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Barters N Garters Library When you make love, do you look in the mirror? Chapter Thirteen Forty minutes gave Daniel time alone with her and to jump into the shower. He was filthy and so was she and Calla detested making love if she were unclean. The last thing Daniel wanted or that she needed was for that puritanical notion—and ones like it—to interfere with the coming evening. Sa’Tan. Nice work if you could get it and Daniel did have it before he traded it in for Husband. “What’s going on?” Calla asked. It hadn’t been five minutes and already her voice was a little weaker than it had been when she first woke up. ‘Listen to me,” he sat down on their bed and held her hand. “I know I swore—repeatedly—that I would never ever bring someone else into our bed.” At his words her eyes grew wide and she recoiled from his touch. “I love you, I will always love you, swear I’m not trying to punish you or hurt you. You haven’t done anything wrong.” “Then why?” “Because you’re sick and I love you and I never want to lose you. You were right, Kitty, right to try and trust David. He must care for you very much.” Wasn’t that just the last thing on Earth Daniel wanted to admit? You bet your ass it was. “It’ll be ok, I promise.” “No.” “Yes.” Daniel countered and with a heavy heart was aware that he had to pull rank on her. “I know what’s best for you. I want you to do this; you will do this for me.” Fear flashed in her eyes and he held her small hand to her lips. “I love you.” “Please don’t make me….” She replied in a thin voice. “I’ll be good.” “You’re always good.” His lips brushed against the cold fingers in his hand. “It won’t be like the dream or like…not...like…” Daniel had to force some thing from his lips, “not like…Before…..it won’t be like that, I swear.” Daniel had only the slightest details about the group sex she’d engaged in with Kanan but it was more than enough to make him want to scream. “You’re sick...” Before he could finish, those cold fingers relaxes and almost slipped away from him. She was out again. So much for taking her in the shower with him. Pulling the covers up under her chin and kissing her cheek Daniel quickly ran into the master bathroom where he showered so that he’d be presentable for the evening. Upon exiting the steamy bathroom he had with him a hot soapy rag with which to wash her. If he knew his brother and he should because he knew himself pretty well, David was going to want a taste of that. Daniel couldn’t blame him in the slightest. Bringing everything down to the most basic and most primal levels there was a strong appeal in what was about to happen as much as Daniel wanted to dismiss it as he cleansed the smooth hairless spot between her legs it was useless to deny the fact that he was a man and that for better or worse certain things appealed to him. Tonight they could be indulged without guilt. Someone was knocking on the front door. David took in the sight of his brother in the blue robe and his hair slicked back. “Aw, now yew didn’t have purty up for me, Danny.” He cracked with twinkling eyes and a wide grin. “Oh for Christ sake!” Daniel mumbled rolling his eyes. “Just because you’re getting your way tonight don’t think it’s ever going to happen again.” Daniel warned. “This isn’t so you can get your kicks it’s only because….” “Callie’s sick, I git it, Danny. An’ ah, as fer me gettin’ my kicks? This ain’t exactly wot I had in mind when I done brought the subject up to you. An, ya know, baby brother, don’t stand and there tell me every part a’ yew is just disgusted by this cuz I know bett’a.” David laughed and shook his head. “Yew got condoms?” It was Daniel’s turn to laugh. “You still don’t get it. No condoms, big brother. It would defeat the purpose of what we’re supposed to…give her….this evening.” David was under the mistaken impression that three of them in extremely close proximity was what they were going for tonight. That wasn’t it. Spunk. That was the goal of the night. To give her as much of it as they could. Not a big problem. “Wot if she gets pregnant? Yew won’t let me tell Nic…..” “Shut up.” Daniel threatened backing David against the wall at the base of the stairs. “We’ve been over that.” Calla was a very fertile woman and she had the penchant for getting pregnant at the worst times. “Any baby she has is mine; so long as she’s my Wife, it’s my child. I don’t want to hear any different from you…ever.” “Wot-ev’a yew say, Danny.” David shoved Daniel away and started up the stairs. No need for anyone to tell him where she was, she was in the bedroom she shared with her Husband and in the bed said Husband made love to her in. Callie was in the one place in whole wide world where she felt safest and most loved. Daniel yanked him by the arm and turned him around on the stairs. “I’d rather see you hang than let you in there with her. Believe me Davy, if there was any other way…” “Yew wanna know wot I think?” David walked down two steps toward his brother. “I think if’n I walked out dat door right now,” he pointed past their heads and to the front door below, “yew’d chase aft’a me. More’n dat, I think, yew’d get down on your knees, right here, right now, and suck my dick if I threatened to leave.” Daniel was shocked by his brother’s words but that was mostly because they were true. He would do anything to save her and to not have to spend his life—not spend of all of Eternity—wandering the Earth and the Stars alone. So instead of arguing he just stood there dumbfounded at the lengths he would go to for her and realizing she’d gone to the same for him already. The question now was whether or not they could stand each other long enough and if, once she woke up, they could get her to be calm, quiet and go along with them? “You make one false move and I’ll rip your head off.” Daniel threatened. Years he’d waited for this. Years he’d watched from the Underworld while Danny made love to her wanting nothing more than an equal chance and now, after, twenty years in hell it was laid in his lap, David had no intention of turning it away. “Yew still da Master, no matt’a wot, a’ight?” “Just shut up. Don’t say anything else…a’ight?” Daniel said and opened the bedroom door. She was asleep in the middle of the bed. Daniel got into the bed next to her before his brother. From under the covers he tossed off the blue robe he’d been wearing and dropped it to the floor and brought her in close to him. “I love you. I know I said I would never ask you to do this…I’m sorry Kitty but things are different now.” As before her head was tucked beneath his chin, quietly she began to whimper. “She is the most precious thing in my life, I swear to God if you step out of line…” “I know she is, Danny,” David returned in a tight jealous tone. “Don’t yew think I know that? Why kain't yew see dat she’s the same for me?” Next to the bed David stripped off his clothes but this time he didn’t stop at the waist. After the sweater his blue jeans hit the floor and David was going commando this evening. Naked by the bed and looking down at the man who was his double and the auburn haired woman in his arms David did something he didn’t expect. Realizing that he was having second thoughts, David Jackson froze. He’d done this on several occasions. Since Danny’s dream right on up to this very second had been telling himself it was no big deal and if it happened he’d tear her up like he did to the other women. Now the opportunity to do just that was in the palms of his hands he didn’t know what to do with it. David didn’t always have to hunt and stalk a woman before getting his way. No, he was good looking and he got his share of willing partners. Back at the Crow’s Nest where he used to get drunk and shoot pool there were lots of barflies and if you and a buddy should be so lucky as to catch one of them in dry spell anything was apt to happen and often did. But Callie was different, she wasn’t one of those damn three-drink-whores, and he couldn’t deny that any longer. David wanted her, oh no, not to tear up and twist however he saw fit. Not like that. Never like that with her ever again. Never. If he had to have Danny in the bed at the same time to achieve that end well then so-be-it, “I ain’t gunna hurt her.” He mumbled. “So stop lookin’ at me like dat.” But the sounds she was making, so pitiful, small and bleating it was hard to turn away from and keep his mind on the work at hand no matter how pleasurable it was about to be. She was just laying there helpless, why the two of them could do anything and get away with it. Yep, they could just reach out and tear her up. Hard cock and all David pulled back the covers and slid in next to them. “Yew know this is right, Danny, so don’t fight it” he encouraged. “Yeah, you’re getting what you want, right?” Maybe that was true and maybe it wasn’t Daniel didn’t know anymore. “So are yew. Yew want your Wife don’cha? Alive. Happy. Healthy.” David asked. “Why does it surprise yew so much, baby brother, ta think that jus’ mab-be I want the same thing?” That was the bare bones truth and whether or not Danny liked it didn’t matter to David as he lay in Danny’s marital bed with Danny and his pretty wife who was naked and freshly washed between them. David’s hardening cock began to twitch and whisper it wanted relief. “Maybe I’m still having a problem believing you have a heart.” The look in Davy’s eye, that cold little sparkle sent a chill skipping down Daniel’s spine. Davy was just itching to start but the last thing Daniel wanted—if this absolutely positively just had to happen—was for David to dive into without Calla being ready first. “Just lay there for a while and be quiet.” He said tersely still trying to come to grips with what was about to happen. “Put you arms around her. This isn’t going anywhere until she wakes up. Understand?” “Ah-huh.” As far David could see that was a good call on Danny’s’ part, start things off slow but that wasn’t all. “Mab-be yur afraid of the fact that yew want ta do this, huh, Danny?” David watched as Daniel started to say something. “Don’t lie ta me, look at me, yew see me? Yew see yew, don’cha? So don’t lie ta me. Yew ain’t so refined, now are ya? N’ dat’s a’ight, Danny, ya ain’t gots ta be prim n proper all the time.” Just like in the infirmary David laid against her back while Daniel held his body close to her front. David’s hard cock was in a most uncomfortable position so he reached down beneath the covers to adjust himself, as his hand slid down past and over her ass between them Callie let out a little moan. David knew how that motion looked to his brother he didn’t need that hot flash of anger to go past in Daniel’s eyes. “I didn’t do nuttin’.” This was Danny’s woman and he best not be forgettin’ dat li’l fact. “Yew gonna grab my hand or not? Let’s git this thing goin’.” “I hate you.” Daniel whispered for the second time. “After this I am going to give your money….” “I don’t want yer money, Danny, yew keep it. Dun worry none, I’ll still git outta yer hair.” No more conversation David reached out and grabbed Daniel by the upper arm. The blue energy was instantaneous. “This has got ta be the damndest thing in the whole darn world.” David gave a half smile as he stared at the light which started dim and then grew brighter and brighter the longer the three of them touched until it was zooming around in a never-ending circuit and Calla started to move again. Cold, she was so fucking cold and weak that she didn’t have enough energy to shiver in an attempt to keep warm. Now there was heat and her body was warming once more. There were voices familiar and very close as they whispered to each other. Where am I? The infirmary, I was in the infirmary. But the softness below her felt more like her own bed than the hospital cot. The covers surrounding her more like her own blankets than the flimsy flannel sheet they’d given her. Up, up, up through the many levels of consciousness Calla rose until soon she felt the electricity in the air and the blissful heat surrounding her sinking into her very bones and bringing her back to life. With a shudder and shake Calla’s eyes fluttered open and the first sight she beheld was a very welcome one; Daniel’s bare chest against her cheek. “Hmmmm,” she sighed, “I love you.” “I love you too, Kitty.” He mumbled knowing she wasn’t fully awake yet. Wanting to nothing more than sink back into the black abyss of unconsciousness to wrapped in its silky embrace and be warm next to Daniel was all she wanted but still, no, it was up, up, up, she continued to climb until she realized they were not alone in their bed. “No.” Calla’s weak arms pushed against Daniel’s chest and she tried to get away. “We’ve already discussed this.” Daniel said in a soft voice and was glad she could not see his face and angered that he face he was staring into was his own and yet not. “David and I are going to make you strong again. You’ve been weak a long time.” A very long time. “Since last summer, at least, huh? Since Hartley, haven’t you? He took so much from you, I know.” If he ever got his hands on that son of a bitch—and he just might since he was returning to the Underworld for a short period of time in the very near future—Andre Fucking Hartley better start praying to whatever God he believed in because Daniel was concerned that little bastard got off way too easy. “I know you’re scared, I won’t let him hurt you.” Still she struggled as best she could to pull away but he held her fast and firm. “We won’t hurt you, I promise. Will we, Davy?” The silence which ensued was deafening. On the drive over here he’d gone over this night a hundred times, what he was going to do, what he was going to say and how he would handle himself. Now none of that rehearsed material mattered. His blue eyes focused on the back of her head while his arms found their way around her he drew in a deep breath of her scent. “I love yew, too Callie,” he whispered finally, “I ain’t gonna hurt yew, gurl.” Now he looked over at his brother and suddenly was aware of another, perhaps deeper, fear Callie had. “If’n he gets sore about it later, yew come ‘n tell me. I’ll kick his ass. You understand me, gurl? It don’t go beyond the three of us, it never leaves this room.” There was more than that bothering her and now that this incredible blue light was coming from them, circling around and penetrating them, David found he could see what she was thinking. Twenty years was a long time. Twenty years in Tartarus was even longer and in that time David Jackson had occasion to sit and talk with a large, well built and rather ruggedly handsome dark skinned man by the name of Naganti Kanan. So when she started to cry and beg Daniel… “Co, Say’tak, Naganti Daniel! Say’tak! Nache! Ka’nok re, David! Ginan huk, sete!Ginan wok say-wah-ten-nay-ho. Ten-ay-ho. Kume. Kume.” (No, mercy, Master Daniel. Mercy. Don’t let David touch me. Let me go. Forgive me. I will be good. So very good. I promise. I promise.) Between the Brothers Jackson she wriggled and struggled for freedom but they held onto her and would not let her go her cries for mercy became sobs of fear. Oh dear god, I can’t do this. Daniel relaxed his hold and started letting her go… “Cohanzen gin hyuk sete! ” David said in a strong voice but the look in his eyes said his stomach was weak. “Gin ey say’tak, gin ey, nache. Gin say-wah-ten-nay--ho, hei. Ten-ay-ho, hei.” (Never will I let you go! But… I give you forgiveness. I give you mercy. I know you are good, yes, so very good, yes.) Between them her body tightened but she stopped fighting so hard. Disbelief in the air and on his face Daniel pulled her closer rather than releasing. What? He mouthed over her head. Where? David just shook his head dismissing his brother for the moment. For many years David and Kanan swapped stories and laughed and relived the Glory Days—well that was after David got Kanan to realize he wasn’t Daniel. The fact that there were two of them often made Naganti Kanan roar with laughter. In this respect David Jackson had the dubious advantage of knowing the gory details of her life with Kanan whereas her Husband, Daniel Jackson, only knew the things she was willing to share and that wasn’t much and she only gave it out in very small doses. “Ole’ Kanan, he was so proud of himself and the things he’d done ta yew.” David knew just about everything with regard to the years she’d spent with her old master. Kanan loved to talk and most days you couldn’t shut his royal highness up. Some of the stories Kanan told were funny, well if you weren’t Callie they were funny. Most of them were brutal and violent and consisted of nothing more than Kanan finding new and interesting ways to make her life miserable, to put and keep her down. The big man had an enormous amount of fun doing just that, in fact, he often did things purely for the entertainment value they offered. Like his missing ring and the twenty-five men he forced her to take on because of it. Twenty-five big brawny men on one woman was one hell of a price to pay for a man to get his kicks, especially when that woman was so small and scared. Kanan loved to tell about that night, it was one of his all-time favorite tales to tell and he never embellished it, not once. Then again he didn’t have to, the story was pretty fucking colorful all on its own. Truth be told, at first David was jealous of Kanan and all of his stories about Calla, all the times he’d had her and everything he’d done to her. Then one day that went away and he found that he was seething over it instead. On that day, David failed to see the humor in bending and twisting his sister in-law. Failed to understand the cold smile on Kanan’s face as he talked about how he’d perverted her and the humiliating things he’d forced her to do. Time and again he bent and twisted her with only one goal; breaking her. Callie was strong and she didn’t surrender she didn’t break. Here and there she cracked, who wouldn’t? But she didn’t break. You just had to admire such tenacity in the face of such adversity. So when his chance finally came, David was only to happy to help her get out of the Underworld and to snatch her away from Kanan’s eternal grasp leaving that son of a bitch empty handed. “I know yew didn’t steal nuttin’ from that rotten bastard, did’ja, Callie? No, not you, you’re such a gud gurl.” He only thought about it for a split second but it was time she knew the truth. “Kanan knew it too. He knew where that ring was.” “Co.” She whimpered. “Hei.” David returned and said his next words as gently as he could. “He never lost it Callie, he hid it from you so’s you couldn’t find it and show him you were innocent.” “I know wot I done to yew, I am so sorry and I know, I kain’t make up fer that, Callie. I kain’t ever make it right but Danny’s here he’ll keep me in my place, don’t worry, gurl. No pain. No guilt. No retribution. It’s not about non a’ that.” Moving away from her and reaching between the mattress and box spring David fished around for something important and came back with her copy of Session 9. David rolled back and put the dvd case in front of her face. “See dat? After ta’night, I promise, yew won’t need dat no’more.” Was that even possible? What would she do without that movie to remind her of who and what she was? “Daniel?” Instead of trying to pull away she just looked up at him with tears in her eyes looking for his reassurance. “You’re safe, it’s ok. Don’t be afraid, I won’t…be sore about it later.” Daniel hoped that was enough to convince her to say yes. In a very strange way, he found that it was good that David knew all he did about Kanan and the things he’d done to her. In some odd way it made him more confident of what he was about to say. “I want you to feel good, I want this to bring you so high…” he smiled down at her and ran the flat of his over her breasts to rest it in the space between and over her runaway heart. “Want it ta feel for good for all’a us, Callie.” David’s hand began stroking her back. Sparks of blue light flitted from his finger tips finding their way into her until his hand glowed with and it made a trail following his palm and everywhere he touched her was ignited with blue energy. “We both love you, no one here wants to hurt you.” Stuck between them she couldn’t see their faces anymore, which was probably just as well since they were staring at each other, face to face, breathing the same air before they shared the same woman. Two days ago, if someone walked up to Daniel and said ‘you’re going to do this’ he would have laughed and said they were crazy that he would never allow another man into his marital bed or to touch his wife. Now it felt so right he couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t want to do this. Watching the light between David’s hand—the one that matched the color of his eyes—seeing how it penetrated her and then looking down at his hands to see the same sight. It was titillating to say the least and it was about to get some much better Daniel thought he might explode before they went any further. “Do you want to taste her?” “Yeah, I do.” David started descending below the covers but she curled up in a little ball and huddled close to Daniel. “Co,” she whimpered “Hei,” Daniel countered, “you will let him do this.” “Co,” she whispered again as she tried to pull away. “Hei, maen!” Please don’t make me make you do this. Please don’t do that, Kitty. Just before he could actually order her to lay still another, simpler, thought came to him; “I washed you. You’re not unclean.” Daniel whispered in her ear. “Just lay still.” “I am not being punished?” At her words David stopped and waited for Daniel to answer her. What did Nick say? That in another place or another time his Mother would have many Lovers and all of them would be Olympians and not mere Mortal men. Even though Daniel consumed the Red Ambrosia he knew he’d never be accepted by the Olympians as an Immortal, as one of them. The best he could hope for was to keep his Family intact throughout Time. Daniel couldn’t think of a better goal than that. “No, Kitty. Not punished. Praised. Worshipped the way a Goddess should be. Tonight, Mistress, we’re nothing more than your servants.” He smiled down at her and brushed the strands of gray hair away from her eyes. “We want nothing more than to pleasure you and make you strong. We don’t want to Take, we want to Give.” Since she wasn’t looking at him, David wasn’t afraid to show his approval of Daniel’s statement with a quick thumbs up and a wink. So long he’d watch Danny do this to her while remembering how she tasted but not being able to taste her himself. Remembering the incredible softness of her skin while Danny’s hands ran wild over but he remained alone and not able to touch. Not tonight. Tonight he was going to have his memory refreshed in a very meaningful and delightful way. Just like Danny said, they would worship and pleasure her and by the time it was over his would be cock drenched with her cum—with any luck at all--repeatedly. “You can trust us, Calla, we’ll keep each other in check.” Daniel promised as his lips came down and covered hers. “We’re going to make you feel so good. Fly so high you’ll never want to come down. Don’t be afraid.” The tight little ball she was crunched into relaxed and when David gently pulled on her legs they came down easily, she turned onto her back and then. They didn’t open. Oh. Right. “I love you.” Daniel and David said in unison. The gates to heaven opened wide. Daniel’s lips descended over the trembling lips just below those damn green orbs he’d been staring into. David’s covered the waiting quivering set below her thighs. There was no turning back. 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Thy Brother's Wife
Parts 1 & 2 Combined
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling
Who do you think of?
Does he look like me?
Do you tell lies?
And say that it's forever?
Do you think twice, or just touch and see
When you're alone, do you let go?
Are you wild and willin or is it just for show?
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
Love Bites
Def Leppard
Thy Brother's Wife
by
Moon Mistress
Continue to Chapter Fourteen