Tarnished Heroes
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Twelve

Blood Moon risin’ in
A sky of black dust
Tell me Baby who do you trust?
The fuse is burning
(shut out the lights)
The fuse is burnin’
(come on let me do you right)
The Fuse
Bruce Springsteen

After dinner out the remaining members Jackson family retired to separate areas of the house. Colleen was dropped off at Terry’s house on their way back so she could continue her sleep over. Daniel of course, was holed up in his office going over the fax Jack sent while they were out. The mission looked like a complete bust to him and Daniel thought Jack must have done really fast-talking to get his old job back over this. It wasn’t that it didn’t look interesting but Daniel doubted it was what they were hoping for and went to work deciphering his tablet.

Nicholas was slamming weights in the basement trying to get rid of some of his anger and frustration at his parents. Calla was up in their bedroom. Sometime around mid-night, the weights stopped slamming downstairs and a sweaty breathless and very pumped Nicholas emerged in the doorway of his father’s office to say good night.

Daniel went back to work. The grid was coming along nicely and although it was clear that whatever the tablet said it did not read left to right or right to left or up and down but around and around in a circle which was why he had to keep turning it this way and that to make out the mish-mash of symbols. It was almost two in the morning by the time he put down the pencil and pad.

His eyes were tired and he took off the glasses and rubbed his lids.

Suddenly he found himself behind the wheel of his parents’ old Pontiac Catalina and Davy was in the passenger’s seat next to him. They were cruising down highway 90 at a respectable 65 mph.

“She’s still waitin’” David said as he turned to look at his brother. “Wha’cha gone dew ‘bout dat?” Daniel didn’t answer him. “It ain’t gone go ‘way, Danny.” David grumbled. “’Specilly not now, not seein’ as how dem cops was at the do’ and old Tom’s dead.”

“Leave me alone.” Daniel said absently as he drove. “She didn’t do it.”

“Course she did’t.” David agreed. “But, ah, she still been a bad gurl n she waitin’ none da less.”

“No.”

“It ain’t ov’a ‘til yew dew dis.” David said hotly. “Mr. I-Got-DayGrees-Up-Ma-Ass, yew dun know dat? Shore ya do. Wha’samatta, Danny, scart?” Again, his brother didn’t answer him. “I’ll dew it.” David offered.

“Like hell you will. You don’t touch her, Davy. I don’t know where the hell you came from or what you want but I’m not gonna let you touch her.”

“Den yu’ll hav’ta dew it yo’self. Ei’der way, Danny, ya gots to git-r-done. It’s nasty bid’ness, I know.”

“It’s right up your alley, huh? You’d just love a shot at this, wouldn’t you, Davy?”

“Is da Pope still cath-lick?”

**

In his mind, Daniel Jackson was still sitting behind the wheel of that old land yacht driving down I-90 watching the oncoming traffic and the highway pass by. In reality, he’d left his office and ascended the stairs to the second floor. Though he couldn’t see her now — because he was still watching the road and the traffic as he, drove-- he was standing in the door to their bedroom while his wife tossed and turned in their bed.

**

“C’mon, Danny, it’s ez. I’ll teach’ya.” Davy encouraged.

“No. If you don’t shut up I’ll throw you out of the car.”

“How you gone do dat?” Davy asked from behind the wheel. “I’m drivin’.”

Through the windshield on the passenger’s side Daniel saw the cars going by on the opposite side of the highway. In front of him, he saw Calla sleeping unrestfully in their bed. “Davy don’t!” He pushed back on the seat and used his left foot to slam down a brake that wasn’t there.

“Yew want dis ov’a wit?” Davy nodded in response to his own question. “’Course ya do. So do she. It ain’t gunna be ov’a ‘til dis gets dun.” The car in front of him was moving too slow for his liking. David crossed the double yellow line and put the pedal to the metal as he passed the Oldsmobile. “Dats bet’a.” He said happily and reached in his breast pocket for his ever-present pack of Marlboros. Pushing the lighter in, he popped a cig into his mouth. The car’s light popped out and the interior was full of cigarette smoke as he puffed the cancer stick to life. “Put yo seat belt, on Danny, dis could gets a li’l ruff.” Another Sunday Driver on the road in front of him. “Geez-Louise-N-Billie-Bob where’d all deese assholes come from taday?” David crossed the yellow line again into oncoming traffic and floored the gas pedal.

Darting out from behind the mini-van, there was a school bus coming at them at the other lane. The school bus driver leaned on the horn and flashed the lights at him as the car jerked back into the right lane. “You’re gonna get us killed!” Daniel shouted.

The old Pontiac picked up speed and David smiled as he passed the mini-van and the elderly man driving it. He looked over to see Daniel reaching for a shoulder strap that had yet to be invented and let out a good laugh. “Yo lap, Danny, yo lap!” He cackled. “How soon dey forget!” David took another deep drag from his Marlboro and let out the smoke while Daniel reached down for the lap strap and buckled himself in. “Relax, Danny. I ain’t gunna git nobuddy kilt.” David puffed on his cigarette. “Yew know what yer problem is?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” Daniel muttered.

“You bet ur ass!” David said with a happy grin and slapped his knee as he drove. “Ur too damn uptight. Gotta let off a li’l steam from time ta time.” David encouraged. “Looky here,” he pointed through the windshield. “I’ll show yew how dis is done.”

Through the windshield and his own eyes, Daniel saw himself opening Calla’s underwear drawer. “First rule, ya gotta know wot ur walkin’ in ta, Danny.”

The only light in the bedroom was coming from the television. It looked as though she’d fallen asleep watching a movie and all that was visible now was a blue screen. Although dim, it was more than enough light to see. Pushing her lacy panties and pretty bras aside, the first thing he noticed was that the pillbox wasn’t where he last saw it. Fumbling fingers picked it and opened it. One blue and one green pill were missing.

“Hoo-boy!” David hooted and depressed the gas. Daniel could see that respectable 65 mph raced up to a reckless 90 mph. “We’se in luck! I knowd we would be. She’s out, Danny. Ain’t gonna give us no trouble. Nope, none a’tall.”

“What do you mean ‘we’?”

“Well ‘tis yo body.” David reminded him. “So, ya know, we. You n me.” He explained.

**

The drawer began to slide shut. However, those little pills weren’t the only things hiding in that drawer. He shuffled around a little more in the drawer until he came up with Big Blue. Maybe he’d like to use that in a little bit. In his bedroom, Daniel Jackson reached out into the hall and shut off the light before closing the bedroom door. Passing by the TV he saw the DVD case sitting on top of it; Session 9.

“Aw, ain’t that precious?” Davy cooed. “She’s been thinkin’ ‘bout me. And wot do ya know? Here I am.” Daniels’ shirt hit the bedroom floor. “Bah, da way, Danny.”

“What?”

“Nice work on the bod.” David complimented. “Good n strong. She like dat, I know she do.”

Daniel’s khaki’s joined his shirt on the floor by the bed.

**

“Davy!” Daniel shouted and grabbed for the steering wheel. The twin brothers’ Jackson grappled over the steering wheel to the old land yacht. The Catalina swayed in and out of traffic. They cut across the oncoming lane onto the soft shoulder barely missing a Greyhound bus. Daniel tried to get control of the wheel and get his foot over to the brake. Davy was equally as strong as Daniel was and he was in the driver’s seat. A pointed elbow connected with Daniel’s Jaw and tossed his head back against the passenger window.

”Jesus H. Christ!” David shouted as he elbowed Daniel away. “Dun be grabbin’ da wheel, Danny, yu’ll get us ALL kilt!” David brought the car back under control, he crossed the double yellow back into his own lane. “Jus sit dare, will ya!” He shouted.

The covers turned back and Daniel Jackson slid into bed next to his dosing wife.

“Don’t do this to her,” Daniel pled. “Davy, don’t.”

“I ain’t gunna hurt ‘er.” David shot his brother a harsh glare. “Yew dun know how dis works.” He told Daniel. “Callie dun need ta be hurt.” David explained. “Yew jus’ sit dare. Let a pro sho’ yew how ‘is done.”

**

Calla’s sleeping hazy mind felt his weight and warmth next to her, her tired worn body brought itself near him. “Yeah, my girl.” Daniel whispered in his own voice. “My pretty Kitty.” At the sound of his soft voice, she cooed and wrapped a sleeping around him. Under the covers, he searched out the new territory. Bare thigh, smooth and buttery soft. A pair of, oh, wait, yes, thong underwear that rode tight around her hips. From the feel of them, he thought them to be the black ones he liked so much. Her leg searched out his and Daniel clamped her calf between his own. “My girl.” He whispered again.

If Calla had woken up, she might have seen the blankness in his eyes. If she had seen that, she might have recognized it and been very afraid. But she didn’t. The familiar warmth and weight of his hand slid up the curve of her hip, under the T-shirt she was wearing. If he had to take another guess, from the feel of the soft cotton, he'd say it was the black T-shirt that read; “Witch With An Attitude” on it and had the silhouette of a witch on a broomstick flying past the moon. The tag inside read ‘one size fits all’—a misnomer if there ever was one. Sam gave the shirt to her years ago and Calla used it as a nightgown in the warm weather. It was too big for anything other than that and, as Calla would say; bummin’ around the house. Sleeping though she was, Calla was still moving closer to him. The soft hand slid over her waiting breasts and her breath quickened, as did her heart.

**

This was gonna be easy. David turned to Daniel and smiled a wide wicked grin. “Jus sit dare, Danny.” He warned.

“Don’t do it, Davy.” Daniel begged. “Please, just leave her alone.”

“If yew gon back seat driv’ den gets in da back seat!” David yelled. “’Tutther dan dat, shut the fuck up! I done told yew, boy, I ain’t gone hurt her.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Remind her, dats all. Just give her a li’l r’mindin’.” David said in a low voice as he squashed the Marlboro, pushed the lighter in and grabbed another cig out of his pocket.

**

Calla’s body and mind were hazy from the valium and the small stash of rum Daniel didn’t find hidden in the toilet tank of the master bathroom. She liked her rum cold and that was a good place to keep it for that purpose. It was late, past one in the morning, when she took the pills and the rum chaser. Calla waited and waited for Daniel to come to bed, she’d even crept down the stairs and watched him from the banister. He was deeply involved in his work and coming to bed with her seemed the last thing on his mind. She thought it best not to bother him. She watched the evening news and, after watching him work and knowing he wasn’t coming up for a long time, she’d found the old Session 9 DVD and popped it into the player. It was to that lovely scenic imagery that she popped her pills and downed the two shots of rum. A little while later the haze fell over her and she drifted off into something akin to sleep. The dreams that accompanied it were full of flashing lights and the image of a hard ebony body.

The windshield on the old Catalina now showed the Jackson Twins the image of highway 90, Calla, and the images in her mind.

Daniel looked away as Kanan came into view.

David puffed on his cigarette and leaned in closer to the image. “Ev’y’tang comes down to ‘im, Danny.” Davy said rationally as he gazed at the pictures playing out before him. “Not Eros, or me, not even her lust for her pappy.” David smiled as he cruised down the highway at near 100mph. “Ev’y’tang come down to dat black bastard.” He pointed at Kanan through the windshield. “Ev’y’tang. “ He looked at over at Danny and saw the suffering in his eyes. “Danny, Danny, Danny.” Davy chided. “Yew done pick’d dis w’man. Yew gota ta fol’a da rules he set down. Dun mat’a how nice yew is ta ‘er or how many year pass by, he ain’t nev’a gone leave ‘er.” David took a long drag from his cigarette.

Daniel noticed that the day light outside the window turned to night and he could see the full moon and the stars.

“Nah, yew know,” Davy continued, as he slid the T-shirt from her. “One’a deese day yew gots to deal with pappy isu’a.” He advised and watched Daniel’s face fall even father. “Eh, not ta’nite, dun worry, l’il brother. Dat one’s all urs. Ta’nite we deal with dem pitchers and dem pills.”

The T-shirt out of his way with no complaints from her, the black thong was the next to go. In his bed, Daniel Jackson brought his wife close and took in a deep breath. Calla hadn’t showered since last night, she didn’t have time. She smelled all funky and womanly. Her breath was warm against his neck and it had the slightest tinge of Jamaican rum to it. Well, obviously he’d missed a bottle nearby.

“Ima git me som’a dat.” Davy said in the old Catalina and Daniel watched him take in a deep breath. “Yeah.”

**

Daniel’s hand slid between her thighs. “I love you.” He whispered. Abracadabra! Her legs parted at his voice and his words. “My girl.” Daniel’s index finger parted the soft folds of skin between her legs. “My bad bad girl.” It slid roughly inside. Calla, still sleeping, quivered beside him. “You let someone besides me touch you?” Daniel asked her.

In her sleep, Calla cringed in his arms and took in a harsh breath. “Hei.” Was her dreamy reply.

“Did you ask me?” His forefinger joined his index finger inside the hot sweet hole.

“Co.”

**

Inside the speeding car, Daniel screamed out, “That’s enough!” She hadn’t spoken Shankuk in more years than he could count but just like earlier tonight, everything they’d worked for over the years was gone. Shattered like fine crystal on a cement floor.

“If yew gon back seat driv’ den git in damn back seat!” David yelled back.

**

There was the model, Antwone, obviously, he touched her but there was the photographer, good old Tom Dyer. Calla had said something about posing alone and Antwone being a surprise to her. “How many?” Daniel asked in a low deep voice. “How many men touched you?” Even in her sleep, she didn’t want to answer him and confess her sins. “How many?!?” Daniel asked again and slid another finger into her.

Calla’s back arched as she flinched and drew in a mournful breath. “Two.” She answered. “Please,”

“Shh, we ain’t got the ‘please’ part yet.” Daniel said in a voice that was a mixture of his own and David’s. His free hand brushed the hair away from her face. “Yew like it? Huh? Yew like dare hands on yew?” The free hand at her face slid down her neck, over her right breast and pinched that pretty pink nipple. “Bet’r ‘n mine?”

“Co!” She cried out.

“But yew lik’d it?” Daniel asked quietly.

“Co,” she muttered and began to shake.

The vice grip around that sweet little nipple eased off and she lay back on the bed. “Shh,” he said with a smile and removed his fingers from her. Daniel brought the wet digits up to his nose and took in a deep inhale before licking the juice clean from each one. “Very tasty. Turn over, Kitty.” He wanted so desperately to have one of those exquisite blowjobs of hers; it’d been a long time after all. Doing so would probably cause her to come too far up through the levels of consciousness to suit his purposes tonight. Instead, his hands reached down for Big Blue and slid it between her legs. At first, it was ok with her and she offered no resistance as he danced it around the entrance to her hot waiting hole. “Turn over.” He said in a more insistent tone and reached out to turn her onto her back. This time she tried to put up a fight him. In her haze, she cringed and pulled away from his touch and the tool intruding between her legs. “Dun dew dat, Kitty.” He warned. “Yu’ll jus make it worse.” When he tried to turn her again, though she was stiff and cold, she turned over onto her stomach. “My bad gurl,” he chided in a soft whisper. “Gotta teach ya som’ mann’as. Kan’t be let’in jus’ anyone touch ya.” Three fingers ready wasn’t necessarily Big Blue ready but she was wet and when he shoved it into her in one hard thrust, it was kinder than it could have been.

“Co,” she croaked weakly, she tried to jump away as she felt his weight settle behind her.

**

“David!” Daniel screamed and grabbed for the wheel again. “Don’t you fucking do it!”

While, in his bedroom, Daniel Jackson rubbed his hot hard cock from one presented hole to another, in his mind he was racing down highway 90 behind the wheel of the old Catalina and trying desperately to gain control of the situation.

“Me?” Davy accused as he tried to push Daniel away from the wheel. “I’m jus’ a fig-mint of yow ‘magination, Danny. I dun gives a crap who sees ‘er. Hell boy, I dun put her pitcher on the damn INTERNET! I sold ‘em and ‘er for cash, ‘member? Nah, yew the one dowin’ dis.”

“No I’m not. I wouldn’t do this to her or any woman.”

“Aw c’mon, its jus’ us boys ‘ere.” Davy encouraged. “Yur pissed at ‘er, go’un, a‘mit it boy. She done let dem put dare hands ALL over her and dat dun sit gud wit yew, do it?” Davy asked and pushed the gas pedal to the floor. “She know it, dats why yew got to finish dis.”

**

“Why?” Daniel asked as he hovered over her and then leaned in to whisper directly in her ear. “Why, Calla? After everything David did, why would you let them do this?”

She shook below him and let out a small cry but didn’t answer him.

“Tell me!” Daniel shouted in a soft whisper and rubbed the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to the sweet little brown hole. “Now, or I will.”

“Say’tek … Naganti Daniel.” Calla whimpered beneath him. “Say’tek. Mazhena, Naganti Daniel. Nache. Nache.” (Mercy, Master Daniel, mercy. Please forgive me, Master Daniel. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.)

**

Yeah, we getting’ the ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry’ part now. Davy thought as he passed an oncoming semi and swerved back into his own lane. “And the Master part,” he said to Daniel as he dragged from his cigarette. “I always did like dat part.”

“I know.” Daniel grumbled.

“Dun sound so hi’ n’ mi’tea.” David shot. “Yew like it too.” His blue eyes gleamed at his brother as they raced down highway 90 toward an unknown destination. “Dun ev’n tell me yew don’t.” David dared. “It’s animal, primal.” His eyes narrowed on Daniel’s. “Wot man woodn’t like dat? ‘Cuz I knowd yew ain’t a fag, Danny.” He drew off his cigarette again, it was nothing but a nub now and he flicked the burning butt out the window. “She a lot like me, yew know?” He observed while he drove.

“How’s that?” Daniel asked not being able to see the smallest parallel between them.

“She wild, Danny. Got the wild-cat side of her she dun always like ta show yew.” Davy lit another Marlboro and turned up the tunes on the radio. “Mr. Conservative.” He shot in a cold voice with a snide glance. “Yew know, if’n I’da had sum-body, I dunno, a Massa I guess, I mighta turnt out a li’l bett’a, dun yew think? Ya ougta lemme have her a li’l more often, Danny.” He grumbled. “In the end she like it…” David laughed. “Dats a good one, huh? In the end??? Yeah, that how and where she like it.”

“No it isn’t.” Daniel shot back. “Yeah, you could have used a Master.” He agreed. “A task master, someone to stay on you and beat you when you needed it.”

“Hump, dats what she needs…..sum’time.” He qualified. “Sum’than like dat. Like now. Got da balls fo’ it, Danny?”

**

“Say’tek!” she whimpered again and tried to push his cock away from her ass. David caught her hand and twisted it up against her back. “Co, Mazhena.” she moaned again. “Nache.”

“Why?” Daniel growled behind her.

“I…I….I….” it was nothing more than frightened breath hitching her throat.

**

A sudden hard thought struck Daniel as he held onto the door jab for dear life; She doesn’t know why. Calla wanted to help her dear old friend Tom Dyer; sure, that much was true but there was something else. Something buried down so far that even she didn’t see it. “Let her go, Davy!” Somewhere inside her Calla wanted to be punished. Not over the pictures or the pills, they were just symptoms of the disease she was walking around with. No, David was right, there was a bit of unfinished and untalked about business between them; Ares. She felt dirty over it and so she acted on it. How far had it gone before she told him to stop? Daniel had no idea, basically, because he didn’t want one and never asked her.

“I ain’t hurtin’ ‘er!” David shot back. “Take a gud look.”

Daniel gathered his strength and gazed harder through the windshield. David had her arm pinned behind her back but there was no strength behind it. He wasn’t twisting it at all, just holding it in place and away from him with little to no pressure.

“See?” David asked hotly. “Dun need ta’ hurt Callie, she dun had ‘nuff a dat. Ya jus gotta…”

“Make it look like you’re going to.” Daniel finished, he didn’t trust David to only make it appear as though he were going to do something nasty to her. “Jesus, Davy, please just let her go.”

“Wot? Yew thank yew gotts it from ‘ere?” David snorted a laugh. “Not yet yew don’t. Soon tho’ dun worry.” He smiled and gave Daniel the thumbs-up signal.

**

“Give it to me, Kitty.” Daniel whispered in her ear. “Bring that fine ass up here and present.” He demanded with a loud but harmless slap on the side of her ass. “Maen!”

Calla’s shoulders pressed hard against the pillows below her while her back arched and her butt rose high into the air. “Naganti Daniel,” she whimpered again.

“Say it again.” He encouraged. Keeping Big Blue snuggly in place, he slid just the tip of his cock into her ass. Below him, Calla jumped but he caught her and held her in place. “Say it in English.”

“Master Daniel,” she cried softly against the pillow.

“That’s right, I am your Master, you’ll do whatever I tell you to.”

**

“Let her go! That’s enough!” Daniel reached out for the wheel again and the two brothers grappled for control of the speeding car. The racing Catalina crossed the center divider and ran up on the soft shoulder of I-90 on the wrong side of the road. “Let go of the wheel, goddamnit!” Daniel demanded.

David had other ideas; he took the lit cig from his mouth with his free hand and squashed it out on the back of Daniels’ hand.

“Ow!” Daniel cried out holding his wounded hand. David slapped him hard across the face sending him reeling back into his place. Daniel’s head connected hard with the passenger window.

“If’n yew dun shut up, this whole thangs gonna de’rail. Dat wot yew want?” David threatened. “Now looky at wot yew done! Damn it, Danny!” He scowled. Through the windshield and somewhere, deep inside of him Daniel saw and felt his incredibly hard cock slide all the way into that fine unready ass. “That was comp’ley unnecessary!”

**

Below him, Calla’s hazy hands gripped the sheets and she tried again to pull away from him. Daniel’s hands caught her below the waist, pulled her upward to him and forced her to stay where he wanted her. “I’m sorry, please…I’ll be good.” She swallowed hard before continuing, “give me another chance.”

Another chance, something Kanan never gave her no doubt.

Almost but no cigar, lady. Not yet satisfied, David pulled back and, well since Danny had insisted and he was already there anyway, he pushed further into her. “I know ‘bout dem pills you take.” Daniel hissed. “Dun dew that no’more.”

“I’m sorry!” She cried out. “Ph…please, my Lord, my Master, my Husband,” she said in a mournful hushed whisper, “I won’t do it again. Please don’t hurt.”

**

”Get off of her!” Daniel demanded and through the windshield saw the faded presence of someone else. Someone standing outside the bedroom door. “If you keep this up, he’s going to come in here.” Daniel threatened.

“Yeah, I knowd.” Davy agreed. “He’a gud, boy, ain’t he? Our son.” David asked and shoved a little further into the woman below him. “Lookin’ out fer his mama like dat. Gud boy.” David snorted a laugh. “Know wot, Danny? He’ll kick yur ass to boot!” David cackled harder as he sped down the road.

**

“Don’t punish!” Calla whimpered softly, her little body stiff as a fresh pressed board beneath him. “Please, I love you…..Danny. Danny, Danny please don’t. Danny.”

**

“Aww, nah, yew hear dat?” David asked and turned up the old AM radio.

The old song came to his ears. “Yeah, so what?” Daniel asked hurriedly and contemplated making another dash for the wheel.

“Dat’s da Mama’s and de Papa’s.” David said as though it had some significant but unknown meaning.

Grunting and rolling his blue eyes David took a last drag from his cigarette and tossed the glowing butt out the window. “Dat’s Mama Cass!” He shouted.

“So the fuck what?!” Daniel demanded to know.

“Da Fat Lady, Danny, she’s a singin’!” David smiled a wide grin and let of the wheel with his foot still firmly depressing the gas pedal. “Callie, she all yours, baby brother. Dat’s all ya gota ta do, Danny. Ev’a.”

Before he knew it Daniel was in the passenger’s seat of an old blue Pontiac Catalina that was running out of control down I-90 at speeds past 100mph. Snapping off the seat belt, he grabbed for the wheel. “Oh Christ!” With his heart in his throat, Daniel slid behind the wheel of the speeding Catalina and braked slowly as he pulled over to the shoulder, his heart racing from so many near misses. The car and highway 90 faded away.

**

There he was, in his bedroom and in his sobbing wife. “It’s all right, Kitty.” Daniel whispered and pulled slowly out of her tight dry ass. “I love you. I forgive you, Kitty.” Big Blue slid out as well. The scent of her rose hot and sultry, he breathed deep of it. Before he knew it, he slid into a different hole. It was hot, wet and waiting for him. “Don’t do that again, do you understand?” Daniel whispered.

“Hei,” she whimpered.

“Good girl. Down now. All the way,” gently he pushed her raised hips to the mattress. “It’s over, it’s all right.”

Below him, Calla stopped cringing and accepted him into her.

The sensation of someone watching didn’t fade away. Daniel turned to look over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. Nicholas was still standing there.

**

“Nicky! What are you doing!” Colleen scolded from behind her much larger older brother.

Nicholas heard his mother’s cries and came out of his bedroom. He’d stopped at their bedroom door and used his magick to clear a window in the wood so he could see inside. As he stood in the hallway, watching his father fuck his mother, he realized he had a raging hard-on of his own. He hardly heard Colleen when Daniel looked back and Nicholas swore he was looking straight at him, as though the mortal man knew the half-God was in the hall spying on them.

Nicholas turned away to look down at the half-naked body of his sister. “Go away.” He hissed at her. “What are you even doin’ here?”

“I got scared and came home an hour ago.” She hissed back in a low whisper and tugged on his massive forearm.

“Scared’a what? Sandy’s tongue down your throat? You should have more class than to be makin’ out behind the 7/11.” That was exactly where he’d found her earlier tonight. Colleen wasn’t with Terry at all; no when he finally came across her, Sandy had her up against the back outer wall of the 7/11 with his tongue down her throat and his hand in up her jacket.

Colleen ignored her brother’s rude comment. “Nicky, c’mon!” She tugged on his massive forearm.

“Lemme go!” He growled. “Go back to your room!”

“No!” Colleen tugged at him harder. “What are you doing? Come away from there, you shouldn’t watch them make love!”

“Is that what you think he was doin’?” His dark eyes burned cold fire at her. She was standing there barefoot in nothing more than a baseball jersey, her ringlet auburn hair messed up as she pulled at him. “Get away from me, Cole.” Nick warned. “I mean it.” Everything in his massive body wanted to reach out for his sister or his mother; he didn’t care which at the moment, and get his first experience. “Go on!” Nicholas hissed. “You shouldn’t walk around dressed like….like….THAT. You’re too old. Go back to you room!”

For the first time since they were little kids, Colleen Jackson found herself afraid of her older stronger brother. “Don’t do it, Nicky. She loves you. Don’t do it.” Colleen pled. “Please, Nicky, you’re my brother and I love you.”

“Half.” Nicholas shot with a flare of his nostrils.

“Don’t say that.” Colleen whispered as her blue eyes widened in shocked horror, she pulled at him again. “Please Nicky.” She begged.

“I mean it, Colleen Marie, lemme go, or it’ll be you.” Nicholas threatened. “You know I can do it.”

Colleen broke out into tears and ran off back to her room she locked the door against him. Not that it would do any good in the end. If Nicky wanted to, he’d just teleport through the wall.

With his heart thundering in his huge chest and a light sweat breaking out all over, Nicholas gazed through the window once more. Mom wasn’t fighting anymore; she wasn’t crying or begging Daniel’s forgiveness. Now she was into it. Her hips rocked up and down to greet his gentle thrusts, she was moaning heavenly as Daniel laid kisses on her back.

Storming into his room, Nicholas locked his own door and grabbed for the hand lotion he kept in his dresser. The connection to his mother wasn’t broken and as Daniel thrust in and out of her, Nicholas’ own greased hand slid up and down his hard poll. “Oh, fuck me.” He moaned and tightened his grip on his tool. “Mom. Callestah.”

In the bedroom they shared, Calla’s eyes opened. “Daniel?” She cooed and turned her head to look back.

“It’s ok, Kitty,” he whispered breathlessly and swiped the sweat away from his brow. “It’s me. I love you, baby.”

“I love you.” She cooed and buried her face in the pillow. “Danny,” she cooed as her hips and fell below him.

“Stay still, baby.” Daniel whispered in her ears and his strong arms wrapped below and over her. He wanted to apologize but knew he couldn’t. Master didn’t apologize for doling out punishment he thought just. Doing so would only set them back. “No more, Kitty. We’ll make love now. Always. I swear.” His mind and body began to slow from his experience in the racing car but it was just starting revving up from her heat.

Yeah, dat’s it, Danny, tell the gurl it’s a’ight. Davy encouraged from his place in the backseat of Daniel’s mind. Though he couldn’t see him, Daniel was sure that wherever David really was he was spankin’ the monkey hard. Push it, Danny…..

“Oh god!” Nicholas moaned and fell back on his bed gripping his huge throbbing cock in his hand. “Fuck her, go on, git it.” He snarled.

The soaking wet muscles gripping so heavenly tight began to pulsate and slicken. “Danny,” she moaned. Calla’s back arched and her heart quickened. “Danny,”

His face was buried in a velvety cascade of lavender scented fire and his cock in a hot hole dripping with exotic oils. “It’s all right, Kitty, cum for me. It’s all right.” Daniel whispered, his breath hot in her ear and his lips closed down around the nape of her neck while his chest pressed back and forth the soft waves of her hair. “I love you, I trust you, I forgive you.”

In his bedroom, Nicholas dumped a hard hot load into his sheets. Davy shot a hard one all over the backseat of the Catalina. Below Daniel Calla gave up the fight and surrendered. A warm sheet of cascading cum flowed over his hard hungry cock. Daniel was the last one to give in to what he felt and pump a hot load of white gold into her waiting body.

Colleen hid beneath her covers just hoping for it to all be over.

**

Sunday morning came, Daniel rolled over to see Calla starring down at him; breakfast tray in hand. She was fresh from the shower as well as the kitchen her hair was still wet. “Good morning, Beautiful.” She said with an easy smile. “Sleep well?”

Breakfast in bed. Was it possible that she didn’t remember a damn thing about last night? “Ok, how about you?”

“Very well after you finally came to bed.” Calla placed the tray over his legs and sat next to him. “I thought you would make me sleep alone all night. Are you still angry with me?”

“No,” he said quietly. Though he noted two cups of coffee on the tray, there was only one plate. “Where’s your breakfast?” Looking around the room the Session 9 DVD case was gone Big Blue was also stowed away for the time being.

“I’m not hungry,” she explained quietly. Suddenly her nose rose into the air and she took a deep sniff. “Do you smell that?” Calla asked.

“What?” Daniel asked and took a breath, he didn’t smell anything.

Calla took another deep inhale. “It’s gone now,” she said lightly, “I thought I smelled cigarette smoke.” She moved a little closer to him and sat up.

For a reason he didn’t understand, Daniel knew what was coming to next; she’s going to….

Calla picked up a wedge of fresh cantaloupe from the tray and brought to his mouth.

Feed me.

Looks like yew back in a driver’s seat now, Danny-boy! David said gleefully in the back seat of Daniel’s mind. Yep, Master Danny, dat the way she like it and dat da way yew like it. Dun be ashamed, it’s a’ight, Danny, I understand.

Daniel took a bite of the juicy orange fruit and then took it from her hand.

Calla nuzzled against the warmth of his skin and gave him a little squeeze then her hand slipped down his flat stomach to the coarse patch of hair between his legs and found his usual morning hard-on waiting for her. Wrapping her hand around it and looking up at him with sparkling eyes, she said; “Make love?”

For now David had gone to wherever it was he went, maybe he was sleeping it off somewhere. It was safe again.

“Please?” She asked softly when he didn’t answer.

At the sound of her sweet entreaty, Daniel’s cock stiffened further. “I love you, Calla, you know that, right?”

“Yes. I love you, Daniel.” Her sparkling eyes turned sad. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He said with an uneasy smile, he put the fresh breakfast tray down on the floor and rolled over and made love to his wife.

In the shower an hour later and wondering just what train hit him the night before, Daniel picked up the soap and raised his hands to the hot water. “Ow,” he cried out and looked down to see a fresh cigarette burn between his thumb and forefinger.

Whatever it was that was really going on in his head, two weeks—or more—away from Calla might not be a bad idea after all.

End of Chapter Twelve of
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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