Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 6
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: Working with the family is not easy for JD
Keywords: MF, Fsolo, cons, rom, interr (HF/WM)

   Chapter 6: Stormy Seas

   "Why am I here, Marcus?" JD walked into Marcus' office without waiting
for invitation.  His brother was on the phone and scowled at him.  JD
frowned and leaned over the desk - pointedly impatient for the man to
finish the call.  When he finally hung up, JD repeated his question, "Why
am I here, Marcus?"

   "You the one stormin' in, what's on yo' mind?"

   "Charles is a fine lawyer."

   "I'm glad you think so.  I'm right proud uh yo' son mahsef." Marcus put
his feet up on the desk.  "Something wrong with that?"

   "I wouldn't think so.  Which brings me back ta mah original question
which is why am I here?"

   "It's a family business; you part uh the family."

   "You don't need me here.  Charles can handle all the day-ta-day
operations."

   "Now, Julius, don't start..."

   "I'm serious, Marcus, I don't need ta be wastin' my time playin' law
clerk to a boy I done apprenticed in the first place."

   "Oh, so that's it." Charles voice cut in from behind him, "Look, Dad,
just go home.  You don't need ta be here, no way.  Retire.  Take Miss
Sullivan out or somethin', hell I don't care - just go."

   "And at what point did ya think you got ta decide who work here an' who
don't" Marcus growled.

   "He in my department?" Charles practically snarled back, "You want him,
let him work fo' you.  Just keep him outta my way."

   "You right smug now, boy." JD crossed his arms to keep from throwing a
punch at one of them, "Good luck with the committee hearing this
afternoon."

   "I can handle it, damn it!"

   Marcus snorted, "Sure you right."

   Charles pinched his temples, "Look, Marcus, I don't need a babysitter.
And I got news fo' you - he doesn't like most of yo' ideas any more-n I
do."

   Marcus shrugged "Junior ain't never has."

   "God damn it ta hell," JD snapped, "will you stop callin' me that!"

   "Soon as you stop being junior on board." Marcus gave JD a malicious
smile, "First born got privileges."

   JD narrowed his eyes, "Second born, Marcus.  Just `cause Augustus ain't
with us don't mean you move up in rank."

   Marcus was on his feet and JD was reminded of just how much bigger than
he his brother was.  When they were in high school, Marcus was on several
athletic teams and the strength of it never left him.  They only fought
physically once - that had been over their late eldest brother as well. 
Neither of them had left the house for more than a month afterwards - their
father had grounded Marcus until JD's ribs had completely healed.

   "Ya'll want me ta call Grandmamma up here ta send ya'll to yor rooms?"
George had slipped in unnoticed and sounded surprisingly calm, "Or should I
just call the nurse ta bandage you after you done beat each other to a
pulp."

   "Only one of us gonna get beat to uh pulp, here." Marcus drawled and JD
had no doubt that Marcus could still drop him with one shot.

   "George," JD did not take his eyes off his brother's face, "I don't
suppose Marcus plan ta buy me out any time soon?" JD had a larger financial
stake in the family firm because he personally funded an expansion of
operations.  He took pains to never let Marcus forget it.

   "I wouldn't think so."

   "How much a hit you fixin' ta take, Marcus?" JD saw both anger and
resignation in his brother's eyes.  "You know I ain't never been one fo'
fightin' an' carryin' on."

   Marcus flexed his shoulders and exhaled sharply.  "You a snake, Julius."

   "Had ta learn some way ta beat you.  An' I got right good at it."

   "I don't care what you do with yo' time.  Stay outta my office."

   "Then why in Hell you done spent twenny year, tellin' me `come home',
`work fo' me', `we need you.' if-n you ain't even know what the Hell you
need me fo?"

   "I don't need you anywhar." Marcus growled, "Daddy wanted you here."

   "Daddy ain't been here fo' a long time now."

   "Yeah, an' Momma was right proud that you was at his side when he left."

   It was the closest JD had been to taking a swing a Marcus in decades. 
They had known their father's health was failing but JD had spent one more
day in Washington and had gotten home too late by just hours to say
goodbye. It was an ache he could never ease and it floored him that Marcus
would bring it up now.

   The look on Marcus' face changed and he flexed his shoulders again.  He
cleared his throat and muttered something that sounded vaguely apologetic.
"E'body know you wanted ta be here, Junior.  You an' Charles jus' need ta
do whatevah ya'll do t'gether."

   "That don't make no sense, damn it." JD gestured to Charles, "Yeah, the
boy's weak on the legislature, but he'll pick it up.  I'm in his way just
as much as he's in mine." He looked at his son, "Oh, an' contradict me in
public again, an' we gonna have more than words, boy." He turned back to
his brother.  "You just want me here `cause, hell, I don't know why you
want me here but we gonna have a whole lot more fights like this the longer
I'm here."

   "Ain't my fault you an' yorn can't work together.  George an' me do just
fine."

   "Yeah," George laughed outright, "'Cause you in here an' I'm down in
accounting.  If-n we was both in the same department," he shook head,
"we'da had us uh fist fight long ago."

   "Hell," Charles added, "you-n-me come close from time to time."

   "Now I see where we got it." George sighed deeply, "I just wish to hell
you two'd stop actin' like you still in high school."

   "Ain't me who can't grow up none." JD shrugged, "I stopped resentin'
Marcus a long time ago."

   "Piss off!" Marcus spat.  He sat down again and put his feet back on the
desk, "You come in here for a reason, George or is this just my day?"

   "I came in to drop off this month's numbers and ta see if you wanted to
blow off the rest of the day an' go fishin' but I'd just as soon not if you
in one uh yo' moods."

   The four men looked at each other.  JD looked at his watch; the
committee meeting was not for another four hours.  He should really drive
to Richmond and be there in person but he could attend by teleconference.
He also knew that he and Marcus would be bickering all day trying to one-up
each other in petty competitions.  "Damn it." He sighed deeply, "I'll go to
Richmond.  Charles, you fish.  Marcus," he paused and started again, "We
gonna have ta work this one out, Marcus." He nodded to George and left the
office.

   Driving to Richmond, he could not help but think, "I really would rather
be fishin'." He had never had an easy relationship with his brother but
there had been good times.  They used to sit on the dock and just fish. 
Momma had had a pathological fear of JD going out on the boats until he was
taller than the railing - and being a short child, he was ten by the time
that happened - so everything JD learned about fishing and sailing, he
learned from Marcus sneaking out with him at night and showing him the
ropes.  And Marcus had been a bully, but he had been the only one - he made
sure that everyone else knew to steer clear of harassing JD.  Later, in
high school, being the brother of the school's athletic star had gotten JD
invited to more than one party.  JD sighed.  He hoped their relationship
was not too far gone to work together now.

   One handed, he found his cell phone, slipped the earpiece on and dialed
Rachael.  When she was not at the DC office, he tried house in Falls
Church.

   "Who said you could play hooky, young lady?"

   "You did.  I told you my annual was today.  I just got home."

   Her annual gynecological exam.  "Right, you did." They chatted about
nothing; pointless but at least he could talk to her.  After a morning with
Marcus and Charles, he needed to hear a voice that was not needlessly
irritating.  He heard rustling in the background, "I didn't interrupt
anything, did I?"

   "No, just shifting my towel."

   "Towel?"

   "Yeah, you caught me just heading into a bath."

   "Kinda early for that, ain't it?"

   "I hate the goo."

   "The `goo'?"

   "Yeah.  The annual is, well, invasive so she uses goo.  I like to treat
myself to a bubble bath afterwards."

   "I see.  Well, then.  You go on.  Your water must be getting' cold."

   "Why?" She put on her `bedroom' voice, "Don't you want to talk to me
while I'm all naked and sticky?"

   He could picture her clearly, slender and warm, lying in their bed.  He
realized that he was no longer paying attention to the road and forcibly
re-focused his attention, "Now, Willow, stop that.  I'm in traffic here."

   "Oh, is it distracting thinking of me like this?  It's cool in here. 
I've got goose bump everywhere."

   It was surprisingly effective, listening to her voice and picturing her,
no doubt, erect nipples.  He shifted in his seat trying to find space in
his suddenly tight pants.  She kept talking.

   "Oh yeah, You should feel how hard my nipples are right now." She gasped
sharply and JD almost swerved, "Well, that felt good."

   "Willow, now you behave yo'self." But he changed lanes and pulled onto
the road shoulder.  He became aware of his own heavy breathing as she
ignored him and continued to describe her self-exploration.

   "Oh I wish you were here to do this.  I love how you play with my
breasts.  Oh, it feels so good.  I just want you to squeeze them and suck
them and kiss them." She groaned into the phone.

   JD closed his eyes and leaned his head back, "Lord give me strength."
Already, his erection was throbbing against his pants, "Willow, you killin'
me here."

   "You don't want to know how wet I am?"

   "Oh, God.  Stop."

   "I'm so wet, JD.  My fingers are all slick."

   "Willow, I swear you worse than a tease.  Now, stop that."

   "Oh, don't make me stop.  It feels so good.  I wish it were your fingers
inside my pussy instead of mine.  I want you to slide your fingers in me
like this.  Rub your thumb against my clit.  Oh, yeah, that's good.  Oh,
yeah."

   He found himself sorely tempted to give in, unbuckle his pants and let
her listen to him for a while but he was still very aware of being in the
car.  Rachael's voice in his ear was no longer verbal; merely moans and
groans of pleasure.  JD was so engrossed in listening to Rachael that he
actually jumped when someone knocked on the car window.  "Jesus, Mary and
Joseph!" he exclaimed.  He looked to see the dark glasses and hat of a
Virginia State patrol officer asking if he was ok.

   JD rolled down the window, "Afternoon, Officer.  Everythin' alright?"

   "Well, that's what I'm asking you.  I saw you pull over and just wanted
to make sure everything was ok."

   "Thank you," he cleared his throat, "But I'm just fine."

   In his ear, Rachael groaned, "Oh, god, I'm so close." just as the
officer said, "You don't look so good, sir."

   "Oh, hell." JD moaned.

   "Excuse me, sir?"

   JD quickly pulled the earpiece out so that he could no longer hear
Rachael's climax.  "I'm sorry.  My wife.  On the phone.  She's a might
distractin' at times."

   "Uh huh." The officer looked at him for a moment then asked, "Have you
been drinking today sir?"

   "No!" he loosed his tie.  The headset was resting on his shoulder and
Rachael was loud enough that he could still hear her.  He reached for the
phone itself but it slipped from his fingers.

   "License and registration, sir," The officer's tone was firm, "and hand
me that phone."

   JD handed over the phone with a silent groan then reached for his
wallet. The officer took the phone and ID and moved back toward his
cruiser. JD took the opportunity to find a napkin and wiped his brow.  He
fixed his collar and tie, and tried to steady his breathing.  The officer
came back and returned JD's things.

   "You realize, of course, that inattention to the road is a hazard."

   "Yes, sir.  I tried to tell her that."

   The officer chuckled, "Alright, sir.  This is a written warning just to
help keep her in line."

   JD was mortified, "Thank you, Officer."

   "You have a good day, sir." The officer started to leave but paused to
add, "I wouldn't call her back until I get where you're going, if I were
you."

   "I don't think I will."

   He did wait almost an hour - until he was parked at the State Capital -
before calling Rachael back.  "When I get home tonight you gonna pay for
that."

   "JD, I am so sorry." She sounded contrite, "I promise I will never do
that again."

   "Now, now, just promise you won't do it while I'm on the highway.  Let
me be somewhere I can enjoy mahself."

   "JD!" she teased, "So you liked that?"

   "Well, it ain't as much fun as being there with you but it's better than
fishing."

   "Is that a good thing?"
   He laughed, "It's a very good thing, Willow.  Very, very good."