Notes from the authors:

This is the eighteenth chapter of “The Jennings Family.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.

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The Jennings Family

by “Brad Gillespie” and “Tucson Daddy”

Chapter 18:

When The Cat's Away…

Tim had just walked into the dorm room, and dropped his backpack onto his desk, when he heard the soft sobbing. It didn't connect at first, the sound was so low, he could have missed it. Looking at Carmen's bed, he saw her lying in a fetal position, knees drawn up to her chest.

Rushing to her, he sat down on the bed and touched her arm. She jerked, surprised by his touch, but didn't slow her tears, nor did she look at him.

“Honey,” said Tim, trying to pull her out of her contorted position. She fought back not wanting to move. “Carmen, sweetheart. What is it? Why are you crying?”

Hearing his voice, she slowly turned onto her back, looked up at him, and said between sobs, “It's my mom.”

“What? What is it? Is she OK? What?”

“Oh, Tim,” she cried out, pulling him to her. “My mom… she… mom is in the hospital. I'm so afraid!” Then she began sobbing again.

“Carmen, you need to talk to me. Please,” Tim begged. He found the box of tissues on her nightstand and handed her a few.

Gradually her sobbing declined to the point she could speak coherently. “I got a call, just awhile ago, from daddy. He said mom collapsed and they took her to the hospital. She's there now, in a coma. Nobody knows anything.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks stained from the tears. “I'm just so scared. What if she dies?” She pulled herself against Tim's chest and resumed crying.

Tim held her and rocked slowly back and forth, as though calming a child, until she began to relax.

“Let me get you a washcloth and a glass of water. Don't move.” Tim laid her back onto the bed and rose. Taking a clean cloth, he held it under the water, then squeezed the excess from it. Next, he found a glass that looked clean enough from the table, and filled it with water.

Returning to her, she first took the glass and drank from it. Tim lifted her face to look into her eyes, and began to softly wipe away the tears and their tracks on her cheeks.

“There!” he exclaimed, admiring his work. “That's better.”

She smiled and Tim grinned. “Thanks, I feel better too. You're a sweetheart.” She kissed his cheek, but stayed upright.

Tim pulled a chair over, so he could hold her hand and look at her. “Tell me again. What about the phone call?”

Carmen began to speak, and continued to take sips of water from the glass as she did. “Daddy called, but I could barely tell that it was his voice. He was trying not to cry as he told me about the accident.

“Mom must have slipped or tripped on her way down the stairs and hit the bottom hard. Dad heard her cry out, then the thuds as she hit each step.

“By the time he got to the stairs, she was all crumpled up like a rag doll, he said. She didn't say anything when he spoke to her. All he could think was ‘911!’

“The ambulance arrived quickly, and the EM's said she was stable, not to worry. Falls like this look and sound bad, but don't generally turn into tragedy.

“He was so rattled that when the ambulance pulled away, he just stood there, not moving. The neighbor's son, who's home from his university, saw Daddy and helped him into the house. Then he volunteered to drive him to the hospital.”

As she finished her narrative, she turned to look Tim in the eyes. “I've got to go home,” she said. “I've got to leave right now. Can you help me?”

“Sure,” said Tim. “Anything I can do. Just tell me.”

“I need to pack.” She moved to the closet and pulled out her travel suitcase, not the huge one.

“You need a ride to the airport, and a ticket,” Tim told her. “I'll take care of those while you pack.”

Carmen was so lost in the fog of her mother's injury that she didn't hear him. Tim picked up his phone, dialed a number, and waited for it to ring.

“Hello,” came the reply.

“Hi, Jeff. I've got an emergency, and you're the only one I know that has a car. All my friends are on foot. I…”

Jeff's voice cut him off. “Of course, I can drive you. What's the matter? Are you OK?”

Tim briefly described Carmen's mother's injuries and wanting to go home.

“That's terrible,” said Jeff sympathetically. “I can be at your dorm in, uhm… fifteen minutes.”

“Make it thirty. Park and come on up. Carmen's packing, and I have to get online for a ticket. Thanks a million, Jeff. I owe you for this.”

“You sure do, and I collect interest.” He hung up.

He looked for Carmen to tell her they had a ride, but she was not in the room. Probably a trip to the potty. Tim's computer was booted up. He quickly typed in the travel organization he always used for this, and began a search for a flight out tonight. He was entering information into the window when Carmen returned. She was wearing her robe, and her hair was wet.

“I needed a shower to cool me down,” she explained.

“Good news, honey,” crowed Tim. “I called a friend for a ride to the airport, and I've got you a ticket out in two hours. We can make it with time to spare. Take a look at this,” he said, moving aside so she could see the monitor.

“Tim, thanks so much for doing all this. I don't know what I would have done without you,” she said, standing up and hugging him. “I'm packed. All I need to do now is get dressed.”

While she dressed, Tim found her credit card and booked the flight. Replacing it in her purse, he said. “It's done. I'll check my email for your flight information. You'll need it at security.” A few minutes later, Tim's printer spit out two pages. He picked them up, briefly scanned them, and handed them to Carmen. “Put these in your luggage.”

She took them, opened a zipper compartment on the side of her bag, and put it in. “OK, I think I'm ready to go,” she said, looking sad. Putting her arms around Tim's neck, she kissed him properly. Instantly he felt his cock respond, but he knew this was neither the time nor place. Fortuitously, their embrace was interrupted by a knock, then the knob turned, and Jeff entered.

“Here I am,” he announced. “Your taxi service.”

Carmen turned, and gasped, “Doctor Andrews! You? You're driving me to the airport?”

“Yes, I am.”

She looked at Tim. “You called Doctor Andrews?” She felt that she was missing something. How often did the head of the department offer to drive a student to the airport?

Tim nodded. “He was the only one I know who has a car on campus.”

“What time does your plane leave, Carmen?” Jeff asked conversationally.

“I… uhm… Tim, do you have… No. Here it is.” She pulled the schedule from her bag, looked at it briefly, and handed it to Jeff. He too checked it, handed it back to her, and said, “Let's get moving.”

Moments later, they were in Jeff's Mercedes, cruising down the main street of town on their way to the airport. With the light traffic, they arrived at the municipal airport within 20 minutes. Tim carried her bag into the departing flights, helped her get her e-ticket, and kissed her good-bye.

“Call me when you get home,” he said to her, as she turned to walk down the concourse. He somehow felt that this was truly good-bye, not just farewell.

Tim walked back to the waiting area, where Jeff was sipping a cup of coffee.

“All done and on her way, is she?” he asked.

“Yep, Gone. I think forever.” he said sadly. “I do love her, but I can't see this as a quick thing. She'll fall behind in her studies, if she's gone long.”

“That's the way of university life,” said Jeff. Taking Tim's hand, he said, “Do you have some time you can spare to repay me for the wear and tear on my car?”

Tim grinned and said, “An hour or two, I think.”

The return trip to town was done in record time. Pulling into Jeff's parking place, they went through the front and directly to Jeff's bedroom.

Tim was feeling slightly guilty, when his girl friend's plane had not yet cleared university airspace and he was going to bed with his father's boy lover.

Neither of them wasted any time with preliminaries, but stripped right down to bare skin. Once naked, Jeff took over in directing their lovemaking. This didn't bother Tim at all. He saw it as a learning curve, where one day he would be the older. Maybe sooner than he realized, with Ben or Scotty.

He was kneeling before Jeff's hard cock, which begged to be licked and sucked.

“You are very good at this. If there were an Olympic event in cock sucking, you'd come in first place.” Jeff assured him. Looking down, his lust was ignited, as it always was, watching Tim's mouth service him.

Tim had learned to love the taste and feel of a man's hard dick, yet was delighted each time he did this for Jeff. The thoroughly masculine smell of his body further ignited his passions for this act on this man.

He was giving Jeff's prick the full treatment. First, he engaged the cock head slowly, licking the tip, driving Jeff crazy. Then his shaft, long tongue strokes up from balls to tip and back. Until Jeff was in ecstasy, demanding more and more of his mouth, ready for the grand finale. He could stand it no longer, pulled Tim to his feet, and pushed him onto the bed.

Once again, Tim found himself beneath Jeff, spreading his cheeks for easier access to his pucker. His ass belonged to Jeff, and he was willing to give it to him any time.

As Jeff's thick cock sank into Tim's love tunnel, they both groaned in satisfaction. It had just broken past the muscle, when Tim's back arched in pleasure knowing that, in a moment, he would feel the entire length press into his depths.

“Oh, gawd, Jeff. Fill me,” Tim heard his voice plead. He loved the feel of that thick rod pushing into his anus, filling him, impaling him. His pace matched that of Jeff's. In a moment they were in mutual fuck, one pushing, the other pulling satisfying each other. Each cried out his ejaculation was nigh and each came in his own time. Afterward, they lay still connected allowing their mutual sweat to stream off of their bodies. They both lay quietly, passion spent, until they drifted off to sleep.

Tim didn't know how long they'd slept, when he was awakened by the musical tone of his cell phone. He reached for it on his night stand, and found nothing. It rang again. Realizing where he was, he was completely awake. Scrambling from the bed, stumbling over dropped clothing, he found the phone and answered it.

“Hello,” he said, trying to sound awake and alert. It was Carmen. She was calling to say she'd arrived and was at the hospital.

“How is she?” Tim asked about her mom.

“She's out of her coma. Just like the EMT told dad. She's going to be all right. They want to keep her today, and she can probably go home tomorrow.” The relief in her voice eased Tim's fears.

“How's your dad taking this?”

“He's almost giddy. When I got to the hospital, he looked so sad, but now…” she paused to say something to another person in the room. “Anyway, daddy's OK too.”

“Great,” Tim replied. “Glad to hear all is better.”

“Honey, I've got to go. Just wanted you to know we're OK here. I love you. Bye.” And she was gone.

Jeff was awake, he had been watching the conversation, but hearing only the one side of it. Tim's voice and body language told him Carmen and her family were OK.

Tim disconnected, put his phone down, and turned back to the bed.

“So all is well, I take it?”

“Yep. Her mom is awake and lucid. She'll be in the hospital overnight for observation. Maybe go home tomorrow. It's a relief to know they are all fine.”

Jeff's hand was exploring Tim's erection. “I'm relieved to know that you are ready to go again. My turn now.” He laughed as Jeff's mouth took his cock, and began licking and sucking drawing sighs from him.

“Mmm… So good.” Jeff's stiffening cock was within arm's length, too great a temptation for Tim to ignore. He wrapped his fingers around it, and began to stroke. This caused Jeff to suck harder and faster. In a moment, cum shot from Tim's cock, coating Jeff's tongue. Their groans of satisfaction were mutual.

Jeff released Tim's softened cock, to reverse himself, and pressed his lips to Tim's. They shared the warm, sticky reward, swirling it around their tongues before swallowing. Their mouths parted; each gazed into the other's eyes. The growing affection each felt seemed to show there.

Tim lay in Jeff's arms, the warm glow of a sensual explosion gradually fading. They talked, or rather, Jeff did mostly. Tim had asked him about Bob. Once he started telling of their affair, he was hard to stop. Tim enjoyed all the stories, feeling a sense of deep loss. What if his bio dad had lived? Would they have been lovers? When asked, Jeff said, “I'd give it an 83% chance.”

The assurance that he might have been his dad's boy lover warmed his heart. With this mellow feeling, he bid farewell to Jeff, thanking him for taking Carmen to the airport.

“Since your girlfriend's not going to be around for awhile, maybe we could have more time together,” Jeff suggested.

“Maybe even a night,” answered Tim, pulling his shoes on. “I do have my own homework.”

Fully dressed, he turned as Jeff was getting out of bed. “I'll see you to the door. The back one this time.”

At the door, Jeff opened it a crack, before pulling Tim to him for a hot, tongued kiss. He left smiling happily.


He was back in his dorm room, checking the mini fridge to see what was available for a snack. His phone pinged signifying a text. It was from Carmen, telling him that she and her dad were on their way home. The neighbors had invited them to dinner, so she and he would spend the evening with them. “I love you!!!!!” she ended.

Tim smiled. She was gone less than a day and he missed her already. The room seemed empty without her, depressing even.

He pulled out his books to study, but after half an hour of staring at pages, he was unable to focus. His thoughts kept drifting to Carmen.

“It was no use,” he thought. Closing up his books, he decided to head off campus to a local bar. Maybe find some friendly chat over a beer.

Inside, the place was filled with students and local people. Looking around, he saw a hand waving. It was a face he'd seen many times. He waved back and headed over.

“Hi, Fran. You here all alone?” he asked.

“Yeah, she sighed. “I need a little booze to take the edge off of my life.”

“Problems?” he asked

“Not really problems, just lonely. My roommate's out of town, and I'm all alone in my room.”

An alarm bell went off in Tim's head. “No! Don't listen to her!” it said in what sounded like Carmen's voice.

But he did.

That's how, 20 minutes later, he was lying naked in bed with an equally naked Fran, her mouth firmly encasing his very hard prick. He felt himself approaching the edge.

“No! Stop, Fran. I'm gonna cum!”

She went from between his thighs to stretch out on her back. He moved between her open legs. Her pussy looked soooo welcoming!

“Tim,” she breathed huskily. “Fuck me!”

She was very wet. As his tip kissed her lips, he slid right in. She gasped as his thickness stretched her tunnel. “Oooo!” she growled through clenched teeth. Her legs came around his waist, holding him in. “Give me that cock!” He felt her shiver.

Pulling slowly back, she moaned. “Oh, gawd! So good.” He moved back in more quickly this time, then out once more. She was gasping. In seconds, he was thrusting steadily into her, slamming his balls against her ass cheeks. Her moans and demands becoming more vocal.

“Mph! Mph! Mph! Ooooo! Fuck me. Just a little more. Yes, like that. Come on, you bastard. I need your cock. Fill…,” Her cries stopped dead as she climaxed. Her body tensed, her finger nails dug into his back, and she cried out in one long wail.

Tim continued to pound her pussy for a moment, then he too came. Once, twice, thrice. Seconds later he slumped atop her breathing hard.

After a few minutes, when their panting slowed to a minimum, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips. “That is one nice cock, Tim. Better than…” Suddenly she stopped and asked, “Isn't Carmen your girlfriend?”

“Yes, she is, and she's gone home. Emergency.”

Fran began to giggle. “Aren't we the ass holes! The cats went away and we mice played.”

Tim felt embarrassed. She was right. The woman he loved had left town, was worried over her mom's accident, and what did he do? Fucked the girl next door. Yet he couldn't help laughing along with her.

“We are, aren't we?”

“Tell you what, Tim. You got a real nice cock, and I'm willing to keep fucking, if you are. OK?”

“I don't know, Fran. You're beautiful, and I like you, but…”

“Oh, you're not one of those rare guys who wants to be in love first, are you?”

“Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No, silly. I'm kidding you. Look, it's no strings. It beats the hell out of masturbating. And you're damn good at it. OK. If you want, I'm here.”

“Why don't we sleep on it?” he suggested.

“You're going to stay the night with me? Oh, you beautiful man.”

They snuggled together, gradually drifting off to sleep.