Chapter 8

“Condoms? She asked for condoms?” Uly said.

“For the fourth time? No. She asked for condiments. We are really really REALLY out of ketchup!” Tabitha finally barked back. “Now, please, I should call Dad.”

“You don’t know what this means?” Uly asked.

“They ran out of condoms?” Tabitha said flatly.

“You’ve seen them! They haven’t been using condoms!” Uly grabbed her mouth and looked to the bedroom door. She had closed it, quintuply checked.

“Why not? Does she want to get pregnant?” Tabitha asked.

“No!” Uly cheered quietly.

“So ... What then?”

“She must figure she’s getting risky,” Uly said. “And we don’t have condoms. I mean, I did. But my bag was in the car when Nadine totaled it.”

“OK, so what?”

“And lube right?” Uly chuckled. “She’s worried.”

“That she doesn’t get wet for Heath anymore?”

“No! The lubes for her butt!” Uly danced her shoulders.

“Ow...”

“It’s not so bad...” Uly smiled. “Wait, I mean, from what I know, it’s not so bad. The one or two guys I knew who were almost Heath-sized I didn’t let near my butt.”

“What? Heath’s only a little taller than most. And you dated that one fat guy ... He was much bigger.”

“No, he was pretty normal,” Uly said. She leaned in and whispered to Tabitha. “I’m talking about their cocks.”

“What?” Tabitha frowned. “Right, I’ve seen porn before. Heath’s smallish. Average.”

“They don’t use average cocks in porn,” Uly said, with affected patience.

“Oh...” Tabitha said. “Oo-oh ... I mean. I guess I’ve only seen porn-sized ones then.”

“How many have you seen?” Uly asked.

“Well, a couple of my older cousins when we used to go camping,”

“Oh!”

“Nothing like that. Gross! You get boys out in the woods and they’ll pee everywhere.” Tabitha crossed her arms and glared.

“Not with hardons,” Uly countered. “If you’d told me about this, I’d have had you introduce me to your family.”

“Shut up!” Tabitha rolled her eyes. “Those, Heath’s, and I gave a couple handjobs after school dances.”

“Oh ... Talk dirtier for me.”

“Fuck off!” Tabitha said. “What now?”

“We make sure Nadine can’t get pregnant for the next few days. I’ve seen how strained things are with Aislin now. Plus, if she’s worried, she’d jump at controlling another safer pussy for Heath. She doesn’t want to let her claws out of him.”

“I’m free and clear for the next week or so,” Tabitha said. “When she signed me up for intramural volleyball, she got me this self-monitoring app and--”

“If it could be you,” Uly said. “Aislin won’t trust you after peeking on them last night.”

“You told me I had to!”

“Yeah, all part of the master plan.” Uly beamed. “Now call your dad.”

Tabitha snarled at Uly as the American girl left the bedroom with a conniving smile on her face.

Nadine sat on the front step. She wore a pair of pink galoshes and thick winter pants. She had a parka on her shoulders and mittens on her hands. She drummed her knees as her dad pulled up. He stopped a ways down the hill, getting out of his car and leaning back on his front bumper before calling to his daughter.

“Hey beautiful!” he waved, but didn’t have the bright smile he had the other times he had made deliveries. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m doing great,” Nadine said. “It’s a bit lonely out here.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that!” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sergeant MacTavish added some questionable goods to the run.” He thumbed back to his car.

“Oh, yeah, condoms and stuff,” Nadine nodded.

“If you’re lonely, it’s not for you, right?” Her dad tried to laugh it off. He gestured wiping sweat off of his brow.

“Or I don’t like condoms,” Nadine shrugged, telling the truth of the matter.

“Your mother’s got the same sense of humor.” He slumped his shoulders. “Men die before women. Men die before women. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.”

Even if his prayer was technically true, Nadine’s dad was much older than her mother anyways. Nadine didn’t say anything. She always felt she made jokes more like her dad than her mom. She couldn’t stand puns.

“Anyway, how are you though?” her dad, said after a moment.

“Good, how’re you? Mom?”

“She’s still a little spooked. I’m making it through this. I’m just glad I retired last year,” he said. “You’re bubbled out here for a while longer? You should have internet at least, in a few weeks.”

“Yeah, well...” Nadine shrugged. “We keep ourselves entertained.”

“I’d be going stir crazy.” Her dad looked over the solitary and lonely house. “Or, at least I’d needle your mother until she went crazy on my behalf.”

“She’s a generous woman,” Nadine nodded.

“You taking care of yourself, sweetpea? Eating right? Yoga or whatever it is you do?”

“I could be doing better,” Nadine admitted. She frowned deeply, which was hard when her dad was dropping the pet names. It wouldn’t do to let her figure go, especially since Aislin seemed to be the only girl really burning calories. “I--Do you think we could get some weights and some yoga mats and stuff?”

“Your mom mentioned the very same thing to Jennifer,” her dad said. “I just figured you’d want to ask for it before I unpacked the car. Now, be sure to wash down any packages before using them.”

“We’ve been doing so,” Nadine said. “That stuff looks heavy, you should have some help.”

“No can do, kiddo,” her dad said. “Don’t wanna cross-contaminate with the stuff in the house, you know?”

“I don’t want you to risk getting sick either,” Nadine agreed. “But I don’t want you hurting your back or driving back home in pain without--”

“Not much of an option,” her dad interrupted. “I’ll just slide everything out the backseat and trunk. You’ll get Heath to carry it in, right honeybutt?”

“Yes,” Nadine nodded, smiling. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

She watched her father unload several boxes onto the frosty brown lawn. Nothing was that big, except for the pyramid rack of barbells. Nadine still worried. They said their goodbyes and he honked twice as he turned the car around and drove off.

“I guess downstairs,” Nadine suggested. “There’s some aerobics tapes with the VCR and all. We’ll probably use them downstairs.”

Heath was now the pack mule. Nadine, the help, was having him grab all of the stuff her dad had dropped off. Aislin, Uly, and Tabitha had chipped in, picking through the stuff to grab whatever was important to them and run it off to wherever it was they went. Nadine at least stayed around to supervise. Sure, Heath could take the heaviest thing, but there was nothing stopping a girl from taking in the DVD player.

He stopped at the top of the stairs. It was awkward enough carrying all the barbells on their stand. He wasn’t going to risk a tumble. He unloaded the rack, and made four trips, up and down. Uly waved from the couch where she was sprawled out watching Robin Hood. At least she wasn’t guzzling wine.

“That’s everything,” Nadine said. “Now, I don’t know how to work that old TV. Do you think you could hook up the DVD player? Please?”

“Uly’s using the TV, I’ll do it later,” Heath said.

“Perfect! Thank you!” Nadine smiled and headed off towards the kitchen. Heath frowned.

Aislin frowned at the carton of Durex that had been delivered. It would only be a handful of days before she could ditch them. She slumped her head. What if sex with a condom wasn’t enough to keep her control of Heath? There had to be more to do.

She had to be proactive. She headed out of the bedroom and started down the stairs. Tabitha was laying on her bed, reading a paperback. Aislin didn’t see Heath so she rushed down to the main floor.

“Hey, exercise stuff is all downstairs,” Heath said.

“Oh, that sounds fun!” Aislin said. “Let’s go get sweaty!”

“I think I’m going to take a quick nap and--”

“Don’t be boring! Come on! Please!” Aislin puppy-dog-eyed Heath and fluttered her lashes. “It’ll be fun.”

“Uly’s down there and--”

“When’s the last time you did anything strenuous?” Aislin said. She saw him blush a little and smirk. She spoke quickly to prevent him from saying it. “Doesn’t count! I’ll take you to bed when we’re done. I just wanna make sure you’re really tired for your nap.”

There was pure sex in her statement. It wasn’t in Heath to resist. He followed Aislin downstairs.

“Hey!” Uly waved her hand from the couch.

“You wanna fuck off?” Aislin asked. “Me and Heath are going to get physical.”

“Heath and I,” Uly said.

“Don’t be like that,” Heath said to Aislin.

“Then she can learn proper grammar,” Uly said, assuming Heath was talking to her.

“Ugh,” Heath said, exasperated. “Look, what are we doing?”

“I’ve seen you fuck before,” Uly said.

“That’s true,” Aislin said. “Enjoy your show.”

“Thanks,” Uly said. “It’s one of my favorites. I used to have a crush on Robin. He’s a fox. I was a weird kid. So glad I didn’t grow up to be a furry.”

Aislin was ignoring Uly. Instead, she grabbed a yoga mat from the shelf under the staircase where Heath had stashed them. She rolled it out on the floor right in front of him. She squatted down, tying her hair back from her face.

“Aislin?” Heath said. “Do we need a yoga video or do you know the poses and stuff--Oh ... OK.”

Aislin unzipped and unbuttoned Heath’s pants. He leaned his head back. She snaked his cock into her left hand. He frowned, if only to keep the smile off of his face. No, that was wrong. It was still awesome. He forced the smirk. He felt Aislin’s hot breath slide down his glans. He knew her shiny wet lips were opening. He grabbed her hair, with both hands.

“Heath?” Aislin looked up wide eyed. She was shocked when he dragged her head fully onto his cock. Her shoulders shook as she grabbed his knees and tried to get her back muscles to match the staccato of her bobbing neck. What had gotten into Heath? Shit! Was he looking at Uly? Had Aislin let herself become just a fleshlight now?

No.

She looked up through her messy bangs and saw Heath laser focused on her. She swallowed around the head of his cock. She managed to keep her reflexes at bay as he invaded her mouth. This was hot. This she could do.

Heath watched her adapt under his furious action on her head. Her tongue stabilized and managed to poked and slide under the middle of his cock. Her wide eyes narrowed and the curves of her stretched lips tried to curl into a smile. She took her left hand from his leg and cupped his balls.

Uly watched in surprise and shock. This was Heath taking a blowjob from Aislin in front of another girl. She had only ever heard Heath take when she listened up the stairs to the bed. All of the sex that happened in the house and been Aislin performing. Marking territory. The scent of Aislin’s leaking pussy had been scattered across the house like she-wolf piss.

Aislin did her best. Heath never quite left her throat. At first it was easier, not having to swallow and gulp all of the time. Now she struggled as her throat muscles all but seized from overwork. She dragged her nails down his thigh. S.O.S. in scratches. He tightened his grip in her hair.

Her spit flooded mouth leaked down his shaft and over her chin. Heath felt godly. He loosened his pinky and ring fingers from her hair and started stroking the side of her head. He felt good.

Aislin twisted her head, but Heath pulled her back into orientation. She tried to use his balls to set the pace. When Heath couldn’t swing his hips like he wanted, Aislin felt him pull her hair faster. Her muscles quaked from her shoulders to her toes. Her shorts were getting sticky with her pussy.

She wouldn’t stop! Heath tried again and again to move her the way he wanted. She’d do it for three or four strokes and then try her own shit again. Uly had stripped off her clothes. She was watching, making use of him with her fingers in her pussy and tight grip on her tit.

There was no complaint, only babbling praise of the feel of Aislin’s throat and tongue. This was amazing. Uly’s eyes on him, being the center of sexual attention, it was great. He tried to quash the feeling. He tried to let it go. He felt like he was being used.

He would’ve killed to have been used by Aislin or by Uly, weeks ago. By Nadine ... By Tabitha? He liked making them happy. He was excited to drive them home when things got scary. He was the white knight, riding into rescue the princesses. He didn’t expect a kiss, or as much as Aislin had eagerly given him. But now that he had it, didn’t he deserve it? He was still making her happy, still taking care of her, still giving.

“Oh my god,” Uly moaned. “Holy crap that’s hot!”

Giving was all good. The blowjob was incredible. The problem wasn’t in him giving. That he approved of. The problem was that he couldn’t give without having more dragged out of him. He gave his love to Aislin and she paraded him around the house. He saw it now, being her bludgeon over the other girls. And he loved her. And she loved him. She had said. He hoped. He had said. He loved her. He hoped.

Be happy with the girl you love! He told himself. He was. Even locked away in the middle of nowhere. Even with the strange games of the house. He was happy. He was just frustrated. He was used. Why couldn’t he stay happy being used?

He knew what had changed. Nadine. It was her first. She had taken too much. She had tried to apologize, to make it better. She had taken from her father and given to Heath. She had taken on the mantle of maidservant. Yet, even now it felt like she was getting what she wanted out of it. He was rewarded with lasagna and strawberry shortcake. Aislin’s lasagna. Aislin’s strawberry shortcake.

What was his was Aislins. He liked that. He provided the ride, the room, the help, the orgasms. She wanted for nothing. Except she wanted more.

“I feel like such an asshole!” he shouted, turning pale. Realizing he had said that out loud.

“She needs an asshole. Pull her hair harder. Fuck her ugly mouth!” Uly demanded.

Heath flicked his eyes to the girl on the couch. When she had performed for him ... Was that about her as well? Did that matter? Why wasn’t it enough to be surrounded by beauty and free to take part?

Aislin might’ve been trying to question or demand or whatever but all she said were eruptions of spittle and wordless gargles.

“Uly give me the couch,” Heath said. Uly scampered away. Good. Say it. Take it.

“Aislin!” he shouted, stopping the forced momentum on her head. She kept bobbing, unable, incapable of stopping. He smirked. “Get your ass over there. It’s mine. Mine!”

He yanked her off of his cock. Her blue eyes were red and bloodshot. Too much red and purple color left her face. He squatted down, grabbed her beneath her armpits and took her to her feet.

“Heath...” she panted. She squealed as he marched her across the room and pushed her down onto the cushions.

“Aislin,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you.”

He kissed her and she grabbed his face. He climbed his right leg over her and reached for the waistband of her shorts. She grabbed his wrists. She had to bite his lip to slow him down.

“What?” he asked.

“No.” She shook her head.

He stopped. He couldn’t go on. He didn’t think he should ask, just respect. His mom had expectations of him with girls. With women. He tried to flush away his childish “Me! Me! Me!” frustration he had fed during the blowjob. He still couldn’t push it down all of the way.

“Why?” he asked.

“Not--Look, let me finish the blowjob,” she evaded his question. She slithered out to the corner of the couch. She pulled up her shorts and threw away Uly’s that she’d found under her butt.

“The blowjob was hot to watch.” Uly licked her lips. “But let me see you fuck her!”

“Uly...” Aislin looked over her shoulder at the girl who rested on the old box tv. Uly wasn’t fucking herself anymore. She was just smirking, watching.

“Babe, I love you,” Heath said. “I need you.”

He put all of his honesty into need.

“I’m yours,” Aislin said. “I love you too.”

He kissed her again and she slithered away. He stopped. He felt ashamed. She had said no.

“Boo!”

“Let me suck you,” Aislin said.

“No. I think--I think I’m making a fool of myself.”

He looked at Uly. Aislin’s face burned red until she could stomp down her jealousy. Instead, she slipped around and grabbed his cock.

“Aislin?” Heath said, surprised.

She answered by licking his cock. She took the head into her mouth. Her throat ached but her tongue was limber and she was better able to give him the head she had promised him. Plus, maybe he’d grab her hair again.

Instead, he just looked at the back of her head. He moaned, he couldn’t help how good it felt. Even with his “No.” a second ago. A “No.” she ignored. He had no interest in saying it again. It felt so good. But it wasn’t what he asked for. It wasn’t his choice.

He took her neck in his right hand and chased his left down to her ass again. He slid his hand under her waistband and ran his fingers down the crack of her ass to her wet pussy. She shivered under his touch and he slipped two fingers into her.

Uly bit her lip. She watched the fuck with unstated permission. It wasn’t even voyeuristic anymore. She had earned her place so close. Earned her place by the sounds of Tabitha’s whimperings. Uly wasn’t masturbating anymore. She hated the half-measure. Say “No.” again Aislin. That’s all Uly needed to call Nadine and--

Uly smirked. If she yelled to Nadine, that could interrupt the flow. It’s not like she could text the girl, there was no cell service down here.

Heath cracked an eye as Uly tried to suppress the sound of her supervillainous laugh. Great ... Great. Yeah, Aislin. Great!

He had managed to flush most of his misgivings. He was getting great head. His girl was giving her love to him and all he had to do was lay back and take it. That wasn’t all he did. He reached over; she was so wet. She dripped for him. Her mouth was amazing. He loved her place on her knees, he loved her supplication, he loved her smug little smirk around his cock. As best she could anyways. It was all in her eyes.