Chapter Forty-Four

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
God Bless The Child
Billie Holiday

Siberia

The old church was in ruins but someone had been here recently. The altar was covered in blood and there were footprints in the thick dust as well as areas where it appeared people had sat in the pews.  Other than that it wasn’t remarkable in the slightest, it was just another crumbling old structure giving way to the ravages of time.  Out back of the church they did find another item of interest in the form of a makeshift grave.  Someone had attempted to cremate the body before they buried it and as such it was charred beyond recognition.  The remains were bagged and would be taken to a laboratory in Moscow some 1500 miles away. While the Russian government was anxious to assist the friends in the SGC and Altair Ain they weren’t as anxious to give up any control over whatever might be found on their soil—or in this case, in the soil. However, there was no Stargate and nothing even remotely resembled one.  Just the church and unkempt grounds, nothing more. The team of 8 men and 2 women wandered around in their black uniforms, side arms in plain sight, and began the scientific end of their task.

Something happened here. Something big enough to show up on the scanners and seismology machines back at the SGC. So what was it?  It didn’t seem to be an Earthquake and there wasn’t a volcano around for at least a thousand miles.  No sign that a meteor hit in the area.  Most of all no sign of a Stargate.

In the town of Pokrovskoye General Carter and her Special Care Team along with the local police stormed the rather neat and modest home of Gregori Rasptuin known to the locals as Gregory Sventlanvitch.  It too was void of occupants and it seemed as though the Team had just missed them.  The coffee pot on the counter near the stove was still slightly warm to the touch. At first glance one might think they’d just gone out for dinner and would be back shortly but upon second glance one would notice that several important items were missing. Among these were clothes and suitcases.  Had someone tipped off Svetlanavitch and Wolfgar that company was on the way or did they just get really lucky?  Worst of all, perhaps they’d moved on to another phase in their mad plan.

“I want everything you find,” Sam ordered. “No matter how small it seems, whatever it is I want to see it, you got that?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Corporal Masterson replied and the remaining members of the Special Care Team spread out through the house and searched the place top to bottom room by room.

Sam went through the living room on the second floor and wound her way upstairs to the bedrooms.  As was the custom in so many of these old houses the kitchen was on the first floor along with the dining room, the living quarters were on the upper floors.  The first room undoubtedly belonged to a woman as it still held the faint scent of perfume and the remaining items scattered haphazardly on the dresser consisted of broken bits of jewelry, mostly empty bottles of perfume and a used lipstick tube.  The drawers and closet still held clothing left behind by their owner but produced nothing of any interest.  The second bedroom was much the same and Sam wondered which room belonged to Tula and which to Raven but couldn’t tell for sure.  Not the hair left in the brushes gave a clue as both women had jet black hair that was at least shoulder length the last time each was seen.

The third belonged to a man and it was extremely neat, meticulous actually.  Everything was where it should be from the straight edges of the bed to the nicely aligned brush and comb on the dark hardwood dresser.  There was a single bit of clothing strewn on the gleaming hardwood floor.  The shoes left behind were even perfectly aligned on the closet floor and each item of clothing found to be unwanted hung on their hangars without a single wrinkle.  Svetlanavitch’s room no doubt.  The clothing here was certainly more suited an older man with good taste than it was to teenage boy.  On the second floor other members of the SCT were going through the man’s office and the Serbian police were tracking down his phone records.  It wouldn’t be long before they discovered where they’d gone off to or so Sam hoped.

The last room belonged to Wolfgar. Not only was it a mess but it stunk of testosterone and sex.   The floor was crusted with old food and spilled beverages, some of which undoubtedly were the remnants of the vodka bottles in the trash can. Over the bed which probably hadn’t been made in some weeks nor had the sheets changed in even longer hung a familiar painting; Demonic Decisions.  Under it, taped neatly to the frame, was a folded bit of paper.  With hesitant fingers Sam reached out and plucked it from the frame.

Sorry we missed you.

“Little prick.” She muttered as she crumpled the paper and shoved it into her pocket. Turning around she caught sight of the dresser in here with its mirror so expertly positioned directly across from the stained smelly bed.  On it was today’s newspaper.  Sam wasn’t as fluent in Russian as Daniel was but she knew enough to know the headline screamed that war had broken out in countries which were much closer to Serbia than the United States was.  Here was another scrap of paper with another note.

I’m just getting started.

“He wants to play games, huh?” Sam groused as she grabbed up the note.  Just like an Olympian, they loved their fucking games.  She looked at the newspaper and the note again. Wolfgar was taking responsibility for the war breaking out.  What could he have had to do with it?  He was just a kid.  Yet the fact remained that since Altair Ain began there hadn’t been a single declared war on Planet Earth, a strange and wonderful sense of peace quietly overtook the whole planet and one day everyone was just more interested in talking than fighting.  She knew a lot of people credited Calla for that but Sam was never sure that was true.  If it was and Calla was the epicenter and the reason for the sudden and lasting outbreak of peace then wasn’t it also possible her Grandson was the exact opposite of whatever Calla truly was?  With her dying and her life force fading whatever power Wolfgar had he was able to use to undo her good works.  If Wolfgar could cause entire countries to go to war at the drop of a hat—and Ares certainly could if he wanted to, if he wasn’t so devoted to Calla—then what else could Wolfgar destroy?  Could he cause the whole planet to turn on itself and implode?  Daniel had once called his Grandson the Anti-Christ and Sam laughed a little at that. The Anti-Christ? Myth and legend, nothing more.  Now she wasn’t so sure.  If the boy had no soul, no conscience whatsoever, what was there to stop him from running roughshod all over creation?

Suddenly there was a bright blue light in the room and Sam held her arm against it to shield her eyes as she raised the gun with the other.  “Poseidon?” She said as she lowered the weapon and the old man appeared in the room.

“At your service, my dear.” The Lord of the Seas said.  “Come, we’ve much to talk about.”

**

Wolfgar had a few things he wanted to do before he moved into Altair Ain for the duration.  Chief among them he wanted to pay one last visit to each and every Jackson girl before they made their way home.  He’d received several emails and text messages from Athena and Lilly telling him they were all putting their educations on hold and returning to Altair Ain for the foreseeable future.  Athena didn’t go into great detail but Lilly did in her email, she was worried about her Grandfather, Uncle and Great-Grandfather. She told him they were stuck on the planet they’d gone to visit though this was yet to be made public knowledge.  She told him of her Grandmother’s stay in the SGC infirmary and that she was expected to return home to Altair Ain today if all went well. She would miss him while she was gone but hoped they’d stay in touch through email and that maybe one day he would come visit them, she’d like to introduce him to her family.  That made him chuckle.  Sweet little Lilly if she only knew.

Amy didn’t reach out to him and neither did Brigid, he didn’t expect either of them too. Amy wouldn’t lean on a man if both her legs were broken and Brigid, well, if he didn’t know better (and he might now) he’d say the girl was medically frigid.  He used his growing shape-shifting powers to transform his new body into his old one. He wouldn’t do to show up on any of their doors looking as he did now they’d never recognize him and if they did well, then, his sudden growth spurt would certainly be cause for speculation.  No sense in that.

So many pretty girls to screw and so little time to do it in.

Upon arriving and visiting with each Jackson girl in turn he found out more and more little interesting tid-bits of information. Each girl was very upset in their own way. Athena was aloof and pretending things weren’t so bad as they talked in her little apartment and she packed her bags.  Athena was convinced her Mother was going to be just fine and that they were onto methods that would cure her in no time. She was also convinced her Dad and her Father would find a way home just as easily and if not surely the SGC would stop at nothing to retrieve them.  However, Athena was angry at her older Sister, Colleen going so far as to say that ‘that bitch’ had ‘stolen the throne’ out from under her. Colleen was hardly an Olympian, she was more like a mortal since her return from the Underworld and in Athena’s eyes had no business sitting upon the throne as Queen of Altair Ain.  He’d thought that might stick in her prissy craw. If Athena was sure of one thing it was her own superiority when it came to her siblings, being that Athena was the last Full-Blood and all.  So, of course, Wolfgar or, Johnny was Athena knew him, didn’t hesitate to agree with her wholeheartedly and that, yes she should be Queen of Altair Ain.  After all, feeding Athena’s ego—which was probably bigger than Ares’—was the fastest way to get her into bed. When he entered her, Athena’s defenses fell and she buried her pretty olive face in the crook of his neck as she held onto him like a leaf clinging to a branch in a strong wind.

Lilly, darling little Lilly, she was scared and not afraid to let her dear friend know it. She didn’t like the idea of her Grandmother sleeping for three or four solid days while her Grandfather and Great-Grandfather and Uncle were so far away.  There was a bad man on the loose, her own Cousin Wolfgar, and she was sure he’d stop at nothing to harm her family. Sure he would use this opportunity to worm his way in somehow and reeking havoc.  Lilly was terrified for her Mother, Colleen, who now sat upon the throne and was surely a target for her nefarious Cousin. With wide frightened eyes she swore him to secrecy on that one, no one knew about Wolfgar. Of course he promised not to tell and calmly he assured her that wasn’t the case, surely no one could be out to harm the fading but still grand Queen Calla, a woman the whole world adored. Who could be so foolish as to try and harm her?  Yet the news that the Queen Mother would engage in such a long slumber was welcome indeed. 

Wolfgar had been surprised by how easy it was to slip into his Grandmother’s dreaming mind last night and now he would have at least 72 hours to wander around in there at his leisure.  Easy probably wasn’t the word for it as Wolfgar hadn’t even been trying but rather simply sleeping. In his dream he was running through the woods at a breakneck pace, what was he was chasing he didn’t know. Surely he wasn’t running from anything or anyone.  Suddenly a strange sound came to his ears, it was low and gentle but echoed in his head louder than the sounds of his feet pounding against the forest floor.  So demanding was it in its silky caress that it stopped him in his tracks. He stood there and he listened and heard the soft whispers and titters of lovers.  Following the sounds of their voices, Wolfgar came upon them lying in the tall grass looking up at the fluffy white clouds passing by in the deep blue sky. He spied on them he listened to them and wondered what it was like to be so close, so intimate, with another living being.  While he recognized his Grandfather, Daniel, right away it took him several moments to understand the beautiful and graceful woman Daniel was holding in his arms was Wolfgar’s own Grandmother.  The boy never realized she’d once been so beautiful and desirable. He’d seen her in pictures and old news footage but for most his life all he’d ever seen of her she was a shriveled up old hag but not here in the dream.  No, here he discovered how much injustice those photographs and reels did to her.  The woman sparkled, glowed in fact.  The smile on her face was warm and bright enough to light and heat an entire universe. He’d never seen so much love in one heart before except, maybe, when he looked into Lilly’s eyes.  If he had a soul it might have ached in that moment.

But Wolfgar did not have a soul and so when Daniel entered her and made love to her, all he felt was anger at being deprived of such a prize. Wolfgar watched and quietly emerged from his hiding place. Both of them so into each other that nothing else mattered or even existed, a fatal mistake it was to get so deeply involved with another.  While her eyes were closed and she moaned with delight the scent of her sex rose hotly on the wind, Daniel’s back to him, Wolfgar just slipped into him and took over. It was a dream after all but it did give him hope that he might be able to accomplish such a thing in reality as well.  As he moved inside her he wondered if it was just the dream world or if his Grandmother really had been that damn fuckable when she was younger.  Like Amy, he just couldn’t get enough of her. All sex, lust and passion.  He couldn’t get enough and he couldn’t get deep enough even if he was able to crawl all the way into her it wouldn’t be enough he’d always want more.

Now here in this little apartment was another woman and she was wanting someone to hold her and tell her just what he had; that everything would be all right, she came to him easily and opened like a flower not knowing the funk of her younger Cousin Athena was still upon him or the thoughts lingering in his mind.  She whispered what she thought was his name over and over again; Steve, Steve, she sighed. Lying in his arms after she looked up at him with the lovely blue eyes of hers and asked if he thought he might come to Altair Ain for a visit. Christmas vacation was just around the corner and as far as she knew he didn’t have any family. He’d been most welcome in her home, she was sure of it.  Wolfgar was almost immune to things such as guilt but lying there with her it was easy to see that she’d fallen in love with him and was hoping he felt the same. Poor sweet, Lilly, she was about to be crushed the hardest by his little deception.  Wolfgar had no doubt that when the Jackson girls finally got together again it would be only a matter of hours before they discovered they’d all been bedding the same boy.  Not wanting to disillusion her just yet he promised that he would try to visit during the break.  He’d be there all right but she wouldn’t recognize him and neither would the others. He would just sit there quietly watching while the Jackson girl’s little world exploded.  It was bound to be a hell of a cat fight and he didn’t want to miss that. Not to mention the fact that he had other work to do in Altair Ain before his father returned.  Chief among them; Annie Jackson.

“I wanted to wait until Christmas to give you this,” Lilly said as she reached under the bed they were lying on and produced a small box with a gold bow. “But, well, I guess under the circumstances now will just have to do. Merry Christmas, Steve.”  She held it out to him.

‘Steve’ was surprised as he took the box cursing himself for not thinking ahead and getting her a gift as well.  “You didn’t have to do that, Lil.”

“Now, wait, before you open it, I want to explain.” She sat up and pulled the sheet around her bosom. “I know you’re only supposed to do this if you’re exclusive and we’re not exclusive and I’m not pressuring you or anything but…”  she stopped talking when he kissed her.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll love it because it comes from you.” ‘Steve’ whispered when he broke the kiss.  Inside the box was half a gold Mitzvah necklace.  “It’s beautiful, thank you, Lil.” He kissed her cheek and then held it out to her so she could put it around his neck before he took her again.

Next stop, dear Amy.  She was shocked to see the very screwable Eddie at her door as she packed bags haphazardly by tossing items of clothing into them from across the room.  No talk with her. No cuddling. No hand holding. Amy knew the score and wasn’t afraid of it. She threw him down on the bed and had his pants around his ankles five minutes after he walked in the door.  When she went down on him she had to know he’d recently been with another woman—or two—but this she didn’t seem to care about.  When she was done with him she rolled off him and got dressed without a word. Amy was a wild one to be sure but that was one angry fuck as she perched up there thrusting herself up and down on his cock and her nails raked across his chest.  For a moment or two he wondered if she didn’t have her own suspicions about him? She was his sister after all on some level she had to know that.  But it was probably on the same level that she knew her Brother was her Father and that was level Amy never consciously visited.  Instead Amy told him she was going home to protect her Mother while she slept and if her bastard half-brother tried anything he was going to have to get through her first.  Wolfgar licked his lips to hold back the grin that wanted to peel those lips apart.  Yes, if any of them only knew who he really was surely he wouldn’t be sitting here unscathed much longer.  Again he was sworn to secrecy where Wolfgar was concerned, it was a family matter, that was where Amy said and it would stay; within the family just as so many other delicate matters had done before.

Lastly he went to see Brigid.  Unlike most of her relatives Brigid was the only true mortal among them even Lilly was one-quarter Olympian though she lacked any noticeable special gifts other than what appeared to be an empathic ability. Since she wouldn’t be traveling the Astral home to Altair Ain but instead waiting for a plan that didn’t depart for the next several hours, Brigid was not in a rush to pack.  She’d hoped one of her siblings would come and get her so she could make the trip faster but it seemed they were too busy to bother with her and left her to lag behind. She was just a stupid mortal after all, the unnecessary one of the group.  Brigid was surprised to see him at her door but not unpleasantly so, she let him in with a smile and her friend Dexter, the one that was so handsome she couldn’t possibly let herself believe he was pursuing her, kissed her cheek and handed her a bottle of strawberry wine. “I don’t even know why I’m going,” Brigid said over a glass of wine, “it’s not like anyone needs me there.”

“You’re going because she’s your mother, Brig,” Dexter soothed, “what else would you do? So you’re not like them, so what? Doesn’t mean you love her any less or that she loves you any less…does it?”  While trying to sound reassuring, Wolfgar knew damn well what he was really doing was cultivating that seed of doubt in Brigid’s mind. Calla wasn’t her mother, not biologically, in fact Brigid was a bastard—then again technically speaking so were Colleen and Nicholas. So was Lilly and even Athena. Brigid was the product of a union between Daniel and Enya, a mortal who loved Ares and bedded Daniel to spite him in a fit of jealousy.   The whole family was fucked as far as Wolfgar could see. They were nothing but of a bunch of inbred whores, bastards, drunkards, addicts and master manipulators.  A plague upon the Earth and all would be well to be rid of them. They were no shinning example for the sheep of this world to follow. He would see to it that they all paid for their sins.

“Yeah, I know,” Brigid sighed and refilled her glass.  “It was nice of you to come by, thanks.” She brushed a lock of sandy hair behind her ear before she took her next drink.

“What are friends for?” He replied warmly and eased an arm around her shoulders.

“Friends?” Brigid snorted as she started to feel a little lightheaded. Unlike her father, Brigid wasn’t one for alcohol in fact she hardly ever drank more than a single glass of wine that was usually at a family gathering.  “I’ve been a real shit to you, Dex.” Brigid said. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you haven’t.” He soothed and brought her in a little closer to him.

“Yes, I have.” She protested. “I hardly give you the time of day and I almost never return your phone calls or your emails and yet here you are trying to cheer me up.” She mused and shook her head before taking down the second half of her glass.  “Why is that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” Dex said with a warm grin, “perhaps it’s because you’re just so beautiful that I can’t keep my eyes or my thoughts off you.”

“Oh please,” Brigid huffed and held out the empty glass.  “You should see my sisters. They’re all prettier than I am, well of course they are, they’re Olympians.” She looked down at the little jelly jar in her hand as he filled it with the sweet rosy liquid. “We’re not supposed to have alcohol in the dorms.” She said shyly and took another drink.  Brigid wanted her Mother to be well and for her Father, Brother and Grandfather to come home safely but she didn’t want to go to Altair Ain with her siblings and the wine was taking the edge off of her apprehension.

Perhaps Brigid wasn’t the most attractive Jackson girl but she was far from ugly with her shoulder length sandy hair and her big blue eyes.  She could have any boy she wanted if she put her mind to it and a little effort.  A little make-up, perhaps, Brigid never wore make-up and she didn’t paint her nails or do any fancy things with her hair.  She was always hiding that pretty face of hers behind a pair of glasses. Not a girly-girl by any means. Although she was every bit a Princess as her sisters Brigid never called attention to that fact or did anything to stand apart from the crowd. “I have seen them, the whole world has seen them,” he whispered and moved a little closer so that she could look right into his eyes and feel the wisp of his breath on her cheek, “I don’t think they compare to you.”  At his words she blushed and turned her eyes away. “I think you’re every bit the goddess that they are probably even more.”  Brigid turned those slightly drunken blue eyes to him and he could clearly see the hope in them, the hope that he was telling the truth and that perhaps, just perhaps, she wasn’t an outcast among Gods. That’s when he saw his opportunity. ‘Dexter’ leaned in and kissed her. At first she pulled away but then she greeted him with the sweet taste of strawberry wine on her breath.  Frigid was not a word he would use to describe her kiss but hungry certainly was and so was inexperienced. Yes, from that one kiss it was very clear that little Frigid Brigid wasn’t frigid at all, in fact there was a raging fire burning beneath that cool exterior. His mother always told him that it was the quiet one he had to look out for and perhaps Raven was right. However, that kiss told him something else as well; she was a virgin.  Not for much longer.  He hadn’t had the opportunity to pluck cherries from any of the other bushes he’d been so thoughtfully presented with by the other Jackson girls so he was going to thoroughly enjoy this.  Since he’d already been laid three times today he was in no rush as he kept his lips locked to hers as he laid her back on the well-worn sofa.  The small and empty jelly glass in her hand fell to the carpeted floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.  Brigid trembled below him as his hands roamed all over her lithe little body until she broke their embrace.

“Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t do this.” Brigid stammered but her lips tingled and burned they ached for just one more kiss from him.

“Why not?” He asked softly. “You’re going away and I don’t know when I’m going to see you again, Brig.”  Gently he ran his hands through her hair.  “Me, well, I’m about to get kicked out of school and…”

“Kicked out?” She said and her lovely blue eyes widened. “Why?”

“My grades suck and my folks aren’t really keen on paying these prices for me to get Ds.” He cracked hoping to soothe her.  “I really like you, Brig…”

“Ds?” Brigid asked cutting him off. “I’ve seen your work, you’re a genius, Dex!” She proclaimed.  “I read your thesis on the space/time continuum and ever expansion of the universe…it was brilliant! You damn near blew Einstein right out of the water! I even showed it to my Dad…he was very impressed.”

Her sudden and unabashed support of him took him back for a second.  Wolfgar had written the thesis all on his own as part of the game, it took him all of twenty minutes! When he was done he showed it to her merely as a rouse to keep her believing he really was a student at this college but it was nothing more than that, a rouse. Einstein? Had she compared his drivel to Einstein?  Did she say that Daniel had read it and been impressed by it? Maybe he was smarter than he gave himself credit for and deeper in the fold to boot.

“So what if you got a few Ds? A slump can happen to anyone especially to someone as intelligent as you are, you get bored easy.” She told him.  “Don’t let them take you out of school, Dex, you’ve got too much going for you to quit now.”

Exactly.  Far too much going to quit now.

“Thanks,” he muttered with a shy smile. “Your support means a lot to me.”  He paused, licked his lips and the smile grew from shy to lustful. “You mean a lot to me, Brig.” Taking her glasses from her face he eased her down on the couch once more and kissed her from her forehead down the side of her cheek and to the nape of her neck where he stopped to suckle and she let out a long quivering sigh.

Oh gods!  Dex was so damn smart and he had looks for days!  He could have any girl on campus that he wanted just by smiling at them and saying hello, Brigid was sure they’d melt away at his feet.  Why was he here with her?  Why did he keep coming back?  What did it matter when he smelled so friggin’ fantastic that it made her head even lighter than the wine had?  His hard body and the hard parts of it pressed against her as his hands roamed over her and all she wanted to do was throw caution to the wind and sink her finger nails deep into the raw skin at his muscular back. Now he was unbuttoning her blouse and running the flat of his hands over her nearly exposed breasts.

Still, like her Father, throwing caution to the wind wasn’t something that came easily to Brigid Jackson.  Breathing hard as she broke out in a bead of sweat and her heart racing so fast she was sure it would it just give out at any second Brigid broke the embrace again.  “Maybe we shouldn’t…” she stammered as her mind, body and soul screamed at her to bring him back to her, to kiss him again and just to shut the hell up! “I mean I don’t, I’ve never…I don’t,” she realized how stupid she sounded and took in a breath before opening her mouth again. “I don’t know what I’m doing or if I’d even do it right.”

‘Dexter’s’ lips peeled back in a grin.  “You can’t do it wrong,” he said slyly, “and I do know what I’m doing so why don’t you let me show you?  I promise I won’t hurt you…much.” He added as an after thought.  “It always hurts the first time.”

That was what she’d heard.  What did it matter? There was a first time for everything and usually, whatever it was, it was at least awkward.   “Lock the door,” she whispered.

‘Dexter’ looked back over his shoulder at the apartment door not fifteen feet away.  “Sure, but not here, not on this couch, come on, take me to your room.”  He eased off of her and held his hand out to her.  On unsteady legs she rose and was grateful for the assistance as she noticed the bottle of wine was empty and so were the glasses.  That was too bad she might like just one more glass before her innocence ended.  ‘Dexter’ locked the door as she asked and then she led him to the small bedroom with its full sized bed.  Instead of taking her directly to the bed the bathroom caught his eye. 

He was filthy. 

Head to toe and everywhere in between, a shower was in order here.  Wolfgar had the distinct impression those pretty little lips of hers had never been wrapped around a hard cock and when they were just a few moments from now he wanted his to be clean for this special occasion.

“Where are we going?” Brigid asked shyly as they walked into her small bathroom with its stand-up shower.  The idea of having sex in the bathroom, especially on her first time!, didn’t appeal to her at all.  In fact it was rather repulsive until ‘Dexter’ slipped his t-shirt over his head and revealed the hardest abs and pecs she’d ever seen even in a magazine. Well, except for maybe Nick, he was her Brother but he was built like a brick shithouse!  It took everything she had to hold back the squeal and in doing so her trembling hands escaped her better judgment and she reached out to touch him.  Those mounds and ripples of dark olive flesh were hard but they were soft and supple too they held her attention so raptly that she didn’t even notice when her own blouse hit the floor or when the bra followed it. To his eyes those pert pink nipples were so hard they looked as though they’d just pop off those lovely round heaving breasts.

Standing there looking at her Wolfgar knew Brigid was nearly completely lost to the moment and holding on by only the barest of threads.  The fingertips of the hands so gently caressing him were on the verge of turning into talons that would tear into him and those hazy blue eyes screamed for the knowledge so long withheld.  Yes, he was about to unleash a little spitfire in Brigid Jackson and he was going to enjoy every last second of doing so.  As he slipped off his sneakers those sweet hands descended to his belt getting ready to unleash another spitfire and he hoped she wouldn’t be taken too far aback when she saw it.  They said that Ares had the biggest cock on the whole planet but Wolfgar wouldn’t mind getting into a pissing contest with his Great-Grandfather to find out if that was true or not.  One hand reached behind him to turn on the water in the shower while the other brushed between her legs even with the blue jeans to guard her he could feel hot and wet Brigid was.  “Come on, take a shower with me.” He coached looking into those eyes the desire didn’t fade but they were questioning him. “I just came from practice,” he said easily knowing she believed he was on the football team, “I’m filthy.” That was true enough and he had to hold back the smile as he thought about Athena, Amy, and Lilly.  “You want me clean, don’t you?”

Well, yes, that sounded like a good idea.  Before she knew it ‘Dexter’ was on his knees and her jeans were on the floor, he pushed her delicate pink panties aside and slid his tongue between her legs. Brigid thought her head would explode and she slumped back against the sink.  Now those panties were on the floor with her jeans and his.  ‘Dexter’ was standing there completely naked looking like one of the statues back home in Altair Ain.  She wanted to know…she wanted to see.  Brigid let her eyes fall downward for a moment and she held onto the sink for support. She’d always heard about huge throbbing cocks but this one actually did throb as it stood there at attention bobbing up and down as though searching for its prey.  He’s going to put that in me?  She wanted to run but another thought went through her head and it was strangely similar to the first; oh yeah, he’s gonna put that in me. Fuck, yeah, gimmie!  Without another thought she followed him into the shower and under the hot jets of water where they embraced and kissed and pressed their wet naked bodies together.  Brigid wanted him to take her right then there under the steaming water but he refused. Instead he gave her the soap and wash puff.

Touching him some more, yes that was another good idea. Brigid worked up a good lather on the puff and in her own body before gliding it from his neck to his shoulders, down both arms and to that torso which kept attracting her attention and holding it so mercilessly.  She’d never touched a penis before never been this close to one her knees were weak so she knelt before him as she worked the lathered puff on that throbbing hungry cock, the steam so thoughtfully holding any scent of any other females away from her nose.  Not that she’d really know what it was to begin with.  She tried not to grab it too hard, but she wasn’t sure what ‘too hard’ might be.  She washed him clean of her Sisters and her Cousin before finishing the task and washing each strong leg in turn.  Now Brigid wasn’t sure what to do, she only knew what she wanted to do.  The soap rinsed cleaned from him she dropped the puff and reached out to grab hold of that hypnotizingly large and hard cock with both hands.  Above her he let out a deep sigh, she wasn’t sure what it meant whether was she was doing was good or bad but it didn’t sound painful so that was good.  She wanted to taste him, wanted that throbbing pulsing hard piece of flesh in her mouth and to wrap her tongue around it.  Again she was unsure and she looked up at him from her place on the shower floor.

“So long as you don’t bite me you can’t get it wrong.  Just do what you want and don’t worry about anything else.”

No biting. Good idea.  One hand on his shaft and the other wrapped around the back of his thigh to help keep herself steady Brigid took him into her mouth and tried not to choke.  He let out another sigh and this time it was accompanied by a moan and the flat of his hand grasping for the shower wall. This time it not only didn’t sound painful but sounded pleasure filled.

Wolfgar had already three women in complete and one blow job today; that being from Amy, of course. Having already been with Athena and not wanting to tip his hand to Lilly he didn’t let her go down on him and Athena would never dream of doing something so dastardly as putting a man’s cock into her mouth to begin with.  Although, prissy little princess that she was, Athena would happily lay there for hours if he let her while he worked his tongue and fingers between her legs. 

Brigid was altogether inexperienced and lacking in confidence but she showed great potential in this area.  All he wanted to do was grab the back of her head and use her like a cheap whore but he mustn’t do that with this one and it took a great amount of effort to retain control over his baser instincts.  Inexperienced she may be but she was very eager to please and soon he felt the familiar fire growing in the flat of his well-toned stomach, he didn’t want to turn her off or frighten or even repulse her by cumming in her mouth besides he’d rather watch himself spew all over that lovely face of hers.  “Brig,” he moaned and tried to move away, “Brig,”

Brigid opened her eyes and looked up. Should she stop? Was she hurting him? Doing something wrong?  She didn’t think so by the way he was breathing or the look on his face.  Then the hard cock in her mouth grew even harder until it felt like steel, it pulsed strongly and he gritted his teeth as he let out a low growl. 

“Oh, God, Brig.”

Hot salty cum shot down her throat.  While the taste wasn’t exactly pleasant she didn’t stop and in fact felt a bit proud of herself for having had such a successful first run.

When the strength returned to his legs, Wolfgar hauled her to her feet, pushed her against the far wall and kissed her long and deep.  “I want you.” He whispered. “Now.”  Without bothering to shut off the water he scooped her up in his arms and took her to the bed.  Both of them naked and soaking wet he laid down on top of her. “Don’t move, ok?  You just lay there, I got it from here.”

A few hours later with every orifice in Brigid Jackson now having had a man within, Wolfgar rose from the bed with the remnants of Brigid’s newly perforated hymen drying on his flaccid cock.  “I gotta go,” he said and leaned over to kiss her. She’d been a real tigress  once he got her going and he couldn’t wait to experience her again.

“Can’t you stay a little while longer?”

Women, they always wanted you to hang around and hold them or talk or something after sex.  What the hell was up with that? Why couldn’t they all be like Amy who’d just as soon boot your ass out the door.

“It’s almost bed check I gotta get back to my dorm. You know what a pain in the ass they are about that stuff.” He explained easily.

“You could tell them you got stuck somewhere and just spend the night here with me.”

 “I can’t, sweetheart, I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Christmas is coming up, come visit me for a few days?” Brigid asked in a small almost pleading voice.  Watching him rise and dress she feared she’d made a terrible mistake but what pleasure it had brought.

“If I can.”

“I’ll send you a ticket.” She encouraged. “My treat.”

“No, it was definitely my treat.” He countered and sat on the bed. “You ok?”

“Sure.” She said but didn’t hold his gaze. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Brig.” He whispered.  “In fact you did everything just right.”  And she did.  Sweet Little Brigid Jackson was well on her way to being a bone fide nymphomaniac.  On that she and Amy were very much alike. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”  He laid his big hand over her lower abdomen.

“Aches a little.” Brigid confessed still without looking at him. Truth was it ached a lot and she didn’t know how she was going to get out of bed and walk across the floor to the bathroom which she was beginning to realize she needed to use. “I’ll see you after break when I get back?”

“Can’t wait.”  He kissed her again and brought the blankets around her. “Have a good time with your family. See you soon, Brig.”

That was it. He walked out of the bedroom door and soon she heard the front door open and close.  Hearing it click and knowing he was gone she’d never felt so alone in her whole life.

Sweet as all the Jackson girls were there was still one more to visit tonight or well this morning by now.  Wolfgar disappeared from the hallway of Brigid’s apartment building and reappeared at the St. Jude Preparatory School.

“Hi, Kiki.”

Colleen Jackson, daughter of Annie and Nicholas, had been wandering from St. Joseph Hall to St. Mary Auditorium where her 9^th grade class was having an assembly when she heard the familiar voice. “Hey!” She said turning around. “Pete!  How are you?”

Kiki was just as sweet as her Cousins even if she was somewhat younger than them.  In a few years that would change and he couldn’t wait.  Possibly he wouldn’t wait much longer, after all she was only two years younger than him, chronologically speaking, and she was just starting to realize her own sexuality. He was more than happy to help her along on that road but Kiki’s virtue was safe for today as Wolfgar’s lust was well slaked and his seed well planted in four Jackson girls, it was only a matter of time until that fact began to show itself.  No, his relationship with Kiki was more innocent even if it was a bit flirtatious.  As with her brother, Danny, Wolfgar had wormed his way into their lives by posing as janitor at their respective schools.  Unlike Danny for whom Wolfgar had no use and was already well on his way to getting rid of, Kiki did have her uses. Daddy’s Little Girl always did, didn’t she?  Besides, he really liked the way she looked in her little schoolgirl uniform with its short skirt and long socks.

“Walk you to the auditorium?”

“Sure.” The young girl agreed happy for the company on the rather long walk.  All of the other janitors and most of the faculty and staff here were geeks in robes but not Pete. Pete was cool.  He smoked out behind the St. Peter building when he thought no one was looking and never hesitated to make cracks about the nuns and lay people at the facility.

“Ready for the Christmas break?” ‘Pete’ asked as they walked across the lush campus.

“Yep, be glad to get outta this place.” She agreed readily.

“I bet.  Got any special plans?”  It didn’t appear that Kiki was going home early to join the rest of her family. Then again at her age that would require parental consent and with her father trapped on some distant planet and her mother to pissed off at her father to bother with either of her kids very much that wasn’t likely to happen. Ah, Annie, he was almost ready to get to her.  If Nicholas only knew she’d started a tenuous relationship with the physical therapist, Randy, he’d have a right fit even if they hadn’t gone all the way yet.  But he didn’t know and Wolfgar would use that and his shape shifting abilities to his best possible advantage on that score. Wolfgar wasn’t sure how far Annie had let Randy get with her but he was almost positive she hadn’t yet crossed the line but instead was heavily flirting with it.  That would change soon.

“Nah, same old stuff, how ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, same old stuff.” He agreed.  Kiki didn’t seem worried about her family and he thought perhaps because of her age the family might be keeping information from her.  “How’s the family?”

“Ok, I guess. Haven’t heard from Mom much lately and Dad’s off on some planet.”  She said as though it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

No, it seemed she had no idea that her Father was actually stranded on some far off planet.  That meant she had no idea of the dangers lurking around her.  Ah, that Jackson family, they always wanted to protect their kids.  When would they learn that was damn near impossible even if you were a God. “And your brother?” While the older Jackson children were all leaving school more than a week early to go and be with Calla, Kiki was staying here.

“He’s not feeling so good, he’s got some bug or something.” She shrugged her shoulders and shifted her books to the other arm.

“Here, let me take those for you.” ‘Pete’ took the load of heavy books, tucked them under his brawny arm as though they didn’t weigh anything at all.  “I hope he feels better soon. What’s wrong with him?”

“I dunno but I’m sure he’ll be fine by Christmas, he just wants to get out of school, that’s all.” She tittered.  “Are you going to the school Christmas party tomorrow?”

“Oh, probably not.”  Yeah, it wouldn’t do to have him show up there when he didn’t actually work at the school. “I got some of my own family stuff to tend to.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. 

“Why?”

“Well, I got a gift for you and I wanted to give it to you then.”

‘Pete’ stopped in his tracks.  “You’ve got a gift? For me? Why would you do that, Kiki?”

“’Cause it’s Christmas and I like you. You’re always nice to me. I can always count on you to be there to open my locker when it gets jammed.”  She cracked and tried to sound casual. The truth was the teenage girl had a big crush on the school janitor and she saved her pennies and bought him a bottle of rather expensive cologne that she hoped to smell on him one day soon.

“Thanks, Kiki, you’re a sweet kid.” ‘Pete’ complimented and began walking again.  The auditorium was well within sight now.  “Tell ya what, since I can’t make the party, how about if I come around after dinner, before bed check and you can give it to me then?”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

“That’d be great!”  Kiki beamed up at him with deep brown eyes as her blonde hair blew in the early winter breeze.

“Ok then, it’s a date.” He winked at her. “I might have something for you too.”

“Oh yeah?”  She was intrigued but thought it was possible he was just playing with her. Pete was much older than she was, surely he didn’t have any interest in someone her age.  “Why?”

“’Cause it’s Christmas and I like you. I can always count on you to jam your locker and need me to open it.”

At first she was insulted but then Kiki got the joke and she laughed right out loud. “Ok, funny. I got it.” She said and the bell began to ring.  “See ya later, Pete.” Kiki took her books back from him and dashed off toward the auditorium to be inside before the ring sounded.

“See ya, Kiki.”

End of Chapter Forty-Four of
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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