Chapter 5

"Come on in, I was just getting ready to grab something to drink. Want anything?" I asked as I turned the stereo off. "I've got Coke, Sprite, diet Pepsi and iced tea."

He looked a little surprised at my calmness but said Coke would be good. When I got back with them we sat down in the living room. "Was that the White Album?" he asked.

I nodded and replied "good music to work out with. So what brings you by? You look like you've got something on your mind."

He looked away for a moment and after taking a deep breath and releasing it he began "I know Paula was over here all day and that worried me enough. I was pretty sure you were an o.k. guy, and my sister isn't stupid so I didn't get too excited. I did get worried when she got home. I've never seen her so happy."

When I asked him why seeing his sister happy should bother him he shrugged. "She's my sister, so I worry o.k.? I've never seen her even talk much to a guy before and all the sudden she spends all day with you and comes home like she's been to Disneyland or something. I don't want to see her hurt. She's had enough of that. People seem to pick on her all the time because she's always getting good grades and other stuff. I try to help but I can't be there all the time. If you hurt her I don't know what she'll do." After saying this he gave me a very determined look and finished "But I know what I'll do. You'll regret the day you were born."

I calmly set my tea down and said "Paula is very lucky to have you for a brother."

He looked stunned by that and asked "what do you mean?"

I told him "it's obvious you love her and want to protect her. All brothers should be that way, sisters too for that matter. I'd bet you'd do pretty much anything for each other, and that's how it should be. I'll tell you honestly what I think about Paula and let you make up your own mind about my intentions. I think she's fantastic. She's smart, beautiful, sexy, and fun to be around and I already know that I like her a lot. I'll make you two promises. First, that you'll have all the help you need to watch out for her, and second that I will never intentionally hurt her."

He had a suspicious look on his face but touched his can to the glass I offered before saying "deal. But I still don't get it. What did you two do all day to make her walk on air like that? The person who came home tonight was not the same one who left this morning."

I told him that we talked mostly and if Paula thought he should know anything else I was sure she'd tell him.

He put his hand out and I took it "good answer" he said. I asked how things were going with Sue and he looked baffled as he told me "I can't believe how stupid I was. I've liked her since the second grade but was always afraid to tell her because her brother is my best friend and Paula is hers. I guess you made me pretty happy, too. Yesterday at the pool I was just doing what you did because I could see Paula was enjoying it, then I saw my sister grab you in that lip lock. Next thing I knew Sue was on me like white on rice! I was in heaven! It turns out Pete was o.k. with it. He told us both that he was beginning to wonder when we'd wake up and see what he did whenever we were together."

I was glad we were still friends when he left. I followed him out and noticed my parents were home so I went over to the "big house" to see them.

Everyone was in the kitchen and when I walked in dad said "hey stranger! Come by for vittles?" They all laughed when I told them I was no stranger than the last time I saw them. I had some ulterior motives in my visit.

I did want to see them but needed to try something. My dad was a little surprised when I shook his hand, especially when I held it a bit long. During that short time his future lung and Diabetes problems became a non-issue. Mom wasn't quite as surprised when I hugged her because it wasn't that uncommon.

She was smiling when I let her go and asked "did you miss us that much? I surprised you're that glad to see us after having the place to yourself all weekend." I told them I was always glad when they were home and missed them when they weren't.

One other item I had to deal with though to avoid unnecessary problems. "Mom", I asked, "do they do a final X-ray before surgery?"

The absolute last thing I wanted to happen was for them to cut open my perfectly healthy mother! I smiled when she told me there were final tests scheduled for the morning and the surgery was on Wednesday. I wished that the MRI was available, but that wouldn't happen until 1977. I knew this because I had actually repaired more than a few in one of my previous jobs.

We talked for a while before I headed back to my place to rest and grab a snack. For some reason I felt really tired and hungry. Al came over about an hour later and barged right in. "O.K. Matt, I know you were up to something in there and I want to know what. Mom and Dad were both different somehow after you left and it was too strange to be a coincidence. As soon as you left mom got on a cleaning binge like she was the white tornado or something but after about 15 minutes the old man got her to go upstairs. They've been fucking like rabbits every since! As if that wasn't bad enough, they're so loud I had to leave to get the images out of my head!" I told him he'd better sit down because it would take a while to explain.

When we got settled at the table I said "I had a visit from Loki." He knew the story and looked scared for a moment. The look of fear changed to one of awe as I explained the entire conversation with Changer and what I had just done.

When I finished he shook his head and chuckled "there are going to be some mighty surprised doctors tomorrow!" I had to laugh, too. Then he asked "so, can I be your Surgeon General?"

"No" I told him, "I think you'd be better as the head of the CDC because it's going to need help with pushing research on viral infections. You met my Surgeon General earlier, maybe anyway" I told him.

I outlined the plans I had so far and he was impressed "that's so far out there that it might just work. If it does I'd be overjoyed to pull the CDC's heads out of their collective asses. Of course if your SG happens to also be your First Lady things could get messy."

I just told him "if it happens, it happens. I don't think it's likely tough, I kind of doubt that Paula and I will ever be anything but close friends. Right now I'm going to bed. I feel like I'm so tired I could sleep for a week."

Paula showed up at 7:00 in the morning again but this time I was not only awake but on my second cup of coffee. I was glad to see that she was still happy and after I fixed her a cup I asked what she had thought about yesterday. She blushed but a lot of her shyness was gone "it was great! I hope we can have a lot of days like that." She continued hesitantly "there is one thing I wanted to tell you though." I asked her to go on "it's just that we're kind of young to be exclusive, you know? I like you more than any boy I've ever met but we're only twelve years old. Not that I'm planning on sleeping with every guy in town or anything but"

I interrupted her with "I'm glad you feel that way. I knew you were brilliant. It's one of the reasons I'm attracted to you. I was afraid what your reaction would be. I hope you don't plan to quit seeing me but I hoped you'd realize that we're too young for a commitment."

She said "I'm glad that's settled so time to change the subject. What album is that and what kind of coffee is this anyway? I like both of them even though I was just drinking this to be polite. I never have liked coffee."

I knew when it was useless so I gave in "Tea for the Tillerman and Blue Mountain from Jamaica, fresh ground" I told her. Then I had to explain the differences in coffees. I had always been a coffee snob and it was nice to finally be able to afford the good stuff. Seems she liked the Cat. We listened to Matthew and son and then she had to hear Mona Bone Jakon, too. I had to play "Trouble" twice for her. I also had to brew another pot of coffee. I was glad she was satisfied after that. As much as I like his music even I was starting to get tired of it.

I'd have to make sure I took her to see Harold and Maude next year. I wouldn't mind seeing it on the big screen for a change and I was pretty sure she'd love it. After checking the rest of my collection (thankfully not listening to all of it) she started on the books.

After commenting on what she had or hadn't read and what she'd like to borrow she stumbled onto my section on the Norse Gods and asked to borrow one. I handed her three and told her to read all of them.

When she asked why I explained that they all had major differences and they were all basically works of fiction. "Imagine someone writing a book to explain the Christian God and what heaven is supposedly like" I told her. "No one can, because no person who was there to see it or him could be here to write about it. My religion is like all others. It's based on faith and faith by definition is the belief in that which can not be proven." I wasn't about to tell her that I could vouch for the old Gods validity. I kissed her and said "I'll tell you all I can about my Gods and religion sometime but now I'd like to take a shower. Will you wash my back?"

She smiled as she said "I thought you'd never ask" and led the way, with a little extra wiggle for my viewing pleasure.

"I'm surprised that your parts are moving so well" I observed. She told me while she was undressing me that the Jacuzzi had helped, and after a hot bath this morning she was ready to come back for more. By this time she already had my boxers around my ankles and stopped talking to try and swallow me whole. I was so surprised that I didn't realize what she was trying to do until she gagged.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She said "DAMN! I'm going to get that entire thing in sooner or later!" I calmed her down by telling her that what she did yesterday was fine with me but she was adamant. "NO! It's a goal of mine and everyone needs goals!"

I cracked up and she did too. "My goal at the moment is to see your luscious body naked again." I said, while proceeding to achieve it. I spent extra time licking and suckling her perfect breasts, occasionally trying to fit the entire mound into my mouth. They were small enough that I almost could. Between this and playing with her tight little box it wasn't long before she was humping my hand and moaning.

I held her until she could stand on her own again before kissing and licking my way to her juicy morsel. I decided to try something I had wondered about. I started out my slowly tonguing her outer lips, and occasionally flicking her clit. When she got to the edge, I backed off a bit by running my tongue along her thighs while I caressed her tight ass. After a while she was screaming "YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE!"

When I started on her pussy the next time, I gave her a good tongue fuck. With 7 inches to work with it must have felt good. When she started to moan and hump my mouth I curled my tongue to stroke her G Spot while I thumbed her engorged clit. She exploded! She was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. I showed no mercy and kept going. So did she and I don't know if it was multiple orgasms or just one long one but eventually her legs gave out and she collapsed.

When I caught her I realized that she was out cold. I carried her to my bed and laid her down. While I waited for her to regain consciousness I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. I lay down next to her and held her until she awakened. Paula looked at me in awe. "I never believed it was possible to feel that damn good!" I handed her a glass of Coke and she thanked me, drained it, and then let out a huge belch. She looked at me for a second and then said "oops!" We both lost it. We must have laughed for five minutes straight and had trouble stopping until we couldn't breathe.

We talked about my new school, teams, and our lives in general for a while before another prolonged make-out session started. This time it was Paula who started working her way lower. Not to be outdone, I swung her around to nibble on her unbelievably sweet little snatch some more. Paula was the perfect height, I always hated having to strain my neck to get a mouth full of pussy during a 69.

We were a perfect fit. I could tell she had temporarily given up on her deep-throat quest and was glad. I was surprised she could fit as much into her tiny mouth as she did. Her lips and tongue were more than enough, along with the gentlest hands I have ever felt. I decided I was going to stop holding back. For some reason I felt that it bothered her when I didn't cum. "oh, well" I figured I had plenty so why not share?

She was using one hand to play with my balls and when she felt them contract she pulled back to wrap her lips around the head of my cock. I sent an extra large load into her waiting mouth. She really enjoyed this it seemed because she mashed her twat on my face and began to moan. When she did I rubbed her g spot with my tongue again. Let me tell you, having someone scream on your dick after you have just cum walks a fine line between pleasure and pain!

She finally released me and turned around, falling limply on my chest and kissing me tenderly. "Thank you", she said. "That was amazing! I must be getting better at that. I made you cum that time. I was afraid I was doing it wrong."

"Babe" I said, you've been fantastic at everything. I was just trying to conserve ammunition so I could keep up with you. It feels go good when we make love that I don't want it to end, that's all. I won't do that anymore because I've found out that it's just as wonderful to hold you afterwards."

I was baffled when she held me tight and started crying on my shoulder. Then she looked up, kissed me once again, and said "you say the sweetest things!"

As we lay there wrapped around one another she started asking some strange questions. First about Jan, and the things we had done (which I wouldn't answer), then about why I didn't like girls with big boobs. I explained that it wasn't that didn't like them. It's just that I thought that huge breasts made some women look strangely unbalanced or mismatched to me. I told her that if she was a 36C (which she would be in 3 or 4 years) with purple hair I would have still wanted her.

Usually when I saw a woman with large breasts the first thought I had wasn't about sex, it was sympathy. I actually felt sorry for them because I imagined that it had to be rough to carry the things around all day. I tried to explain that it was the same way with hair color. I was just attracted more to red and black. It was like it was a natural instinct or something.

She looked thoughtful before saying "I guess it makes sense, I was just curious" with a mysterious smile. We had two for the road (one in bed, one in the shower) before she left for home around four, tired but happy.

I wandered down to the house and saw my mom staring into space in the kitchen and the phone on the floor. "Mom, what's wrong!" I said. She shook her head and told me she didn't know. The doctor had just called and told her they had to run more tests and he wouldn't tell her why. She was worried that they had found something even worse.

I asked as calmly as I could where the doctors' number was and she pointed at the bulletin board. I dialed it and asked for Dr. Mitchum. When he finally got on the line I said in the most adult voice I could manage "Dr. Mitchum, this is Matt Sussmann and you have just made someone very important to me extremely frightened. What did you say to her? Did you give her the test results or just scare the hell out of her for no apparent reason?"

He blustered for a bit, saying there was just a problem with the results and the tests needed to be performed again. When he admitted that he hadn't given the results of the tests already performed to my mother I said "she is entitled to the results of these tests and you will give them to her. If they need to be run again that's fine. But you will not hold them back from her. It is not ethical to do so." He tried to complain and actually slipped once about getting patients hopes up but eventually he agreed and I handed the phone to my mom.

After the initial "hello" she didn't say another word until "I understand, thank you for telling me" and hanging up the phone. I hugged her and she started bawling. After she calmed down I walked her to the table and helped her sit down before getting her one of the awful diet sodas she drank. In a monotone she said that the doctor had told her that the tests had all come back negative this time. It was like the cyst had never existed. He also said that since the previous tests had shown clear existence of a large growth there must have been some sort of mistake made.

I asked how she was feeling and she smiled and told me that for some reason since yesterday both she and my dad felt better than they had in years. I smiled back and replied "don't you believe in miracles?"

I went to the park early so I could watch the soccer game. When I arrived I saw Jeff was already there. "Hey dude" I said "drop by to see your lady kick some balls?"

He grinned and said "yep, same as you." We leaned on the fence and watched in silence as the teams warmed up. Our team was the "Aardvarks" (I know but that's what the girls picked, o.k.?) were playing the "Cheetahs" Paula was the goalie and Sue was in the middle somewhere (I haven't a clue about the game) Paula had told me they had only lost once and that by a score of 2-1 so I figured they must be pretty good. The longer I watched the more impressed I was. Paula was amazing! She was all over the place! It seemed like she could get to every ball with her height, speed, and agility.

She stopped every shot with what seemed like ridiculous ease, and Sue was pretty good too, scoring twice and getting an assist before what I assumed was halftime. They ran over to us and our respective "better halves" gave us a kiss, to the amusement of their teammates. "Wow, you are awesome!" I said, "You're like a sexy red-haired Tasmanian Devil out there! And Sue's a regular Speedy Gonzales the way she blows by everybody! How'd you guys ever lose a game?"

Sue cocked he thumb at Paula and said "she wasn't here for that game."

Paula looked upset and replied "I couldn't help it. Somebody had to be home for my mom and dad was on a business trip he couldn't get out of."

Sue quickly said "hey, I didn't say it was your fault that we lost! You did what you should have done!"

Paula looked at Sue and smiled weakly "thanks Speedy, we'd better go"

Sue came back with "Let's go get 'em Taz!" and they ran back to their team. I found out as we watched the rest of the game, which "our" team won 6-2 (They pulled the starters), that Paula and Jeff's mother had breast cancer. I didn't really know them before and decided I'd have to meet Mrs. O'shea and hope the Norns hadn't loosened that particular thread yet.

The girls returned the favor by watching our game. I didn't have to do too much. I was filling in at shortstop because the guy that usually played there was pitching. I had taught him how to throw a curve and a slider. The other team only got a guy past 1st base once. I had 2 doubles and a triple. Jeff had a homer and a double and we won 7-0.

Paula acted shocked and scared when I asked if I could meet her parents. "What! Most guys would be scared to death of meeting a girl's folks and you WANT to?" I told her I wanted her to meet mine so it was only fair. She said she'd ask if I could have dinner with them and call me if it was alright.

It didn't take long for Paula to call. The phone was ringing when I walked in the door. When I answered it she was gushing "be here at 5, o.k.?" I got in that I would (almost) before she kept going "it was so weird! I barely asked if you could eat with us before my mom said yes! She even asked if I knew what your favorite food was! I was afraid she'd freak out when I asked if I could invite a boy over here!"

When she stopped to take a breath I managed to get a word in. "That's great!" I said. "And tell her to make sure to not make anything special. I'll be there at five and tell your mom I said thanks for saying yes, o.k.?" She promised she would.

I conned AL into running an errand for me while I took a shower and changed into some decent clothes before heading to Paula's house. She met me outside the door with a quick kiss before leading me in. I had hands behind my back and extended one of them with a single red rose, earning a longer kiss.