Chapter 10

Nadine sat on the kitchen counter. She’d managed to put Tabitha to bed. Had to tuck her in and everything. She half considered the chair on the door trick, but in the end she had to trust that Tabitha was too emotional to be bold.

It was too late for coffee. A cup would’ve been lovely. She was still dressed in her stolen black dress, apron, and hairband. A real maid. She was so envious. Uly was such a clever cunt. It was just stupid letting Uly handle everything.

It was approaching midnight, but the phone barely passed it’s first ring.

“Heath! Oh my god! Are you OK?”

“Heath’s fine Mrs MacTavish. This is Nadine, I’m quarantined with your son,” she said.

“Oh...” Olivia answered. “I’ve never been married. And my last name makes me feel old. Olivia is fine. Heath’s OK, right?”

“He just went to bed.”

“But not with you?” Olivia said.

“You don’t have to sound too thrilled about it,” Nadine sighed.

“Well, you are the gold-digger who stole his car and bullied him through elementary and junior high,” Olivia pointed out.

“I--Maybe, I liked him?” Nadine said.

“No, you didn’t,” Olivia said. “Why’d you call me?”

“I’m worried,” Nadine said. “I’m stuck in this house with such a strong, ambitious, and...” She wished she had a good luck token to kiss or believed in God enough to bless herself. She wanted some assurance she wasn’t being crazy. “ ... and kind boy.”

“He is? He really is?” Olivia said, glowing. “I was so afraid I was raising another man like his father! Oh thank you!”

“He’s never talked about his father,” Nadine probed.

“Heath’s never met him,” Olivia said. “God knows how many brothers and sisters he has by that man-slut.”

“You don’t sound angry.”

“I have Heath. Heath’s not him,” Olivia answered. “I have nothing to be angry about. Now, you were worried? That he had used you up?”

“Now you sound angry,” Nadine said.

“I’ll be honest, I hoped he’d do better than you,” Olivia said.

“He’s with the blonde, Aislin.”

“I know who she is,” Olivia said.

“Heath talked about her?”

“For months,” Olivia said. “There was another girl though, Tabby. I had my fingers crossed for her. She seemed legitimately sweet.”

“I think she’s starting to sour,” Nadine said. “Sorry. She’s one of the girls here too.”

“And that Ulyana? She’s a user,” Olivia said. “Maybe he would be better if I had said dominant.”

“That magic?” Nadine said, she laid the handset on her shoulder and itched her wrist. “It’s real.”

“Real enough that me, my sisters, and even your mother gave into Robert.”

“Wait! Mom! But--”

“Your father forgave her,” Olivia said. “If you’d been more like him than her, I might be happy you were there with Heath.”

“Mom, though? When? Heath and I aren’t--”

“Your mom was four months pregnant with you when Robert wrangled her up for his going away orgy,” Olivia said. “So, probably not.”

“Probably?” Nadine started heaving and breathing.

“80% certain,” Olivia said.

“You’re--” Nadine closed her eyes. No. “You’re just saying that to keep me away from Heath!”

“Yeah, sure,” Olivia said. “Don’t get pregnant.”

Olivia hung up in Nadine’s ear. Nadine jammed her father’s phone number into the keypad.

“Wh-what? Nadine? Are you OK?” Her mom answered her dad’s cell phone.

“You fucked Heath’s Dad!”

“Oh ... Well, that was a long time ago--”

“Mom!”

“Oh! You’re worried ... We did a blood test. Your dad is your father. It’s Nadine. I think she’s worried about--”

“Honey?” Her dad took the phone away. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

“Dad, I--”

“Heath’s not his father, sweetheart. And you don’t have to be like your mother.”

“It’s me, and Uly, Tabitha, and Aislin here with Heath,” Nadine scratched her wrist. “He could be like his father.”

“No, doll,” her dad used a lot of pet names when she was upset. She was wise to it, but it still helped calm her down. “I love you, I’m your Dad. If Heath was like his father, the end of the world wouldn’t have stopped me from getting you out of there. Let alone some little pandemic.”

“I’m not his sister...” she said. Her heart was pounding against her ribs.

“No,” her dad said sweetie. “You have my male pattern baldness, history of heart disease, and dimples. No MacTavish DNA in our family. Er ... No Doucet DNA I guess.”

“OK,” Nadine said.

“In our family, so far,” she heard his smile. “Am I getting one of those calls?”

“I’ll get back to you next month,” Nadine smiled back, realizing she was being teased.

“I dropped off a lot of condoms, cookie. You still gotta finish college. Lots of life ahead of you.”

“Wow...” Nadine said. “Um ... Don’t put Mom back on.”

“Honey, that was years ago. I’ve forgiven her. We’re a family.”

“Then give me a few years to forgive her too,” Nadine said. “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you, snugglebutt.”

Aislin wasn’t sleeping. She couldn’t get up and walk off her wildly running mind. She’d wake up Uly, who she held in her arms. Uly, slept like a baby. A just been fucked baby. Bad thought! Shut up, brain! Aislin frowned. Uly slept like the dead. Fucked to death. Better. Heath breathed steadily, peacefully in her ear. She couldn’t get up.

Aislin couldn’t sleep because she was happy. She had maintained control of Heath! He had fucked someone else. Uly of all people. Nadine was the proper choice. That girl had broken on her guilt over her stupid car theft. She would’ve been a sex toy. The threesome equivalent of sexy lingerie.

Aislin regretted having bitched out on asking Nadine at dinner.

Now she had to make sure Heath understood Aislin was the girlfriend. Uly was a phase, an opportunity, a fallout of this stupid pandemic. Nadine couldn’t do that. Now Heath was going to fuck Tabitha.

Aislin couldn’t sleep because she was going over the plan in her head. What if they had to rape Tabitha? Heath wouldn’t go along with that ... That meant Aislin was going to have to keep Tabitha quiet. Would Heath fuck Tabby if Aislin had to duct tape Tabitha’s panties in her mouth?

Aislin couldn’t sleep because she was horny.

Tabitha woke up to a quiet house. She slipped out of bed in her pink flannel pajamas. This house was loud for all of the girls in it. It felt colder when it was quiet. She looked across the second floor landing.

Nadine was still asleep. No one closed their doors. Aislin was torturing the rest of the house with her sex. Tabitha, Uly, and Nadine left their doors open to hear. Was it their fault for letting it happen? If she closed her doors, then Heath couldn’t come and save her from her loneliness. No, it was Aislin’s fault. She was the bitch.

Bitch.

Uly.

Tabitha wiped her face and yawned. Make her own breakfast? She didn’t want cold cereal. The first of spring chill ran through the house. She could wait. Wait for muffins? At least eggs.

Besides, she wasn’t going downstairs in this fashion disaster. She loved her pajamas but they were formless and frumpy. Plus she had sleep in her eyes and her hair was a mess. She roughly combed her bangs from her face with her left hand. She had a washroom to herself. She closed the door behind her. Claustrophobia, hopes of fairy tales, something turned her around to open the door.

She picked her phone up on the counter, wedged it behind the window’s latch, turned on Spotify, and danced as she undressed.

Aislin heard the soft, I don’t want to bother anyone but this song is great, sounds of Tabitha’s cheesy pop music taste. Aislin blinked. How to get up? Heath’s piss-ready hardon was shoved into her thigh. Heath gripped her around the belly. Uly held Aislin’s hand. How to get up? The hard way.

Uly shrieked when Aislin pinched nipple.

“What?” Uly twisted. Aislin noticed the music volume had been turned down. She smiled. “Oh my god? Did I wake you Heath? I’m sorry. This psycho--”

“It’s OK, I gotta pee...” Heath yawned and snuggled against Aislin’s back. Aislin swung her butt back.

“Get up!” she said, surprised at how chipper she sounded. There was no way she had slept in the last six hours. Fuck, why was Tabitha even up this early? Was Nadine? Was this when breakfast started?

“Mornin’...” Nadine zombied and plodded out of her room. Her heavy footfalls carried up the stairs to Heath.

“I’m up. I wasn’t going to pee on you...” Heath said, smacking his lips.

“I’ll get you a glass of water,” Uly said. “And hopefully Nadine needs coffee as much as I do.”

“We have a date.” Aislin slung her legs out of bed. She looked down at herself. Her bones were achy and sore for lack of sleep. She grabbed Heath’s hand and pulled him after Uly.

“You were serious?” Uly asked, from the bottom of the stairs. She covered her face with a hand and said: “She’s in the shower. Good luck!”

Uly didn’t stay to watch. She went after coffee.

“I’ll be there after I pee.”

“We’re going to the bathroom,” Aislin said, and pulled Heath along. Anything before he truly woke up.

He was wide awake at the second floor landing. He was naked. Aislin was naked. Uly was naked. He saw Tabitha’s empty bed and it was clear what direction Aislin was pulling.

“That’s not cool,” he said, keeping his voice at a whisper.

“She needs it...” Aislin enunciated, though just as quietly. “She’ll love it. But we gotta be quick.”

“Look, last night with Uly, it was probably a mistake,” Heath said. “Like when they did that show. Like when I told them to do that show.”

“Like when you got Uly to stop drinking?” Aislin asked. “Maybe you should be telling people what you want a bit more often.”

“I want to do the right thing,” Heath said. “I don’t want to go in there and use Tabitha.”

“Now you’re just being silly.” Aislin rolled her eyes. “She’s a big girl. She can say no. Besides ... Who leaves the door to her shower open?”

“You don’t listen to me,” Heath said.

“I do, you just aren’t being honest,” Aislin said. “Now c’mon.”

“What’s with all the tiptoeing and whispering then?” Heath asked.

“Because surprises are fun.” Aislin eye-rolled.

Heath had said his piece. It didn’t matter. Aislin just did whatever. If he didn’t go, he’d be putting his foot down. But it was fun, Tabitha was hot. Uly had felt differently inside and out compared to Aislin. Wouldn’t Tabitha as well? Nadine?

And his girlfriend was not just letting him, she was guiding him.

It wasn’t all the way wrong?

Tabitha danced under the shower. She almost sang. She didn’t. Her parent’s home had thin walls and she had learned that no one in her family had a singing voice. That also didn’t stop anyone back home. They were family. They weren’t judging her and then picking Aislin or Uly over her. She wasn’t going to get caught embarrassing herself in front of Heath. She still mouthed the words.

She didn’t see the shadows through the mostly opaque shower curtains. She didn’t hear them either. She hadn’t heard anything besides Uly’s shriek and Nadine’s heavy feet all morning. That’s why she screamed and slapped her back against the wall when Aislin yanked the curtain aside.

“Don’t fall!” Aislin said, with genuine worry. “And don’t cover those up! Heath’s look--Oh for fuck’s sake! Naked girl! Don’t ignore her!”

Aislin turned on her foot and shouted at the man who’d gone straight for the toilet and was peeing with a loud obnoxious happy moan.

“Guys!” Aislin said, and stepped over the tub wall.

“What are you doing in here?” Tabitha said. She didn’t obey Aislin. She hadn’t fallen but she was covering her tits. Tits that were mostly still all sudsy. Aislin gave Heath another disappointed look.

“It’s your turn,” Aislin said. “You know, like Uly.”

“What?” No! Aislin wasn’t supposed to be here with him. Or she was, but that was last night. “I don’t--”

Aislin rushed Tabitha and shut up any possible negative with a furious kiss.

Tabitha froze. She wanted to push the blonde off of her. But she’d watched Heath watch the show she’d put on with Uly. He would want her to be in pleasure. To be sexual. To get excited just like he was. Aislin was hot. She was naked too. The water was spattering off of Aislin’s back and shoulders. There was going to be a mess on the bathroom floor.

“Aislin...” Heath said, washing his hands in the sink. “Aislin.”

“She’s so pretty!” Aislin said, with half of Tabitha’s lips in her mouth.

“I ... um--” Tabitha was cut off by the presence of a second tongue in her mouth.

Heath looked over the scene. Tabitha was pinned to the wall, her large breasts were glistening with water, the suds having run down her body in the spray of the shower. She had amazing skin, four shades darker than Aislin who had turned into bone china during the sunless Canadian winter. Tabitha’s breasts were topped with wide nipples, getting perkier in the pressure of Aislin on her face.

Aislin came at Tabitha obliquely. She stood with her captive lover, straddling Tabitha’s left leg. Tabitha had shaved everything she feared would embarrass her before her sex show with Uly. Her pink lips shook with the rivulets of shower that dripped down to her shaking knee.

She kissed Aislin back. She feared pushing Aislin off, ending the encounter before Heath could even step into the tub. Aislin kept Tabitha’s mouth, tongue, and voicebox under heavy guard. There would be no no’s this morning.

Heath kept watching Tabitha’s wide eyes flick at him. He saw impatience. The house was full of impatience. He had heard Tabitha’s fits over the past few days. It was impossible to avoid everything. He did the only thing he figured the girls would accept. He stepped over the lip of the tub and pulled the curtain closed.

Tabitha arched her back, her breasts meeting Heath’s hands. Aislin just felt Tabitha wriggling, possibly away. The blonde pushed the brunette hard against the tiled wall. Heath lifted Tabby’s breasts. The biggest in the house. Lovely, so warm and springy. He was quickly erect. He took his time before sliding a hand down her belly and hip.

He slapped Aislin’s butt, but that just drove his girlfriend deeper into her kiss with Tabitha. Aislin was acting nothing like she had with Uly. Aislin had sunk in her claws and refused to give up any control.

Aislin reached down, still holding Tabitha by the hair but letting go of the girl’s throat. Aislin made a pass on Tabitha’s large breasts. She squeezed, roughly, enviously. She hurried her hand down further as Tabitha sputtered around Aislin’s tongue. Aislin grabbed Tabitha and thrust two fingers into the girl.

Tabitha jumped, or as much as she might with her left leg scissor-pinned in between Aislin’s. She flailed reaching for Aislin’s wrist but Heath caught her hand. Their fingers knitted and he pressed her hand against the shower wall right above Tabitha’s shoulders.

“I came, I saw, I conquered,” he said. He kissed Tabitha on the cheek, the best he could do with Aislin’s aggression. He stepped forward, his cockhead kissing Tabitha’s stomach a millimeter above the navel.

He squatted down. He tapped Aislin’s ass again. This would work better if he could lift Tabitha up the wall and aim his cock into her. Aislin didn’t give an inch.

“Aislin. Love.” He whispered but she didn’t respond. Tabitha tried but Aislin pulled her hair and tiled Tabitha backwards. Aislin wasn’t much taller than Tabitha, if an inch, but with the right amount of force, Tabitha was below and dominated.

Heath made do. He wouldn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t walk away. This was his house now, his household, his. Though they all pushed him around like they owned the place. He let the girls stay here. He was the hero. The hero gets the girl.

He was psyching himself up. How else could he fuck a woman without a word of hello? He corkscrewed a little lower, aiming his cock for Tabitha’s entrance.

Tabitha’s heart was beating out of her chest. She couldn’t see, didn’t hear, only had her sense of touch to guide her. She was getting what she wanted. Getting it in ways she would never have dreamed of. Never have wanted to dream of. She was so happy. She was finally pretty enough for Heath. Finally good enough. And she was his to keep. Not a flighty passing fad like Uly or Aislin. Not a little personal whore like Nadine.

She was going before Nadine.

Heath thought Tabitha was hotter than Nadine.

She gasped and almost came as the tip of his cock settled to her entrance.

“I need you out of the way, Aislin,” Heath said. He peeled Aislin’s scissor grip off of Tabitha’s leg. Tabitha’s toes tingled as Aislin unpinched Tabitha’s leg nerve. Aislin eased herself further around Tabitha. Tabitha had her left arm pinned behind her. With her hair pulled, and Heath right against the front of her, there was nowhere to go.

Tabitha squealed delight into Aislin’s mouth. Heath heaved all of the air out of his lungs and he raised Tabitha up onto her tiptoes. Aislin’s head rocked back from the quick clench of Tabitha’s neck muscles. Aislin all but climbed onto Tabitha to recover the kiss and keep the girl quiet.