Tapestry Book 4: Straight, No Chaser
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Chapter 5: A man, A plan, A canal
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: A man, A plan, A canal - Our survivor recalls his senior year in high school as a time when he got almost everything he thought he wanted, but can he keep it in spite of his own flaws? Regardless of his decisions, the status quo he has become comfortable with is going to end.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Reluctant Romantic Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Pregnancy Slow Violence
The rest of the night was pure indulgence on my part. I tried to block out what the fact that Moira knew and what it meant for everything I’d built in the just over two years since I’d landed in this backwater. I took delight in pushing GG and the grandmother to their limits just to keep myself from thinking. I did the requisite aftercare of course, but I ended up leaving them passed out on the grandmother’s bed after I’d used the familial ‘off button’ on them in turn.
I moved upstairs to my once and I thought soon-to-be-future room. I stared at the ceiling for a few hours before slipping my nightskin on and giving into the pull of the night. On my fourth tour of the town, I had a plan. By my sixth my feet had started to hurt. I returned and slept for a couple of hours.
I woke up and made my way downstairs and took over the kitchen. I made breakfast and set it out. The Grandmother meandered down first and sat at the table and ate the plate I’d provided. She poked at the eggs before speaking, “You cooked.”
I caught her eye and spoke as softly as I could and cursed myself as a bit of steel still invaded my voice, “I will never let you go hungry.”
She gave me a genuine smile and I offered my practiced one back. At the time, I thought I was showing respect; that I was telling her that I would take care of her as she had taken care of me. She understood what I actually meant even if I didn’t at the time. It would take me far too long to realize that I’d loved the grandmother and had told her that in a way she would best understand it.
GG appeared not long after. After we’d eaten I pulled her aside, “I need you to do a couple of things for me.”
She shook her head, “Yesterday was amazing, but I’m too sore and I need to go to work. You really have potential.”
“Not that. What do you mean potential?”
“The scene. I would’ve preferred talking it through first, but you ... honestly, goosebumps. It was a great performance.” She paused to glance at the grandmother, “And I got to do things I’d dreamed about. I ... I was thinking about seeing where things would go with Pete, but I know he’ll never be able to do that. You’ll just get better.”
I sat down on the sectional. The weight of the potential consequences hit me. I hadn’t intended to throw her relationship into jeopardy. I sighed, “If you like him, you should see where it goes. Even if he fully meets your needs. I can keep helping you out till you’re ready, but I don’t want you holding yourself back from something real because of me.”
She sounded a bit timid, “Is that what you want?”
“You deserve to be happy, to have something real.” My mind briefly flashed on Sarah. “I don’t want to stand in the way of that. I’m happy to continue things, but you should explore things with Paul.”
“Pete. So, I can probably blow you if you want, but we don’t have time for anything else.”
I shook off the thought, “Not that. You might need to be late though.” She sat on the sectional next to me. I could almost hear her heart beating. She waited apprehensively till I handed her an envelope, “First there is some money in there and a list. The girls want you to do some shopping for their Christmas presents and I added a couple of things I want as well. If there is anything else you; feel free. If you need more money, I’ll cover it when you get back.”
She gave a genuine smile and raised her hand and stroked the silken choker, “You’ll need something like this for Moira.”
I shook my head, “No, I don’t need anything like that. The thing I need you to do now is I want you to write out the entire events of the day she was in the box. Leave me out of it; just say ‘a man’ and sign it.”
She looked confused and sort of squeaked, “Why?”
“Robert deserves to know she hasn’t changed. I don’t know what the fuck you two were thinking with that.”
“She just wants to be close to you. Any way she can. Are you really trying to break her marriage? Do you hate her that much.”
“No. I don’t care about that. This is about what is right. Robert is a decent guy. He has deluded himself into thinking Moira has changed. This proves she isn’t. She may not be drinking, but she didn’t give a shit about her marriage and was happy to cheat on him. I’m surprised she isn’t drinking already.”
She stared at me and I could tell she was trying to figure out what to say, “You think me writing this out will hurt my sister and you want me to do it.”
“Robert deserves the truth.”
“Why are you upset at your mother ‘cheating’ when you don’t have a problem sleeping with me when I have a boyfriend? Or your sister when she is married/”
“Those situations are entirely different. YOU told your boyfriend you were sleeping with someone else. He knows what he is involved with. You were honest. And Mickey Mouse is a piece of shit.
Moira is pretending she has changed and Robert deserves better.”
“He knows.”
“Bullshit! You’re telling me Robert knows she tried to have sex with her son?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know about that, but he knows she was going to get laid.”
“You’re not serious?”
She nodded and spoke softly, “Not all relationships are the same.”
I shook my head, “Then write the letter and sign it. If you’re telling the truth and she was honest about it, it won’t ‘hurt your sister’ and you’ve no reason to refuse.”
The conversation didn’t end there, but eventually she wrote the letter, I reviewed it, and I elicited a promise not to tell Moira I was in the know. Not that I had much faith in GG’s ability to keep a promise.
After GG left for work, I had the grandmother drive me into town. I went through a K-mart and replaced the important electronics I would be losing to my ‘grounding’ and the inevitable fallout from the letter. Robert had paid for them, so they were his in my eyes. I bought a new stereo. I considered one that played vinyl, but didn’t want to spend too much of the dragon horde. I bought a cheap VCR as well. When it came to the video games I only replaced one of the consoles he’d bought. I played the n64 more frequently and Tracy had become fond of Mario Kart. I replaced the game boy as well as there was a newer model. I didn’t bother to replace the games themselves. I intended to take them with me when I returned to the grandmother’s.
After that, I had her stop at the grocery store and replenished my supplies as well as what I’d ‘borrowed’ from Moira’s kitchen. I dropped the electronics back at the grandmother’s before heading toward Robert’s and thanking her profusely for ferrying me about.
When I got to Robert’s I went in through my private entrance. I gathered all the electronics he had purchased except for the television which I had no intention of carrying up two flights of stairs and bagged them in trash bags. I climbed the stairs and pocketed the padlock.
Never know when I’ll need one.
I replaced the food I’d borrowed. And then took the electronics up towards the 2nd floor. I wasn’t sure precisely when, but Moira had taken to sleeping in one of the three bedrooms on the main floor most nights and Robert’s bedroom was still on the second floor. I wasn’t sure if the change was due to the difference in work schedules or if they were already having problems.
The second floor was divided into two main sections. The stairs opened into a makeshift office space for Robert’s real estate holdings. The shelf that my father’s collections had been on was mostly empty now except for a gold model of the Enterprise.
I set the bags in front of the door to his bedroom and slid the envelope GG had prepared under the door. I headed back towards the basement and began to pack my stuff. I’d gained quite a bit more than I was used too; two full trash bags of clothes, the games and a box of VHS tapes, my CDs, two boxes of books, my kitchen equipment I’d been stockpiling for dorm life, and another bag of random junk. I’d spent so long able to live out of two bags the difference was striking.
I took stock of it. Jill’s truck would be the easiest way to move it; any of the other girls’ vehicles would probably work, but it might get tight. I looked at the weight bench and dumbbells. I’d gotten in the habit of using them regularly, but Robert had bought them, so they’d have to stay. I’d have to replace them, but I wasn’t sure where at the grandmother’s I could put a similar set up.
I presumed Moira would end up in the cedar room. Mindy’s room was too small unless I removed her bed. I would likely have to put it on the lower porch which would make winter workouts a bit uncomfortable.
Lucy was another concern. I’d have to have a licensed driver ride along as I drove her to Valleyview. I wasn’t willing to risk getting pulled over without one and I had no intention of letting anyone else behind the wheel.
I decided on a nap. I stripped down and took advantage of the larger bed while I could after all, I’d not slept that much the night before. After a couple of hours, I woke up and made myself a bag of popcorn before settling in with a book.
I was about three quarters of the way through the book when Robert appeared through the beads. He was dressed in a dirty flannel shirt and his hair looked like he hadn’t showered in a couple of days. He scanned the room and stopped for a moment to stare at my bagged and boxed possessions. He then turned to me and winced, “Don’t you ever wear clothes?”
I sighed and grabbed a discarded T-shirt and used it to cover my bits, “What do you want Robert?”
He stood there for a moment as if contemplating how to start the conversation or which conversation to start, “A few things. First, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Yelling. I ... I should’ve known better than to talk to someone with your history like that. I was just cranky from being woken up. I haven’t made this shift back to nightshift as easily as I have in the past.”
I nodded, “I told you day one, You’re not my parent.”
“Your mother is though.”
I shook my head, “She hasn’t been one since I found out I had to roll her onto her side to keep her from aspirating and that I had to lay on the ground and use my legs to do it, cause my arms weren’t strong enough.”
He sighed, “Why is your stuff packed?”
“I was staying here for convenience after Mindy left, and I doubt my mother will be here for long either way; so over the river and through the woods I go.”
He paced a bit, “Your mother isn’t going anywhere. Neither are you. Why did you put all your electronics outside my door?”
“You bought them. You want them back; you can have them. Except the TV. You want that, you can carry it up the steps.”
“Ok, but you’ll get them back after a couple of weeks.”
“Whatever.”