Chapter 7: Drama Squared

We got home, _MY_ new home, and went inside. After Izzy put her stuff away I asked her to come with me and drive my Jeep back to my new place.

I felt like a two-day-old fish, smelly and dead. Everyone else was wiped out, too. We took showers and climbed into my monster bed. All four girls joined me stark naked, well - except Peyton. She needed her skivvy’s on still. Young naked girls are pretty nice to sleep with.

I was glad the girls decided to move in with me after the blowout with Brooke.

The next morning, I was drinking an espresso and looking across the pool at the privacy fence. It made me realize I had left the bunnies at Brooke’s house. I had also left a zillion eggs over there.

I made bacon and eggs for breakfast. There was a part of one loaf of bread in the fridge. It was still good, so I made French toast. The stove here has a center section that has a built-in griddle. The stove is propane. Man, do I love cooking with gas?

The girls started to arrive soon after the smell of bacon had permeated the house.

As I ate and the girls helped, I texted Brooke, “Can I come over? I left my bunnies and a ton of eggs.”

She texted right back, “Please. I know nothing about rabbits, and there are too many eggs here.”

“See you soon.”

Brooke met me at the door.

She was crying, “I’m Sorry, I’m so very sorry. I ruined everything. I never meant everyone to leave. It’s horrible. Was I that much of a bitch?”

I said, “I am not sure. I was out a lot working. I never felt welcome here by you. When I saw the other house, I saw my way out. I knew I wasn’t going to be happy here. I didn’t mean to make the others leave you like that.”

She was in my arms now and soaking my shirt.

I remembered having licked her cute little red-haired pussy.

I said, “Why did you act that way towards me. I even licked you down there.”

She said, “Didn’t you know. You took my Mom’s Jeep. That was going to be _MY_ Jeep in two years.”

I said, “Shit! I never thought about that, Brooke. First off, as far as I know, you don’t drive. Second, how was I to know you were promised the Jeep. It’s just a car to me, for crying out loud. You could have said something.”

She said, “As if. I am a small girl, and you are a huge, gruff man. There was no way I was going to say anything to you. You scare the crap out of me.”

I said, “So. You went underground and stirred everyone up against me behind my back. You got yourself all in a snit. How did that work for you? Nobody had an idea that was supposed to be your car. If they did, they didn’t tell me. There are a dozen jeeps like that one within five miles of here. This is such a mess, hon.”

She clutched me hard and buried her face in my armpit.

She quietly said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The worst part is I realized I am the last Caldwell living. I could never have had a baby now. I have made myself the end of my line.”

I chuckled, “I would have gotten over it. How many pretty little redheads are around here. I have two redheads, and my little head wins any discussion when it comes to pretty girls.”

She said, “You think I’m pretty? Uh, there are two other classmates with red hair.”

I said, “Goody. You should offer the other red-headed girls rooms here. Once a week, I could come over and have ‘redhead night.’ I would enjoy _that_.”

She smiled and gently kissed my cheek, “I get first dibs on a baby. Isobel is the other redhead. I’ll think about the house of Red. That’s what the other girls might call it.”

I said, “Are we good here? I will carry out the rabbits and their things. Plus, I’ll take some of the eggs. I’ll bring back your Mom’s car tomorrow or the next day.”

She said, “I’m good if you are. Hold me a minute. I have to know you don’t hate me. I was so mixed up and worried.”

“Oh, Hon, I never hated you. I thought you hated me.”

Standing, my hands dropped right to her butt almost naturally. Her snuggling her face into my neck had revved up my motor a little.

I kissed her, and we were soon in a real clinch. I pulled her ass into me. She was wearing thin shorts, and so was I.

After many minutes of kissing and grinding our parts together, I picked her up and walked with her up the stairs. I set her on the monster king bed and began to strip her.

Every piece of clothing I removed required I lick and nibble at any newly revealed bit of pink flesh. Mere minutes later, I stuck my tongue as deep into Brooke as I could.

Her hips rose up into the air.

“WHAAaaaaaaa.”

Brooke began to spasm and thrash about as I reamed her pussy. Her tight pussy kept squeezing my tongue. I must have hit a special spot because she was on fire. I remember her pussy taste, but not her having this much passion.

I was able to strip my clothes in seconds, and I looked down at her with her legs just apart enough for me to see heaven. I eased myself into her little pussy slowly.

I looked down at my happy dick in her. I looked at Brooke’s red, fluffy pubes in particular. What a sight, what a scent she has. I kissed her, and she returned it hard as I reached my goal of reaching the bottom.

I slowly tried to build up my thrusts, but she often reacted by moving wrong. She would move _with_ me. She would rise up with me when I withdrew. We were moving up and down together. That resulted in too little friction.

I coached her on how to move against my movements because that works better. When I move down, she comes up to me, when I withdraw, she relaxes back to the bed. After we set up a good rhythm and worked out our timing, she began whimpering at every thrust.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn.”

I was soon taking long, deep thrusts into her.

She said, “Oooooohh, don’t poke into me any deeper. I can’t take it!”

I was tapping against the far end of her vagina on every thrust. It was tickling my glans like hell, and I was barely hanging on. It feels excruciatingly good.

I was more than ready; I had no sex last night. Now I am dipping my wick in a *new* red-haired teen pussy, and she’s tight, real tight, and so very appreciative.

I mumbled, “Fuck me, Brooke - fuck me.”

She loudly exclaimed, “C-cum inside meee, it’s alright, I want your baby. Gimme a _BABY_, Jack.

“Paaleeeese ... Jack. EEEEEeeeeeee ... UH! UH! UH! oohhhhhhhhhhhnnnn...”

I held her tight as I squirted my baby makers deep into her.

I grunted, “Ung.”

I stayed up high on my hands and knees. I felt Brooke’s clutching, churning tight pussy. I remained in the up position as I let my dick stew in her steamy little tight pussy. Her aftershocks continued keeping me hard.

She had wrapped her legs around me and held me tight against her vulva. That kept my glans trapped against the far end of her tunnel. I just knew I had plugged her up, trapping my fluids up next to her cervix. We stayed that way for some time. Eventually, she relaxed, and her legs flopped to the side.

I grabbed her and rolled us over. I was not done. After rolling over, I kissed her with her on top. She smiled. I had not gone soft, although I was not hard as I was. She sat up a little and experimented with moving in different ways.

That felt very nice, and after several minutes of that, we set up a slow rhythm. Brooke would try different movements and I decided I liked it better this way. With her on top of me, it enabled her to go slow and try doing different things, to experiment some.

I was not getting into a groove where I felt the need to cum. That allowed me to enjoy Brooke longer. I love the dark pink of her areolas when she’s excited. My dick was a very happy boy just being in her and looking at her happy face.

I had not seen her face this way before. I realized she had often been tight or strained-looking. I realized she had been emotionally wrought and on edge since we had arrived.

I rubbed my hands all over her little strawberry-tipped nipples. She liked it best when I just pet her. That made her get more into hunching me more. I shifted her down an inch or two, and she found a spot where I was rubbing her little happy button just right. The moderate hunching soon became hard grinding.

She began to tire, so I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her down hard, and ground myself into her. I knew she was close when her pussy grasped and released, grasped and released on me. Her breathing became very labored. Her pussy clenched tightly, and she shook and screamed.

“Ohhhh, YESSSS ... it’s hottt ... SOOoo fulllll!...”

Lucky for me, she’s so tight because the squeezing and tightness prompted me to cum again. I could not help but come from looking up at her gorgeous youth and beauty. Brooke could have been a teen fashion model. She was past the age she could have started doing that. She looks years younger than her 18 years. Her face was entirely different now when she looks my way. Now she likes me.

As we came down from our long session, I had time to contemplate Brooke’s change. By my having been alone so long, I did not realize the depth that Brooke and the other girls had reached. Mentally, they had been at the point of breaking down.

Their entire lives had been turned topsy-turvy. I was already alone and used to being alone. Where they had lost their parents and brothers and sisters, I had lost nothing.