Chapter 6

Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham entered the Briggs house for Sunday dinner. Gabrielle went upstairs to pack the things she wanted to take back to her new home in Michigan. She hugged everyone, including the four apes showing everyone there how happy she was. She still stayed on the pill as Peg advised her. Chris sat with the males watching the Cubs playing the Brewers from Milwaukee. The Whitesox, everyone in the house including Chris, hated with a passion. Matt had taken a lot of ribbing from from some at the Police Department since the Sox won the world series.

Gabrielle, per Chris' instructions, managed to pry out the hard drive to her computer just in case the boys had put more porn on it. Nothing they might do would surprise her. After getting everything she wanted packed into three large suitcases, she returned downstairs to sit on her husband's lap to watch the game.

"I bet she's lighter than a fly," John remarked.

"More like a misquito," Mark followed. Gabrielle put her head over his shoulder and stuck out her tongue at him.

"She's gorgeous beyond words," Chris said.

She repeated sticking her tongue out at her brothers.

"One day I'm going to take a pair of scissors and cut that thing off," Matt threatened. Gabrielle did it for a third time then rested her head on Chris' shoulder. Her one arm tossed about his neck for support. Peg saw this unfold from the kitchen where she had four large chickens baking. She had mashed the potatoes and cooked the vegetables before attending church.

"You'll do no such thing," Peg snapped. "I'll take the belt to you buckle first if you do anything to hurt my girl. Chris, once in a while she will need a good spanking when she misbehaves."

"Yes Mom," Chris laughed. Garbrielle giggled.

"Whether I'm bad or not, I want those spankings," she whispered in her husband's ear. "Just enough to redden my cheeks then you soothe it with your hand and stick your pole in me."

"Yes dear," he chuckled. She giggled again. 'I think I married a bonifide nymphmanic, ' he thought.

The Cubs were a run up in the fifth when they were called to dinner. All four brothers made sickening sounds as they watched their sister feeding her husband little morsels from her plate.

"She doesn't deserve to be happy," John groaned, looking at the scene.

"Who says?" Peg snapped.

"Yeah, who says?" Garbielle repeated what her mother said.

"Chris, you're going to regret you married her," Matt joked.

"I haven't regretted it yet," Chris replied, receiving a little strand of white meat from her plate from her fingers.

"You will," Luke added.

"All of you, keep your mouths shut and eat," Jeff growled.

"How can we eat if we keep our mouths shut?" John asked.

"Do what you usually do, stuff that food up your nostrils then breath in deeply. I passes your mouth and goes into your lungs but eventually will enter that deep cavern called a stomach," Gabrielle said.

Chris, tried to but failed, to stifle a laugh from his wife's quick wit. She'd be a force to reckon with in the future. They'd been married two weeks and he was still enamored by her still wanting to have sex with him all the time.

"Shit! Some fag from Milwaukee just hit a three run homer," John blurted out. Garbielle smiled anticipating that their Mother was going to explode.

"YOU," she pointed to him. "GET AWAY FROM THE TABLE. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. NO MORE DINNER FOR YOU TONIGHT. IF YOU GET HUNGRY GO TO TACO BELL."

Without a word, John got up and left the table. He spotted his sister's smile and gnashed his teeth. He wasn't upset with her, he was angry at the Brewer player who hit the homerun. He left the house without a word.

"He's going to Taco Hell," Matt laughed.

"Any more profanity in this house, that person will be following John out the door," Peg warned.

"Let's not go home tonight," Gabrielle said. "Let's go to La Quinta and make love. I want to feel your big shalong in me and I can't wait."

"Damn girl," Chris grinned. "Don't you get enough of me as it is?"

"No! I'll never get enough of you."

"You know, if you get a makeover, let me buy you some formal gowns, you could be my trophy wife."

"If you want me to be your trophy wife, just place my head on the wall beside that buck you bagged last year."

"I don't want you on my den wall, I want you all dolled up and at my side when we have to attend social functions. I'll be proud to show you off to all the others."

"Darling, you're changing the subject. You're talking about functions and I'm talking about fuckings. Are you going to go to the Inn or are we going to go into the back of this van and you have your way with me."

"The back of this van will be a hell of a lot cheaper.

Gabrielle playfully slapped him on the arm, "Go to that Inn and fuck me lifeless."

"You're very demanding for a pixie," he said, headed in that direction.

"Yes I am, and I'm going to demand more and more from you. There will be nights when I'm going to fuck you dry. Now that I've had a taste of sex, I want the whole pie. Not a little piece."

"You gonna take away my money?"

"I don't care about your money... well, not that much. I'm more interested in what's between your legs than anything else. Now that we're married, I'll tell you a little secret. I wanted you to lay me the second I saw you on that web page."

"The second I saw you, I wanted to marry you. My mother never let me play with my sister's dolls when I was a kid. So I decided that when I grew up, I wanted to get a living doll. Now I've got one."

"That's so sweet," she caressed the nape of his neck with her nails. "But all this flattery isn't going to get you out of your husbandly duties. My pussy is pulsing and you're cock is the only cure for it."