Serendipity - Version Bravo
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Hannah had, at one time,
had a job that required her to travel a lot.
And whenever she came close to Oklahoma, she stopped in to see
me. She stayed, in fact, in Caitlin's room.
So I had given her a key, all those years
back. And when her job changed, and she
didn't leave California any more, she had just kept it.
I had been driving
back home for several years now, and the stories she told her mother
got back, about the things we'd done, and the places we'd seen, made
wish she could be there to do those things and see things too.
So she had taken some
vacation and, to surprise us, hadn't told us she was going to fly out
and bum a
ride back with us. She took the Red Eye
and her flight arrived at Will Rogers World Airport at four in the
morning. She wasn't about to call me up
at that hour and ask me to come get her.
So she rented a car and drove it to my house.
She stopped along the way for breakfast,
which was why she didn't walk into the den of iniquity my house had
I would learn later that,
when she opened the door and slipped into the house, the first sensation she experienced
was an odor. She couldn't quite put her
finger on it, but it smelled familiar somehow.
Then, on her way to sneak into my bedroom and jump on the bed
"Good morning!" she saw the naked bodies, all balled up together on
the mattress on the floor. Her first
thought was that the bodies were dead, but there was no blood.
instinctively what had happened, most likely because the bodies were
naked. The "moment of
confusion" dragged on as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact
three of the bodies were female, and only one was male, but all this
very quickly because she got around to recognizing two of those bodies.
Surprise was what she had in mind. But she got the surprise, instead of delivering it.
That's when she screamed.
And it wasn't "Good morning!"
Then it was our turn to be surprised. That part of her plan worked flawlessly.
There was what can only
described as "a burst of activity," though it wasn't very productive
activity, at least initially. A choir of
sorts was formed as Hannah kept screaming, and was then joined by the
musketeers. This impromptu production
would have fit very
well into a program in a gallery somewhere, where The
Scream, by Edvard Munch, was being displayed.
I don't remember for
but I might have screamed a little bit too.
But screaming can only go
on for so long before lungs run out of breath, and vocal cords require
rest. Maybe the initial shock wore off,
or was replaced by a different kind of shock as Hannah realized what
daughter had been doing.
Ashley and Emma, of
course, were mortified. Suddenly they
were just teenagers again, girls who had been caught inside the car
steamed up windows when the local cop had knocked on them with his
flashlight. They didn't need to be told
to get dressed. The problem was that
they couldn't find their clothes.
Meanwhile, Caitlin and
Hannah were yelling at each other. Caitlin wasn't even trying to find
to put on. She was too busy defending
her turf. If asked, she wouldn't have
put it that way, but that's what she was doing.
She had already made certain decisions that neither her mother
were aware of, and one of those was that she would forever more have
me as her lover. That was obviously in
jeopardy. Throw in the "Why are you
spying on me?" thing that kids always misinterpret parental concern
and she was ready to go to the mat.
You're all adults.
At least you're supposed to be. If
you're not, stop reading immediately and do
your homework. And most of you adults
I don't have to tell you
why Hannah was upset.
Their raging argument, in
fact, gave Ashley and Emma a chance to find their clothes and get
"decent" again. And it was at
this point that a fascinating thing happened.
Both girls felt the urge
to immediately vacate the house and get away from the raging bull that
Hannah. But they knew that, if they went
home at this time in the morning, questions would be asked, and the
they wanted was for some other adult
to take interest in the events of the previous night.
Plus, one of the musketeers was under attack.
So they stayed!
And that turned
out to be pivotal to the de-escalation of the
Around that time, as
things happened, Hannah remembered there were two people
she was supposed to be yelling at, and turned to me.
This moment was also
but for different reasons.
I was naked.
It was early in the morning. I
hadn't had a chance to go to the
And folks, let me tell
you, stark terror doesn't do anything at all to make morning wood go
So there I stood, the
brother she'd known for thirty-two years, except that now I had
clearly turned into a satyr, because it
was obvious I had gone all night long ... with three sexual
partners ... and I was rampant again ... obviously
because a new potential sexual
partner had just come in the door.
She stopped yelling.
I think it's a good guess that, for a moment,
anyway, she had no idea what to say.
said Caitlin into the
silence. "Can I please explain?"
Hannah's eyes seemed to
drag themselves away from my erection, and her face turned to her
"You think you
can explain this?"
If you'll just listen to me."
She looked back at me and
her eyes went straight to my boner. She
stared at it as if it might suddenly grow and wrap itself around her.
I think she was just overwhelmed at that
moment, by a situation she would never have even dreamed she'd
"Do you have any
coffee?" she asked, suddenly.
Nobody said anything at
first, and then, of all people, Emma said, "I'll go make some."
Hannah tore her eyes away
from my manhood and to my face.
"Would you please go
put something on?"
"Um ... sure," I
said, finally covering my cock with both hands.
"Thank you," she
It was surreal.
She was screaming one minute, and saying
please and thank you the next.
As so much had changed in
the last week or so, everything changed again.
My world had turned on its side, when the girls decided to
experiment. Now my world turned another ninety degrees, until
Hannah wasn't the only
who didn't know what to say. And I think
that was part of the reason things calmed down.
There were only two directions things could go.
Hannah could storm out, go to the police and
have me arrested for molesting her daughter.
Or try, anyway.
As I mentioned a while back, all three girls
were above the age of consent in Oklahoma.
But that didn't mean she
couldn't cause problems for me.
That direction was what
I'll call "up" in this situation.
The only other direction was "down."
But not going
"up" didn't mean that things were easy. Again,
I think it was Kat, fighting for what
she perceived as "hers" that moved things forward.
Her intent was to convince her mother that
what had happened was not a bad thing.
To that end, she pulled her mother to the kitchen, shooting me a
and mouthing "Get dressed!" at
me. I went to the bathroom first, to get
rid of the offending erection Hannah had stared at.
When I came out, Ashley and Emma were in my
bedroom, sitting on the bare box spring on my bed.
"What should we
do?" asked Ashley, whispering.
"You should probably
go home," I said.
"No way!" said
Emma. "We have to see what
"You may not like
what happens," I said, pulling on some shorts.
"It wasn't rape!"
"I don't think that
will be the issue," I said.
"Whether it was rape or not, how do you think your parents would
feel about last night?"
me," moaned Emma. Ashley wasn't
"Well, that's what's
going on in the kitchen."
And, just like that, both
musketeers went to the rescue, leaving my bedroom, obviously headed for
called. "I don't think that's a
But there was no one to
Have you ever felt like a
prisoner in your own home? That's what I
felt like. There I was, in my bedroom,
with half of my bed. Where was I
supposed to go? I felt like Hannah was
suddenly the warden, and I needed permission to move around the
I stood there,
dithering quietly. I had this sensation
that, as long as I stood there very quietly, the lion in the other room
not see me, and I'd not get eaten. That
was stupid, of course. She could (and
eventually would!) find me any time she liked.
I didn't hear screaming,
but that could be interpreted two ways.
One of them was that Hannah had taken her daughter and left.
If that happened, the other two might leave
with them. I could be alone in the
house, for all I knew.
I finally moved, walking
to the bedroom door and sticking my head into the hallway.
I heard voices.
Eventually I decided to
clean up the scene of the crime. Maybe
removing the evidence might help me somehow.
It was like being in an alternate reality. I
"snuck" to the living room, trying
to be as quiet as I could, and wrestled the mattress up onto its side.
It waved and wobbled, and was unbelievably
heavy as I started trying to drag it back to my bedroom.
Pillows scattered everywhere, and a pile of
used condoms was revealed on the floor.
The condoms were worse
than the mattress, so I laid it against a chair and gathered up all the
incriminating latex. For some reason I
felt like a homeless person must feel when, while digging through trash
runs into the remains of somebody's sexual activity.
The DNA inside the damn things was mine, but
I held the handful of limp, wet, collapsed tubes at arm's length as I
think of a place to ditch them.
appeared. I hadn't seen her come into
the room and she scared the shit out of me.
She was holding the waste basket that was usually under the sink
"Put them in
here," she said, her voice completely normal.
I was still rattled.
"I'll help you clean
up," she said, in that kind voice people often use with children.
happening?" I asked, looking toward the kitchen.
talking," she said.
You know, moving their lips while sound comes
out? Communicating?" She
frowned at me.
Now, let's get this cleaned up before she
comes in here again. Come on.
I'll help you."
She moved the trash can
under my hand, which was still straight out away from my body.
I unclenched my fist and the condoms dropped
into the can with a sound that made me shudder.
Ashley set the trash can down and went to one end of the
mattress. She stood there, patiently.
I finally got moving and
together, the mattress wasn't so hard to move.
We got it to the bed and laid it down.
There was a stain on the side where Emma had been lying after I
in her. Ashley saw it too.
"Maybe we should turn
it over," she suggested.
We did, and the evidence
of my attempt to make babies with Emma was hidden.
"You can make it up
later," she said. She reached for
my hand and pulled me back to the living room.
The living room was "decorated" with cups, and half-eaten bags
of chips, and an open container of dip.
Ashley's and Emma's bras were still lying in a pile in front of
couch. Ashley snatched those up and
disappeared towards my bedroom. I idly
wondered if she'd put hers on, and then go get Emma from the kitchen to
"get decent." I was almost
painfully aware that I hadn't noticed Ashley was braless.
But then, things weren't normal ... were
When she got back I
actually looked. It was hard to tell
because she had on her blouse again, and it had a colorful pattern on
"I do not believe
you," she said.
I was confused.
"All this happens and
you still stare at my boobs?"
I thought for half a
about telling her what I'd been thinking, but decided it would take too
and wasn't worth it. I think I was
beginning to have some hope that the world wasn't coming to an end.
At any rate, I used a standard response.
"I'm a man," I
said. "What can I say?"
She snorted, and I think
it was her calm demeanor that finally
calmed me down too. She'd been in there,
in that room, with Hannah. She was still
in the house, for that matter, meaning Hannah hadn't screamed at her
to get the hell out. Ashley wasn't tense
and scared, and while I didn't understand how that could be, her body
communicated with my brain.
We didn't say anything
else as we stacked cups, and rolled packages closed.
Ashley squinted at the side of the open
dip. I had no idea where the lid was.
opening," she read aloud. Then she
dropped it into the trash can, on top of the condoms.
After that, there was
remarkably little left to do, in terms of putting the living room back
original non-sexual condition. We had
been too busy having an orgy to mess things up any worse than I've
Now we stood, me holding
stack of cups in one hand, and a bag of Lays ridged chips in the other.
Ashley was holding the Tostitos Scoops, the
Cheetos, and the pretzels. The top cup
was the one I'd dumped everything into, and it was full to the brim.
I held it carefully, to avoid spilling it.
"What now?" I
asked no one in particular.
"This stuff goes in
the kitchen," Ashley pointed out.
"Hannah is in the
kitchen," I pointed out.
"You're going to have
to face her sooner or later."
"I vote for
"Hey," she said,
her voice completely normal.
"You're the one who got us into this mess. Man
"I'm the one?" I gasped, my eyes feeling like they might burst from their sockets. "I'm the
one who caused all this?"
"If you hadn't been so hunky and sexy, we wouldn't have all fallen in love with you."
"Oh give me a
break," I groaned.
true," she insisted with a straight face.
the one who wanted to experiment, as I recall. And
the one who wanted to move the schedule up."
"We only wanted to
experiment because you were so irresistible," she pouted.
"And I only wanted to move things up
after Kat got you to take her cherry."
"Caitlin did not get
me to take her -" I
almost said cherry, but at the last second
opted for a less juvenile word. "virginity," I finished.
"She didn't get me to do anything.
She crawled on top of me and, without my
consent, I might add, snuck her way
That hadn't come out quite like it had
sounded in my mind.
"Because you were
irresistible," said Ashley, smugly.
came the very dry, very stern voice of my sister.
Ashley and I turned to
Hannah standing in the entryway to the living room.
Caitlin was standing right behind her,
looking past her mother at us. Emma was
at the end of this lineup, peering past the others.
We hadn't realized they were there. I
wondered how much they had heard ... Hannah
had heard. I had basically confessed to
having sex with her daughter. Not that
that was going to be a big surprise any more.
whined Caitlin. "I told you he
didn't seduce us. It was our idea!"
Hannah looked over her
"And that makes
it all fine and dandy?"
She looked at me.
"Get those into the
kitchen before you spill something and make a mess," she said.
I should have dumped some
of the liquid into one of the other cups.
That would have made it easier to get to the kitchen.
But I didn't think of that.
So I carefully, with bent knees, in slow
motion, started to do what she had told me to do. As
I got even with her, she reached for the
cup. I thought she was helping me.
Instead, once she had it,
she doused me with a combination of left over diet Dr. Pepper, Mountain
and Raspberry tea.
She threw it right in my
face. It splashed all over me and some
of it rebounded and hit her too.
"I am so pissed
off at you right now,"
she growled as she did it.
said Caitlin, her voice
typical of a teenage girl
displaying embarrassment over her mother's behavior.
I opted for instant
I don't know what else I can say."
"You have no
idea," Hannah went on.
I said again. "I can't even begin
to put myself in your place."
She fumed silently, until
I couldn't stand the silence any longer.
"What do you want to
do?" I asked. "I'll do
anything you think needs to be done."
"Be careful what you
offer," she growled.
Now there was a warning note in Caitlin's
voice. Hannah looked over her shoulder
at her daughter.
"Don't worry. I
should cut his balls off, but I'm not
"Maybe we should go
now," said Emma, her voice very soft.
Hannah's head turned and
her eyes fixed on Emma.
"You must be
Emma," she said, sounding so normal it was surreal.
I wondered what had gone on in the
kitchen. Emma had been in there.
But it sounded like these were the first words Hannah had
her. Her head swiveled to Ashley.
"And you must be Ashley."
Don't ask me why. Then
she said, "Hi," in a voice
that sounded only ten years old.
"Caitlin has told me
so much about you I feel I should know you."
Ashley either smiled or
grimaced. I couldn't tell which it was.
"But I obviously
don't know as much about you as I thought I did. She
looked back at Kat. "Any
Then Caitlin did
that amazed me. Her shoulders
straightened and I could just see the confidence flow into her from
somewhere. I'll never forget how she
looked at that moment. What she did next
was pretty memorable too.
"Mom, I explained it
to you. I know you don't approve, and I
know you don't understand. But the fact
is that things happened and they can't be made to un-happen.
We need to find a way to move forward.
I won't let this destroy our family.
It's too precious. Nobody
got hurt. You need to figure out what
you're going to do, so the rest of us
can figure out what we're going to
hurt? Are you sure about that,
I'm telling you nobody got hurt. Ash
and Em are right here. You can ask them if
you want to, but I know
what they're going to tell you. They're
going to tell you that Uncle Bob did something very nice for them.
He answered all kinds of questions we
couldn't have gotten answered any other way."
"What about me?!"
"Did it ever occur to anybody that maybe all this hurt
yelled Caitlin back.
"How could what we did possibly hurt
Hannah didn't answer.
Instead she turned to me again.
"I am so pissed
off at you right now!"
And then she stormed out
of the front door.
It wasn't so long ago you
were reading about how the three musketeers and I were frolicking
having a sexual romp through life and living it up on an emotional,
So you'd have thought
the four of us would have banded together, to succor each other in this time of distress. I mean it hadn't all been just sex. There had been some real, emotional bonds formed between me and the girls.
But the human condition
tends to cause us to center on ourselves, and our own problems first,
helping out the other guy later. Maybe I'm getting cynical
in my "old" age.
I'll tell you what didn't
happen when Hannah stormed out of the house.
What didn't happen was that there was no huddle to determine how
calm her down, to placate her, to help her understand that what had
was positive, rather than negative.
To seduce her, in a
Oh, I don't mean
of course. If plans were lined up
waiting to be used, that one would be plan ZZZ.
But convincing someone to leave their current platform of
come over to your way of thinking is a form of seduction.
That's what didn't
Instead, as I mentioned
before, we tended to reflect on our own problems.
"My folks are going
to just kill me," whined Emma.
"I am so dead
too," groaned Ashley. "What if I'm pregnant?"
"What if I'm
pregnant too?" gasped Emma.
"I hope I am
pregnant!" said Caitlin,
stubbornly. "Then she won't be able to keep us apart!"
"Calm down," I
said sternly. "Nobody's
pregnant." At least I sure hoped
nobody was pregnant. The world was topsy
turvy enough as it was, without that particular hot potato being tossed
Caitlin, looking at Emma. "How
could you be pregnant? We were careful
all night long."
Emma actually blushed.
"Not exactly," she
admitted. "I was the only one who
didn't know what it felt like, so I woke him up early this morning."
"Well it wasn't
fair," argued Emma.
"Girls!" I said,
again sternly. I guess I thought
sounding stern would make me seem more adult, and less like the
seventeen-year-old in me who had gleefully mounted three girls in one
night. "This isn't helping."
help," sighed Caitlin.
"Maybe not, but this
will blow over," I said. "She
can't stay mad forever. This time next
year it will all be forgotten."
I have to wait a whole year before things can
get back to normal?" Caitlin's voice
honey," I said, soothingly.
"You always go home, and it's always a year before you come
"Yes, but that was
before I knew how wonderful it was to
sleep with you. I mean I hoped
it would be wonderful, but now
it's different. Now I know it's
"I feel the need to
point out that you probably wouldn't have come back next year anyway,"
said. "I mean you're a senior.
You're going to graduate and go to college,
and meet a nice young man. In a few years
all this will be is a fond memory."
I said what was, to me, obvious.
But the look on her face was one of building thunder clouds.
"At least I hope it will be
fond," I added, uncomfortably.
"Are all men
idiots?" she asked, staring
straight at me.
"What are we going to
do?" moaned Emma. "I know
she's going to call my parents and tell them what happened."
"Maybe," I said.
"But what if she does?
You are a big girl now, Emma. And
your parents know, even if it makes them nauseous,
that someday you'll become
"What if they kick me
out?" she asked. "My dad is
like that, you know. He's always telling
me that when I turn 18 he's going to remodel my room and make it into a
room for Mom. What if he decides that
because I wanted to act grown up, he's going to treat me
I minored in philosophy
college. I thought it would get me
women, because they'd assume I was a deep thinker or something.
I was young.
And guys have tried much nuttier things than that to attract
But I had gotten
to be a deeper thinker because of that course of study,
and the philosopher in me thought about how much time could be spent
what Emma had just said. I didn't
she'd be up for such a discussion, though.
"If they kick you
out, you can move in with me," I said, figuring that would calm her
down. I didn't think she was going to
get kicked out.
The drowning victim grasped desperately for
the life ring I'd just thrown her.
"Now wait just a
fucking minute!" snapped Caitlin.
"You can't live with
"Why not?" asked
Emma. "I love him."
"It's just a
crush," I said, as warning klaxons started going off in my brain.
"No ... I believe
I'm the one who loves him," said
Caitlin, her voice full of danger.
"We all fucking
love the fucking son of a
bitch," growled Ashley, and all three of us turned to stare at her.
Potty mouth during sex was one thing, but
Ashley never used that kind of
language outside of bed.
I think she looked a
little surprised at herself, but she obviously had the floor, so she
"It doesn't matter
who's in love with him. What are we
going to do about your mother?" She
looked at Caitlin as she uttered the last few words.
"I have no
idea," said Kat. "She's acting
"Gee ... you think
so?" I asked, sarcastically.
"No, I mean it.
I've seen her mad. I've
seen her really mad. But
seen her mad like this."
"What does that
mean?" asked Ashley.
"I don't know,"
said Caitlin, frowning. "It's hard
to explain. I've just never seen her act
like she's been this morning."
"She's never found
out her brother was porking her daughter before," I pointed out.
"That sounds so
crass," objected Caitlin.
"None the less, that
may be how she's thinking about it," I said.
"What about me?"
asked Ashley. "If my parents kick
me out, can I come live with you too?"
"Nobody's living with
"Why not?" asked
Ashley, unfazed by Caitlin's outburst.
"You'll be in California.
What do you care?"
"Because he's mine!"
she shot back.
"Like your mother is
ever going to let that happen,"
snorted Ashley. "I know we talked
about it and all that, but we also talked about all of us having his
baby. You still think that's a
I felt like I'd been hit with a cattle
prod. "What are you talking
Ashley waved one hand at
me like I was a bothersome fly.
"We used to lie
around at night and talk about how cool it would be if we all had your
got to raise them together and all that.
It was just girl stuff."
"No it wasn't,"
said Caitlin. "I meant it
when I said I wanted to marry
him and live with him."
"And you think that
will ever happen now? Come on,
Caitlin. We have to grow up some
"But I love him,"
said Caitlin, who was
suddenly tragic again.
"Me too," said
Ashley, calmly. "I love him so much
I let him bust my cherry. But right now
all the love in the world isn't going to solve the problem.
We have to figure out what to do about your
"I don't know what we
can do," moaned Kat.
"One thing we can do
is to convince her that the other parents don't need to become involved
this," said Ashley.
"Well, you can stop
worrying about that," said Hannah's voice, as she stepped out of the
kitchen, giving all four of us a near heart attack.
Her presence was so
powerful that all four of us stepped away from her.
It was only a shuffle, and we only went six
or so inches, but all of us moved.
"How'd you get in
there?" asked Caitlin, confused.
"The back door was
open," said Hannah.
"What are you doing
in there?" asked her
"Listening to the
four of you."
came from both Emma and Ashley, and it was said as if they practiced
together for hours.
"To see what you
would say when I wasn't in the room," said Hannah.
"I wanted to see how you acted ...
normally." Her voice suggested that
the word "normal" wasn't her first choice. The
philosopher in me got that.
Her pronouncement was met
Which wasn't normal for
this particular group.
Which proved that her
thought process was sound.
"I'm not going to
tell your parents," she said.
"As Bob said, you're over the age of consent, and what you do
him is none of my business."
"How about me?"
asked Caitlin, hopefully.
ridiculous," said Hannah.
Caitlin started to argue,
but her mother held up a hand to stop her.
She looked at me.
"We need to
I didn't want to do that. But I'd
said I'd do anything, and if that
meant endure a verbal caning, then so be it.
In fact, if that was all that happened, I'd be lucky.
"Okay," I said.
She looked at each of the
Again, it was silent.
I wanted to believe that the musketeers
preferred to stay there to defend me, and that their silence was a
resistance to abandoning me.
"Where should we
go?" asked Emma, suddenly, and it was clear that's what she'd been
thinking about the whole time. My
welfare hadn't even been on the menu, much less chosen.
"Girls your age love
the mall ... isn't that right?" asked Hannah. She
said it gently, but she couldn't have put
more emphasis on the age of the girls if she'd rented a billboard
each one's birthday.
"The mall doesn't open until ten," said Ashley, completely missing the point.
"You can stand there and wait," said Hannah, her voice dangerous.
Caitlin was cut off by a slashing hand.
"I'm pretty pissed
off right now at you too, young lady.
How about you just do what I say for now."
She stood, obviously
waiting for the girls to leave. She
glared at them, which got them moving.
Three minutes later I was alone in the house with my sister.
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