! Feel that!”

She knew exactly what she was doing. My tip had grown so extremely sensitive that it almost hurt, but at the same time, it simply felt heavenly. It was like one massively drawn out orgasm that simply wouldn’t stop as long as she didn’t stop the intense stimulation. Sadly, after merely ten seconds the feeling got so intense that I could no longer lie still, and she had to stop as to not let me strain my wounds.

I lay on my bed, panting, sweating, and unable to form words. Instead, I just grabbed her by the throat, pulled her face to mine, and kissed her. Not giving the slightest of shits about her face being literally covered in my cum. She eagerly returned my kiss by pushing her tongue into my mouth, and we enjoyed our mutual post orgasmic closeness.

Another minute later, we both just dropped to the mattress and refused to move.

“That. Was. FUCKING AWESOME!” she suddenly shouted, and I laughed. “GOD! To think I made fun of you in the past! What a fucking idiot I was!”

I couldn’t help it, I felt good about what she just said.

“No hard feelings. You, my dear not-yet-girlfriend, have quite a few tricks up your sleeve as well. I knew girls can be multiorgasmic, but I never heard about extending a man’s orgasm!”

“Well...” she seemed a little shy all of a sudden. “That’s not ... exactly ... what that was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was planning on a little payback, actually. I never came so hard in my life, Tim. And you didn’t stop. You just kept me going the whole time. Normally, when you do that to a man, it gets more and more intense, until they can’t bear it anymore. Just like for me. But I decided to have mercy on you. I didn’t want to really hurt you.”

“Really?” I asked in wonder.

“Yeah. It’s called ‘post orgasm torture’. Look it up.” she smiled happily. A sight that should NOT accompany the word ‘torture’. “So ... where’s Ava and your Mom?”

“Uh ... I think Ava is in her room, and the mother is visiting her brother. No idea when she’ll be back.”

“Thank god! Then only Ava heard us.” she giggled, but then turned serious disturbingly quickly. “Alright! Truth or Dare?”

“What?” I laughed at her sudden change of topic.

“You said we’d continue the Dare ... with slight alterations. We finished the Dare. Now we continue the game. So, choose. Truth or Dare.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ve got another Dare in me for a few minutes, so Truth.”

“Did you have sex with my mother?”

Her face was perfectly neutral. There was absolutely no emotion to be found anywhere. After I quickly suppressed the early onset of a minor panic attack, and my brain started working again, I remembered Nora’s textmessage.

“Yes.” I reluctantly said. To my great surprise, Mia simply stared at me expectantly. “Uh ... Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” she grinned. I calmed down significantly.

“How’d you know?”

“Mom and I talk about everything. And I mean everything!”

“Oh shit!”

“No, that would’ve become relevant if you’d tried lying to me.” she laughed.

“How long have you known!?”

“She told me last Monday, after we got you home.” She shrugged her shoulders, like it was no big deal. “After she heard our discussion in the hospital, she understood that I was serious about you. So, she wanted me to know beforehand, instead of it coming out accidentally when we are an official couple and the reveal screws things up. And before you ask, no, she didn’t even offer me one of your special glaze pastries. They kept them all to themselves. She just wanted to see your ... reaction.”

“Well ... okay. So it’s safe to assume you’re not going to kill me for it?” I asked very carefully.

“No. I can understand why you’re reluctant to get into a relationship again. And, while I will stake my claim on you, as long as we’re not official or exclusive, I won’t make a drama of it. And, anyway, if Dad can have a lover, Mom deserves a good one too!”

I could just blink at her after that. It seemed to amuse her. Finally, we decided to order pizza, not forgetting about Ava, then went back into my bedroom where she cuddled up to me under the covers. There was no more discussion. We simply enjoyed each other’s company while watching our show until we fell asleep.

At that moment, I was pretty sure I could be happy with this girl.

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