Chapter Three

It's my private pleasure
Midnight fantasy
Someone to share my
Wildest dreams with me
Imaginary lover
You're mine anytime
Imaginary lover, oh yeah
Imaginary Lover
Atlanta Rythm Section

Greenbrier, Colorado

Like his Father Nicholas too was awake with his wife in laying in his arms. Sweet Annie, he never anted to come that close to losing her again. Most remarkable of all, she didn’t remember any of it. As far as Annie knew there had been a big commotion and strange people came through the Stargate, they stormed the base and killed everyone they came across but that was it. According to Annie she hid with Lilly in a locker until it as all over. She heard what was going on but could only see it through the slats so she didn’t now very much. Annie didn’t know who Eros was nor could she that she’d ever seen him.

The next chance he got Nicholas fully intended to get down on his knees and thank the Gods for that gift. His little Annie was still pure and sweet, she wouldn’t be burdened by what happened to her. He supposed that when his Great-Grandfather came back around again he’d have to say a big ‘thank you’ to him, the biggest ‘thank you’. It was Zeus who brought Annie and Lilly back to them.

Another fortunate thing was that the house was in good shape. It was far off the beaten path so no one ransacked it but it was clear that the area had fallen victim to an aerial assault. The roads and land were pitted with the scars. The house was a mess inside, the explosions knocked things off the walls and blew out some windows. All in all they came through all right. Almost unscathed, would be if he was still expecting a baby Brother.

Instead of a new baby Brother he and Cole got a new Uncle….two of them actually but one didn’t last so long and the other, greasy black hearted little prick that he was, was sleeping under this very roof. He thought himself so brave and grown up for facing the fact that David was probably his Father. Nicholas became so wrapped up in that idea and the fact that this had been kept from him that he never stopped to think why. He most certainly didn’t stop to think when he opened his big fat mouth and pressed the issue with his Mother this last time. All he wanted her to do---for months now!—was admit it, just admit it. In his mind he thought what harm could there be? It wasn’t like he came up on her in a dark alley, beat her up, ripped her clothes off and raped her. No, Uncle David tricked her and that was a very bad thing there was no doubt about that in his mind but the saw those…..encounters….she had with him. Maybe David wasn’t as nice about it as Daniel was, maybe he take his time and do it the way she really liked it but she didn’t tell David to stop either so she must have liked what he was doing. Why else would she let him keep going?

Well that was what he thought before he met Uncle David and before he pushed Calla so far on the issue. The way David looked at her, he didn’t even try to hide the lust in his eyes. At least when Nicholas felt that way about her he had the decency to look away but not David, he just stared harder at her like Umpa some times did when he thought no one was looking.

“Where are you going?” Annie asked in a sleepy voice as he slipped out of the bed.

“I just wanna check the house.” Nick told her. He and Annie were sleeping not in their bed in the basement but in the guest room on the second floor which was closer to Colleen and Lilly and further from where David was supposed to be sleeping in the basement.

“I don’t hear anything.” She said with a smile beckoning him back to bed with her open arms. “If you’re so awake then you can come back here and make love to me.”

“In a minute.” He said a lilt raising his voice to devilish. “I just wanna be sure. I’ll be right back.” Nick tied the sash on the crimson robe around his waist and shut the door tightly behind him. The hall was quiet no sounds and no lights. He stopped outside Colleen’s room and used his mind to peek inside. Nick grinned, she was fast asleep with Lilly in her arms.

Glancing down the hall Nick thought he saw the door to his parents’ room was partly closed but that wasn’t right, it was open when he and Annie came up the stairs tonight and Colleen and Lilly were asleep up here before that. Slowly and quietly Nicholas made his way down the hall. Was he hearing someone? There was only one other someone in the house and he was supposed to be down in the basement far away from the rest of them.

**

Davy originally came up to Danny and Callie’s bedroom out of nothing more than a burning curiosity to see the room with his own two eyes rather than with Daniels’. So many nights he’d looked out through Danny’s eyes to see her below him or above him or on the side of him, listen to moan and coo, tell Danny how much she loved him and wanted him never to stop making love to her. Boy, I-tell-yew-wot, if he’d had a pair of balls well they woulda made that sum’bitch prick of his hard’r an’ nails. But unfortunately for Davy, at the time he lacked said set of stones. Fortunately that was no longer a problem. Way deep down underneath it all David Jackson was hoping to get at least one more piece of that fine redhead who married his brother.

The bed was empty and unmade. Callie’s nightgown was on the floor next to it probably because that’s where it landed the last time Danny took it off her. David bent down, retrieved it from the floor and held the slate blue silk against his cheek. So soft, it was almost as soft as he remembered her skin feeling beneath his hand. Almost. Burying his face into the sensual material, David drew in a deep breath to get a swirling headful of her scent and the prick which could only tingle before now roared to life. “Oh, Callie,” he whispered to the darkness. Now unless he missed his guess in that top dresser drawer way in the back tucked away under some old thermal shirts was a manila envelope of black and white photographs. Gently laying the floor length nightgown over his shoulder David crept to the dresser and quietly slid open the drawer. His heart started to race while a fine bead of sweat broke out on his upper lip. Hands shuffling around they skipped over lacy underwear, satiny bras, silk stockings, teddies. All very silky. All very satiny. All very lacy and erotic. None what he was looking for and then finally…

Victory.

David felt the outline and thickness of a large manila envelope under his hand. On top of the dresser were several bottles of lotion and moisturizer. He settled on marked Nature’s Reward All Natural Almond Body Lotion—Alcohol Free said the label which was always a plus in such situations.

The moonlight streaming through the French doors leading out to the deck was extremely mood-setting. Already barefoot David took another whiff of the nightgown and undid his pants and let them drop to the bedroom floor. Tossing the envelope, lotion and nightgown on to the unmade bed while he peeled off his shirt and then fluffing and then pulling back the messed-up covers Davy crawled inside. Danny was an idiot to let him this close to her, why didn’t Danny see that? Davy didn’t know and right now he didn’t care. Inside the envelope were the photographs Tom Dyer took of Callie and David slid them into his hand. Shuffling through the photographs by the light of the moon with one hand while stoking his cock with the other Davy slowly drank in every curve of her petite frame and every shadow.

To his great disgust and dismay, even in the dim silvery moonlight, the bruises on Callie’s little body stood out in stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Danny didn’t do that. No way. All those years ago she had all those scars running across her lower back, between her thighs and even on her insides. Davy was just as positive then as he was now that Danny was not responsible. Sum’un been at her but gud.

Then again, in some of these pictures her skin was perfect just like the rest of her. Of course in those photographs the big black man wasn’t anywhere to be seen. It was those photographs, the ones in which she was alone and perfect, that Davy chose to scatter across the bed where he could see them. Easing back into the pillows he laid the nightgown across his bare chest, brushed it over his skin while he gazed at the photos, the scent of her rising to him like freshly baked bread, warm and gently hypnotic…like home….like her.

A few pumps of the handle and the sweetly scented lotion filled the palm of his hand then eased its way across his hard throbbing cock. There she was all around him, staring up at him from the bed, while he stroked off.

Laying naked on her back, all that beautiful auburn hair sprawling out around her like some exotic Oriental fan. Pert little breasts reaching up for the sky. Sly little smile on her face.

She gazed at him from over her shoulder while she crouched down on her haunches. Firm thighs spread apart revealing what waited between. Soft tendrils of hair cascading from the top of her head tickled the glistening wet spot between her legs, the one which kept drawing his eye back time and again.

“Callie,” David whispered in a lust filled voice. “Callie.” That light bead of sweat on his upper lip dripped across his lips and into his mouth bringing with it a salty tang. It was just about twenty years since he had a body of his own never mind one that was fully-functional. That was a very long time to go without the companionship of a beautiful woman like Calla or your own for that matter.

With his eyes closed and his body lost in the heat all of David’s senses sparked to life. He remembered the way she smelled, the way she tasted, that taste haunted him hour after hour in Tarturs. Over and over it was there but not there making a forgotten part of him tingle and twitch but yet it laid still, limp and useless.

No more.

The forthcoming orgasm would not be held back and it was the last thing he wanted to do anyway. One hand pressing the silk nightgown across his bare skin, the knuckles there bending and flexing griping the fragile material as hard he could. The velvety material beneath his nose emitted the aroma of her perfume and the sex she had with Danny, the lotion on his hard cock released a divine scent into the air. Callie’s scent the one he could never seem to get out of his head. The one he never wanted to forget or to stop smelling.

David’s other hand wasn’t just yanking on his hard shaft, no, he was gripping and pumping the hard cock between his legs with a viscous passion. Each stroke was bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy. The mind is a powerful thing and in David’s mind she was as clear and as real as though she were right there with him. His cock throbbed and pulsed like he was all up inside her, pushing and thrusting while she moaned with pleasure below him. David felt it plain as day, his hot wanton cock sliding in and out of her. All around him she smiled up from the black and whites, her eyes telling him how much she wanted him. She did want him—she must!-- why else would Callie say that he could stay? All these years maybe the animal in him gave her something Danny couldn’t. Something she longed for but never told him about.

So many years wasted! Looking out through Danny’s eyes and not being able to enjoy all that she offered him. Only being able to WATCH but not FEEL. It was SHEER HELL. It was fucking TORTURE…then again that was what hell was all about….torturing you forever with the one thing you wanted most? Watching it brilliantly vibrantly dancing, dangling, just out of your reach but never—not for one single second!-- out of your sight or your sense of smell, oh Gods forbid! Not out of earshot! Oh never out of ear shot, he always heard her in his head, that soft whisper, calling him Danny’s name.

With more and more fervor, the fever in him pitching, yawling and growing past crescendo and begging relief….

At that wickedly lovely thought the fire in David’s belly exploded into a three alarm blaze while David’s legs tightened hip to toe. The load that spewed forth felt was though it emanated from the depths of the Earth, no from the depths of Hades—so damn deep David didn’t think it was ever going to stop. The harder he gripped, the more he pumped and jerked the deeper she stared at him from those black and whites. The more he heard her voice in his head saying his name, cumming for him, telling him how much she wanted him.

The harder and the more he came. David’s hard and long unused cock just kept ushering the load of semen onto the pale green cotton sheets of Callie and Danny’s bed. So hard. So deep. So long that David’s heart ceased beating and he stopped breathing, his entire body went rigid. Frozen there sure he was going to have a heart attack and die right here with her all around him, his hand was continually drenched in his own spew for so long that he couldn’t even guess the length of time. Sure he would suffocate. Sure he would die. His heart would explode. He’d die of simple dehydration suddenly it was over. His cock let out one impossibly hard last burst and David let a primal growl. Then with as much force as it came, his cock stopped throbbing and pulsing and slowly his body relaxed and came to rest on the bed. Every muscle in him now crying out at the sudden abuse, he was bathed in a cold sweat and couldn’t control the shaking but his heart started once more as did his lungs but now he was as whooped as Callie was this afternoon. All he wanted to do was sleep. He laid there gripped in a familiar cold sweat and breathing hard looking at the pictures of her scattered all around. David was too spent to move, both hands—one covered in lotion and spew--holding the silky nightgown to his sweaty chest, David’s eyes closed…

“Callie,” he whispered to the darkness and fell into an easy sleep.

**

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nick asked from the shadows. “Get out of their bed.”

The overhead light came on, David raised his arm to shield his eyes. “Shut dat off boy. Kain’t you see I’se sleepin’ here?”

Pictures of Mom scattered all around him and over the bed. His clothes scattered on the floor. David was holding one of her favorite nightgowns to him like it was her warm naked body. Nicholas charged across the room and kicked the bed frame. “Get up!” He growled.

“Dun talk ta me like dat, boy.” Making no apologies for his behavior David sat up to face the young man whom he was certain was his son. Besides there was little he could say or do to justify this situation in anyone’s eyes, s why bother? “I ain’t dat wimpy Pawh yur use’ta.”

“I catch you whacking off in my parents’….in my Mothers’….bed and I’m supposed to behave? You’re sick. Get the fuck out of their bed!”

“Ya got no proof I dun dat.” David huffed. “I’m just sleepin’ here, dat’s all.”

“Ah-huh,” Nick said in disbelief, “what’s that white shit all over her nightgown? You know the gewy stuff under your hand?” Looming over the bed he sneered down at his Uncle and breathed in a deep breath of the stink that David exuded into the air. “If you don’t get up right now I’m going to toss you out of that bed.”

“A’ight, chill out boy.” Davy said waving a hand in the air and motioning for Nicholas to back up and back off. “I’ll git out da bed. Geez such a prude, I didt know dat.”

The guy looked like Dad but he didn’t sound like Dad and he sure as hell didn’t like Dad. This guy big hair cast iron balls! Nick backed up two steps, David swung his legs over the side of the bed but kept the blanket drawn over his knees up to his waist.

“Ah, yew wanna hand me mah pants dere boy?” Davy asked. “Or are you looking for sum? Dat purty wife ah yo’s not satisfyin’ ya?”

Wanting to do nothing more than back hand the smart mouthed bastard, Nick bent down to pick up the pants and kept on eye on David the whole time. Snatching them from the floor he tossed them to him. “I’m not turning my back.”

“Have it yer way.” He slid into his pants as he stood up everything there was to see was seen before he could get them over his hips and then zipped up. “Sew, wot, nah? Gunna take a swing at me, boy?”

“I oughtta knock your freakin’ teeth out.” Nick sneered. “Get out of here and don’t come back.”

“Dat’s it?” Davy questioned while he picked up his shirt.

“Do I really have to tell you to stay away from my Wife, my Sister and my Mother or I’ll skin you alive?” Nicholas sauntered over him and stood looking down into David’s eyes. “Do I really have to say that…Uncle David?”

“Nah dat’s a’right, I git yer point, boy. I’ll stick to the basement.”

“The basement?” Nick asked. “You don’t understand me…..boy. I said…get… the fuck… out.” With the index finger of his right hand Nicholas poked David hard in the breastplate. “You git dat?”

“You kain’t throw me out.” David countered. “Dis ain’t yow howse. It’s Danny’s howse, big guy, an’ he said I’se welcome.” He tossed the shirt over his head the scent of the lotion and his own spew came to him, his prick tingled again. “Soh, nah, dat means I’ll be stayin’ ‘til he tosses mah ass out. You got dat, boy?”

The last thing Nick wanted was for good ol’ Uncle David to be sleeping in his bed. “You do that in my bed, I’ll cut your throat, you understand?”

“Aww, nah ain’t that special?” Davy cooed. “Guess da apple dun fall ta far from da tree, hey? Nah, lemme tell ya sum’thin, dat li’l Annie she cute n all but she ain’t no Callie.” Davy had the nerve to wink at him. “Sah, dun worry boy, I won’t be tossin’ off in yer bed thankin’ ‘bout that little filly a yours.” Without any fear or hesitation, David pushed past a steaming Nicholas and made his way back to the basement where he did indeed proceed to toss off one more time with visions of his desired Callie dancing through his head.

“Yeah? As soon as I tell Dad what you did you’ll be out all right.” Nick called after. “Dad won’t want you anywhere near Mom once he finds out about this.” Not that Nick understood why Uncle David was staying in the house to begin with but, well, he was Dad’s twin brother and he was newly risen from the dead but still it just didn’t sit right with him.

“Nicky what’s going on?” Annie asked as the door to the guest bedroom opened and

Colleen appeared in her own doorway at the sound of his raised voice. “What’d he do?” She noticed where Nick was standing. “Was he in their room?” She asked with high-pitched concern.

“Nothing, never mind, you two just go on back to sleep now.” Reaching behind him to the door knob he pushed in the lock on the inside of the room before shutting the door to his parents’ room. He didn’t want Uncle David back in there. He thought he should clean it up before Mom came back and saw it but he wanted Dad to see it just the way it was so he’d know exactly what it was that Uncle David was up to. Maybe Uncle David wasn’t interested in cute little fair-haired Annie but Colleen looked just like Mom. “Lock your door, Runt.”

End Chapter Three Of
The Cradle Will Fall: Sentimental Journey
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