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 Title: Go to Guy and Dolls


Summary: Marius helps out cousin when a flood threatens.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Flood of Emotions: Part One

   It was raining.  It had been raining for six days nonstop.  I guess
that's why I had the shovel in my hand and was filling the tough fibrous
bags with sand.  I tipped the sand into the bag near my soaked feet.  Of
course that wasn't the only thing that was soaked.  My arms and my legs, oh
hell, every part of me was soaked to the skin.  I shivered and spilled some
of the sand.

   "Damn it all to mother fucking hell in a goddamn hand basket," I cursed
and the man next to me chuckled.

   "That was the most original mouthful of blasphemy I have heard in years
dear boy.  I sympathise."

   His name was Nathan McDermott and he was twenty years my senior.  He
reminded me of the old gray haired man that owned the parts store at the
corner of Main and Elsewhere.  He had a sort of iconic feel to him, like
the rain, the sand and hell, even the flood waters.  I stopped for a long
moment and stared down the street where the waters slowly rose to threaten
this side of town.  The water was a dirty brownish gray and swirled and
coiled like an elemental cobra.  There, it reared its ugly head near the
drowning fire hydrant, now wasn't that ironic.

   I returned to mind numbing, back breaking job of filling sand bags.  I
had volunteered when mom told me that my cousin Cassidy's house was
threatened.  Ever the dutiful son, I raced over to help out even though I
didn't even live in this god forsaken river town.  Who the hell builds a
town in a fucking flood plain?  Another series of colorful and damnable
curses escaped my lips as we continued.  A hundred, a hundred and one, I
was keeping count so that later when I had mom or sis bent over the kitchen
table I could tell them.  I fucking filled over a hundred sand bags for
dear cousin Cassidy.

   "I need to take a piss," I said and planted the business end of my
shovel in the truckload of sand.

   I walked over and someone appeared out of the gloom.  He was young like
me, a good looking kid and he asked me if I was done for the day.  I
shrugged and told him I was taking a piss break.  He nodded and took up my
shovel while I tapped my bladder.  I stepped into the diner and stood on
the inner threshold shivering in the delicious warmth.  I was so wet and so
cold and the diner was so damn warm, like a dream.

   "Rest room," I asked and the gruff short order cook hooked a thumb to
the left.  "Thanks."

   "No, thank you," he said smiling and showing off his gold filling and a
few missing teeth.

   I left a trail of water behind me.  I felt like a bright yellow snail as
I entered the bathroom.  Oh man, it was even warmer in here.  My hands were
pruned from the hours of shoveling and exposure to the non-stop rain.  I
dried them off before I unzipped.  I removed my hooded rain gear as well as
the plastic overalls beneath.  I unzipped and yelped when my ice cold hand
wrapped around my cock.

   "Shit that's cold," I murmured.

   I let out a sigh of relief as I took the pressure off my poor bladder. I
flushed and walked to the mirror.  Gods I looked a sight.  My eyes were
sunken in, my hair a matted mess and my skin the color of a corpse.  I
needed to warm up and fast.  I drug the rain gear out and hung it on the
chrome coat rack and ordered a large cup of coffee.

   "We only have one size mister," the cook replied.

   "I'll take two," I said and he laughed revealing that gaping maw of his
again.  "What do you suggest for a nice hot meal?"

   "If'n it were me," he said.  "I'd have the English breakfast.  It's got
a lot of sausage, eggs and bacon.  That'll fortify you good."

   "I'll take it."

   I sipped the coffee and added a ton of sugar to it to mask the heavy
mineral content of the local water supply.  The food arrived quickly since
I was the only customer in the place.  I sat near the window and looked out
over the cold gray landscape.  The rain kept falling and the water rose
remorseless and inevitable as death itself.  I dreaded going back outside.
My clothes would dry off if I stay in here long enough, and the mere
thought of the touch of that life sucking downpour left me down in the
dumps.

   "The road is out," the cook said as he refilled my cup.

   "What...  what did you say?" I looked up horrified.

   "The main road washed out.  Do you have someplace to stay?"

   "I have a cousin that lives in town, just up the street to be precise."
I told him.

   "What's 'er name?"

   "Cassidy, Cassidy Lane," I said and he smiled.

   "I'll call her and tell her to expect ya." He said and walked off before
I could stop him.

   Damn it man, I thought as he stomped off.  I knew he meant well and all
but still.  There was the right way of doing things and having the cook
call, just sounded rude to me.  He returned from the back all smiles.

   "She's on the way," he said.  "Looks like you have a date for dinner. 
I'm gonna make another pot of coffee..." I nodded and he left humming to
himself.

   Cassidy appeared a few minutes later.  She was wearing what appeared to
be an oil cloth duster, a matching Stetson and rubber goulashes on her
feet. The umbrella she clung to seemed to be losing the battle against a
sudden gust of wind.  When it failed feet from the front door of the diner,
she made a mad dash for it.  The bell above the door rang as she shouldered
the door open.  Cassidy spun inside as the wind sucked the door closed with
a loud and resounding bang.  I half expected the glass to shatter or at
least crack a bit, but it didn't.

   "Hello Cassidy," the cook said a full octave lower, with shoulders
drooped and clearly smitten with the attractive young woman.

   "Hey Duke," she replied.  "Marius!  Good to see you she said as she
removed the hat and duster.

   "Damn Cassidy, you grew up," I said seeing the outfit beneath for the
first time.  Was it the ass hugging capris or the white blouse sans bra?

   "I was hoping you'd notice," she said flirting blatantly.  "How long you
been here?"

   "Are we talking today, or the last three days?" I said and she went
pale. "I've been pulling twelve hour shifts but today I am stopping at
nine. I am just worn out."

   "I have a bottle of Absinthe at the house," she replied as she sat
across from me.  "It is European and quite expensive.  I hope you'll join
me in a glass or two."

   I threw up my hands in surrender.  Her meal arrived and Duke went back
to his position behind the cash register.  As the last of the wan light
faded from the gunmetal sky volunteers began to trickle in.  Like me, they
were tired, hungry and trapped.  I was glad I had parked my car at
Cassidy's instead of by the levy.  As she ate and I sipped the abomination
they called coffee I would swear I caught the occasional look from my
cousin.  It was that secretive glance that screamed, 'I know something you
don't know'.

   "What is it," I asked when I could stand it no longer.

   "What is what?" she asked in her catholic schoolgirl tone, little miss
innocent.

   "Fine, keep your secrets," I said and she blushed as she giggled.

   "Thank you," Cassidy said out of nowhere.  "I appreciate everything
you've done for our little town."

   "Hey, I uh...  you're welcome," I said unaccustomed to be thanked for
anything.

   We finished our meal in relative silence.  The rain never let up so we
layered up and headed out for her house.  She clung to me as we headed down
the street with the wind in our faces.  We were both soaked to the skin
despite the rain gear.  We reached her home and raced inside gasping for
breath.  I took off my rain gear and then turned to look at Cassidy.

   "Oh damn," I said before I knew it.  The white blouse clung to her tits
like a second skin.  The water had made the material practically
transparent.  "Sorry..."

   "It's okay," she said blushing.  "A girl likes to know that she is still
attractive."

   "You don't have anything to worry about in that department." I said and
then shut the hell up.

   It was bad enough what was happening at home.  But to add to the
situation with my cousin was just plain bad.  She went to the half bath on
the first floor and grabbed us some towels.  I stripped down and wrapped my
towel around my waist.  Cassidy did the same and used one for her torso and
the other for her hair.  As I followed her upstairs I noticed the unusual
birthmark on her left shoulder blade.

   "Is that a star," I blurted out.

   "Yeah," she replied without looking back.  "It's my lucky charm, seven
points for seven angels."

   She led me to her bathroom and I whistled when I saw it.  She had a
small frosted glass shower and a huge claw footed tub.  She started a bath
for us.  I didn't care either way but the tub was easily big enough for
two. I asked her about the tub and she told me she had found it at an
estate sale.  It cost more to have it moved and installed than to buy it.

   Cassidy added some bubble solution to the water to hide our naughty bits
from one another.  Once the water was ready I turned around to let her get
in first.  Once she was submerged I dropped my towel and slid under the
water.  While I had been a gentleman she was certainly no lady.  She had
watched me the entire time.

   "I know something," Cassidy said her eyes locked on mine.  "I've been
talking to Tabitha." She accentuated that with her toes grazing my cock.

   "Um...  what have you two been talking about?" I moaned as she managed
to trap the shaft between big toe and the ball of her foot.

   "Fucking," she said as she began to stroke me from beneath the water. 
"She told me how big you were and how much she enjoyed fucking you.  I want
in."

   "NNNNN...  you know it's frowned upon," I groaned as she had me rock
hard in no time at all.  "But if you really want to convince me..."

   "I'll suck you off after I'm done with my foot.  What do you say to
that? Want to fire a load down my throat Marius?"

   "UHHHH HUHHHHHH," I whimpered as I got closer by the second to losing
it.

   I was panting as she teased the orgasm out of me.  My back arched and a
wave of water rushed at Cassidy as I came.  The water hit her in the face
and went beyond to splash the floor behind her.  I sat there shaking in the
aftermath of my first footjob.  I was about to get up and throw a towel on
the floor when Cassidy pointed to midpoint between the shower and the tub.
There was a drain in the floor.  Well that was convenient.

   We raced to the shower for the next step in what was going to be a very
long night.  I had her pinned against the back of the shower.  I kissed her
and it was like throwing gas on a fire.  Our hands were everywhere but hers
settled on my erection and mine on her ass cheeks.  As we rinsed off the
soap and bubble mixture she stroked me off and I continued to kiss her
fiercely.

   We nearly knocked heads when I broke the kiss and dropped down to my
knees.  She had done the same thing at the same time.  We were obviously on
the same wavelength.  Cassidy stood up and placed a foot on my shoulder.  I
brought my mouth between her legs and began feasting.  Her cries were loud
in that confined space.  I felt her fingers as they slid into my hair and
she pulled me deeper and held me there.

   "Eat my pussy...  yeah that's it lover...  oh god I've missed this so
damn bad," she cried out.

   I lapped and suckled her labia and clit.  My hands went to her ass
cheeks and pulled them apart as my mouth made love to her.  I didn't plan
on stopping until she came.  Cassidy tried to push me away as her climax
crested but I denied her.  She kept telling me no and to stop but I was
relentless.  Her body bucked as she came with a mouthful of pussy juices.
No wonder she wanted me to stop, Cassidy was a squirter.  I stood up and
she tried to apologize and I shook my head.

   "How sturdy is this shower?" I asked and she smiled.  "Or should we just
take this into your bedroom?"

   "Bed...  I want our first time on my bed." She stammered.

   I scooped her up into my arms.  As I held her she reached over and shut
off the shower.  I turned her so that she could slide the glass door open.
As we left the shower she grabbed two towels for us.  She told me where her
bedroom was and I carried her there.  We were wet and cold again.  I
hurried to the room and tossed her onto the bed.  We dried off at an epic
pace and then dove under the covers.

   Cassidy rolled on top of me and we returned to kissing and letting our
hands explore each other's bodies.  Another instinctive moment occurred as
I rolled her onto her back and took over.  I eased into her slowly and she
gasped as I filled her to her core.  Cassidy wrapped her legs around me as
I began to move.

   "Oh god Marius, you are going to make me cum in no time," she panted in
my ear.  "I love your cock."

   I moved slowly at first.  Even though she urged me on, I kept a
leisurely pace.  I was in no hurry to finish.  I savored the feel of her
wet tight pussy wrapped around me.  After the last few days this was a nice
change of pace.  I felt her body began to shake and only then did I pick up
the pace as well as the force behind my thrusts.  Cassidy's back arched for
the second time tonight and she clung tight as she climaxed.

   "Damn Marius, that was fucking amazing," she gasped as she caught her
breath.

   I eased out slowly and rolled her onto her belly.  Cassidy lifted her
ass high in the air even as she pressed her tits into mattress.  I leaned
down and whispered in her ear.

   "Tell me what you want," I said as I kissed her neck.

   "Fuck me Marius, fuck me hard and fast," she begged.

   "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked and she blushed.

   "My face, I want you to spray my face with your baby paint."

   I had never heard cum called baby paint before.  That must be unique to
Cassidy.  I settled my hands on her ass and slid back inside her nice and
slow.  I began moving immediately.  I started off slow but I was already
pretty damn close to my second climax.  I warned her as I jack hammered
into her as hard and fast as I could.  But just before I was ready to pull
out my body betrayed me, I thrust one last time and cream pied my poor
cousin.

   I lay panting on top of her and she was speechless below me.  I was
about to apologize when she told me how good it felt.  She wanted me to
shoot inside of her again.  I asked for a breather after the long day I had
just finished.  Cassidy understood and we lay next to each other.  I was on
my back and she lay on her side clinging to me again.  She turned on the
television and we saw that the road would be restored in a day or two if
the rain let up.  The meteorologist had other ideas on that outcome.  They
were predicting another three days of rain at least.

   I went downstairs to retrieve my phone.  Cassidy followed me down and as
I stood there talking to mom she dropped down and began sucking me off.  I
covered the phone and told her to stop, but that fell on deaf ears.

   "...Yes mom I'm fine," I said my voice half an octave higher.  "I'll be
here for a few more days at least.  Yeah I will call my boss..." I bit back
a moan as she told me to behave.  "No I would never do that...  she's my
cousin for crying out loud."

   I looked down and Cassidy smiled up at me as she continued to suck me
off.  I said goodbye and glared down at my cousin.  I felt my anger die as
she gently caressed my balls and took half my cock down her throat.  I
wanted to chastise her but it was a useless endeavor.  I was about to
suggest we go back upstairs when she waggled her finger at me.

   "You don't want to..." I began.  "Is this for me?  Oh okay...  in that
case..."

   I shut up as she continued to lick and suck like a fiend.  Her
enthusiasm was wonderful to see.  I would have to thank Tab the next time I
saw her.  My phone rang again and it was mom.  Cassidy renewed her attack
and the pleasure doubled in seconds flat.  If I didn't answer the phone mom
would just call back.

   "Hi mom...  what's up," I asked even as I was on the threshold of my
climax.  Cassidy's hand became a sensual blur as she stroked me as fast as
she could manage.  Her lips wrapped around the head in anticipation of a
load of baby paint.  "No, I'm fine.  I called into work.  No I am not
trying to get rid of you." I thought I turned off the phone's microphone as
I came.  My voice filled the room and beyond.  I hit the button to turn it
back on and mom asked me what the hell that noise was.  "I saw a spider. 
You know how much I hate spiders."

   Mom wasn't buying any of it.  She asked if Cassidy knew who I was
fucking.  I tried to reply but I was completely winded.  I tried to tell
her I needed to catch my breath but all I got out was, can't breathe and
one minute.  Mom switched to a new attack and told me how much she missed
my cock.  Really...  now...  I listened as she told me how bad she wanted
me inside of her.  My cock, despite multiple orgasms, was getting hard
again.  Cassidy took advantage of this and bent over her kitchen table.

   "Oh damn woman," I said addressing them both.  "This is going to be a
long night."*

   The kitchen was the last time that night.  I had no energy left after
that.  I barely had enough strength to top the stairs.  We slipped beneath
the covers and I lay on my back exhausted.  The last thing I recalled was
Cassidy's naked ass against my hip.  I fell asleep and it really felt like
I was falling.

   'Marius...  Marius...' the phantom voice called out to me.  It sounded
faintly feminine in its otherworldly way.

   In the dream I was outside and the street had become a stream.  The
moonlight glinted off the water as well as something metallic in the dark
wet mud that had been deposited onto the sidewalk.  I knelt down into the
ice cold muck and dug the object out.  My fist wrapped around it and the
dream dissolved.  I woke up in Cassidy's shower alone.  My legs were free
of mud but my right hand wasn't.  Had I actually gone outside?  I opened my
hand but it was empty.

   "Just a dream," I said as I stood under the hot water.  I was so damn
cold, had I actually gone outside?  "I never sleep walked before.  What the
hell is going on?  It must be the exhaustion.  I am going to have to take
the day off.  I need to get some rest."

   I washed off the little mud that clung to my skin and then dried off.  I
slipped back into bed and Cassidy rolled over and pressed her body against
mine.  She muttered about how cold I was in her sleep.  I closed my eyes
but if I dreamt I remembered nothing.

   I awoke the next morning just after eleven o'clock.  Cassidy had set out
clothes for me.  There were several pairs of pants and just as many shirts.
I suspected they belonged to former boyfriends.  I found clothing that fit
and headed downstairs.  I found a note telling me that breakfast was in the
oven.  I opened the oven and retrieved my plate of goodness.  I was so damn
hungry that I wolfed it down in no time at all.  I looked for Cassidy and
found her out on the front porch talking to her neighbor.

   "...there's no way my cousin would walk around naked at three in the
morning," she was saying.

   "I saw him.  He was using your garden hose to wash the mud off his feet
and legs.  It looked like he had been kneeling out by the street."

   I had been sleepwalking.  I should tell Cassidy when she came back in. I
was about to turn away when Cassidy spotted me.  She yanked the door open
and grabbed me by the hand.  She pulled me outside and introduced her older
neighbor.

   "Marius, this is my neighbor and good friend Yvonne.  Yvonne, this is my
cousin Marius.  Were you out here last night?"

   "I think I was sleepwalking," I said.  "I woke up in the shower last
night.  There was mud on my hand."

   I looked over at Yvonne and smiled at the cute older gal.  She looked at
me and blushed.  I think she was remembering a naked me from last night.  I
did what I always did when I got nervous.  I stroked my chin and that's
when Yvonne's eyes went wide and they locked on my left hand.  What the
hell was she staring at?  I pulled my hand away from my face and that's
when I saw the ring on my hand.  I turned my hand over and looked at it in
more detail.  There were five large cabochon cut clear stones and around
the stones were a different totem animal.  The band appeared to be
fashioned of a dull silvery gray metal.

   "Is it platinum?" I asked as Yvonne raced over to look at the ring. 
Cassidy looked at the ring and nodded.  "That must be what I saw in the
dream."

   Yvonne grabbed my hand and looked over the ring more closely.  When she
asked where I found it, I told her it had been washed up in the mud by the
flood waters.  She listed off a bunch of words or names and finally settled
upon Etruscan.  The ring was definitely of Etruscan origin.  When I asked
her how she could possibly know that, she informed me that she was in fact
the assistant curator of the St.  Louis History Museum.

   "I guess you would know then," I said and she laughed.

   "The funny thing is that the Etruscans never used platinum." Yvonne said
squinting at the ring again.  "I take it back that is not platinum...  oh
my god it's iridium!  It has to be.  That is so strange.  Their jewelry and
important artifacts were always fashioned of gold or silver.  The totem
animals are also quite unusual.  The dragon appears to be of oriental
style. The phoenix is of Arabic design.  The Ouroboros, the serpent eating
its own tail, comes from the Greeks.  The fourth animal is unknown to me
but the last one appears to be a peacock and that is strictly a Christian
image.  But they all have one thing in common, immortality."

   "What are the stones?" I asked and she smiled.

   "Oh those, those would be diamonds Marius.  I would guess by their color
and clarity that they are of the finest quality.  You have a king's ransom
on your finger."

   "Is this the part where you ask me to donate it to the museum?" I said
and she blushed.

   "Am I that transparent?" Yvonne said.  "It would be a singular unique
piece that would draw the attention of the finest minds in the field.  The
real question is this, where the hell did it come from?"

   "Upstream," Cassidy said and we looked up the hill.

   "Is there anything up there that would hold something like this?" I
asked and it was Yvonne that nodded.

   "Old Man Garibaldi," she said with a shiver.  "He is our local
celebrity. His mob ties are legendary."

   "Would you like some coffee," I asked Yvonne and Cassidy smiled behind
her hand.

   "I would love some coffee," she replied.

   Ten minutes later we were all sitting down in the living room.  I was
between Yvonne on my left side and Cassidy on my right.  We watched a
weather report and it looked like I would be here for a while yet.  The
rain would be spottier the next forty eight hours but rebuilding the main
road was impossible until the river crested.  I could leave by boat but I
couldn't do that and leave Cassidy here.  I called mom and told her I would
be staying for at least another four days.

   I sipped my coffee and stole sideways glances at the attractive older
woman.  She was of average height, about five foot six and in great
physical shape.  I wondered what she did to keep that lovely figure of
hers. She had long black hair with a sing stripe of silver hair originating
at the crown of her widow's peak and ending just above her right ear.  Her
eyes were the color sapphires while her small full mouth was painted a
subdued pink.

   I guessed her nationality at either Italian or Greek.  Her skin tone
leaned more towards Greek with the olive complexion and certain facial
characteristics.  I guessed that her breasts were at least as large as
Cassidy's if not a little fuller.

   "It is impolite to stare," Yvonne whispered.

   "You or me," I said in rebuttal.  "I will admit I was checking you out,
but you only had eyes for this." I held up the iridium ring.

   "You are right," she said frowning.  "I've just never seen anything like
it before."

   "We are even then," I said and she smiled as she nodded.  "I hate this
damn rain."

   We watched a bit more news before I moved to the front porch and stared
at the perpetual grayness that was the sleepy little town of Belleridge. 
The volunteers kept up their work as the inevitable seemed destined.  The
rain would fall.  The river would crest.  Cousin Cassidy would lose her
lovely home.  The anger rose out of frustration.  Seventy two hours he had
given to stem the tide and still it wasn't enough.

   The peal of thunder was deafening.  I had two women clinging to me as I
flipped off the storm.  The lightning bolt fell like the wrath of god.  My
world went white.  I clamped my eyes closed as tight as I could.  Another
roar of thunder seconds later and I screamed in defiance.

   "Fuck you too," I howled.

   The world darkened and I opened eyes that saw only spots for a long
time. When at last my vision cleared what I saw made no sense.  I stared at
the newly formed whirlpool and scratched my head.  I knew that the entire
Missouri basin was littered with caves.  What were the odds that a
lightning bolt would open one up and save the town?  The street was split
wide open and the torrent from the river was drawn into it and I knew that
we would be okay.  Cassidy and Yvonne as well as many others would keep
their homes.

   "I'll be damned," I said and began to laugh.

   "It must be the old Whitacre Mine," Yvonne offered.  "It's been closed
for nearly a century."

   "Why is that," I asked even as she pointed to the steam pouring out of
the whirlpool.

   "Anthracite coal," Yvonne continued.  "There are miles of caves below. A
hundred years ago a fire broke out and ignited the coal.  It never reached
the town but it is still burning after all these years.  The flood waters
must be filtering down to the fire below."

   She left and walked over to her home, looking over at the whirlpool of
filthy water and saw how what had once threatened the town may put it back
on the map.  If the coal fire was put out by the flood waters then mining
might resume again in their poor little town.  The boom to the economy
would be nothing short of a godsend.  I looked at Cassidy who still clung
to my arm.

   "Was it a miracle," she asked and I shrugged.

   "I don't know," I said.  "Wanna fuck?"

   "Yeah, I'll race you to the bedroom."

   I closed and locked the door giving her a huge head start.  I poured two
more cups of coffee and delivered them upstairs where I found a naked
Cassidy eager for a long day of leisurely love play.  Damn, I had three
more days of this at least!  Whatever would I do?

   Carnal Shadows: Part Two

   Five days I spent in that carnal house near the hill.  Cassidy and I
must have tried out every position we could squeeze into and a few that
left Charlie horses and leg cramps.  I am not complaining just stating a
few facts.  I left on a Thursday after what must have been the most rousing
farewell I ever experienced before or since.  I had no doubt that cousin
Cassidy would miss me and I would miss her.

   The road was repaired but we still went single file and only a few cars
at a time.  Once I reached the highway the sight of open sky and faint
clouds was a very welcome sight.  The flood was over for me and I was back
to my normal life.  My boss understood and had kept my job waiting for me,
the college however, not so much.  After a week of missing classes and
assignments they couldn't guarantee a passing grade.  I would just have to
work all the harder to prove them wrong.

   The drive home normally would have taken two hours, but with the road
conditions and traffic it was closer to three.  While I had enjoyed my time
away, I missed sleeping in my own bed.  At long last I pulled up into the
driveway and parked next to the house.  I stepped out and I noticed a few
cars on the street that look familiar.  Sunday was usually the day for all
of us getting together, but I had been gone for over a week.  All I had to
show for it was some new clothes and one hell of a smile.

   I unlocked the front door and they were waiting to ambush me the moment
I stepped in.  It turned into a sort of puppy pile on mom's favorite rug.
During the pile up I felt one hand on each ass cheek and a daring hand
moving towards my junk.  I was in the middle so I had to wait for mom to
call an end to the pile up.  She did so eventually and with much reluctance
I should add.  I believe it was her hand slithering its way to my groin.

   This was an official welcome home party, or so I thought by the
balloons, cake and presents.  It wasn't my birthday was it?  No, that was
months off and besides I was too old for presents for my birthday.  What
the hell was this then?  I was seated at the head of the table and cut the
cake with a feeling like a shoe was about to drop, a real big one.  I
handed out pieces of cake and waited.  I could see it on my mother's face;
she was hiding something, something big.

   "Open your presents Marius," mom said handing me a small wrapped box.  I
reached for it and her eyes settled onto the ring now adorning my left
hand. "Where did you get that?"

   "I found it in the mud," I said as I unwrapped the gift.  "Strangest
thing really, I was sleepwalking when I did it.  The flood waters must have
washed it up or down from somewhere old and abandoned."

   "Why do you say that," Karla asked looking at the ring more closely
along with the others.

   "Cassidy's neighbor told me it might be Etruscan, whatever the hell that
is." I said as I lifted the small lid of the small box.  "Keys, these look
like house keys."

   "They are," Mom said proudly.  "They are the keys to your new
apartment."

   "Apartment, how the heck am I supposed to afford an apartment, much less
the security deposit or first month's rent?"

   "Mom, Karla and I decided to pitch in and cover the costs," Samantha
said smiling brilliantly.  "We all decided it was time you had a place of
your own."

   "I don't know what to say.  Thank you.  I guess I'll go and pack..." I
began but they were all shaking their heads.  "My stuff is already over
there isn't it?  Wow...  you really wanted me out of here huh."

   "We wanted you to have your own space," Sam continued.  "This is a good
thing.  Why don't we let you finish opening your house warming gifts and
then we'll all drive over and see your new place.  I know you're going to
like it.  We've been hunting for just the right place for months now."

   "So this has been in the works for a while now.  Okay, let's see what
else I've got here."

   I got a remote control that I learned went to a new big screen T.V., as
well as more practical things like laundry soap, pillow cases and cotton
sheets.  Once the cake was eaten and the gifts had been opened, it was
decided that we all go see my new place.  We piled into Karla's Range Rover
and headed out.  I actually fell asleep on the way over.  I was just that
exhausted.

   "We're here," Tabitha said shaking me lightly.

   I opened my eyes and looked around.  The neighborhood looked nice.  We
piled out and mom asked for my keys and directed me to a two family flat. I
apparently had the downstairs half of the place.  It was freaking huge! 
There entire place was furnished.  It had two bedrooms but one had been
converted into an office.  It also had a basement I shared with the owner
and landlord.  That's where the storage and washer and dryer were located.
I walked around and saw some of my belongings here and there.  The bedroom
was the biggest shocker.

   "A queen sized bed," I said.  "That's pretty damn big for just me."

   "You won't always be sleeping alone," Samantha chimed in with a wicked
smile.

   "That's true," I said smiled despite myself.

   "The fridge is stocked as is the cabinets and drawers." Mom said quite
proud of how inexpensively they had gotten me plates, glasses and utensils.
She would never use the word cheap under any circumstances.  The doorbell
rang and we all looked at each other.  I walked over and opened the door.
The guy standing at the door was wearing light blue coveralls with the
local cable company logo on his left breast and his name on the right.

   "Hello Fred, what can I do for you?" I asked.

   "I'm here to hook up your services," he said.  "I got you for cable,
internet and phone."

   I let him in and Fred headed for the living room where the television
was and began his work.  We all settled into the dining room.  I had a
living room and a dining room.  Did I mention that this place was huge?  I
told them all about the flood, the sand bagging and the queer lightning
strike that saved the town.  Conversation turned to the ring and I let each
of them take a good look at it.

   "What are those clear round stones," Tabitha asked.

   "I don't know," I told her.

   "Could they be diamonds," Samantha asked and I shrugged.

   "One easy way to find out," mom said.  "Give me a second."

   She left and returned with a water glass.  Mom handed it to me and told
me to press one of the stones against the glass and see if it cuts.  If it
does it's a diamond.  I pressed the ring to the glass and twisted it
counterclockwise.  It left an easily discernable line across the glass's
surface.  The stones were in fact diamonds.  That sent the girls into a
kind of frenetic conversation trying to figure out how large each jewel
was.

   "They look to be half a karat each.  But color and clarity are also
important." Mom said squinting.  "I don't see any flaws and that means they
are worth quite a bit.  I know a guy who can give you an estimate on how
much to insure it for."

   "Does he work on Saturdays?" I asked and she nodded.  "Good, let's see
what he says before I make my decision."

   I told them about Yvonne and her desire to acquire the ring for the
museum.  The cable guy finished his work in record time and I thanked him
and walked him out.  Mom called 'her guy' and he was anxious to see the
ring.  Once more we piled into the Range Rover and went uptown to a much
nicer part of town.  The jewelry shop handled high end customers and high
end product.  The owner and proprietor was Herman Rommel, a short man of
diminutive dimensions but possessing a hawk like gaze that showed a very
attentive intelligence.  He kissed mom on her cheeks and shook my hand.

   "May I see the ring," he said rolling his R in a way that hinted that
English was his second language.

   "It won't come off," I said as I tugged on it.

   "No problem, I can get a good look at it while you wear it." He said as
he brought his jeweler's eye piece up to his right eye.  " Hmmm...  oh
yes...  very interesting...  the diamonds came from one larger stone,
yes... yes, I believe your friend is correct, it is iridium and appears to
be of very high quality but I would have to test it to be sure.  The totem
animals are quite unique.  Etruscan you say...  yes quite right.  The cut
of the stones and artwork are quite ancient.  If it is a fake it is a very
expensive fake.  Based on materials alone I would give you five thousand.
However, given its antiquity I would offer no less than one hundred
thousand for it.  It is definitely a museum piece."

   "Wow and to think I found it in the mud," I said and the old man almost
fainted.  The color drained from his face and Tabitha kept him from falling
from his seat.

   "Did you say that you found this in the mud?" Herman asked.

   "I was sandbagging up north and found it at night after a weird dream,"
I said and he just shook his head.

   "The luck of the young," he chuckled.  "If you choose to sell it I would
have no problem finding a buyer.  I would insure it for fifty thousand at
least.  When you can remove it and wish me to test the quality of the
iridium I would happy to do so."

   "Thanks Mr.  Rommel," I said.

   We returned to my apartment and I wondered what I should do.  If I sold
it I could pay my family back and have plenty to live off of for a long
while.  I really didn't like the thought of selling it though.  Mom saw
that look and smiled.

   "Don't...  I can see that you are already attached to it.  We want to
help you out.  You don't need to feel guilty about keeping the ring."

   I hugged her and we celebrated my first night in my apartment.  We broke
out supplies from the kitchen and turned on the sound system.  I plugged in
my smart phone and soon the sweet sounds of classic rock and smooth jazz
filled the air.  Mom and Karla disappeared for about half an hour and
returned with Karla driving my car.  They carried in my house warming gifts
as well as a single bottle of champagne.  Mom opened the bubbly and poured
a single glass for everyone.  We toasted good times and great new memories
in my own special place.

   Mom gathered up my sisters around nine o'clock and we called it an
evening.  I walked them to the Range Rover and kissed each on the cheek. 
They drove off and here I was, alone, in my own freaking apartment!  I
closed the front door and locked up.  I did the dishes and plopped down on
my couch in front of my television.  I fell asleep on the couch but woke up
when someone kicked the front door in.  I opened my eyes and saw the gunman
silhouetted by the street light.  I clearly saw the rather large pistol in
his fist.

   "Give me the goddamn ring," he ordered and I recognized the voice
instantly.  It was the cable installation guy.  "I said, get the fuck up
and give me the goddamned ring!" He cocked the gun but I barely heard it
over the pounding of my heart in my ears.

   "I'll try but it's been stuck since I put the damned thing on," I said
getting to my feet.  I tugged at the ring but it refused to budge.  "It
won't come off!" The gun spoke in the darkness.

   I saw the muzzle flash and felt my head snap back as I crumpled to the
floor.  My body stiffened and my hands clenched into fists.  The thief
raced over and cursed as he tried to open my fingers so he could remove the
ring.  He tucked the gun into his waistband and used both hands now.  I
could hear my heart slowing.  My right hand moved on its own accord.  My
fingers gently wrapped around his throat.  What happened next is still a
blur.  The five stones on the ring lit up with a clear white light.  The
thief tried to cry out but failed.  The radiance once clear as starlight
was now ruddy like flawless rubies and I could see his face lit by the hell
fire.

   I felt his life pass into me.  I felt all sixty years that he was
allotted pour into my body and heal me of any and all damage.  Whether it
was old or new the ring didn't care.  I took a sudden intake of precious
air and sat up.  The thief was gone as was the light from the ring.  Had I
hallucinated it all?  I looked around and saw the pile of ash and the 9mm
pistol amidst the burnt remains of the thief and his clothing.  I took off
my shirt and picked up the pistol by the barrel.  I set it on one of the
corner tables.  I swept up his remains and flushed him down the toilet.  It
seemed fitting somehow.

   I threw water on my face just as the police arrived.  I looked at my
reflection but there was no sign of the bullet or where it pierced my
flesh. The police made entry and found me coming out of the bathroom.  I
told them that the thief had fired his weapon and then spooked he ran off
leaving the weapon behind.  No, I don't know what scared him off but the
weapon was on the coffee table.  I told them that I had used my shirt and
picked it up by the barrel.  Did I know the thief?  Yes, he was the cable
installation guy from earlier on today.  Yes I wanted to press charges.

   They collected my statement and the weapon and left me to sit and cry
once they had left.  I wept and shook after the impact of how close I had
come to dying.  I looked at the ring and the five totem animals upon its
surface.  One was a phoenix.  Did this ring pass on some form of
immortality?  Did it steal the life of enemies and feed it to me?  The
impossible crashed into me and another round of tears spilled from my eyes.
I was alive!  That was all that mattered.  I called mom and told her what
had happened.  She was on her way with Tabitha in tow.  I called work and
told them as well and took the day off.  My boss told me to take the long
weekend to recuperate.

   Ten minutes later my mom and Tabitha arrived.  I was still shaking.  Mom
noticed the remains of the ash on the living room floor.  She actually
squatted down and ran a finger through it.  She rubbed her fingers together
and sniffed it.

   "What the hell happened Marius?"

   "It was the cable guy," I managed.  "He overheard our discussion about
the ring.  He came back for it."

   "He must have been covered in dirt or dust.  I guess he was hiding
somewhere filthy and left this stuff behind.  I am just glad you are okay."
Mom said her own tears threatening.

   Tabitha flung herself into my arms and I held her.  She did breakdown
and once mom heard her cry the damn burst.  We were all crying, sniffling
and giggling.  We were just happy that nothing bad had happened.  Mom broke
away from the hugfest and cleaned the hard wood floor of the thief's
remains.  I found that strangely comforting.  While mom was busy I turned
to Tabitha.

   "You told Cassidy," I snarled.

   "Well...  she wanted to know why I was so happy.  She knew I had found a
really good guy.  She wanted in on the action...  so I told her."

   "You could have warned me," I whispered as mom came in with cleaning
supplies.  "Follow me..." I went to the front door and pretended to examine
the damaged lock.  "You have to keep your mouth shut about this.  Tell me
you haven't told anyone else.  Tabitha...  oh my god...  who else, who else
did you tell?"

   "I might have mentioned things to Gloria." Tabitha winced.

   "You told Aunt Gloria.  Have you lost your fucking mind?!"

   "She just lost her husband and was in a bad way.  I thought you could
cheer her up, in your special sort of way?  She was supposed to stop by for
your house warming but I guess something came up."

   "Where is the toolbox?  Go get it." I told sis and she fetched the
bright blue plastic box.  I opened it up and began working on the busted
lock.  Before long I had the lock broken down into its key components and
with a little work had it functional again.  "That's got that, now how
about this side of the equation." I looked at the door jam and shook my
head.  The wood was compromised so I couldn't fix it until morning.  I'd
have to buy some lumber to repair the damage.  "Wait, when the hell did I
learn about locks and carpentry?"

   "I was about to ask you the same thing.  You didn't even take shop class
in high school." Tabitha added.

   I finished the repairs and decided I would sleep on the couch with my
aluminum baseball bat.  Mom walked over after finishing the cleaning and
inspected my handiwork.  She had the same puzzled face that Tabitha had
just a few minutes ago.

   "You did this," she asked and I nodded.  "I'm more than a little
impressed."

   My landlord appeared a few minutes later now that all the noise had died
down and he inspected the door and the lock.  He seemed pretty damn pleased
with my handiwork.  He also wanted to apologize for the break in and told
me that, that sort of thing just doesn't happen around here.

   "It was the cable guy," I said.  "He overheard a conversation and it
cost him."

   "You mean when the cops arrest him right," he replied.

   "Exactly, I will press charges but who knows how long it might take to
find him."

   "I just wanted to check in and see that you were okay.  If you need
anything I am right above your head."

   He left with Mom and Tabitha right on his footsteps.  I was once again
alone in my apartment.  I fell asleep on the couch clutching my bat.  When
I awoke the bat was on the floor, my limbs were sprawled out across the
couch and a pillow was glued to the side of my head from all the drooling I
did as I slept.  I started a pot of coffee and took a quick shower. 
Despite the break in I really liked this place.  I was sipping my coffee
and working out the details of the repair in my head.

   I was about to put on some clothes when the doorbell rang.  I knew it! I
knew one of them would come over to consecrate the place.  I opened the
door still wrapped in just a towel and to my shock there was Aunt Gloria.
She was dressed in a nun's habit and seemed quite pleased to see me in only
a towel.

   "Thank God you're in a towel," she said smiling ear to ear.  "That'll
make this a whole lot easier." She said as she moved passed me and into the
living room.  "Marius, I talked to your sister and...  I need you to take
my virginity."

   I stood there blinking as I closed the door and tried to assimilate what
the hell was going on.

   "You want me to fuck you?" I asked and she made that tsk-tsk sound.

   "No need to be vulgar about it," she chastised me playing the nun part
to the hilt.  "Will you?"

   "If I do there will be some ground rules," I said and she looked
hopeful. "One, you tell no one about this...  ever.  Two, you do everything
I say when I say it." I continued and she smiled.  "Three...  which
virginity are we talking about...  oral...  vaginal...  anal?"

   "All three nephew, I want you to make me a real woman."

   "Alrighty then," I said.  "Let's get started."

   I made sure the door was locked before I walked over and took her into
my arms.  I kissed her and after a second of hesitation she kissed me back.
She pressed against me as her tongue invaded my mouth.  My hands found her
ass cheeks and I caressed them as the kiss deepened.

   "Oh wow," she said breaking our kiss.  "I am so wet just from kissing
you.  What's next?"

   "Let's get you out of that dress of yours."

   "It's called a habit and whatever you want Marius." She replied as she
unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor.  I was
surprised to see the sexy black bra and panties beneath.  She took off the
head piece and ran fingers through her short cropped hair.  "Am I too old?"

   "Oh no, you look amazing," I told her and she blushed.  "You are in
amazing shape."

   "Thank you," she said in her best coy schoolgirl voice.  "What's next?"

   "Getting to know you," I said as I walked up behind her and cupped her
tits.  "Relax and let me do everything for now."

   "MMMMM...  I am all yours," she purred as I unhooked her bra.

   Her tits were bigger even than my mom's.  I played with them even as she
ground her ass against my cock.  The towel covering my erection eventually
fell off.  Now the only thing separating us was the thin layer of material
made up by her panties.  I kissed her neck and pinched her nipples as
Gloria tugged her panties down to just above her knees.  Now when she
pushed back the shaft of my cock slid below and against her soaked sex.

   "I can't wait much longer Marius," she moaned as the coy was replaced
with sultry.

   "Patience, just a little longer," I told her and she growled in
disappointment.

   I teased the both of us until we could no longer hold back.  I pulled
back and as I pushed forward Gloria bent forward altering the attack angle
and I slid to her core in one long motion.  We both cried out the same two
words but two different meanings.

   "OH Shit," I growled.

   "Oh SHIT," she howled.

   What happened next is a bit of a blur.  We somehow ended up with her
kneeling on the couch and me behind her hammering her pussy without mercy
and without stopping until the end.  Gloria clutched the top of the couch
for all she was worth as my cock pounded her like a steam engine.  Her
first orgasm was on an epic scale.  She cried out so loud I feared they
could call the cops again.  I stopped long enough to flip her so that she
was sitting on the couch with her ass at the edge of the cushions.  I
wanted to see her faces as I slammed into her.

   "I can slow down...  if you want," I offered.

   "Don't...  don't you dare," she said smiling wickedly.

   "I am so sorry about Dusty," I said since I had nothing to lose at this
point.

   "I miss him so much," she replied blinking away the tears.  "Oh god you
are getting bigger inside of me."

   "Yeah, I am really close," I warned her.  "Where...  do you want it?"

   "Oh, I uh...  guess inside is okay," she purred.  "It's not like I can
have kids.  He always wanted a son."

   "From my perspective you are doing a bang up job."

   "Can I..." she said and stopped reasserting the roleplaying again.  "Can
I try being on top next time?"

   "Hell yeah...  oh sorry..." I said and we both laughed.

   I kept up that breakneck speed until I lost control.  As I fired my load
into her, her body shook and she came right along with me.  I knelt there
covered in sweat clinging to her and wondering if Tabitha had called her
after they had left.

   "Do you believe in miracles?" I asked as I held her.

   "I used to," she replied.  "Why do you ask?"

   I told her what had really happened tonight.  I held nothing back and
she let me talk until I finished.  She looked at the ring and the markings.
Her expression was thoughtful and she turned the band so she could see all
the totem animals.

   "I worked with a Jesuit back in the day, one of the scientist priests
for ten years.  We traveled the world debunking many so called miracles.  I
asked him if he had ever seen a real life miracle.  He said that only once
in his career did he see something that defied reason and sanity.  He said
it was tied to the legend of the Five Kings.  The legend goes that the god
of blacksmiths Vaul, also known as Hephaestus, Ptah and many other names
crafted five mystical rings.  Supposedly, each ring embodied one of the
five elements, fire, air, earth, water and ether.  The Jesuit said he had
seen the King of Water form a water spout out on a lake on a clean
cloudless day.  If the Five Kings do exist perhaps you have the King of
Earth or Ether."

   "Is there a Vampire King," I asked remembering the way it sucked the
life right out of the thief.

   "Whatever you do be careful," she advised as she pushed me down onto my
back.  "The Five Kings, if they are real, carry heavy burdens as well as
curses.  Now let me suck you off so I can ride you my fine stallion."

   "As you wish my lady," I told her as she tentatively began licking and
sucking.

   My aunt closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she went down on me. 
She had cast aside her nun persona and was now some sort of lady and I was
her play thing.  She may have worked for a priest but she sucked cock like
a pro.  She knew every sensitive spot on my erection and exploited it. 
Only when she had me painfully erect did she get ready to mount her
stallion.  Gloria sat in my lap and then rose up, took me in hand and
guided me into her womanly gate.

   "I'm going to fuck you now," she purred.  "Ye gods you are so much
bigger than Dusty was."

   She sunk down slowly getting used to my greater girth.  Inch by inch I
slid until I was hilted inside my lady dear.  She gasped as her eyes slid
shut.

   "Dear god you are all the way in," she blasphemed.  "I could get used to
this."

   "Try making slow circles with your hips," I suggested.

   "Like this...  oh that's the ticket!"

   Soon it was my aunt that was covered in sweat and on the brink of orgasm
again.  She was slamming her hips in short bursts of speed that drove me
deep each and every time.  I thrust upward to meet her now and that did the
trick.  A minute or so later she was clutching me and holding on for all
she was worth.  She panted in my ear how much she adored my cock.  Without
warning she whispered the quartet of lines that burned into my memory.

   'The Five Kings were crafted by Vaul,

   The Five Kings, one man they shall call.

   Air to Water and Earth to Fire,

   Ether to bind, a force so dire.'

   Who was Vaul?  Was it simply another name for Vulcan or Govannon?  Maybe
it had all been a mad dream?  I rolled my aunt onto back and took charge
once more.  She seemed to like that.  I placed her legs over my shoulders
and showed her a whole new depth of pleasure.  I watched intently as her
mouthed widened in shock and her eyes practically rolled up into her head.
She took her god's name in vain a lot that night.  As promised I pierce her
throat, her pussy and even her ass.

   My aunt and I ended our reunion near sunrise tucked in my bed and tired
as only the truly wicked can be at that ungodly hour.  I dreamt of the Five
Kings.  Five thrones and five men seated upon them.  Each man, from the
wizened Arthurian to the young and brash warrior, wore a striking ring of
rare metal and equally rare stone.  Each band bore a single stone of
unearthly beauty.  This wasn't my ring.  My ring carried the burden of five
stones.  So it couldn't be one of the Five Kings.  That was a relief or was
it.  If it wasn't one of the five then where did it come from and who had
made it?

   I woke suddenly and checked to make sure my ring was still there, it was
and it wasn't.  The ring had changed overnight.  The iridium band was no
longer adorned with the iconic totem animals, now it was decorated with a
circuit board design and a singular infinity sign between two of the now
triangular stones.  It was flashy and fit the modern era perfectly.  The
grooves forming the circuit board were laser thin and of inhuman accuracy.

   I was just glad it was safe and sound.  I let out a sigh of relief and
looked to see that Gloria was on her side facing away from me.  I spooned
behind her and pulled her close, so close in fact that my morning wood
eased into her like a welcome lover.  I didn't move I just closed my eyes
and enjoyed the simple intimacy.

   I awoke some time later to the soft grunts and sensuous pleasure of
Gloria, moving ever so patiently as she fucked me in my sleep.  I kept my
eyes shut and listened as she stole this moment of sexual incognito.  Her
thrusts became more urgent and her words even more so.

   "Don't wake up...  I would be so damn embarrassed...  so close...  so
fucking close...  NNNNNN I can feel you swelling inside of me as well. 
Come with me Marius.  Shoot that sweet load deep inside of me."

   All this she whispered in harsh tones as her own body betrayed her.  I
felt her pussy clamp down around me as she climaxed and a moment later my
salvo reached its mark.  She purred and praised the sleeping man behind
her. Like me she refused to disentangle our bodies, content to feel my
fallow member inside of her.

   "I had the strangest dream," I said one minute later.  "A demon swooped
down and rode me while I slept.  I came inside of her and she giggled on
her way back to hell."

   "You were awake the entire time weren't you," she chastised me.

   "No, to be honest I woke up a few wonderful minutes ago."

   "I need to go.  I want to find information on the Five Kings for you."
She said smiling with that post orgasmic glow of purest satisfaction.

   "No need, this isn't one of the Kings," I told her.  "I had a dream. 
The Five Kings are simple bands with a single glorious stone upon them. 
This thing upon my hand is something else entirely.  I appreciate your help
though."

   "There is a bullet hole downstairs," Gloria said.  "I want to dig it out
and examine it."

   "Go ahead," I said not sure what was real anymore.  "Tell me what you
find."

   My aunt smiled and kissed my cheek.  She got up and I closed my eyes.  I
heard her walk out to the kitchen and then to the living room.  I heard the
distinct sound of metal on wood as she dug out the slug.  If I had been
shot there would have been blood everywhere.  The police would have seen
it. Hell, mom and Tabitha would have seen something.

   "Got it...ewwww...  you should take a look at this," Gloria called from
the living room.

   I got up and went out to see what she had discovered.  I saw her holding
her cellphone above the bullet.  She looked pale and with a flash she took
a photo of the slug.  Gloria handed me the phone and I magnified the image
on the screen.  There it was tiny bits of matter on the bullet.  It wasn't
much but it was enough to remove any doubt.  I had been shot.

   I sat there as Gloria showered, dressed and left.  I never said a word.
I was twisting the iridium ring on my finger.  I had been thinking about
everything that had transpired since I put it on.  The death of the thief
and there was the odd knowledge of taking apart the lock and knowing how to
repair the door.  Had the thief known those things?  Had I not only been
healed by the ring but perhaps I had absorbed his raw knowledge too.

   I reluctantly got up and showered.  I dressed and went out to knock on
the land lord's door.  He came out and I told him I was on my way to the
store to get lumber.  I would fix the door and save him a few dollars by
having to hire someone.  He thanked me and helped me get a precise
measurement of the wood I would need.  I locked up and headed out.  The sky
looked overcast and I cursed.  The smell of rain was in the air as I drove
to the home improvement store.

   I stepped in and was overwhelmed at the sheer size of the place.  I
sniffed the air and caught the scent of freshly cut lumber.  It also helped
that there was a huge sign that read 'lumber'.  I walked back and took a
number.  Half an hour later I was giving the burly guy manning the saw the
dimensions I required.  He picked out a proper piece and had it cut to my
specs in no time at all.  He placed it on a trolley and wheeled it over to
the checkout isle.  I paid for the wood and he wheeled it out to my car.  I
tied a red rag on one end and headed home.

   As I was driving back though I caught sight of a small shop and parked
in back.  It seemed so familiar and yet I know I had never set foot in
there.  I walked into the resale shop and the sense of déjà vu was so
strong I was dizzy for a moment.  I looked around but my feet seemed to
take me to one particular glass case.  Two items caught my attention
instantly, the lock pick set and the balisong or what most people called a
butterfly knife.  A gal about my age walked up and asked me if I would like
to see anything in the case.

   "I'd like to see the lock pick set and the balisong Kate," I said with
barely a glance upward.

   "How did you know my name was Kate?  We've never met before." She
replied cautiously.

   "You look like a Kate," I said looking up and making eye contact with
her.

   She smiled and set the two items on top of the glass cabinet.  I looked
at the lock pick set first.  I examined the tools and felt they were in
good condition.  I set it down and picked up the knife.  I used my pinkie
and unlocked the catch at the base of the handle and with three quick rolls
of my wrist the blade was open and the two halves of the handle together in
the palm of my hand.

   "I'll take them both," I said as I took out my wallet and paid for them.

   She wrote out my receipt and on the back was her phone number.  I
wondered if it was the items or the fact that I knew her name.  It didn't
really matter I suppose.  I folded the knife with a reversal of wrist
gestures and placed it in my back pocket.  The tools I put in my jacket.  I
drove home and repaired the door jam in a few hours.  I was quite pleased
with my handiwork.  I had never done this sort of work before and yet there
was that sense of familiarity and confidence.  I knew I could do it without
fail.

   I had just finished putting away the tools when mom pulled up.  When she
stepped out of her car the reason for her visit was quite clear.  The short
denim skirt she was sporting screamed fuck me Marius.  I picked up the
broom and swept the saw dust and wood bits out onto the front porch.  I
gathered it into a pile and collected it in the dust pan.  As I was bent
over I was able to see up my mom's skirt.  Any doubt about her visit was
removed.

   "No panties," I said and she smiled.  "Oh and you shaved for me."

   "Yes...  I shaved just for you," she whispered as I stood up.  "Can I
come in and play?"

   "Well...  I guess so," I told her as I gestured for her to go first.

   "Nice job Marius, it looks like a pro did it."

   We walked in and I locked the door behind us.  I went to the kitchen and
dumped the wood bits into the trash.  When I turned around mom was in the
living room and kneeling in front of my favorite chair.  I grabbed a bottle
of soda and a beer.  I walked in and sat in my chair.  I offered her the
beer and she set it on the coffee table.  I opened my soda as my mother
unzipped my pants and freed my cock.

   "You patched a spot on the wall," she said just before she began licking
the underside of my dick.

   "That's where the bullet hit," I told her.

   "MMMMMMM," she moaned as she took me into her mouth.  "MMMMMMM..."

   The humming drove me crazy and I was rock hard in no time at all.  I
sipped my soda as she sucked me off.  It was so casual the way she knelt
there with her son's cock between her talented lips.  As she began
deepthroating me I shared one of my fantasies about tying her up and doing
all manner of wicked things to her.  Her moaning increased and I went on
and asked her how she would feel about a three-way with me and another guy.
I asked how she would like to be the center of attention.  Her moaning
around my cock reached a frantic level.

   "Damn, if I knew you wanted to be DP'd so bad I would have done it a
while ago."

   I clenched my teeth as her eager tongue swirled and teased the head of
my cock.  I almost dropped my open soda bottle.  She wanted to show me how
bad she wanted me and my brother inside of her.  I told her how we had
double teamed his wife.  How she had lost it and nearly fainted when I shot
my load in her ass.  Okay, so it was a little bit of an embellishment, no
harm done really.  I put the lip on my soda and let her finish me off.  I
grabbed the arms of the chair and was about to warn her when she pushed me
over the edge.

   "God damn..." I cried out as I fired my load down her throat.  She
swallowed like a good little slut and sat on my lap and asked who the third
might be.  "I will let you figure that out.  If you know someone that is
fine by me, if not we could pick someone out together."

   Mom turned around and positioned my semi hard cock between her ass
cheeks and rocked slowly.  She told me how bad she wanted to have my cock
up her ass while my brother's was in her pussy.  The more she talked about
it the harder I got.  I was expecting her to just lift up and ease me
between her pussy lips but that wasn't on her agenda.  She was going to
prove her commitment to me.  She reached into her purse and took out a
small bottle of lube.  Mom got my cock all slick and eased the tip into her
ass.  It was slow but steady work on her part.  When the head finally
popped into her she let out a huge sigh of relief.

   "Oh damn mom," I whimpered.

   "Let me do the moving so you don't wreck me, okay." She said as she
pushed backward and impaled her ass on my dick.  "Oh god it's been so damn
long."

   Before I knew it she was rocking her hips and fucking me with her tight
little ass.  My hands returned to the arms of the chair.  As she rode me
she diddled her clit.  She was making all sorts of rude noises as she
fucked me.  I was the passive partner in all of this.  Mom managed to twist
her body around so that she was facing me now without my cock ever leaving
her ass.

   "I want to see your expression when you shoot your cum into my ass," she
growled.  "Play with my clit lover."

   She took ahold of the arms of the chair now and used that for leverage.
She rose up and slammed down onto me.  The force was enough to make me lose
my breath for a moment.  I found her clit and began to tease that as she
made slow circles with her hips.  Her fuck faces were as exciting to watch
as my own I imagined.  Her eyes closed and she was muttering one curse
after the other as she drove my cock deep into her over and over again.  My
fingers rubbed her sensitive button of flesh and had her on the brink in
short order.

   "I'm gonna..." she began.

   "Cum..." I finished.

   Pulses of hot fluid hit her insides and she howled and climaxed around
me.  I held her close and she cried as she stared at the patched bullet
hole above our heads.

   "I...  was so scared when I heard..." she wept.

   "I am fine," I told her as I felt her body shudder above me.

   "You fucked my sister," she giggled as she nibbled my ear.

   "Yes, yes I did," I admitted as she changed the subject away from the
painful one.  "I shagged her rotten."

   "She had the audacity to call me and brag about it.  She told me how you
fucked her so hard she couldn't walk.  Is that true?" She asked and I
nodded.  "Do you love me Marius?"

   "Of course I do!"

   "Prove it..." were the last two coherent words out of her for a long
time.




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