Chapter 11

If you had told high school Nadine that before her first year of college was up she’d be playing dress-up and sucking Heath MacTavish’s cock in front of his girlfriend while they ate the breakfast Nadine herself had cooked, well you probably wouldn’t have gotten the whole sentence out before she had stormed away and forgotten you had existed.

Here she was. Wishing the table was three-quarters of an inch taller so she could move her throat more. He smelled great, of Tabitha’s soap and fresh shower. He tasted sterile but was warm and filled her mouth the way she liked. She kept her nose down, tickling herself with his pubic hair. Her throat was doing most of the work as she sucked. What little tongue work she could manage was garnish more than meal.

“Hi!” Tabitha all but skipped into the dining room. “Uly was so mean! I am so hun--”

The tablecloth flipped and Tabitha looked under. Nadine would’ve only seen Heath’s thigh if she had bothered to take her attention off of the blowjob. She didn’t.

“I can, uh--” Heath almost reacted by pulling his chair and cock away from Nadine.

“Hi Nadine!” Tabitha said. “Thanks for making breakfast!”

“She doing a good job?” Aislin asked, reaching for Heath’s hand.

“I, uh--”

Nadine redoubled her efforts and rumbled her throat. Heath speaking clearly was a terrible slander against her talents.

“Thanks again for this morning!” Tabitha loudly kissed Heath on the cheek.

“None for me?” Aislin said.

“You’ve taken enough kiss to last until dinner,” Tabitha nya-nya’ed and blew a raspberry at the blonde. “Are those chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Blueberry,” Heath said, very rapidly.

“Even better!” Tabitha said, half a lie.

Nadine pushed her head down as deeply as she could, making that same loud-kiss noise on Heath’s balls. That’s when the phone rang.

“You can eat,” Aislin said. Her chair scratched the floor as she pushed it back and stood. “I’ll go get it.”

Another loud kiss. Aislin went to the kitchen. Heath still hadn’t eaten anything. The click of Tabitha’s fork on her plate was like rapid morse code.

“Babe,” Aislin stuck her head back in. “It’s your aunt? Officer Jenny?

“Aunt--Oh--Jennifer ... Shit!” Heath gasped, having been relatively quiet for his held breaths. “Se-sergeant!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Aislin said.

Heath grabbed Nadine’s hair and started to unscrew the girl from his cock. She tried to help but had already bumped her head off the table and did her best not to repeat that.

“She’s not calling for you,” Aislin said. “She wants to speak to Nadine. Should I say she’s busy?”

“No!” Tabitha said, around a mouthful of pancake. She sloshed down half a glass of orange juice and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’ll take over for her.”

Nadine gasped as she finally got the cock out of her mouth. Tabitha brightly said “Hello!” As she squeezed under the table with a grin from ear to ear.

“Watch your head,” Nadine said.

“Thanks!” Tabitha said. Nadine inched her way out from under the table. Clunk. Tabitha moaned and her half-drank glass of orange juice fell over. Aislin grabbed Nadine’s arm.

“I’ll clean it up. Go get the phone.”

Heath couldn’t cum. He wanted to blame Tabitha, she was objectively worse a cocksucker than Aislin or Nadine. Yet, even a mediocre blowjob is pretty awesome. Tabitha shook the table again. He worried about her developing CTE. He let out a struggling sigh.

“Sounds like she’s doing real good.” Aislin smiled and squeezed Heath’s fingers. “I was worried.”

“I’m still worried...” he said, breathing hard. Jenny, the police, had called Nadine, what happened? Were her parents OK? Here he was getting head from a clingy girl his girlfriend thought she was abusing and--

It wasn’t OK!

“Stop!” Heath gathered courage. He reached down and grabbed fisfuls of Tabitha’s kinky hair. The whole table jumped with the back of Tabitha’s head. Aislin dove over and steadied the coffee cups. They had cooled, ignored through the blowjob, but she stopped them from spilling.

“What?” Tabitha crawled out, rubbing her head. Heath grabbed her up and hugged her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“It was just a bump or four on the head, it’s nothing,” Tabitha smiled.

“Oh she can take it,” Aislin said, eating a piece of fruit.

“Sit down, eat, and--”

“I’m not finished. You still gotta stiffie.” She grabbed his cock interrupting him. “Blue balls aren’t safe.”

“I came twice already this morning,” Heath said. “I’ll survive. Eat, feel better.”

Tabitha didn’t object when he pushed her down into the chair. He pulled up his pants and left into the kitchen.

“Actually, him telling me to stop makes me feel worse,” Tabitha said. Heath heard.

“Maybe you need to practice?” Aislin was not helping. “Talk to Uly.”

“She doesn’t have a cock,” Tabitha said. Heath slammed the kitchen door.

“Oh!” Nadine jumped. “No, sorry, it’s uh, Heath. Your nephew. Yes, there wouldn’t be any other Heaths here, would there?” Nadine laughed politely. She covered the mouthpiece. “Your Aunt Jenny says ‘Hi!’”

“Is everything OK?” he asked, rushing over and freezing a moment. He hugged her, just in case.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She reached up and petted his cheek.

“Well, the cops are calling. I was worried about your parents.”

“That’s so sweet,” she said. She frowned, she raised a finger for a minute. “Sorry about that Jenny. He just wanted to make sure you weren’t calling about Dad or Mom. He says ‘Hi’ too.” She rolled her eyes at Heath. “No things are going well. Olive said not to, but I did it anyway. I figured you’d support it. So what happens next?”

Heath couldn’t follow. He had let go of the hug and stepped back, giving her some, but not enough privacy, as she talked.

“That isn’t what’s happening,” Nadine said. “I’ll try my best. Did you want to talk to Heath?” She covered the handset. She turned and smiled for Heath. “It’s for you!”

He took the phone and put it to his ear. “Hi Aunt Sergeant.”

“Hi babe!” she said, laughter in her voice.

“What’s this about mom not wanting something to happen?” Heath said.

“Oh ... um ... Well, your, uh, friend told me that you were having a little buffet, so to speak,” Jenny said, warmly.

“Uh?” Heath wondered and then realized Nadine had told his aunt that Heath was fucking multiple girls. He flushed red. He was mostly angry. His mother knew!

“Yeah, and I just want to say. You’re encouraged to go back for seconds,” Jenny said. “Assume those girls couldn’t say no if their lives depended on it.”

“I don’t think you should be giving me that advice as a cop,” Heath said. His throat felt dry.

“Well, don’t bash their skulls in or anything. You don’t let a good girl go to waste,” Jenny scoffed. “Ashley? That’s the one you picked first?”

“I think she picked me first,” Heath said.

“Well, you’re allowed to pick too,” Jenny said. “I’d say you’ve got a lot of picking to do.”

“How’s Aunt Hazel!” He rushed out, trying to get out of this specific sex talk with his aunt.

“What? Oh, she’s OK. Still staying at your mom’s house until we give you guys the all clear to get out of the big house,” Jenny said.

“But--Corona? She’s OK?”

“Oh ... Right, um ... Shit...” Jenny breathed hard. “The thing is, uh, there was a chance it might’ve been and it took a while to get good tests and, uh ... Shit.”

“There’s no bug here? Can we leave?” Heath asked.

“No!” Jenny said. “No, um. You gotta keep your bubble small. And flatten the curve. And take care of yourself and your girls. Your girls. They need you.”

“What about internet? Is Eastlink or Aliant able to send someone over and--”

“Oh, well, the thing is, Hazel doesn’t like strange people around the house, and--”

“What the fuck?!” Heath said. “I’m telling the girls they can go. Bye Aunt Jenny.”

“Heath, wait--”

Heath crashed the handset onto the cradle. He turned to Nadine.

“We can go?” Nadine asked. “Can I stay?”

“What?” Heath asked.

“I, um, my parents are safe and I’m here with you, with friends. Please don’t make me go!” She rushed Heath and squeezed him hard.

Shit.

Heath grabbed Uly and marched her into the dining room. Aislin and Tabitha were not talking to each other, grazing over bacon, fruit cups, and coffee from the urn as it suited them. Heath sat everyone down and banged the table.

“You have our attention,” Uly said.

“I was talking to my Aunt Jenny,” he said. “There was a false alarm. The bug hadn’t got my aunt and--”

“Oh god, she’s coming home!” Aislin growled. “It’s bad enough I have to cater to these three but I don’t think your aunt will want us having sex on everything!”

You’d be surprised by my aunts then. As surprised as I am. Heath kept the words to himself.

“What I’m trying to say is, you guys can get home and--”

“Not me,” Uly said. “I gotta get a flight and everything, besides Halifax is currently much safer than New York.”

“I don’t wanna go either,” Tabitha said. “I just ... No.”

“But--”

“So we’re all agreed,” Aislin looked at the other three girls. “Hell or high water we’re staying?”

“Agreed,” Nadine said, immediately.

“Don’t see there’s much of a choice,” Uly said.

“No choice at all,” Tabitha agreed.

“Well, what about me? What if I want to see my mom?” Heath said.

“Then you’re abandoning me,” Aislin said, sharply.

“Abandoning us!” Tabitha dog-piled on.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Nadine said. It was clear, concise, unmoving, but not combative. She was saying her words to say: I’ll be here if you need me.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind the daytrip,” Uly said, “I’d love to meet your mom.”

“So would I!” Aislin countered. “Let’s go!”

“Now?” Nadine asked. “I smashed his car. We’re staying for a bit, at least.”

“Yeah we are,” Heath said.

“Then actually eat your breakfast,” Aislin said. “You just heard your family’s healthy. I think we should celebrate.”

Her eyes were all sex. He stared her down.

“Damned straight,” Heath said. “We are going to celebrate.”

“Can I come too!” Tabitha said.

“In a bit,” Aislin said, “We can call you up when--”

“We’re celebrating a big change in how you all treat me.” Heath overran his girlfriend. She flash-fried red with anger but when she looked into Heath’s eyes, she started to melt. Nadine was stealth dancing, barely even rocking and shaking, in her seat as she watched Aislin.

“Nadine, fresh coffee. Tabitha, pass me some pancakes. Uly, that plate of bacon. Aislin, pour me an orange juice.” Heath declared and everyone started scurrying to their task. He stabbed his fork into the eggs on his plate. He didn’t even care that they had gotten cold.

“What in the fuck is this shit?” Uly stood arms crossed on the second floor landing. “We’ve got how long until Granny MacTavish shows up and he closed the fucking door?”

Tabitha and Nadine flanked Uly. They all looked up the stairs to the closed door. Aislin and Heath were behind it.

“Oh! Yes, oh...” Behind it and fucking.

“I thought we were over this!” Tabitha pouted. They had gotten dressed! She had put on this super slutty pink nightie. It was half push-up bra and all but completely see through. If it had fallen far enough, everyone wouldn’t know she had no panties on. She did her makeup, too much if Nadine was asked. Tabitha was ready like she had never been ready before.

“Maybe he wants us one at a time?” Nadine suggested. She had opted for a thin silk robe, very loosely tied, but she did have on a g-string that would need removing. She had pinned her hair up and back out of her face. She wanted to be easy to get to. “And I’m pretty sure his Aunt Hazel isn’t coming home.”

“That’s not what he said.” Uly was the most dressed and she hated herself for it. She had spent her time on her hair, keeping it simple and casual with shorts and a low-cut t-shirt. If she’d bothered with a sports bra, she’d have been ready for the gym. Her hair was done up though. That’d be the last part discarded and messed up after all.

“I don’t think he really listened,” Nadine said.

“So what do we do?”

“The door’s probably not locked,” Uly said, looking left and right.

“If it is, it’s just like the other bedroom doors. If you push a bobby pin or something thin and straight in the handle, there’ll be a button that pushes down and unlocks the door,” Tabitha said.

Nadine felt like the closed door should be respected. But if the other girls disagreed, she wasn’t spending another hour unfucked. She pulled a pin from her hair and the silver-blue dyed locks half fell to her shoulders. She handed it to Tabitha.

“Why me?” Tabitha recoiled.

“You know how to unlock the door,” Uly said.

“I just told you!” Tabitha shouted.

“If you don’t think he’s worth it...” Nadine didn’t even have to think of any words after that. Tabitha snatched the pin from Nadine’s fingers. Nadine smiled at Uly. Uly reached over and yanked the other pin from Nadine’s hair.

“Oh, you’re going to do it?” Tabitha hoped. She squealed as Uly slapped her ass and sent Tabitha up the stairs.

“Fix your hair, Nadine,” Uly said. She tossed the bobby pin to her bedroom. “I don’t mind looking better than you, but Heath deserves to know you give a shit.”

Aunt Jenny’s buffet line had been gnawing at Heath. He was certain he could do that. Just take and take and take. He didn’t want to lose Aislin though. He didn’t want to lead on Tabitha. He didn’t want to get his heart ripped out by Uly. He didn’t want to let Nadine know it was OK to stop being a domestic servant.

He was OK with Aislin queen beeing the other girls to fuck him. He was OK with making Tabitha shriek, squeal, and smile. He was OK with Uly pushing her way into bed. He was OK with Nadine serving him however she was told to.

He just knew better. No one can have it all. Aislin would slam the door shut the moment she felt safe to have him cum inside her once again. Tabitha would throw fit after fit. Uly would keep finding ways to show up when it let her fuck. Nadine would be right there. He’d cheat on Aislin. He’d break her heart. He’d be alone, sexless, again.

No.

He needed to know what they wanted and he needed to lay out what he wanted. He couldn’t do that with them competing.

“Go, get ready.” He had slapped Uly’s ass and sent her to her bedroom as they crested the second floor stairs. Tabitha took the hint and bolted to her room. Nadine kissed his cheek and followed Uly who walked. He smirked at Aislin.

“Mouthwash!” she said. “And probably wash your hands. Then you’re good.”

“To the toothbrushes!” He raised his hand triumphantly. She darted up the stairs. He chased her. She cut through the bedroom, tossing away her clothes as she went. Bang! Aislin skidded to a halt as Heath stood at the bedroom door he had heel-kicked closed. He also shed his clothes.

“What?”

“They can wait,” he said. “I want you first.”

Aislin smiled brightly. She almost blushed. It was so sweet. But it was still dangerous and he was still resisting ass-fucking her. Well, a blowjob to start.

He rushed past her and started cleaning his teeth. She smiled and hip-checked him aside. It was comfortable, homely, just happily standing next to each other naked and brushing their teeth. It was something Aislin had never had before. She felt her heart fluttering. Her first. That’s all she needed. And she was getting so much more.

They spat their Crest mouthwash into the sink. He smiled brightly at her, awkwardly super large. He had nice teeth. Braces in junior high and nary a cavity since his baby teeth.

“Well done,” she said, slipping a hand on her hip. “A plus.”

“Thank you very much,” he said. He looked serious at her. “Listen I--”

“Nothing big yet,” she stopped him. “Besides, didn’t you say ‘me first’?” She said, referring to him needing her first.

“No,” he smiled. “I said ‘you first’!”

He grabbed Aislin by the hips and swung her back and out the bathroom door. She giggled and slapped his shoulders, grabbing onto his head as her toes grazed the floor and she was slung over the foot of the bed.

Kiss me first! She thought as he swung open her legs. She must’ve been telepathic. She moaned happily as he leaned over her and kissed her deep on the mouth. She was ready. That slam of the closed door had gotten her going like no other stimulus ever had. He kissed her tits, her stomach, her belly.

“Oh!” she moaned, sharply. Her heels shook in the air. “Yes, oh...” she moaned, softly. He started kissing and licking her sex.

Aislin first. He had said; he didn’t want to be a liar. Besides, wouldn’t she be easier to talk to once he had her pleasured? Or was it when she needed it? He knew he’d agree to near anything when he had a boner; was it the same for girls?

She dug into his scalp, grabbing his hair, clapping her thighs against his ears. He heard ringing. The footsteps, mutters, and metal scrapings were immaterial elsewhere.

“D-did you l-lock the door-oor?” Aislin asked, on shaking vocal cords.

He hadn’t. He had never locked doors. Mom, Aunt Hazel, Jenny, Karen, his cousins. Everyone respected them. Even his roommate at college, at least knocked and came back fifteen minutes later if the door was closed at school.