Jicarilla Flats
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 21
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 21 - A very lucky unlucky pilot finds his way into fortune from the wreckage of his downed aircraft. After returning to the civilized world from his nightmare away from home, his good fortune continues, and continues. Some want to stop him, and some want to seek revenge on his friends, but his good fortune holds. Follow Charlie in his adventures as he turns a valley into paradise and makes it his home.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Military Rags To Riches War Polygamy/Polyamory Slow
Nothing serious happened during the sleepover, save all of us talking about the land sharks wanting to buy the property and of course, Courtney’s wellbeing and the status of the case against the drug dealer slash human trafficker with whom she had the close brush with devastation.
Annalina cornered me in the kitchen on one occasion and shared with me that Courtney was coping as best she could, but not knowing the reach of this Dongas guy caused unknowns which resulted in stress, worry, and to some level, out and out fear.
“To put it in simple terms, she feels safe here, but she can’t just stay at the lodge and pretend it’s a full life. The poor thing is a girl. She needs to shop. She needs to ... Well, suffice it to say she needs to shop.” Annalina giggled a bit, a really cute giggle to be sure, then tried to be serious. “She has things in Virginia that need to be picked up, closed down, and all sorts of things. An apartment, bank accounts, credit cards, clothes, a few more personal items. You know...”
“Yes, I know. I think I know what to do about that, too,” I told her, grinning.
“What might that be, Charlie?”
“Hire a mover to pack them up and bring everything here. There is room in the hangar for all their stuff, then they can put what they want in the house and do what they need with the rest. We, maybe Sylvia and I, can go out with their keys and such, help the movers get in, maybe close all their accounts ... I can get a power of attorney, I’ll bet, and take care of all of it while you are here to take care of her. I take it you are quite fond of her.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You dote over her. You obviously care about her. You three giggle a lot.”
“And talk about you,” she said.
“Oh?” I exclaimed.
“And Sylvia.”
“Say what?” Sylvia asked loudly as she walked into the room.
“Shit. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Annalina was turning purple. Her olive skin and her rising pink tint, caused by her embarrassment, were coloring her a unique shade of beautiful.
“Well, I did. Why would you talk about one of Charlie’s ‘strumpets’, as you referred to us, and God forbid why in the world would you talk about Charlie? Oh why, oh why, Doc?”
“We’re all adults here, right?” the cute little doctor asked us both. We nodded, of course. “Well, I’m drawn to Sylvia for some reason or another, and you, Charles Compton, are tweaking something in me that I’ve never felt before. I don’t get out much, but still, I’m wondering if there is any way that I could get to know the two of you better without freaking anyone out.”
Sylvia, with her most serious voice, said, “I for one won’t be freaked out. Thrilled maybe, but not freaked out. You understand the dynamic between Laura and me, and us and Charlie, though, right? We’re in love with each other, all three, and Courtney and Lori are wiggling in on that. You need to know some things about Charlie, though, before you pursue him. Or me, for that matter.”
“Like he doesn’t do casual? I kind of picked up on that, however, that doesn’t explain his tryst in Hilton Head with the Local Ladies of Lesbian Lifestyle League.”
“He had just gotten back from a major S.E.E., an extremely Serious Emotional Event, in an armed conflict, no less, and has to be given a pass after two sexy, amorous, and otherwise secure and invested women seduced him and took him against his will. I added that last part for my own prurient interests. Forgive me. I don’t think they actually tied him up or anything.” I love Sylvia’s giggles.
“I get that. So now, since he’s found you, Sylvia, and your Laura, he seems to be a forthright, stable, non ‘player’, if you will, and that attracts me, too. I know he’s not going to jump my bones and scoot me down the pike.”
“Nor will I, Annalina. Nor will I. When I made love to Laura the first time, I knew she was mine. Not mine, that sounds horrible, but part of me. Does that make sense?” Sylvia asked.
“I am yours, honey. I know that.” Laura walked into the kitchen, kissed Sylvia, then me, and decided to join the conversation.
“Oh shit, now I’m really outnumbered.”
“Not really, Doc,” Laura explained. “No one is keeping score, and there are no sides. If you have the hots for my lovers, that’s a good thing. No issues there. Not for me, anyway. I knew as soon as Charlie kissed me the first time that he was different. He’ll never be monogamous, and I’d never expect that of a man like him. His heart is too big for just one of us.”
“Girls, I’m right here!” I told them all.
Laura giggled, then continued. “I never expected to be in love with more than one person myself, but it damn sure happened.” She wrapped her arms around Sylvia’s waist and laid her head against the taller woman’s breast. “Now I don’t see another option.” Sylvia kissed the top of her head.
“Well, it’s just conjecture anyway. It’s not like we’ve spent enough time to know how we feel, but I do feel that compunction. I just wanted that out in the open.” Annalina’s color was starting to return.
“Can I have a hug, Doc?” I asked her.
“Sure. After what I said, it’s the least that should happen now.”
I hugged her, then holding her thick, gorgeous, dark brown ponytail, I pulled her head back and kissed her. She didn’t try to evade me. She fell into it, put her hands on my neck, and kissed me back.
“Shitbirds and horsefeathers. What was that?” she muttered, trying to catch her breath. So much for her color returning.
“That was Charlie kissing you. If you felt the power of his heart, you’re on the right track. I felt it. Laura felt it. Courtney says she felt it, and Lori claims she did, to a lesser extent. She even said she knew he was the only man she could ever be with after she kissed him. Go figure. Annalina,” Sylvia told her, “For real, if you felt the love in Charlie’s kiss, it’s just a matter of time and getting to know each other before you two fall in love.” She reached out to hug Annalina herself, then told her, “And Laura and I don’t have a problem with it.” Then Sylvia kissed her. It was a more gentle, less romantic kiss, but it had the same effect.
“Wow. Laura, please? One more?”
“Of course, Annalina. Of course.” Annalina leaned down, Laura tilted her head back, and the two of them shared a similar kiss, but it turned into one more like I gave her. “Welcome to our world, Annalina. Please make yourself at home here. There is no doubt in my mind that you will become one of us at some point, probably in the very near future. Just speculation on my part, for sure, but I want to kiss you again, and again, and again...” Laughter filled the kitchen.
“Laura, I think I’d like that, too,” Annalina said, demurely.
Well, that might have answered one question we had. Willie Longbow, you are a seer. Two or more, indeed. Maybe the other mystery, too. Arthur Chavez, Shaman extraordinaire, very explicitly said ‘companions’. I wonder if he considered the possibility of his own granddaughter being involved. He probably did.
Annalina spent the night with Lori and Courtney, the three of them sleeping in the same bed, then the next morning was called back to her office for some minor incident. Laura drove her home and we later heard she got a goodbye kiss from the good doctor.
It was several days before we saw Annalina. She had called a few times to check up on us, but was busy with a little girl, one of her nieces, that had come down with something she couldn’t identify.
“Charlie,” she asked when she called, “can you make a quick trip to Denver?”
“For you, anything, Annalina. What’s wrong?”
“My niece, Maria, has come down with something we can’t deal with. I’ve been on the line with Children’s in Denver. They need to see her. I’m pretty sure that’s our best shot at finding out what’s wrong with her, Charlie.”
“Get her over here as soon as you can, honey. We’ll get her up there. I’ll have a volunteer or two go with us to help you out.”
“I need to make some calls first.”
“Sweetie, you can make them from the plane if you want. We have that capability. It’ll save some time.”
The reservation’s EMS crew brought them over in their ambulance. We got the patient and her mother on the plane with the little girl, a very ill looking ten- or eleven-year-old cutie, lying down on the sofa in the back by the lavatory. I figured that couch would come in handy someday. I thought it would be for something else, something a little bit more sexy, but anyway, it was needed and being used.
She was hard to look at, such a sick little girl, with an IV rack holding bags of fluids running through tubes into her leg. Annalina sat in the seat across the aisle from the couch, constantly monitoring some equipment lying between the girl’s legs. Her mother was a fretful mess, but between Annalina and Sylvia, they kept her comforted.
Courtney and Lori chose to stay behind and keep an eye on the house. They had the beginnings of a garden going and besides that felt having someone there would be best. Annalina told us she also thought Courtney wasn’t necessarily up to leaving the safety of the lodge quite yet.
Sylvia stayed in the cabin with Annalina, helping her as much as she could and Laura rode up front with me, helping with checklists and such. I had a funny feeling that Laura would want to learn to fly one of these days. If that was true, I had a really good idea of how to make that happen. This was a very short flight, a mere 30 minutes or so, so her assistance was quite helpful.
In order to keep out of the fray, the activity around an airport with six active runways, as in Denver International, we decided to fly into Centennial Airport a little south of the hospital. An ambulance met us there and swept Annalina, her ‘niece’, and her cousin, off to the hospital in Aurora.
With the short notice available on such a quick and short trip, I was happy to be able to use my FBO of choice, Signature, since they were able to help with ground transportation, refueling, parking, and everything else we needed. We took our rental to the hospital, found Annalina and worked out a plan. We needed to spend the night making sure the patient and her mother were taken care of, then go home, and wait. There was nothing else Annalina could do for her, being a surgeon, but lacking in the endocrinology background this problem looked to be heading toward.
We got a suite for us and a room for her cousin at the SpringHill Suites across East Colfax from the hospital. Crossing the road would be problematic, but with care and the crossing signals, it should be safe enough for a girl that grew up in the wild desert. That was the way Claire put it when asked if she was going to be all right after we left. She didn’t want to put us out any more than she already had, and after we fed her, she broke down in Sylvia’s and Annalina’s arms thanking us for getting Maria here in time for them to try to help her.
Maria was in an induced coma, being already treated for a rare imbalance caused by an acute allergic reaction to some substance she had been exposed to. They didn’t know for sure yet what the substance was, but had it narrowed down to about fifty different things that affect the thyroid, pituitary, pancreas, spleen, and liver in such a manner as to throw them into some type of reversal, undoing everything God intended those organs to do for us. It would be at least a couple of weeks until her body was able to recover from the toxic reaction.
We made sure Claire’s hotel room was covered for the duration, well, at least three weeks into the future, if needed, then the next morning we headed home with her assurance she would let us know as soon as possible if anything changed, for better or for worse. She promised, hugged me, kissed my cheek in thanks, hugged Sylvia and Laura, spoke to Annalina quietly for a few minutes, then saw us out the door of the hotel. She was going to walk over a bit later and spend the day with Maria, knowing full well her daughter wouldn’t be aware of her presence for at least a few days.
Our flight back was a downer, in that Annalina was upset with herself that she didn’t identify the problem earlier. The walk from the hangar to the lodge was a solemn trudge.
Sylvia asked her what she should do about a big spot she had on her thigh that wouldn’t go away.
“Go see a dermatologist as soon as possible, Syl. Those can be dangerous.”
“Exactly, Annalina. You aren’t expected to know everything. Why in the hell would there even be endocrinologists or urologists if surgeons could fix thyroid issues and ED? Think about that and lighten up on yourself, hon.” That was the last we heard of her shortcomings in the area of hormones and blood levels.
“Let me see the spot, just in case.”
“I don’t have one, hon. I was just trying to make a point but thank you for caring.”
Annalina finally smiled, took Sylvia’s hand, and they walked up to the house together. Laura looked up at me and smiled, then wiped her hand across her forehead. “Whew,” she said. “That was close. We don’t need any llama, llama, down, down drama around here. Especially from her.” I agreed, took her hand, and we followed the others to the house.
A couple of weeks later, Willie came to visit with a young man, thirtyish, that looked like an old western type of Apache Indian. Long hair, leather headband, leather vest, and the whole bit. He was wearing jeans and boots, but from the waist up, I was thinking Geronimo. His smile put my mind at ease.
“Charlie, this is my cousin-in-law’s son, Hector. He is also a Chavez, a far distant relation to Arthur, but the reason they are close is not their blood. Instead, it is their devotion to the Jicarilla people. You see, Hector is the tribe’s legal counsel. He heard about the visitor last month and wanted to discuss it.”
“Mr. Compton,” Hector started out. I interrupted him.
“Charlie. Just Charlie, for now. Okay, Hector? It’s okay for me to call you that as well?”
“Certainly, Charlie. Chief Longbow explained to me that you had a visitor recently and that she was pretty adamant about buying this property. Truth be told, we are extremely happy that you are here. The government wouldn’t let us expand the reservation to include this land when it went up for auction, and we didn’t have that kind of cash laying around. Without some form of commercial use and repayment schedule, no institution around here was going to lend us the money to buy it. We know you paid a premium price, paying taxes up front, and we’re glad. There have been attempts to purchase it in the past, but the druggies put them off, telling them to come back in a few years. In any case, we lucked into you having stewardship of the valley now.
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