Chapter 73: Wednesday, Oct. 24

I woke up with Kacie laying half on top of me, a leg thrown over both of mine.

The big problem, though, was she had her hand in the fly of my boxers, holding me loosely in her slumber. And her nightie had ridden up again, giving me a glimpse of fur.

The sight of the two things, which were just inches apart, had me on the rise. I needed to get her off me, but I didn’t want to push her off into the floor.

I tried to slide out from under her to my right, but I was already up against the wall and didn’t have room to move without disturbing her. So I tried going to my left.

That was a mistake.

I was able to move far enough that she was now on top of me, those incredible boobs pressing into my chest and a leg on either side of me. She maintained her grip, if anything tightening it slightly as things got almost aligned. She murmured in her sleep when I poked her.

Her hips shifted and flexed a little, trying to get me inside her. It only took her three or four flexes to succeed. She moaned happily and settled back into a deeper sleep as I slid into her.

Fuck it, I thought, grabbing her hips and pumping gently. If she wants to put herself at risk like this, then I’ll just have to show her the error of her ways.

Kacie’s eyes shot open with a startled gasp as a tremor raced through her. She whined and squeezed me deliciously as she realized what was happening.

“Don’t you ever get enough?” she panted as she started working her hips.

“You started it,” I grunted, tightening my grip and adding a little force to my thrusts. “I tried to get out of bed and you wouldn’t let me.”

My sister endured another spasm, then really went to work. I was afraid her whines and squeals would alert the folks, if not the whole damned neighborhood, as she started reaching for a big one. Instead of smothering her cries with a kiss this morning, she bit into my shoulder as her body shook violently.

Despite the shock of pain, I unleashed what felt like a huge load into her. Now it was my turn to try avoiding alerting the world with my cries.

Kacie slumped atop me, both of us gasping for breath. I soon wilted and slipped out with a trickle of fluid flowing over my groin.

The ineffectiveness of my efforts to keep quiet were made apparent by a knock on my door. Kacie flew out of bed and was in the bathroom, seemingly without ever touching the floor, just a tick before Dad cracked the door open.

“Everything all right in there?” he asked with a concerned note.

“Cramp,” I panted, lifting my left leg and reaching to massage the calf as he stuck his head in. “I think the extra gassers I ran yesterday finally caught up to me.”

“Huh, OK,” he grunted, easing back out. “You need to get up and start getting ready for school. It’s already after 6 and your mother wants to be there on time. We’ll take you. You can get a ride home with Jed or somebody.”

“Yes, sir,” I groaned, trying to roll out of bed and stuff my dick back in my boxers without him noticing.

At least I didn’t have to fake a limp once he closed the door. I’d already forgotten which leg was supposed to have been afflicted.

I heard the toilet flush before I got to the bathroom. Kacie was entering the shower and I shucked out of my boxers to join her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kacie snapped.

“Taking a shower,” I said, reaching past her to grab the soap. “I have to go in early and don’t have time to wait for you.”

“Well, keep that thing to yourself,” my sister commanded. “It felt like everybody in band knew I was walking funny yesterday.”

“Maybe they’ll think that’s just the way you walk if you show up like that every day,” I smirked as I began scrubbing.

“You wish,” she snorted. “There’d be that one week each month when I didn’t. Besides, Morgan said you need to save something for the game Friday. She’s afraid you won’t be able to run away from people who want to hurt you if you screw me every morning.”

I admit Morgan probably had a point, but I maintain I wasn’t the one who started it.

“Maybe you should wear panties or sleep in your own bed,” I retorted.

“But I sleep better when you’re here,” Kacie said. “And those commandos of yours didn’t have any problem going commando.”

Good Lord, girl. That was fiction. It’s not like I actually expect the females in my life to behave that way.

I hurried up and rinsed off before my sister got any other bright ideas. I was already running late. I didn’t need to give Mom yet another reason to take a strip out of my hide.

I got out, toweled off and stepped to the sink to brush my teeth. The mirror showed a nasty bruise already forming where Kacie bit me. Fortunately, it was in a spot that would be covered by every shirt I owned. I wasn’t in the habit of wearing tanktops and the weather at this time of year wasn’t really conducive for them.

Back in my room, I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and opened a closet that was seriously devoid of clothes. There were a few dress shirts, but no polos except for the white team shirt. And I needed to save it for Friday.

“Hey, Kace,” I said, sticking my head back in the bathroom to find my sister wrapped in a towel brushing her hair out, “what happened to my clothes?”

“Mom took some of the stuff you’ve outgrown to Goodwill,” my sister replied.

“Surely I didn’t outgrow everything,” I said. “There’s only a few shirts left. Not even any slacks.”

“Then wear one of the shirts,” my sister reasoned. “The pants you wore yesterday will be good for another day. And don’t call me Shirley.”

Looks like I need to bring some things home from the apartment. The blue team shirt chief among them.

I put on the pants, which still had everything in the pockets, and pulled a shirt off a hanger. Then put it back. It was too small. So was the next one, but the third time was the charm. Barely. Good thing I didn’t need to button the collar to wear a tie.

It was still a little before 7 when I reached the kitchen, where Mom and Dad were having another cup of coffee. Mom had to pick on my clothing choice. Apparently, the shirt and windbreaker I’d worn home Monday clashed too much for her taste.

“There’s not much else in the closet and this one sorta fits,” I said. “Kacie said you took a lot of it to Goodwill.”

“Not that much,” she snorted. “Those girls claimed more for themselves. You either need to bring some home from Arlene’s or let them go buy you enough to keep here.”

I’m sure that’d go over well. All I needed was to ask them to do even more shopping. And I’m sure I’d get to pay for it all, now that they knew I had money. I wondered how many outfits they’d get for themselves as they shopped for me.

Mom granted me just enough time for a muffin and a cup of yogurt — I made sure to grab peach so Kacie wouldn’t be upset with me for taking a flavor she preferred — before hustling me out the door. I was stepping into the garage when I realized I hadn’t had my pineapple juice for the second day in a row. Pretty sure Mom wouldn’t allow me to rectify the matter. We were on her schedule now.

I climbed into the back seat of the X5 with Dad taking shotgun. The garage door risked incurring my mother’s wrath with its slow ascent. That thing better be careful. It might find itself being replaced if it caused her to be late.

The ride to school was strangely silent. I was surprised Mom didn’t get on me for getting into more trouble. I guess the video clip she watched numerous times last night had curbed her need to chastise me further.

We pulled into a visitor’s space in the front parking lot early enough to please Coach Tucker. Grandpa’s Cadillac and George Patterson’s Mercedes were already parked, leading me to wonder just how nasty things were about to get.

Since I had a few minutes, I went to my locker to get what I needed for my morning classes and rejoined my parents at the main office. Bill Richards came in at 7:28 according to my phone and we were escorted back to the conference room where I’d learned of tabloid accusations of being a pedophile. Once again, Dr. Stirling, Chief Baxter of the school district police department and Harold Chapman, the district’s lawyer, were there, along with Mr. Dunwoody, Mrs. Montero and Coach Tucker.

This did not look good. I was beginning to think I may not be attending that hearing tomorrow. I mean, why bother if I was no longer enrolled in this school?

Dr. Stirling gave me a rather indecipherable look and got things started.

“Since I have not been to my office yet this morning, I have no way of knowing if Dr. Franks has formally submitted his resignation,” the superintendent said. “But, based on the conversation we had last evening, I expect it to be there by the time I arrive. He cited concern for his family’s safety as his main reason for departing.”

“That’s good to hear,” Grandpa said. “About the resignation, anyway.”

“I want to know exactly what happened last night,” Chief Baxter said. “We need to determine if either side acted in a manner that would require my attention.”

Grandpa snorted at that and pulled out his phone, but the chief held up a hand to forestall him.

“I want to hear Gary’s side first, Mr. Robinson,” the cop said. “I’ve already taken a statement from Dr. Franks. Then we can look at the video and see which version is closer to the truth.”

So, I recited the events as best as I could recall — introduction, nice to meet you, hand extended, Ralphie going apeshit.

“I might have just let it go if he hadn’t made the crack about how he should have expelled me when he had the chance,” I said. “I put up with enough of his crap in the week he was principal. I never did anything that warranted such punishment and everyone here knows it, or should. I’ve said more than once that I have plenty of respect for authority, just not those who abuse it.”

“Did you ever threaten Dr. Franks?” Mr. Chapman asked.

“Not directly,” I said. “I never said anything about doing him physical harm and I never raised a hand as if to strike him. The only thing I said I’d do is seduce his daughter. If that didn’t work, I’d come back and seduce his wife.”

“Would you?” Dr. Stirling asked.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” I said. “I gave him until the end of the month to get out of town. If he does that, I’m not going chasing after them. I’ve got more than enough to deal with already.”

That brought more than a few chuckles from the men and scowls from Mom and Mrs. Montero.

“I admit, Miss Franks may not quite fit in with your coterie of girlfriends,” Mr. Patterson smirked, making me realize I’d boinked the daughters of three of the men here and had at least gone on dates with the daughters of two others. “Obviously, you haven’t met Mrs. Franks.”

“Not that I’m aware of,” I said. “Does it really matter?”

“He outkicked his coverage,” Coach Tucker snorted. “In a big way.”

“It seems you caused severe feelings of inadequacy to resurface,” Mr. Patterson added. “In a big way.”

“Look, I never tried to do anything to the man, even when I had cause,” I said. “He fired the first shot when he decided to make an example of me that first week. All I did was apply for a second parking permit. Since then, I’ve been accused of pretty much everything except kidnapping the Lindbergh baby.”

“Watch it, Robinson,” Mr. Dunwoody growled. “You’re not exactly pure as the driven snow, ya know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mom asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

“He’s turned in another assignment for Creative Writing that dealt with an inappropriate subject,” Mrs. Montero snapped.

“Another?” Mom asked, her eyes narrowing even more, if that was possible.

“The first one dealt with the power dynamics in a Dominant/submissive relationship,” I said, causing Mrs. Montero to blush and Mr. Dunwoody’s scowl to deepen, if that was possible. “I got an A on it and I expect to get one on this one, too. Dr. Robinson said I have a nice writing style.”

“You let your aunt read it?” Mom snapped before Dad cut in with a superseding question.

Which was good for me. I didn’t want to think how Mom would react to the story of all the girls reading it and that Kacie was the one who brought Karen into the picture. Which, now that I thought about it, may have had something to do with the way Karen acted that evening.

“What was inappropriate about it?” Dad asked.

“It was kinda suggestive, but in a humorous way,” I said. “There was nothing explicit.”

At least not in the version I’d intended to turn in.

“I’ll show you what Mrs. Cohen showed us,” Dr. Stirling said, attempting to regain control of the situation. “But let’s get back to the current matter. Chief Baxter, do you have any further questions for Gary?”

“I’m good,” he said. “The accounts basically match up. Neither denies saying what the other has accused them of. Let’s take a look at that video now.”

“Do y’all mind if I just wait out front?” I asked. “I really don’t feel like reliving it again. I’ve got some reading I can do while I wait.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Mr. Chapman said. “Since Dr. Franks isn’t here, that’ll keep things even.”

The administrators didn’t have any objection as long as I stayed in the front office. They wanted me to be within easy reach just in case the hammer fell. If it did, I was supposed to be under it.

I gathered my things and headed for the door. I could read over a couple of Lady Macbeth’s scenes while I waited.

As I opened the door, Grandpa leaned over to Mr. Patterson.

“Did you get it?” Grandpa asked quietly.

“Right here,” Mr. Patterson said with an evil grin.

That piqued my curiosity. I guess I’d find out what they were up to when they wanted me to.

I found an empty chair, settled in and started reading. Lady Macbeth came across as a manipulative bitch. I think her ambition may have exceeded that of her husband. At least, I don’t think he would have been so quick to off King Duncan without her prodding.

It made me wonder if there was a similar dynamic between Ralph Franks and his wife. The dude never impressed me as the type who knew what he was doing when put in charge.

The first bell rang, prompting me to put my things away and sit patiently. I was surprised none of the ladies in the office told me to get my butt to class, but they had their hands rather full with the number of students who required their attention for some minor emergency or another.

I thought about what my reaction would be if they did decide to come down on me extra hard.