Man this has been a game. I was so off in the first forty-five. The Thunderbirds were up on us two nothing going into halftime. Man I can’t believe I didn’t clear that ball right before the end. Shit, at least we came back and scored on them twice inside of three minutes. Langston scored first off a penalty kick and then I chipped a shot in to Nikita who headed it in with power. The other team called a time out because we were runnin’ them crazy all over the field. Just about every time they came across midfield we sent the ball back towards their goalie. We really need to win this game. I don’t want to play the Angels in the first round of the tourney.

I have to say be being off in the first part of the game was totally my fault. I was walking out to head to the dining room when I just felt the need to lean over on the island and that’s where Mick and Patrick double teamed me, then at the dining table and once more on the couch. I thought I’d be ok since we were having a night game but apparently that wasn’t the case. My legs were wobbly at best. Nikita looked at me with concern for like a minute then smiled. He knew why I was off when I didn’t sit down on the bench at halftime. Man I completely forgot how good Patrick’s tongue was. And it seems he picked up a few new techniques in Argentina. I didn’t stand a chance when he got inside me. They must really like Nikita.

We come back out onto the field and I throw the ball in to Casey. He passes to Langston and he takes it up the middle. He chips it over to me in the corner and I force a corner kick. I’m totally lovin’ on takin’ the corner kicks. I send it in and Joey, a new guy that we picked up at the last minute from the Angels (one of the three players not from Brentworth on that team) and he slams it home to put us up in the game three two. He says he doesn’t like their playing style when they’re ahead in games. It’s just too…arrogant. Joey’s lucky, he’ll be tryin’ out for NJ next spring. I’m sure he’ll make the team. I miss my old team.

We reset in the middle of the field and we totally take control of this game. Casey passes the ball to me just at the top of the box and I push it towards the corner but cut back and take a shot on goal….hell yeah baby four two! Just over the goalie’s hand. I get my hugs as we jog back to center field. This game is lookin’ up. The Thunderbirds finally get the ball within some kind of range of our goal and our goalie just sends it out of our end with a purpose. I catch up with it on the bounce and push it up the side before shakin’ off my defender and sending it inside. Nikita heads it towards the goal and it catches the crossbar. Their defense manages to get it out of the box but it’s still in their territory. Langston takes control of the ball on the far side and I come in towards the goal. Come on Lang chip it over to me…yes, here it comes and I’m onside. It’s a perfect shot for a header, their goalie’s out of pl-…

 

“Senin…Senin, can…me? Senin…”

What…the fuck just happened?

“Senin? Senin?”

What, I’m right here….aren’t I?

“Senin.”

….Mom? Mom? Where are you? I can’t see you. Mom? Mom!

“Senin.”

Mom! She’s wearing that long dark blue skirt that dad likes, she’s got her hair up. Oh yeah, she’s gotta go to work today. Mom, how come you won’t turn around? Mom? Mom, can you hear me? Mom…why are you fading? No mom, don’t go please!

“Senin, take care of your sister.”

Dad! Hey you guys, come back! Don’t leave us…please.

“Senin…”

Dad…mom…come back…please…

“Senin. Senin…wake up Senin.”

“Mom…dad…come back…”

“Senin, it’s Coach Lance, can you hear me?”

“…Coach?”

“Yeah buddy it’s me,” I blink and then my coach comes into focus, “Now I need you to listen to me ok? The paramedics are going to take you to the hospital all right?”

“…Why?”

“You collided with another player and you ended up hitting the goal post with your head.”

“…Wha?”

“You’ve hit your head. The paramedics are taking you to the hospital to make sure you’re ok.”

“…Ok…”

“You’re gonna have to stay awake for them ok?”

“…Where’s Lin?” I see the coach look around, “Here she comes.”

Seconds later Lin’s crouched beside me, “Senin! Are you ok? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah…my head hurts…”

“You hit the goal post. The other guy accidentally put the ball into his own net when he collided with you. You guys won five two.”

“…Sweet…”

“Kalin keep him talking for the medics.”

“Sure,” I hear her say. Man my head hurts, I need to close my eyes…

 

“He’s coming to,” someone says. What the? Oh, yeah…paramedics…

“Senin you bonehead if you weren’t hurt right now I’d hit you.”

“Glad to see you too sis.”

“Don’t scare me like that ever again you got that Senin Zephyr?”

“Yes Kalin Aurora.”

“Your parent’s meteorologists?” comes another voice. I look over and see the paramedic looking at us. Lin looks down in her lap.

“Our parents are dead. They…died in that pileup back in February.”

“Oh man, I’m so sorry,” the guy says, “That was a bad one.”

“Yeah,” she says softly. Great you idiot you made her sad. If my head didn’t hurt I’d fuckin’ hit you.

“How long was I out Lin?”

“Just now a couple of minutes. But it was almost ten after you fell into the goalpost. You…didn’t move at all,” tears well in her eyes. Great, now I’m makin’ it worse.

“Lin, don’t cry. I’m sorry I wasn’t payin’ attention to their defender. I was waitin’ for the ball to get to me so I could head it in. Their goalie was out of place.”

Lin wipes her eyes, “I figured as much. They called the game about a minute later when they had to call for an ambulance.”

“Excuse me guys, but I need to check your eyes,” the guy medic says. I look over in his direction and he shines that annoying light in my eyes, “Pupils are equal and reactive, that’s good.”

“Senin’s got a hard head,” Lin tells him, the guy chuckles, “One time when we were little and running in the house Sen slid into a wall and his head went right on through. The pulled his head out and shook off the sheetrock and kept on chasin’ me.”

Yeah, until dad saw the hole and grounded us both until it was fixed, “Thank you very much for that nice episode of embarrassing your twin,” I say to her.

“Anytime Sen.”

Shit my head’s poundin’, “You can’t give me anything yet can you.”

The guy shakes his head, “Not until they run a few tests, then they’ll give you something for the pain. But don’t worry, we’ll be there in about three minutes.”

“Nice.”

 

 

“The doctors are gonna keep you overnight,” Marcus says settling into the lounger next to my bed. Jackass had a night game as well and Tom, Chase, and Rebitcha went to that one while Marcus, Lin, and DC came to mine. They came to the hospital as soon as they found out. Tom and Chase looked really worried. I couldn’t tell ya about the other two because they never came. Tom said she went home with jackass, something about hospitals bringing back bad memories or some shit like that. Hell at least she didn’t have to come to the morgue to identify her parents. That image I’ll never be able to get out of my head. Fuck ‘em, I didn’t want to see them anyway.

“So why are you stayin’?”

“It seemed plausible to stay since dad and Chase came in a separate vehicle. He took Demetrius and Lin back with him and I can bring you home when they release you instead of you having to wait for someone to come get you.”

“Well too bad the bed’s not big enough for the both of us or I’d tell you to hop in,” Marcus gets a look in his eye, “What?”

“Oh, they’re plenty big, trust me.”

“Uh…Marcus…we can’t really do that here.”

“Why not?”

“Um, we’re both guys for one. And I think it’s against hospital policy.”

“Not if they don’t know,” he says sliding to the edge of his seat.

“They’ll have people comin’ in to check on me throughout the night.”

“Only twice. Your scans showed no major damage other than that knot on your head,” I reach up and touch it, ouch, that fucker hurts! “They said that your shoulder was bruised as well but that should be better in a couple of days. Has the meds kicked in yet?”

I start to shake my head but think better of it, “Not yet.”

“Poor baby love, want me to hold you for a bit?”

“Someone can come in and see us Marcus,” I say fighting off a blush. I was fortunate to get a single room but I’m not gonna push it and have someone walk in on us.

“I’ll just tell them that you wanted to be held, no biggie,” he says getting up from the chair. Now I’m red. He comes around and slips into bed behind me mindful of my shoulder. That hurts like a motherfuck too. He wraps his arm around me and his other is tucked under the pillow, “Besides, it’ll be at least another two hours before they come to check on you and if something happens before then I can alert them,” he leans over and kisses my cheek, “Get some rest baby love. I’ll be here.” 

 

 

I open my eyes as I come to recognize a heartbeat beneath me. Huh? Wasn’t Marcus… Oh yeah, he went to the bathroom and I rolled over on my back. Then that nurse came in. He’s definitely gay, he kept commentin’ on my eyes and shit. And he liked my hair way too much for my liking. At least I don’t have to worry about him for the rest of the night. Marcus came out of the bathroom and they talked for a bit. I don’t think Marcus likes him. That’s my man. My man… Why am I hesitatin’ to tell Chase and Marcus how I feel about them? It’s obvious they love me so what’s my deal?

I look over the naked expanse of Marcus’s chest. Hm, naked. I feel the barely there fabric of the hospital gown and sit up. Fuck it, I’d rather sleep naked. I pull off the flimsy material and shimmy out of my boxers. Much better. I settle against Marcus and his arms come around me and he kisses the top of my head, “’Bout time you ditched the clothes,” he says sleepily. I run my hand down his side and loving the feel of warm soft skin under my fingertips. I settle my hand at his hip and close my eyes. I have to admit, I love it when he’s naked, Chase too. I press closer to him and move my thumb back and forth over his hipbone. I’m glad they’re only keepin’ me here tonight. I don’t like this place. This is the same hospital where we came to identify our parents. I recognized it as soon as we got out of the ambulance. I shiver and Marcus gives me a squeeze, “You cold baby love?”

I need better memories of hospitals or I’ll never want to see one again. I start moving my hips against him as I place kisses along his chest, “I’m sure you can warm me,” I say looking up at him. He smiles as I move to straddle him. I lean down and kiss him fully as his hands come to my hips then take hold of my ass. Damn, I’m gonna have to actually be quiet for once. I feel his fingers inching their way to my entrance when one hand leaves my body. I pull back from the kiss and watch his hand go beneath the pillow. Horny freak, but then again, I’m the one who climbed on top of him. His hands leave me completely to open the cap and pour some on his fingers. They make their way back to my ass as I slide my hand up under the pillow for…hey, where’s the jimmy?

“I finally got my results back from Europe. I was gonna tell you when we got home from the game,” he says as his index finger sides inside me, “They match my tests done here.”

“You’re clean.”

Marcus nods and I kiss him, “I’ve also talked with your partners across the street,” he says when we part, “They’re clean as well, but I’m sure you already knew that,” I nod and feel another finger enter. I moan and push back against his hand, “Baby love you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to be in you, to really feel you like Mick and Patrick have been able to,” he adds a third and now I’m trembling, wanting him inside me, “I’m glad you don’t spend a lot of time over there anymore,” I bow my head as he strokes my spot, a soft moan leaving me only for his ears, “I’m jealous of them.”

“Jealous?” I manage to get out. I look into his eyes, hot damn they’re gorgeous and full of desire.

“Yes, because they were the first ones to have you,” oh hell, I’m mad hard right now and I need him inside me some kind of bad. I kiss him hard and take hold of the lube. When we part I pour some on his throbbing pole and stroke him slowly until he’s thrusting in my hand. Yeah babe, you need to be inside me now. Fuck if anyone hears it. Marcus removes his fingers and I lift up ever eager to ride him. Once I place him at my opening I just want to sit on him. Marcus grips my hips tightly keeping me still until I calm down a bit. I start whimpering then he pushes up slightly, “We’ve got time baby love, no need to rush,” he says then he allows me to go down. I take his head inside me and I gasp. Holy fuck does he feel good. I go down halfway and look at him, his lips parted and eyes closed. I lean forward and kiss his lips lightly then sit upright and take him the rest of the way. I feel my body trembling as I close my eyes. My head’s tilted back as I feel him inside me. I feel his hands squeeze me at my hips…fuck he feels so good.

“Marcus,” I let out in a whisper. I open my eyes after a time and look down at him. Oh my sweet is he a vision. He’s trying to calm himself by taking breaths. His eyes open slowly and his right hand moves from my hip up to my abs. I lean forward and his hand comes over my heart. I press his hand against me. This one is mine. They both are.

“Senin,” he whispers. Sweet holy does he sound good right now, “ride me,” your wish is my command love. I start moving and out comes the most delectable moans I’ve ever heard from him. Of course that’s got me goin’….mmmm….fuck this is a good pole to ride. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as I work up a rhythm. I squeeze him at various intervals and…shit I love it when he bucks into me. It’s not long before I’m leaning over him and gripping his arms as Marcus thrusts into me from below, his hands gripping my cheeks…mmmm, fuck I love his hands. I sit up and ride him harder, the bed’s moving with each movement now. Too bad it’s off the wall, I wanted to hear that, “Senin…mmm…Senin…”

Fuck I have to stroke myself to that. Oh fuck… I look down at Marcus as I feel his hands grip my hips harder. His mouth is parted just so, the look in his eyes is bliss as he follows the movement of my hand. Mmmm…he feels harder. I lean forward on my left arm and work my pole faster and squeeze him harder, “Mmmm….Mar…cussss….” holy shit this is gonna be a hard one.

“That’s it…baby love…cum for me,” he says between pants. He’s getting close too. I squeeze him some more and stroke faster….oh…mmm…fuck….

“M…Mar…Marcus…mmm….oh fuck….aaaaah!” I watch as jet after jet decorates his chest. God he’s so hard inside of me. I know I’m squeezing him hard…

“Senin…oooh…mmm….Senin…oooh…baby love…I love you…” I feel Marcus thrust hard into me then his hot release. Mmmm…Marcus…I finally feel you inside of me…

I lean forward on my arms breathing heavily. Damn, I can’t believe I was able to keep that relatively quiet. Damn he feels so good inside me. I can feel his pole throbbing inside me. Damn, I want him on top of me. I want to feel him over me, possessing me, loving me. I squeeze Marcus and he moans. He reaches up and cups my cheek, “Marcus…”

“I love you Senin,” I have to smile at that.

“Take me.”

He smiles back, “What ever you want baby love.”

I take him out of me and we switch places. I really do like seein’ him above me. He settles between my legs and kisses me. I can feel him getting hard again already. I bury my hands in his hair as he places himself at my entrance. Marcus plunges in to the hilt keeping our lips together the entire time. He presses his body against mine the same as our first time. He pulls back from our kiss to look at me. Damn this is one beautiful man above me, “Marcus…”

“Yes baby love?”

“…Fill me again.”

He leans down so our foreheads touch, “I plan on it,” he snaps his hips sharply and I gasp. He swallows my gasp and the rest of my moans as he drives his thick pole into me. ….Oh sweet….I feel his legs spread a bit and his thrusts shake the bed. Sweet fuck does it ever feel good! I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he gives me his love. Mmmm…oh…mmmm…fuck I love him. Sweet…mmmm…right there…. Give it to me Marcus. His thrusts soon get sharper and harder. Mmm… I reach in between our bodies and work my pole then feel his hand come over mine. I let out a shiver squeezing him in the process as he brings me over. Marcus breaks our kiss, his thrusts hard and fast now. That’s it love, give it to me. He suddenly stills above me, his back arched, a look of total rapture on his face as he fills me again. He rests heavily on his arms, his breath taxing, sweat dripping from his locks. He smiles at me as I push some of the damp locks from his face, “I love you Senin,” he says then leans down to kiss me, “Now let’s take a shower. I’m sticky.”

 

 

 

Man that feels good. Practice was a long one today. We went over footage of our next opponent. It’s a team coming in from out of town called the Fire. It’s time for the Briton Tourney again and several cities in the county will be hosting matches. The championship will be here in Jackson. I come out of the bath and see Chase sitting on my bed. It’s been almost two weeks since my overnighter at the hospital. The guys have been great to me. Marcus had to work today so Chase volunteered to pick me from practice. Lin’s out driving around in DC’s truck. Yeah she got her license three days ago. I’ll get mine when the tourney’s over. I don’t need any of that cloggin’ up my brain during tourney time right now. Plus, I like it when Marcus and Chase drive me around.

“Do you feel better?” Chase asks as I drop the towel from my waist and hunt around in the drawer for my dark blue boxers.

“Yeah, that shower was just what I needed,” I say as I pull them out.

“Senin, can I draw you?”

I turn around, “I thought you already did.”

He blushes slightly. He finished that picture of me with my back turned to him. It looks awesome, it’s very detailed, like you could reach out and touch the droplets of water on my back thinking you’ll actually feel water, “I…want to draw you again. I mean, that is if you have time,” his blush gets deeper. He heard me and Marcus gettin’ it on again a few days ago…and so did the rest of the house. Tom just shook his head at breakfast and Rebitcha threatened to take Jason’s car away if he said anything, “I don’t want to intrude.”

“When do you want to start?” I ask slipping my boxers on.

“Um…well, how about now? Unless-,”

“I’m free.”

He smiles, “Ok. Let’s go downstairs.”

I slip on a pair of jeans and follow him down to his drawing room. We come inside and I see that some of his works are missing. I look around at the empty spaces, “Hey, aren’t some missing?”

Chase closes the door behind him, “Yeah, I’ve got them in a portfolio. I want to add some more recent things but I really couldn’t think of anything to draw,” he says walkin’ up behind me. He slips his arms around my waist, “All I could think of was you.”

I put my hands over his, “How do you want me?”

His head rests against mine, “Naked and beneath me.”

“It’ll be kinda hard to draw like that.”

“With the right pen it wouldn’t be,” he says squeezing me. I think some of Marcus is rubbing off on him with the pervy jokes. His hands then make their way a bit south, “Would you have a problem with me drawing you aroused?”

“…Wouldn’t that be pornography?”

“I don’t mean for a class. That would be for my private collection. For my class, just naked will be fine. That’s about all of you I want them to see anyway, definitely not hard and dripping for my pleasure.”

Yeah, Marcus is rubbing off on him, “So, other than beneath you, how do you want me to pose?”

I feel his head move from mine, “In that straight back,” he points over to the corner of the room where there only rests one piece of furniture, “Just sit in a position that’s comfortable for you,” I step out of his arms and head over to the chair, shedding my clothes as I go. I sit on the chair facing left and bring my left knee up and rest my head on my knee facing Chase. I loosely wrap my arms around my left leg as Chase walks over to me. He runs his hand through my hair and I close my eyes and sigh. I feel him moving my hair around to his liking then his hand goes down my spine, “Are you gonna be ok like this for a while?”

“Yeah,” I say not opening my eyes. His hand leaves me and I open my eyes as he walks back over to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a box of coal sticks then leans over and picks up a sketch board. He brings his materials and another chair to rest about three feet away from me. He sits the materials in the chair and goes over to the wall and adjusts the lighting in the corner where I’m sitting. After fiddlin’ with the lights for a minute Chase comes back and picks up the board and sticks and sits in the chair, “Do you want my eyes open or closed?” I ask.

He looks at me for a moment, “Closed,” I close my eyes and hear him opening the box then setting it down on the floor. It’s not long before I hear the scratch of the stick on paper. I sit and listen to the rhythm of his hand moving the coal over paper. It feels…calming in a way. Just being around him is calming to me. It’s the same with Marcus. How is it that I feel so relaxed around them, but yet I can’t gather the courage to tell them that I’m in love with them. I think back to what Marcus said the first time we had sex. He asked me if I was afraid that I was in love with them and I remember nodding yes. Why the hell am I afraid though? “Do you care about Marcus Senin?” I open my eyes in surprise, “Eyes closed please,” he requests. I close my eyes. Holy shit.

“…Yeah.”

“The same way you do for Mick?”

“…No,” shit, this is going to be a long sitting.

“More? Less?” the sound of him working is the only sound in the room and I can hear my heart beating in my head.

“…More,” his hand pauses then starts again quickly.

“Does…he love you?”

Shit on me…. “…Yes.”

Chase is silent for a while. I want to open my eyes and see him. I want to know what kind of expression he has on his face right now, but I’m scared, “Did you two have sex when he stayed with you at the hospital?”

“Yes,” might as well get it all out so he can go ahead and start hating me.

“Do you care about him more because he’s more experienced than I am?”

“…No,” shit…

“You seem to get along better with him than you do me.”

“Well, I’ve known him all my life, even though we haven’t seen a whole lot of each other. We…have things in common.”

He stops working, “Like what?”

I take a breath, “We both…lost someone we loved a lot.”

“…Your mothers…”

“…Yeah,” I whisper. I squeeze my eyes tight for a moment then relax them, “That was the same hospital that me and Lin went to to identify our parents. I was glad that someone stayed with me. I knew Lin wouldn’t be able to.”

“She was quiet the entire ride home. As soon as we stopped in the driveway she was out of the truck and in the house. She wouldn’t open her door for anyone but Tom. She didn’t come out of her room or talk to anyone but Tom until you came home.”

“She’s got enough emotions for the both of us,” I open my eyes and look at Chase, “Are you mad at me because I sleep with Marcus?”

“…It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything,” he replies and goes back to sketching.

“But you want me to be, don’t you,” he stops again.

“I…don’t think you could be with just one person Senin.”

“So you think I’m a slut?”

“It’s not that…I mean-,”

“That’s ok Chase, I get what you mean,” I say getting out of position, “You think we can finish this some other time?” I say as I lean down and grab my boxers.

“…Yeah, sure,” he says softly. I put on my clothes and leave without looking back. Yeah, we aren’t gonna work together.

 

 

 

“So what are you two at odds about?” Marcus asks as I mark off the area for the flower bed in the back yard. It’s been two weeks since that day and Chase and I have barely talked to each other. I haven’t slept in his room either. What’s the point? He doesn’t think I could be faithful to him. It’s not like he’s totally wrong, but it’s not like he’s even giving it a try. I don’t know how I’d be able to have one and not the other. Chase spends his time either in his drawing room or on campus so it’s not like he’s actually been available to talk to. But then again, I’m not really makin’ the effort. I keep myself busy with the tourney and now this project. I step back a few feet and mentally picture the layout of the ‘mums until Marcus touches my shoulder, “Come on baby love, talk to me.”

“It’s somethin’ we gotta work out between ourselves Marcus,” I say staring at the rectangular area. I feel his arm slip around my waist.

“Let me know if you need any help telling Chase you love him.”

I turn and look at him wide-eyed, “H-H-How?”

“Well, you calling out his name at the top of your lungs that morning I came in from pulling an all nighter was a start,” he grins at me, “And then there’s the switching of bed partners basically every night,” he gives me a squeeze, “By the way, you never told me who was better at spooning you.”

I blush, “I-I-It was a tie.”

His arm comes from around me and then his hand brushes through my hair, “Does he want you to be monogamous?”

“H-He knows that I’ve had multiple partners when he told me that he loved me. He wasn’t happy with me and Mick tumbling. He said that I should have someone that loves me for more than just sex.”

“I’m sure Mick and Patrick see you as more than just a hot lookin’ piece of tail.”

“They do. I mean, it’s not my fault they’re good in bed too. But I don’t think Chase has noticed that I’m hardly over there anymore.”

“You should find some time and pull him aside to talk to him.”

“He’s been workin’ like crazy these last two weeks. I’ve been dealing with the tourney and then remembering that me and dad were sup…posed to…”

I feel Marcus hug me to him, “It’s ok Senin, take your time,” yeah, me and dad designed a flowerbed to put back here last fall. We set the time to prep the area in the break of the tourney since there’s a week in between the matches and the championship. We’re in the championship match against a team from near the beach called the Mustangs. Jason’s team was ousted in the first round.

I take a breath, “I’ll talk to him before the week is out.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for listening.”

“No problem baby love,” I reach up and touch his cheek. He leans down and I kiss him. I sure do hope I can grow maybe three more inches so I can be in some kind of close height range to these guys, “So, when are you gonna start planting?”

“Tuesday will be a good day,” I say pulling back and leaning against the oak behind me, “It’ll be sunny but some clouds as far as the weather report goes. Are you busy then?”

“No I’m free,” Marcus grins, “Are you sure you don’t want Jason’s help? I mean, he is doing an internship with McCoullin Landscaping.”

I shake my head, “No thanks. You’re much better company,” yeah, who would’ve thought jackass knew anything about landscaping? Wonders never cease. Marcus moves closer and kisses me again. Damn I love his kisses….and I miss Chase’s.

 

 

 

I guess days fly by when you’re not doin’ much in the summer. Hell, what am I talkin’ about, it’s summer, time flies by anyway. It is a good thing I asked Marcus to help. I added on an extra nine feet to the original area so I can plant twelve bushes along this side of the fence. I know Tom won’t mind. I walk into the back yard via the fence and drop the bag of soil on the ground and bend over to tie my shoe. The weather’s great today, there’s a nice breeze, just enough sun to not make it feel hot, yes perfect for doing this project. Tom opened the windows to let some of this nice air flow into the kitchen while he preps dinner. He’s crackin’ open the grill and doin’ it up right this afternoon. Too bad the bitch has to be here. She said she would get off early today and her car was in the drive when we pulled up. I still don’t know why Tom hasn’t dropped papers on her yet. I’m about to pick up my bag again when I hear her talking.

“Thomas, we need to talk,” she says in her calm, lawyer voice. The good thing about the deck out back is that the doors to the kitchen are on the other end of the deck and from where I’m standing there’s about seven feet of space before you reach the steps to the deck and you can’t be seen. I know this because Marcus felt the need to give me a handy as soon as we were out of sight of the windows. It’s also good because you can hear everything that’s being said.

“What is it Becca?”

“I think we need to have a talk with Kalin,” she says. What the hell?

“What’s wrong with Kalin?” Tom asks, his chopping stops.

“I was putting her dry cleaning in her room Monday and accidentally knocked her camera off her desk,” she says. Huh? “I picked it up and checked it to see if it was damaged when I saw these,” she pauses. I inch closer to the corner to make sure I hear everything. I turn quickly just as Marcus comes through the gate and put my finger to my lips to keep him quiet. He gives me a confused look but walks over to me quietly. ‘Listen’, I mouth to him. “She’s been taking nude pictures of her boyfriend Thomas. And as you can see, he’d been doing the same.”

Holy shit! Oh wait, she said that she had pics of DC a few months ago. Marcus and I look at each other as a breeze comes by. Damn I can only imagine what they must look like. Lin’s good at photography so I’m sure they rock. I wonder how Tom’s reacting to seein’ DC in all his glory. Ok, can’t think about that right now, this may be important stuff.

“Thomas, you do realize that she’s only sixteen years old,” the bitch says, “And she’s doing things like this? With her boyfriend no less? This has got to stop. We know practically nothing about him.”

“Demetrius is a good kid Becca,” Tom says, “He did an internship at my work last summer. He’s very good with information security.”

“Be that as it may, why is she exposing herself like this? It’s…trashy.”

It’s…trashy? What the fuck! I start to take a step but Marcus grabs me about the waist and pulls me against him, “Calm down baby love, let’s hear the rest of this,” he whispers in my ear. He’s right, if this bitch is gonna talk shit about my sister I want to be able to tell her everything she says so Lin can fuck her up good.

“Becca, I don’t think Kalin means for these to be seen by anyone other than herself and Demetrius. They are teenagers after all, they’re just having some fun.”

“Thomas, this is sexual, not fun. Do you know what would happen if someone saw these? They could be posted on the internet and completely ruin them. Seriously, we need to sit her down and talk to her about this. This kind of behavior can lead to terrible things.”

“Becca, Kalin’s a very level headed teenager. Yes, these photos are a little bit risqué, but I highly doubt she’ll allow anyone to see them.”

“How do you know she hasn’t sent them to that boy? He’s probably showing them to his friends.”

“I doubt that Demetrius will do something like that Becca. He cares about her a lot.”

Damn right he does. I really don’t like this bitch. Tom needs to give her the boot.

“I still do not like the fact that she’s showing off her body to her boyfriend like that. Do you think they’re having sex?”

“If they are, then I’m sure Kalin’s got it covered,” Tom says.

“She’s too young to be doing things of this nature Thomas.”

“Oh like you’ve never done something risky when you were her age.”

“I didn’t. My parents taught me better than to let just anyone see me naked. Has she even been talked to about sex?”

Oh no the fuck she did not just say that! Marcus grips me tighter as I want to go into that kitchen right now and give her a fuckin’ earful.

“They’ve had the talk Becca. Senin told me one day a few years back when they were stayin’ here,” I remember that, “He said it actually went pretty well despite the amount of blushing on their father’s part,” yeah I thought dad was gonna pass out a few times during the talk. Good times.

“And speaking of him, I have reason to believe that he has…homosexual tendencies.”

What….the…FUCK!!!!!!

“What makes you think that Becca?”

“I was in the kitchen Sunday when he and your son were out back measuring off for the flower bed. He was standing awfully close to him.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“He…kissed your son Thomas.”

Holy shit….she saw us? Geez it was only a little kiss as we were finishing up marking the area for the flowerbed. We hear silence for a bit then another breeze comes through.

“The thing that bothers me most about it is that…your son didn’t seem to mind that Senin was kissing him,” I feel Marcus stiffen behind me, “Is your son gay Thomas?”

“Marcus is an adult Becca, if you want to know something like that you’ll have to ask him yourself.”

“I don’t think it’s wise to have the two of them sharing a room Thomas. He should be around boys his own age.”

“Becca, both Kalin and Senin are very mature for their age.”

“A little too mature if you ask me.”

“They are level headed teenagers and they know how to think before they act.”

“I’m really starting to wonder about them,” the bitch says. I’m ready to rip her head off. I can’t wait ‘til Lin gets home, “It seems like they have too much freedom to do what they please.”

“It’s something they’ve earned Becca. They’ve never caused trouble for themselves or anyone around them and Calista and Lucas allowed them this independence.”

“They’re a bit too independent Thomas, Senin has shown clear disrespect to me several times and the way that Kalin speaks about such private matters as if she were talking about the weather. I can only imagine what other students her age think of her.”

“She’s respected among her peers, Senin too.”

“Senin spent a lot of time over at Mick’s house until they started attending Brentworth. I think something may have been going on over there.”

“Mick’s known Senin and Kalin for years Rebecca,” Tom says. He sounds like he’s getting frustrated with this conversation. Good!

“And there’s that Nikita boy that Senin spends time with. We know absolutely nothing about him other than he plays soccer. I think they have some influence over him, your son as well.”

“I doubt that.”

“Well, we need to sit those two down and talk to them. I don’t like all of this freedom they have.”

“Rebecca I’m not going to heap anymore changes on them than absolutely necessary. They’ve been through enough.”

“It’s been months since their parents accident. They should come to learn that they can’t just keep doing things their own way around here.”

“They abide by our rules Becca.”

I hear her sigh, “Something still should be done about these photos. And about Senin.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Senin Becca.”

Yeah bitch, there’s nothin’ wrong with me!

“And your son-,”

“Becca, there is nothing wrong with Marcus or Senin. If Senin is gay, that’s his business. If he has an interest in Marcus, it’s his business as well.”

“That boy is still a minor Thomas, and your son is an adult,” we hear her huff, “I think those two are…having sex.”

“Becca…”

“You do realize that is rape in this state Thomas.”

I hear an engine stopping. I hope our next door neighbor doesn’t come snooping since the fence door is open.

“Becca please, it’s not the first time you’ve heard of underage people having sex. It happens the world over.”

“It is illegal Thomas and I will not have it. You do remember that I’m an attorney, don’t you?”

“Becca how old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“…That’s of no consequence here.”

“How old were you.”

“…Seventeen, but I wasn’t having sex with an adult. My boyfriend was the same age as I was.”

“So why are you making a big deal about this? They know how to use protection Becca…it’s not like Sen and Marcus are going to be havin’ kids or anything.”

“But what about Kalin, hm?”

“Kalin knows how to use protection as well.”

“And how do you know that he doesn’t force her?”

“Becca, did you see these pictures? These so-called trashy shots? Does it look like she was forced to take these?”

“With the way that girl dresses at times I have to wonder when the hammer drops and something happens to her.”

“Kalin knows how to take care of herself. She knows how to fight and she’s good at it from what Senin’s told me.”

Hell yeah Lin can kick ass!

I didn’t think of the engine and all until we hear Kalin come into the kitchen, “Hey Tom have you seen my…where did you find my camera? I’ve been lookin’ for that since Monday.”

“Kalin, we need to talk to you,” the bitch says.

“About what?”

“I was putting your dry cleaning in your room Monday and accidentally knocked your camera off your desk. I checked it to make sure it was working and saw these,” she pauses, “Care to explain this?”

“What…the…fuck are you doin’ going through my stuff!”

Oh hell, Kalin’s mad.

“I told you, I was checking to see if it was still working.”

“And when you saw the lense move you should have just put it back where you fuckin’ found it!”

“I want to know what possessed you to take such…pictures. A young lady doesn’t go around doing things like this, especially at your age.”

“It’s none of your fuckin’ business for one. It’s my camera and I’ll take pictures of whatever I like. And another thing, my age doesn’t have a damn thing to do with anything. Besides, my boyfriend is fuckin’ hot, why shouldn’t I take pictures of him.”

“This is pornography young lady,” the bitch says.

“Only if it’s published, which it won’t be you stupid cow.”

“Kalin…” Tom warns.

“Are you two having sex?” Rebitcha asks. Damn woman, you’re only makin’ Lin madder, I’d shut the fuck up if I were you.

“Why the fuck do you need to know that?”

“You’re too-,”

“Bitch if you say young I’m gonna fuckin’ cut you,” Lin says, “I have a fuckin’ clue thank you very much. I know how to handle myself and since you need to know so fuckin’ bad, yes we’re havin’ sex. And as you could see by the size of his cock, it’s pretty damn good too!”

“Young lady!”

“Kalin, Becca stop,” Tom says.

“I can not believe your parents let you do-,”

I’m done listenin’ to this shit, “Marcus, let me go,” I say softly. I hear Lin and that bitch yellin’ but my mind’s focused on getting in there and givin’ her a piece of my mind. Marcus releases me and I walk around the corner and up the steps onto the deck. The yelling stops as we walk over the deck and into the kitchen.

“Senin, Marcus, when did you get back?” Tom says as we walk up to the island.

“We’ve been back,” I say eyeing the bitch, “long enough to hear all of the shit that Lin didn’t hear.”

“Senin-,”

“Don’t even try to take up for her Tom. This bitch thinks somethin’s wrong with me?”

“Senin-,”

“Stuff it Tom,” I say shooting a look at him. I then turn my gaze back to the bitch, “Yeah, I’m gay, big fuckin’ woo. You think I’m gonna contaminate your jackass of a son or somethin’? Trust me, I’d cut my own dick off before I came anywhere near that asshole,” she opens her mouth, “And my sister doesn’t take trashy photos. She’s damn good at photography.”

“Trashy?” Lin looks at Rebitcha hard, “You call my shots trashy? You fuckin’ bitch you wouldn’t know a good shot if it came up and kissed you.”

I look over and see Marcus pickin’ up her camera and turning it on. He scrolls through the pictures, “Hey, these are good. Great use of natural light,” he looks through a few more shots, “Damn Kalin, you’re smokin’.”

“Thanks Marcus, at least someone knows photography,” she says givin’ Rebitcha the evil eye.

“I want those pictures deleted-,”

“Go to hell you fuckin’ cunt, these are my pictures and I will keep them.”

“Hey can I get a copy-,”

“Absolutely not!” comes the bitch, “Those are pictures of minors and having them in your possession-,”

“Sure Marcus, you want shots of just me or both,” Lin says cutting her off. Rebitcha’s jaw drops.

“Oh yeah Rebecca, to inform you, I’m not gay,” she closes her mouth, “I’m bi,” it falls open again. She looks at Tom.

“So they were having sex in his room both times. I’m’ calling-,”

“That won’t do a damn bit of good,” I say, “You’d have to prove we were havin’ sex. Just because you heard me doesn’t mean we were having sex. Or did you forget the conversation that took place at the breakfast table after the first time,” I smirk at her, “Lin’s right, I am loud when I jack off.”

“Don’t I know it,” Marcus says still looking through Lin’s pics, “Hey Kalin, how many shots are there altogether?”

“There are twenty-eight of me and Demetrius,” she says leaning over. She looks at her camera and frowns, “Hey, there are two missing,” she looks at Rebitcha, “What the fuck happened to two of my photos bitch?”

“Thomas, these two need to go into the custody of the state,” she tells him, “They are clearly beyond our help. I don’t want my sons around homosexuals,” I glare at her, “Or this….promiscuous teen,” that gets a really evil look from Lin. I look at Lin as she goes through her shots. Oh hell, she’s reaching pissed mode.

“That’s not possible Rebecca,” Tom says, “I am their legal guardian, not you, you’re my wife.”

“I want them out of this house. Let them live at their own house like they wanted to in the beginning. They are a bad influence on Jason and Chase.”

“For one, they aren’t old enough to do that,” Tom says to her, “And two, I’d have to tell my own son to leave since you have a problem with his and Senin’s sexual prefences and that is something I will not do. Jason seems to do well on his own and Chase is an adult and can make his own decisions. Neither of these three have anything to do with influencing your boys.”

“Stay away from Chase and Jason,” she says to me, “I don’t want them being any closer to you than needed.”

“Uh, bitch, we live in the same fuckin’ house. That’s gonna be difficult, unless you leave and take that jackass with you,” she looks at me sharply, “Chase is old enough to make his own decisions like Tom said, and if he wants to be around me he can. Oh and by the way,” I lean in a bit, “yeah we’re fuckin’ so get used to it or go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You should,” Lin says.

“Ok everyone stop,” Tom says.

“That bitch started it when she went through Lin’s camera for no reason. Now she wants to throw us out because we don’t act like she wants us to,” I say.

“I can’t believe your mother and-,”

“Well at least my mom wasn’t havin’ an affair with another man, unlike someone in this room,” I say loudly. The front door closes and we all stop. We wait in silence to see who heard my comment. The footsteps continue in our direction. Pleasedon’tletitbeChasepleasedon’tletitbeChasepleasedon’tletitbeChasepleasedon’tletitbeChase…

It’s Chase.

“What’s…going on?” he says coming into the kitchen fully. He looks at me, “What are you talking about Senin?”

Lin walks out of the kitchen. I hear her going upstairs. Hmmm.

“I can not believe the aud-,”

“Save it Rebecca,” Tom says, “He’s not lying,” Rebitcha looks at him, “I’ve had a private detective following you around for the last two and a half years after I ran into one of the partners at your firm. He asked me how your sister was doing out in Denver. You don’t have a sister in Denver,” Rebitcha starts lookin’ pale, “He sent me evidence that you were seeing someone else while you were out on your business trip.”

“…Thomas…”

“Why him, of all people?” Tom asks her. Uh oh, he’s gettin’ ill, “Why the bastard that left you with two small children?”

“You found dad?” Chase says.

“Chase-,”

“And he’s back in town apparently,” Tom interrupts. I see Chase’s body jolt at that bit of information. Lin slips back into the kitchen behind Chase, “Why are you cheating on me with that asshole Rebecca? He left you by yourself without a word and you’re back with him like nothing happened. Why?”

“Mom?” Chase says with a shaky voice.

“It’s not like that Chase. I wanted to know why he left,” she says. Is this bitch on acid or something?

“Looks like a bit more than that to me,” Lin says walking around Chase and placing two photos on the counter for all of us to see. Two shots of Rebitcha and their dad, one they’re walking hand-in-hand, the other is them kissing, all with nice sharp clarity.

“Yeah I felt it was necessary to make a hardcopy of that should something like this ever happen and you deleted those shots,” Lin says looking at Rebitcha coolly, “I’m guessin’ you have a thing for guys with small cocks,” the bitch looks at her sharply, “I’ve always been able to tell the size of a guy’s rod just by lookin’ at him and from what I saw of him that day,” she points to the picture, “that guy’s more or less around seven inches while Tom,” she gives him a once-over, “is more likely hung like a fuckin’ horse. Why you’d pick somethin’ like that over the stallion you married is beyond me,” Lin’s got a point there, Tom’s got a tree on him, “But one thing did come to mind when I looked at these the first time,” yeah, that guy…Chase doesn’t… “It’s very clear where Jason got his looks from, but Chase just has your eyes. Chase doesn’t share any physical characteristics with this guy. And if my classes in biology are right, then Chase should have dark hair as well, it’s too dominant of a gene for him not to. I’m gonna guess that most of your family’s got dark hair and eyes. It’s highly irregular for someone to have a recessive gene to mark their hair color unless it skips like every other generation or something.”

“I’ve seen pictures of your family Rebecca,” Tom says quietly, “No one has hair Chase’s color.”

Rebitcha looks at Tom then to Chase, “…Mom?”

“He’s not your dad Chase,” comes Jason’s voice. We all look in his direction as he’s standing at the entryway. Damn, when did he get here? “That’s why he left. He found out that mom cheated on him.”

“H-How...d-d-do you know?”

“He told me a few months ago,” Jason says looking at his brother, “He came back ‘cause he wants mom back.”

“…No one…” Chase turns to look at the rest of us, “You all…knew this?”

“We didn’t know about him not being your dad,” I say quietly, “But…we knew she was seeing him behind Tom’s back. Lin was probably the first out of us three,” I say pointing at Marcus, Lin, and myself, “to find out. I found out after Tom did.”

“I went to the firm to take your mom out to lunch but the receptionist said that she had already left with her husband,” Tom says, Rebitcha looks at him, “When I told the receptionist that I was her husband she said that Tyler had come to take her to lunch several times and that I wasn’t her husband,” Tom looks at Rebitcha, “Macy came through the lobby just as Nina was telling me that. When Nina saw Macy’s face she knew she said too much.”

“Is…this…true?” Chase asks her. Rebitcha looks at him evenly.

“He’s not your father Chase.”

Color drains from his face and he looks as if someone socked him in the gut. Chase looks at Jason, “You…knew he was back…and didn’t say anything? You knew he wasn’t my dad and you didn’t say a fucking word? For months?”

Jason looks down at the floor, “He said it wouldn’t matter since you’re eighteen now,” jackass looks up just in time to catch a fist to the jaw and stumbles into the walkway as Chase walks past him. We hear him go upstairs and then his door slams closed.

“Rebecca I want you to leave,” Tom says drawing our attention back to him as Rebitcha goes over to Jason, “and take Jason with you,” she stops and looks at Tom. What the fuck did you expect bitch?

“Thomas, I didn’t mean for this to happen…not like-,”

“Well it did so get out, please. I’ll contact the firm and get information from them regarding your living arrangements to send your things, but for now go pack what you need. I’ll send you papers as soon as I can have them drawn up.”

“It’s not like I’m the only one at fault here,” she says as jackass comes to stand beside her, “You were keeping secrets from me as well. I had only wanted to know why he left me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with him again.”

“That’s two completely different things Rebecca and you know it. When I decided that I wanted to be with you I gave up seeing men,” jackass’s eyes look like their about to pop out of their sockets, “there was no reason to tell you because you were the one I chose to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Y-You’re gay?” jackass spurts out.

“He’s bisexual you dumbass,” I say, “Or could you not hear them gettin’ it on the entire time you lived here.”

“Shut up you queen.”

“Hey, at least I’m gettin’ some.”

“You and your sister are nothin’ but a pair of sl-,” yeah jackass is in the floor ‘cause Lin laid him out. Rebitcha crouches by her son then looks up at my twin.

“Just you wait young lady, you’ll be in a-,”

“Rebecca I’d stop there if I were you,” Tom says, “You are in no position to do anything in this house anymore. And should you try to get Senin and Kalin removed, you can kiss your chance at making partner goodbye,” Rebitcha looks at him with wide eyes. Tom nods, “You probably didn’t know this, but the head of the firm, Mike Willis, his mother used to babysit me so he knows me a lot better than you do. All it will take is one word from me and you won’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of making partner. I know that your career is important to you and you’ve worked hard raising two children and making it through school on your own. Don’t blow all of that because of something you started. I’m sure Mike will handle this divorce in the most discreet manner possible so please, just leave us alone.”

Rebitcha helps up her jackass son. He leaves and goes upstairs, “And Chase?”

“Chase is free to stay if he wants, I have no problem with it, but you and Jason should go. I’m sure he’d rather be around his biological father instead of me,” we watch in silence as Rebitcha walks out of the kitchen. It’s about time. Tom looks at me, “Did you really have to say that Senin?”

“Tom she’s been cheating on you for like years, why didn’t you do this a long time ago?”

“I was going to confront her about Denver the day your parents were in the wreck. So much was going on, that was trivial. I needed to see to you and Kalin first. For a time she stopped seeing him. The detective I placed on her here also had photos from the same day that Kalin seen them together. That’s when they started back again.”

“My bad Tom.”

Tom sighs, “What’s done is done. Why don’t you go check on Chase.”

I leave the kitchen and head upstairs. I hear Jason movin’ around in his room as I come to Chase’s door. I knock a few times and get nothing. I try the knob and it turns. I open the door and peak inside. I don’t see him right away and I slip inside fully closing the door behind me. Chase comes out of his bathroom and just looks at me. Hell, I really don’t know what to do right now. I’m not even sure if Chase wants me here. Chase walks over to his bed and sits down and stares off into empty space.

“Chase I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” I say to him, “I was angry that she was sayin’ that something was wrong with me-,”

“Something’s wrong with you?”

“Other than being gay…and a bit of a blabbermouth, no. But your mom doesn’t see it that way.”

“Well then I guess she’d say something was wrong with me too then,” he says coming to look at me. 

I shake my head, “Nope, she’d think it’d be my fault entirely.”

“That’s not possible. I knew I was gay when I was ten,” Chase’s door flies open and Jason’s standing there with his mouth hangin’ open.

“What the fuck Chase? You’re a queer too?”

“I didn’t think it’d matter to you, since I’m eighteen and all,” Chase says back to him. Jason closes his mouth and glares hard in our direction.

“This house is full of fuckin’ queers,” he says and turns and stops as he’s about to go back to his room. Rebitcha soon comes into view. Chase stands up.

“Chase, is this true?”

“Why should it matter mom, you and Jason have been lying to me for months. You’ve been lying to me and Jason for years. You knew Tyler wasn’t my real father, so you lied to me from the very beginning,” Chase walks over and slips arms around me, “At least there was someone willing to say something,” she takes a breath, “And just so you know, well, it’s not like it’s any of your business,” Chase plants one on me in full view of his mom and jackass, “This is the guy I’ve been sleeping with.”

Rebitcha stands there for a moment looking completely taken aback. I’m a little surprised myself. I didn’t think Chase would do something like that in front of his mom, “Well then he’s cheating on you with that bisexual downstairs, the younger one.”

“I already knew Senin was sleeping with Marcus. I’d sleep with him too, he’s hot.”

She stands there for a moment longer then finally makes her body move. Jason goes down the hall then comes back with her suitcase and his and goes down the stairs. I stand there with Chase’s arms still around me staring at the doorway when I feel his arms tighten and his head on my shoulder. I lean my head against his, Chase squeezes me tighter and his body trembles. I wrap my arms around him as he cries on my shoulder. I look over as Lin appears in the doorway and pulls the door closed. We stand there for I don’t know how long until finally Chase lifts his head from my shoulder. I wipe his cheeks then lead him over to his bed. He sits down and I sit beside him. I run my hand through his hair, he looks worn out. Damn, now I really wish I didn’t open my big mouth.

“Chase, why don’t you lie down and rest a little. I’ll come back la-,”

“Stay with me…please.”

“Ok.”

Chase moves to lie down and I lie beside him on my side facing him, “…It makes sense now, when I think back on it,” he says softly, “He never really seemed to like me like he did Jason when we were little. I remember a few times when he would look at me like something was wrong with me. I guess when you’re a kid you don’t really pick up on things like that.”

“I’m so sorry Chase.”

“It’s not your fault Senin.”

“I’m the one that said something.”

“If you didn’t none of this would have come out and I never would have known. It’s obvious that my mom and Jason were never going to say anything about it.”

“But still…”

Chase turns his head to me, “I’m glad you said something Sen, now we can get on with our lives.”

“But what about your mom and Jason?”

“Right now, I don’t really care about them. They hurt me and I need to be away from them for a while,” Chase turns on his side facing me, “I love you Senin.”

“…But…”

He shakes his head, “I know you care about Marcus, but that’s not gonna change the way I feel about you.”

“But…I mean, the last two weeks…”

“My advisor asked me to help with a showing that’s taking place the first week of the school year. I’ve been putting together pieces for it that’s why I haven’t been around. It’s my debut so I’ve focusing on it a lot.”

“…Oh…”

“I’ll admit, when you said you cared about Marcus more than you did in your relationship with Mick I was jealous. You pretty much stopped going over there, and I wondered if it had anything to do with Marcus and not me.”

My heart is racing, words aren’t coming to me. Shit, why can’t I say something? What the fuck am I afraid of? He loves me, Marcus loves me, why can’t I say it back to them? I look at Chase, his eyes are getting heavy. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair and his eyes close, “Rest a little, we can talk later.”