Chapter 108: Abby and Deedee’s Story

Friday, June 11, 1971

The grey light of dawn crept in around the edges of the curtained window. I closed my eyes again, blocking out the light and yawned as I lifted my arm to check the Rolex on my wrist when I suddenly discovered that my arm wouldn’t move.

After a brief moment of panic, I opened my eyes, turning my head to my left. The mass of black hair was unfamiliar to me, until I noticed the light ‘coffee-with-double-cream’ skin.

“She was sitting in the parlor outside your room, almost asleep, when I came back last night,” Ileana said from my right side.

The sound of her voice had startled me. I’m used to waking up early, but this morning I seemed a little slow.

“I decided that since you ended up alone last night, I’d come back to keep you company. When I saw her there, looking like a lost puppy, I just decided to invite her to join us,” Ileana explained.

“I must have really been out of it; I never heard you come in,” I replied.

“I told her to climb over and she just nestled right in the crook of your arm. She was asleep in minutes,” Ileana explained, as she stretched her arms over her head. She was wearing a cropped t-shirt that rose over her breasts when she stretched, exposing her luscious nipples.

“Wow! Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked lecherously.

“You don’t know how tempted I was,” she said with a sigh as she slipped out of the bed. “But I’m still on my monthlies and decided you needed the sleep. It won’t be long though!”

As Ileana made her way to the bathroom, Abby lifted her head sleepily and looked at me.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Abby said with a big grin. “I hope you’re not angry with me. Your wife said it was okay to sleep with you.”

“It’s fine,” I told her. “I like sleeping with pretty girls.”

Abby blushed as she realized how it sounded.

“I just wanted to be near you. I’ve never slept with a boy before. In fact, last night was the first time I’d ever kissed one.”

“And you did it well,” I told her, “for someone who has never kissed a boy before.”

“When I kissed you, I mean, it was so like nothing I could have ever imagined. Momma told me for years, that I was supposed to marry a certain man. And that he would be the son of twin gods, and would wear a crown, and that he would speak to my heart. And when you said you were considered the son of two different nation’s sun gods, and that you’re a prince, and then you spoke to my heart, well, I was so relieved to finally find you, I couldn’t sleep. I just had to be near you. I was afraid that this is all a dream, or that it wasn’t really true. So I wanted you to tell me again. Is it true? Are you really all those things? And didn’t you speak to my heart last night?” Abby spoke in a rush, cramming all her thoughts into one long running question.

“Yes, Abby. I am all of those things. But we should probably speak with your sister before this goes any further, because Deedee seemed to have some reservations last night,” I told her.

“Oh, that’s just Deedee. She’s my protector,” Abby said, as if that explained everything.

“Well, why don’t you go and get her and meet us in the Dining Car in a few minutes,” I suggested. “Then we can talk with her about how you feel. Okay?”

The borrowed t-shirt slid up, exposing her bare behind as she climbed over me to get out of the bed. As she got halfway, on her hands and knees, her face was directly above mine, she stopped. Looking into my eyes, she asked, “You will speak to my heart again, won’t you?”

I lifted my head slightly, and kissed her lightly on the lips, while flooding her with my love. A little bit of my desire must have crept in as well, as she moaned lightly.

” Yes, Abby. I will speak to your heart anytime you will let me,” I thought to her.

“ABBY!” Deedee screamed from the doorway. “NO-o-o-o!”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as I realized what Deedee must be thinking. Fortunately, Abby had climbed over the sheet covering my body, so as she sat up in alarm at her sister’s voice, the naked pussy she ground against a very awake Little Mike was protected from actually touching her bare pussy.

But the look on Abby’s face, as she realized just where she had landed, was priceless.

“Please, Ileana, would you come help Abby off of me,” I said, trying to keep from cracking up.

Ileana was laughing as she realized the same thing that I did. Deedee just stood there in the doorway, horrified, as all the wrong assumptions ricocheted through her mind.

As Abby slid off, I sat up. “I think we need to talk. Could you and your sister meet us in the Dining Car in five minutes?” I asked Deedee. “Ileana and I need to throw on some clothes.”

Deedee looked from us to Abby and back to me. “I’m not sure what there is left to talk about,” she said with a note of fear in her voice.

“Dee, please!” Abby pled. “I was just getting up to come get you.”

“How long have you been here?” Deedee asked.

“Since last night,” as it dawned on her what Deedee was thinking. “Dee-e-e! Nothing happened!” she cried out in embarrassment.

I think it was the combination of our laughter and Abby’s plea that convinced her. But Deedee could have just read her as well. Anyway, Deedee seemed to accept Abby’s word and relaxed slightly.

“Let’s make it fifteen minutes,” she suggested. “I think my sister needs a shower. She smells like a bitch in heat!” she said. It wasn’t mean, just teasing her little sister for causing her to worry. It took me a second to realize she was teasing Abby. I was to find out later that Deedee has a very dry sense of humor.

After they left, Ileana turned, eyeing me like a hungry tiger.

“Good! I won’t really need fifteen minutes, but five would have been pushing it!” she said as she flipped the sheet off of me and lowered her head to engulf Little Mike.

While she was right, we didn’t need fifteen minutes, we could have taken a little longer to dress instead of rushing so. It turns out the sisters didn’t get there until Ileana and I were on our second cup of coffee.

We were parked on a siding. All I knew was that we were somewhere near downtown, as I could see the skyline of Houston’s tall buildings out the Dining Car window. The sky was still overcast, as I had noticed last night, and suddenly I wished for the internet so I could check out the forecast for today in Houston.

Abby slid in beside me, and Deedee slid in beside Ileana.

“Coffee, juice, or something else,” I asked.

“Orange juice would be nice,” Deedee replied. Karla must have anticipated that they might be thirsty, for she followed them to the table, pouring two glasses of juice from the pitcher she carried. “More coffee?” she asked me.

After Karla departed, Ileana and I sat silently, waiting on them to start the conversation.

“Abby explained what happened,” Deedee said. “She also insists you are the one she has been searching for.”

“I take it you’re not convinced?” I asked.

“Let’s say that I am a naturally skeptical person,” she replied.

“Since I tend to be as well, I understand. Would you like to see?”

“What do you mean?” Deedee asked.

“Here. Let me show you,” I said as I connected them and Ileana, and replayed this morning’s little soirée from my point of view.

“Oh! Did I make it do that?” Abby asked, referring to my earlier hard-on.

“Yes, ma’am, that was most definitely your fault,” I told her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. My boobs are not very big, so I never thought anyone would think I was sexy. At least not sexy enough to cause that!” she said innocently.

“Well, now you know that you were wrong. I think you are very sexy!” I told her with a grin. “That just means you’ll have to be extra careful when you’re around me, especially if I’m naked.”

“But I’ve never been around you when you’re naked,” she replied.

“You slept with me didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. But I ... OH!” she exclaimed as she figured it out.

Hiding her face in her hands, she blushed deeply. “Oh, no!” she cried.

“Abby ... Sweetie,” I said as I hugged her to me. “It’s all right. I didn’t do anything. I mean maybe if I had woke up, it might be a different story; but, you’re still safe. You just have to be careful climbing into bed with naked guys that think you’re sexy.”

Deedee was smiling across the table at her little sister. I could sense her relief at her what her little sister hadn’t done.

“Well, that was enlightening,” Deedee said, “but I was referring to you being the one.”

“Well, that will be your and Abby’s call. So let’s start with you. What do you need to be convinced?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. You were pretty open with your ... er ... interesting tale last night. But now, in the light of day, I’d like to examine it closer,” Deedee said. “And I guess we should tell you a little more about us.”

“Okay, would you care for breakfast while we talk?” I asked.

They did, so I motioned for Karla. After she took our requests, Abby squeezed my hand happily as she waited for her sister to start.

“My real name is Ayida (eye-e-da) Sèvis Montclair. My sister’s real name is Atabei (uh-ta-bay) Maria Stéphanie Montclair,” she started. “Our father, John Sebastian Montclair was sent by the American State Department as an advisor to Haiti in 1949 to help oversee the process of holding Haiti’s first open elections. Shortly after he arrived he met my mother at a reception. He courted her and finally married her a week after the elections, on October 14, 1950. My mother’s family were prominent landholders, trying to stay politically neutral throughout all the changes over the last decade. Their wedding was a large affair. Even the new president, President Magloire, attended.