Chapter 3: The World Intrudes

Bill Pierce cursed traffic as he turned onto Dempster. Driving all the way to the Loop and back meant a traffic snarl on the best of days, and November 2 was far from the best of days. On the other hand, he didn’t have to stand on an EL platform while this cold rain beat down. Mostly, though, the curses were because he could. When the boys were around, he censored himself.

If his present situation was dreadful, stuck in a car, rain coming down like Niagara and the road slick, surrounded by drivers with shit for brains, his long-term situation was delightful. He was coming from his job as VP of Marketing for Andalusia Pharmaceuticals. He had a comfortable office and an efficient secretary. People came to him with proposed actions, and he judged those proposals. (Previously, as sales manager for the central region, people had come to him with problems that they couldn’t solve, and he had to propose solutions.)

Waiting for him at home were his twins. Johnny and Paul had been going to kindergarten since September and would tell you that they were big boys now. They weren’t, however, too big to be picked up. And waiting with them was Carolyn. His wife was snooty and spoiled by all her time in school getting her Ph. D. in economics, but she was hot. She tended to bite off more than she could chew, but she had been getting enough rest recently. Then, too, he was a homeowner now. They’d bought a house the previous year, and it had space. The living and dining rooms could be kept in shape for entertaining, and the boys had rooms upstairs for filling with Legos and other toys. And the house sat in a nice yard. It was about freezing now, but not quite. At the first decent snow which lasted through a Saturday, he’d teach the boys how to make a snowman.

All told, 1979, the year which was drawing to a close, had been a great year.

He pulled into the driveway, opened the garage door electronically, and parked in the garage. This was separate, and he got wet again going to the door, but he’d already been wet. The boys greeted him but let him get his overcoat and suit coat off. He hung both coats in the downstairs closet. When the closet door closed, the boys attacked him. He grabbed Paul and turned him upside down. Now, Johnny was trying to tickle both Paul and Daddy. Carolyn went into her home office to finish some work in economics. After he switched boys, she came out again to put the food on the table. He put Johnny down, too, and led the guys into the downstairs ‘half-bath.’ You couldn’t really take even half a bath in it, but you could piss. When he had, Paul did, and when Paul had, Johnny did while Paul washed his hands. Johnny flushed without being told and washed his hands. Bill washed his hands last and led the boys to the table.

At the end of dinner, Carolyn kissed the boys goodbye before heading out to her circle meeting. Priscilla Circle was the mothers of young children, and she needed that time. The twins stayed seated for their good-bye kisses, but he rose for his. He got only the slightest touch of tongue, and he squeezed her ass only briefly. It was the end of a meal together, not the beginning of anything.

When the boys were quite finished, he cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher. Mrs. Jackson, the housekeeper, always left an almost-empty dishwasher for them. The boys were upstairs watching their own TV when he got done. He watched with them until bedtime. Tuesday wasn’t a bath night, but they still managed to leave the upstairs bathroom a disaster area. He cleaned up before checking on the boys’ room. There would be another room for one of them when it became necessary, but they were happy in the same room right now. Indeed, they were far happier than they had been about sharing a room in the old apartment when their parents had no choice but to keep them together.

They were grinning when he went in -- Johnny from the pillow in Paul’s bed, and Paul from the pillow in Johnny’s. Somewhere in kindergarten, they’d heard some stories about the pranks that twins pulled. Nobody had explained to them about fraternal twins. (How do you tell kindergarten students about the woman producing two ova and their both being fertilized? First, they would have to learn that women produce ova and that they are fertilized.) Well, we would see. This had to be Paul’s idea. They were all Paul’s ideas. He went over to Johnny’s bed.

“Good night, Johnny,” he said. He kissed Paul’s forehead.

“Good night, Daddy,” Paul said.

“And now, Paul,” he said to Johnny, “it’s time for that spanking that I promised you.” He pulled back the sheet.

“Spanking?” asked Johnny, wide-eyed. Bill had never delayed a spanking longer than it took to catch the kid. Pain was all part of training, even though Carolyn thought he shouldn’t spank at all. Leaving them in anticipation of pain, dreading pain, would be cruelty, as well as useless. Kids didn’t learn unless the spanks were associated with the misbehavior. And, too, he had spent no time with Paul that day when Johnny wasn’t within hearing distance. Still, Johnny didn’t think about that. He couldn’t be expected to know that bedtime was the very worst time for punishment from a parental perspective.

“Yes. 20 spanks are going to hurt, Paul, but you have been a very bad boy today.” He never gave more than 10 spanks. On the other hand, Paul’s being a bad boy today was a quite safe bet, and Johnny probably knew the details.

“But I’m Johnny.”

“You are. Then who is that?” He pointed to Paul in Johnny’s bed.

“I’m Johnny,” said Paul. He wasn’t even giggling. He was taking this seriously, although he should remember that he hadn’t been promised a spanking.

“No! I am.”

“That’s not so. I am.”

“Well, get out and line up. We know that Paul is taller.” They lined up. Paul get behind Johnny, bending down so that the top of his head was a little lower. That pushed out Paul’s ass, and he gave it a good swat.

“Ow!”

“Now get into your own beds and I’ll read you a story.” Figuring out that Daddy had known all along, they got into bed giggling. The excitement kept them awake, and it took 3 books to get them to sleep. He turned off the overhead light as he went out.

He waited down the hall for a few minutes although they no longer woke up as often as they had done when younger. Then he went down to watch his own TV.

Carolyn came home towards the end of one of the shows. She waved and headed upstairs. He watched the arrest, turned off the closing credits, and started up. She was coming out of the boys’ room, and they met in the hall.

“Do I get a kiss, too?” he asked.

“You, on the other hand, look most demonic when you’re in bed.” Despite the criticism, or maybe because of it, they had a nice kiss. He couldn’t quite understand the criticism, but the kiss was more important. She finally pushed his hand away from between her legs. “You’re wrinkling my skirt.”

“Then take it off. Better yet, let me.” Rejecting the second suggestion, she went into their room. He had a few things to do before bed, himself, and he kept a toothbrush in the main upstairs bathroom. He took less time than she did, and he was lying in bed when she came out of their bath. She went to the room door and locked it. When she got to the bed, she stripped off her nightgown and hung it on the headboard. Both were signals that they were going to have sex tonight.

When he reached for her, though, she said, “You’re way ahead of me.” Well, he’d have to bring her up to speed, but she wanted him to. He kissed her and stroked her melons. When he kissed them and stroked down, she spread her legs.

She was warm but a little dry when he began. He took his time, and she moistened nicely. Carolyn was hot in more than one way; she turned him on, but she also got turned on herself. When she stiffened, he moved between her legs. She spread them wide to make room. When he was in her hot cunt, she closed them to clasp his hips. They kissed before he started moving.

However much he’d been ahead of her in the beginning, she went over before he did. He had several luxurious strokes through that smoothly clasping heat before he erupted. Then he lay on her softness, some on his elbows but mostly on her, for minutes.

When he got off, he straightened the sheet and pulled the blanket over them both. He got into position and she backed into the spoon.

“Love you.”

“Love you,” she replied. That was, if entirely expected, good to hear. She’d often expressed with utterly clarity that loving him didn’t keep her from being angry with him or even hating him. Right now, though, it sounded as if love were the sole attitude in the front of her mind.

“The coven didn’t persuade you that I’m unnecessary?”

“No, but I’ve been thinking of buying a vibrator ... Actually, the circle is thinking of splitting apart.” Now, that was news, and not likely to be good news.

“Huh! And I thought you all got along.”

“Problem isn’t the getting along, it’s the ‘all.’ There are too many of us with small kids.” Well, that was a different sort of split. The reason, however, sounded specious.

“Never too many small kids.”

“Don’t be greedy! You have two of your own.” Sure, but they were too old to enjoy much cuddling.

“Not so small anymore. They’re big boys, now. Just ask them.”

“Maybe they are too old to see Daddy groping Mama.” Now, she raised another issue, and he’d given her the opening.

“You want to lock them in their room?”

“I had another solution in mind.” She wanted to lock sex in their room. So did he, when you were talking about real sex.

“You’re no fun.”

“Wasn’t what you said half an hour ago.” And it hadn’t even been half an hour. Well, her body was fun. Her words were puritanical.

“Okay, you’re a sexy wench when I can get you alone. You just want to be Little Miss Priss as a parent.” She didn’t answer, probably thinking that she had won. Well, her body was warm and soft and sexy. He cuddled the sexy body while the puritanical mind went to sleep.

Saturday, it did snow. The weather, which had been so cold, was a littler colder, but not really quite cold enough. They got a snowball from half the back yard and another from the other half. He lifted the second onto the first. They rolled a much smaller one in the front yard and fashioned a sort of face. It was not the most impressive snowman he’d ever made, nor even the most impressive one the kids had seen. Still, Paul and Johnny got the idea of how to build one.

By the time they got back from church Sunday, the snowman was a conical pile of slush.

Monday evening, he was playing with the boys and conscious that it was almost dinner time when the phone rang. Carolyn answered it in the kitchen, but he got ready to set Johnny down in case it was for him. She didn’t call him, however, and he managed to corner Paul by the big recliner. He piled Johnny on top of him and gave both boys a tickling. They retaliated. When he was certain that their time before dinner was about over, he backed off. They came at him, and he had minutes more of fending them off before Carolyn called them.