Chapter 35

Joyce woke up at around seven thirty, coming out of the bedroom, and finding me sitting alone in the dark in the living room.

"Kenny, why did you let me sleep so long?"

"You looked like you needed the rest. Brenda called while you were sleeping. She got the notice from Frank. She wanted me to help her with getting Frank to rescind the notice, or by me giving her the money instead. I offered to let her come over and explain why I should give her some money, but she didn't like what I told her she'd need to do to get me to listen to her."

"Have sex with you?"

"No, that was something she offered on her own. I told her she had to lick your pussy for ten minutes before I'd listen to her."

"Did you really?" I saw Joyce perking right up, after I told her what I'd asked Brenda to do. She was definitely interested. Earlier, she had been staring at Brenda and Emily, probably imagining the two of them doing things with each other. I was starting to think that all girls were a little bit interested in other girls. They certainly touched each other a lot more than men touched other men.

"She's still playing hard to get. Maybe I should have just asked her to come over and let you eat her pussy. She might have gone for that."

"I'd have to work up to that. I don't think I could just start out doing something like that. I've never even kissed a girl before. Except for my relatives, and that one time I told you about, you're the only man I've ever kissed. I'd do it to her if you wanted me to though. You tell me what you want me to do, Kenny, and I'll do it if I can."

"I want you to only do what you want to do. Whatever excites you to do. That's something you need to figure out for yourself, Joyce. Don't do things you don't want to, just because other people are doing them, or because someone else wants you to do it. Even this baby thing, you shouldn't do it unless you really want to."

"I do. I knew I'd do it as soon as you told me about your idea. Having your baby is a real thing, something I can believe might happen. What Mama used to tell me, about us being together, getting married, that was too much for me to believe in. I hope I get pregnant right away. How long, after you stop taking them, do the birth control pills stop working?"

"I don't know. I think after you start a new cycle without them. When is your period due?"

"I had just three pills left yesterday."

"You should be able to get pregnant during your next ovulation then. I don't think you can have a baby the regular way, not with the way your hips are now, Joyce. You'd probably need a C section."

"Won't the doctors make that decision?"

"We have time anyway. What do you think I should try next with Emily?"

We spent two more hours talking about Emily, about what went wrong, and about how we could convince Brenda to quit saying things in front of Emily. Joyce agreed with me that Emily still had a big thing for Brenda, and that Brenda's remarks were what drove Emily away from the pool. It was frustrating to me, because for Emily, Brenda was the key, and for me, it was Emily that was the key. I needed Brenda's cooperation, but I also knew she'd turn on us, if she saw even the slightest advantage to her in doing so.

"Kenny, have you thought about how all these girls parents are going to react if you manage to get them to agree to what you propose? All of them are still minors."

"I'm not too worried about any of the mothers, especially Brenda's, but all of the fathers might be a problem. I hadn't really thought about it. It gets more complicated when you actually might get the girls to agree."

"I think you need to get Emily to agree without Brenda necessarily being a part of things. If you do that, Brenda will try to worm her way in on her own. The other way, Brenda has too much leverage with Emily."

"Emily won't go for this without Brenda. If I had any hope that she would, I wouldn't touch Brenda with a ten foot pole."

"How come Emily allows Brenda to treat her like she does? Doesn't she believe what you keep telling her. I don't even know Brenda, but I could recognize the way she felt stronger and more in control every time Emily didn't fight back. I thought she'd do something, after Brenda said those things about her liking only girls. She acts scared, and Brenda gets more confident and demanding when she does."

"Emily likes being dominated, but she likes to fight against it too. It excites her to be restrained, forced to do things. Brenda gets Emily going, by appearing to be reluctant, and forcing Em to have to plead with her to be allowed to do things. These are things that Brenda really likes. Brenda had Emily begging to be allowed to lick her pussy. She could talk Emily into doing things for her, like helping her clean her room, to be allowed that pleasure. Emily hates any kind of cleaning, but she did it for Brenda. It's weird for me, because Em doesn't act that way around me. She wants to be dominated differently by each of us."

We both took separate showers and I drove us back home at around ten. We hadn't settled on any new plan, but it was comforting to have Joyce working on this with me. I knew she wouldn't quit, not without first exploring every possible avenue. Additionally, unlike me, Joyce had an open communication channel with Emily.

At work, the following morning, I was wrapping up a report I was making for my father about the changes I had noticed in the loading and picking area. Cee Cee had refined things during the nine months that I had been absent from work. Sales had grown by about seventeen per cent, but all picking and loading was being done with fewer people working at their jobs. I noticed there were two fork lifts operating all morning now, and there were no more people that were loaders only. Cee Cee had phased out all the ones who couldn't do well at both jobs.

"Kenny, I just got through talking on the phone with Emily. She said she went over and told Shirley about what you were proposing. She said Shirley listened to what she said, but wouldn't tell her how she felt about it. Emily wanted to know if we were fucking yesterday."

"She came right out and asked you?"

"I think she must have spoken with Brenda too, but she didn't say she had. She asked me if I had fucked you over at your Uncle's house last night. I told her we didn't fuck, but then she asked if we did anything, so I told her we fooled around, and you ate me. You told me not to lie to her."

"Did she say anything when you told her that?"

"She asked me how I could go along with your plan, when I knew you loved her."

"I'm not sure that's good. If Emily starts focusing on the other girls, and why they are going along, she is more likely to just start getting mad at all of us. I don't want her mad, I want her thinking about all the advantages she'd have by going along with this."

"She seemed upset that none of the rest of us are reacting like she did. I think she's afraid you might decide to just go ahead without her. She still loves you, Kenny. I'm starting to think she had her own plans for you, and this thing of yours is a big, unwelcome, surprise."

"What kind of plans? She's been telling me to keep away from her, to not even speak with her. I don't think that's much of a plan, not if she wanted us to get back together."

"I don't know, but she sounded concerned. She has to still be interested if she's going around talking to Shirley like that. I wonder if she called Brenda, or if Brenda called her."

"How do you know they talked after they left the pool area?"

"Emily knew I was over at Uncle Bunny's house with you last night. Mama wouldn't tell her that, so that leaves only Brenda, and she didn't know where we were, not until she called Mama and got the phone number to call you."

"Brenda and Emily talking has to be a good thing."

"Maybe not. Not if Brenda called to tell Emily she didn't want to ever do anything with her again. Brenda might be jealous of Emily and want to make her feel bad."

I went out to lunch with Joyce and my father. It was unusual for him to join us, and I thought, right away, that he was doing it so that he could pump Joyce and I for information about how the day before had turned out. We had a good lunch, and I let him drag the information out of me that Brenda was causing us problems, because she wasn't treating Emily very well. I knew the information would be filtered quickly back to my mother. I expected that Brenda would be receiving a phone call soon, with an invitation extended, to have lunch with Mama.

I was sitting at home, going over the monthly accounting report for the group homes, when Emily called me.

"Did you get your harem all set up yet?"

"Not yet. There's still a few openings. If you sign on, all the rest will fall into line too."

"Not me. I already told you. What did you say to Brenda? She keeps calling me and saying that she wants for us to be friends."

"I haven't talked to her since yesterday afternoon. She hung up me when I asked her to come over and lick Joyce's pussy." Emily laughed, surprised that I'd tell her about what happened.

"You really did ask her that?"

"She was being a pain in the ass, complaining about losing her inheritance, and I was mad at her for treating you like she did."

"Why should you care how she treats me? It isn't any of your concern."

"I don't like Brenda acting like she does, and you just seem to encourage it. If you keep allowing her to walk all over you, that's what she'll do."

"What are you doing with Joyce?"

"I thought you already talked to her. She says she told you what we did."

"She said you ate her pussy."

"I did."

"Why? You can't find her attractive."

"Don't be so sure. She gets cuter every day. If you wait too long, she might finish growing up, and I might marry her instead."

"I don't care. Marry her now, if you want to."

"I might have to do that. I'd rather it was you, but, if it can't be you, it will probably be Joyce."

"Brenda thinks I should marry you, and then get half your money, then split it with her."

"Brenda is always a delight. Any idea she has always is for Brenda's benefit."

"What about Shirley? She needs a husband."

"I'd never marry Shirley."

"Why not?"

"I'm not sure, but I know I never would. Joyce and I will be having lunch, and another pool side discussion tomorrow. You're welcome to join us."

"Are you going to be inviting Brenda too?"

"I'll invite her if that would make it more likely that you'd be there."

"Why do you want me there? I already told you I won't be part of your plan."

"Come to the club tomorrow. After we finish at the pool, I'll take you to Uncle Bunny's, and lick your pussy."

"You'd like that."

"So would you."

"If I do come and do that, will you let Brenda have her inheritance?"

"You're asking me to give her three million dollars."

"It was supposed to be her money anyway. You tricked her into losing it."

"She says I tricked her? She knew she had to stay year round at that school, but she came home for the summer anyway, hoping Uncle Bunny's lawyer wouldn't find out about it. He found out, and he sent her a default of terms notification. I had nothing to do with that. I knew he was going to do it, because he called me about it. He was forced to do what he did by the terms of Uncle Bunny's will. He couldn't do anything else."

"You knew she was coming back home, you could have said something to warn her she'd lose her money."

"I honestly didn't remember the terms of the will. I wasn't even thinking about Brenda."

"You could give her your money."

"Why should I?"

"So I would come with you tomorrow."

"Too expensive for me. How about if I just give you a few hundred when I'm done, and you can give that money to her?"

I had the phone out, away from my ear, but I still heard the noise of her slamming the phone down. I wondered if Brenda had been with Emily when she called? I had to smile when I pictured Brenda leaning in close to Emily, so she could hear my responses to Emily's requests and questions. If Brenda was there, I figured I'd be getting a call back soon, with Emily trying to negotiate for a larger payment. I didn't get a call back.

The next morning, when Joyce and I drove, in separate cars over to the club, I saw Emily's Cadillac parked near the clubhouse. We walked up to the clubhouse restaurant, and Brenda and Emily were sitting together, having their lunches. Joyce and I sat at a table next to theirs. We were looking at the menu when Emily asked me if we weren't going to join them.

"No, we don't want to intrude. I'll sign for your lunches though, don't worry."

"You invited us." This from Brenda.

"Not a problem Brenda. You know you're always welcome to eat with us."

"I did what you asked me to do. I made up with Emily. We're friends again."

"That's good. I suspected as much from her phone call last night. I hope you at least got her to lick you too, Emily. I'd hate to think she got you to appeal to me by only having to let you lick her pussy."

"Are you jealous, Kenny? I thought this was what you wanted us to be doing?"

"It was, but I didn't think I'd have to be paying Brenda so you could eat her."

"She didn't charge me. She asked me for a favor, as a friend."

"Did you eat her pussy yet, Brenda?"

"That isn't any of your business, Kenny." Emily was getting pissed again. I figured that must mean that Brenda hadn't done it for her.

We didn't do too much more chatting over lunch, but later, at the pool, we talked quite a bit. I answered questions, mostly Brenda's, and mostly about what she had to do so I stopped being mad at her.

"You never answered the question I asked you at lunch, Brenda." I looked over at her. I was pretty sure she hadn't but I wanted her to admit it in front of Emily.

"Kenny, I told you, what Brenda and I did, or didn't do, isn't any of your business. If you ask her again, we're leaving."

"Did you eat her pussy, or not, Brenda?" I watched as Emily stood up. Brenda hadn't gotten up yet, but she was trying to decide how she wanted to play it.

"Are you coming, Brenda?" Emily looked worried, knowing that Brenda might not go with her.

"I'm the rich one, Brenda, not her. If you leave without answering my question, you won't ever be invited back here."

"I was going to, but, she told me I didn't have to do it." Brenda rushed to get the words out, and then she stood up so she could model her bikini for all of us. Emily was still standing, but I could see that Brenda's admission had injured Emily's pride. I could also imagine how the conversation must have gone.

"Thank you. You can leave with Emily now, Brenda. I've found out what I wanted to know. Em, I'm afraid you'll never learn. Your weakness brings out the meanness in Brenda. She always takes advantage of any weakness she encounters. If you listened to what I tell you, you could have her eating all her meals straight out of your pussy. I'm going to let you do things your way though. Brenda, would you be willing to lick Joyce's pussy everyday, if I decided to let you in on my plan without Emily?"

"Would I get to live like you promised before?"

"Yes, you'd have a house with Joyce, and all of your reasonable expenses would be taken care of, as soon as I got you pregnant."

"As long as you guys didn't go telling everybody I was doing that. I'd rather it was with Emily though, since we're back to being friends and all."

"Go with Emily, and let me think about it. Call me after you've licked Emily's pussy enough that she's had at least five cums. I'll have decided by then. Come on Joyce. It looks like its going to just be the two of us again today."

We went over to Uncle Bunny's house and discussed company business for several hours. Joyce was trying to develop an automatic shipping schedule for the eight product transportation railway hubs my Dad had opened up. She was having difficulties, because there was such a disparity between what was being ordered at different times. I asked her if she wouldn't know more if she worked off the daily delivery invoices for each store served by the hubs. That should provide her with easier to interpret data than the individual deliveries from the railroad invoices did. We started discussing the need for getting everything organized and having it processed through a computer. There was too much data being compiled, and too little interpretation of it. The costs for putting everything on computer should be less than the savings from being able to see right away what we were doing in every area.

We were still talking when Brenda called me. She said that Emily had refused to let her eat her.

"I can't believe that Brenda. She loves having me eat her. You must have made her think you didn't really want to do it."