Chapter 8: Eight Days A Week

That night, the Syke family limo eased to the curb outside Cassidy’s apartment building. Manfred cut the engine and pulled the keys with a heavy sigh of hesitation.

“You don’t have to go in.” Cassidy kept her arms folded as she gazed up at the dimly lit window that led to her room. She sat solemnly in the front passenger seat, shoulders slumped. “I’m sure she’s sleeping.”

“Are you going to tell her?” Manfred’s voice was grave. He turned to her, watching her flustered face for a response. “You have to tell her, Cass.”

“No.” She shook her head with certainty. “I absolutely do not need to tell her. It would kill her. She hates that family. If I tell her I got engaged tt Sunny and might be having a Skye baby in nine months, she’ll just die—I know it.”

“So you’re plan is to hide it from her until she dies?” Manfred’s words jabbed at Cassidy. She flinched.

“I’m just trying to fix it.” Cassidy shut her eyes and muttered. “She hates that I’m so close with Sunny. I don’t blame her. He’d still be here if Dad weren’t on that plane with Sunny’s parents.” Flustered, she snatched her glasses and furiously rubbed the fogged lenses on her shirt. “Why aren’t you more angry? Why did you let me hang out with her?”

“Nobody’s even been able to tell you what to do, Cass. You insisted on being Miss Skye’s assistant—”

“UNCLE MANNY, STOP!” Cassidy screamed. “I DON’T WANT TO PLAY THIS STUPID GAME ANYMORE.” The more Manfred tried to soothe her, the louder she got. “SHE’S A HORRIBLE PERSON FROM A HORRIBLE FAMILY, UNCLE MANNY. AND ALL OUR FAMILY DOES IS SERVE THEM!!”

☼☼☼

My name is Sunny Skye. I’ll be 19. I must decide which one of my five remaining girlfriends to marry to gain control of my family business and estate. If I’m not married, I won’t inherit any of the fortune awaiting me-- not for another ten years. I had a lot to lose.

So you’d think I’d be proactive, right? That’s what I implied yesterday. Monday night, I cried for what seemed like hours. I bawled my big blue eyes out over my hopeless situation. Did I mention I had a cock? I’ve been using that a lot over the last week.

Tuesday, I fixed the door that Brandi had broken the previous day. While I could say my situation was complicated, I knew it wasn’t. Brandi had broken Cass and me up quite effectively. If not for her, I’d be married already; Fuck.

By Tuesday night, I was drunk, stumbling around my room, kicking around the laundry. I paced the area near my bed, struggling to think. That’s why I didn’t hear Brandi return. Her presence stopped me dead in my tracks, but I said nothing. I let her cup my cheek and kiss me.

“Hey, Sunny.” She whispered. “I’m sorry about yelling.”

“You did more than yell, Brandi.” I pulled my face away from her warm, balmy grip. “Why did you do that?” I squeaked.

“It’s complicated,” Brandi said with some unease. “I just think you and I.” She moved my face back to her lips and kissed me again. “You and I should be enough for each other.” Her next kiss invaded my mouth. She forced her tongue past my teeth to mash it against mine. It left a thick line of drool connecting our lips as she pulled away. “You don’t need Cassidy.” She hushed my objections as she guided me back to the bed.

“Okay.” I caved with a breathless whisper as Brandi undressed me. There was nothing seductive or playful about it. Before I knew it, her cock throbbed inside me. Brandi’s weight kept me from moving as she thrust. I squeaked and fidgeted as my heart pounded. Brandi buried her face in the nape of my neck. Her hot breath clung to my skin and made it crawl.

I eased a long breath from my lungs and tried to relax. My pussy was finally wet enough to take Brandi’s girth. The sloshing sound in my cunt commingled with our moans. I swear you’d think I was enjoying myself. I occasionally winced with some discomfort. Her rocky abs were crushing my cock. I was so relieved when her muscles tensed with her orgasm-- less relieved when she didn’t pull out.

“UGH!” I kicked my legs when Brandi shot her slime inside me. “Brandi, you’re coming in me!”

“Calm down, Sunny,” Brandi grunted in irritation. She took her time, slipping her wilting cock out of me. She rolled away and collected her clothing.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed, scanning my floor for a towel or anything to clean up. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Shut up.” The bitch rolled her eyes. “It was an accident.”

“No! It wasn’t.” I cried tears of shame as I shoved my school uniform blouse up my cunt. “You didn’t even try to pull out.”

“OKAY! I’M SORRY.” She turned back with her arms wide open, screaming. “Happy now?”

Such is life with Brandi in heat.

Like most futanari, Brandi and I have short cycles of surging hormone levels. Procreation is all we think about. The last time Brandi was in one of her moods, it meant an entire summer week of Brandi coming over and interrupting any movie Cass and I watched. Her terse “Sunny. Bedroom. Now.” It always caused Cassidy and me to look at each other before following my cousin up the stairs.

Our sex was always brief, and that was the only thing predictable about it. Sometimes Brandi would finish inside my pussy, my ass, my mouth, on my stomach, in my hair. Moreover, Brandi’s hygiene was terrible. She’d surf all day, then flop her dirty, stinky body on mine. UGH. The whole thing still gives me shivers. I’d wake up retching, her stench clinging to my body. The thought of being pregnant terrified me. Thank god for Cassidy. She held me every night after Brandi left. I fell in love with her during that ordeal. Sigh.

Brandi left for the beach, and I retreated to the shower. I stood under the water and pissed Brandi’s filth out of me, trying to figure out how to spend the rest of the day.

I sobered up a few hours later as dusk loomed, just in time to catch Alice at our favorite cafe downtown. The sunset died against our sides at our table near the window. The temperature had dropped, and Alice bundled herself in an oversized green hoodie. She bunched the long sleeves at her palm and brushed the messy blond bangs from her face. “You’re not eating.” Alice gave me a half-smile and then eyed my food.

I smiled back. “Not too hungry, I guess.” My bare legs kicked underneath the table with a nervous rhythm.

Alice nodded and nudged her plate away. “Yeah, me neither.” She bounced her ass in the seat a few times and tilted her head at me. “All that morning sickness.”

I’m sure my eyes bugged out of their sockets. My jaw hit the table. “Oh my god,” I whispered.

“Sunny, what the fuck?” Alice cackled. “Really? It’s been like a week. I don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said that.” I snapped.

“It was a joke, Sunny.” She shrugged.

“Joke with someone else.” I snapped. The cafe wasn’t crowded, but every one of the dozen cafe patrons turned their head to gawk at the crazy blonde girl who raised their voice in such an uptown establishment. I leered over the table at Alice and had to sit back in my chair before I even resembled normal. “Sorry,” I muttered.

Alice shrugged. “I won’t bring it up again until I know for sure.”

Guilt weighed in my chest for snapping at Alice. It wasn’t her fault things were unraveling. I stared at my food again, a half-eaten pile of mixed greens on porcelain flatware. It was all I could do to avoid hurling it across the room. “I should go.”

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to lunch?” She scrunched her face. “What’s going on, Sunny?”

My chair made an annoying screeching sound as I stood. “I planned to ask you something. But I can’t do this. I can’t marry you, Alice.”

I watched her eyes drift to the floor as she sighed. She digested each word separately before responding. “That’s fine.” She whispered, clearing her throat. “Thanks for considering it.” She turned to hide her face. “Maybe you should go after all.”