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This is Chapter 13 of my story about a lonely boy who finds that family can be where you find it. If you haven't read the previous chapters they are in my story archive here.
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It was gathering dusk when Mr. A walked me over to Emily and Dave's. My overnight gear was very different from any other sleepover I'd ever attended. I brought my toothbrush like always but no pajamas or change of underwear for the morning. This time the only other thing I brought was the small bottle of Astroglide Mr. A had provided for me.
I reflected as we walked how weird it was that this adult knew exactly why I was going there and vice-versa. Mr. A was going to fuck a woman who was not his wife and I was going to do as much as I possibly could with that woman's son. We were both there for pure carnal pleasure, each of us hooking up with a gorgeous stranger who was massively hot for us.
It was downright surreal.
I was stunned when we approached the motel building and began climbing the stairs.
"They're staying in a regular motel room?"
"Yes, Finley Cooper. I myself was surprised when Dave brought me here last night."
"But... does that mean there's only one bedroom?"
"Yes, Fin," he said. "But do not be embarrassed. Everyone already knows what everyone else is doing, yes? If you do not wish to see then do not look. Emily and I do not mind if you look, however." With a chuckle he added, "You may have noticed that Emily is not shy."
Mr. A knocked and the door instantly opened, like Emily had been waiting with her hand on the knob. She grinned and threw her arms wide open.
"Hello!" she called. "Here's our two handsome men!" Charles peeked out from behind her, not like a shy little boy but just because she commanded the whole doorway.
Emily wore a silky almost-see-through gown sort of thing draped over her shoulders, open in front leaving a full view of her lovely small breasts and her little triangle of pubic hair. She reminded me of Kelly in those ways but that's pretty much where it ended. Emily exuded a completely comfortable grownup sexuality while Kelly had been an excited kid having sex-play just like we were.
Mr. A stepped into the room and immediately pulled Emily into his embrace, kissing her fully and deeply on the mouth. I watched her melt into him and passionately return his kiss, then grope downward to find and squeeze his long thick cock.
They had certainly not wasted any time.
Charles nudged me as if I needed this brought to my attention. His naughty grin spread as Mr. A's big member stretched and inflated. In only a few seconds it stood out long, thick and steel-hard, Emily's hand barely able to encircle it.
Boy, I thought his thing was big when it was soft! I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
He shuffled her backward, never breaking their kiss, until Emily bumped into the bed and fell back upon it. She pulled Mr. A along on top of her, kissing him with such primal intensity their lips must have hurt. She tried to wiggle out of her flimsy gown and Mr. A fumbled to help.
"C'mon," Charles whispered. "Let's get closer." He took my hand and his squeeze felt nice, somehow intimate in a way I'd never sensed before. I barely knew Charles but his touch felt like something special just for me.
Still I hesitated, feeling like I was intruding on a moment meant only for the grownups. Charles gave me a reassuring look and I let myself be pulled to the bedside.
"It's OK," he whispered. "She likes when we watch as long as we're quiet."
I remembered Mr. A saying he didn't mind either and so I stepped closer. My own dick was pounding hard and so was Charles'.
Emily pulled away long enough to gasp, "Play with me, Olaf. Play with my clit."
Mr. A slipped his hand between their bellies and a second later a contented smile spread across Emily's face. They went on kissing with Mr. A's hand between them until she broke away and gasped, "Eat me, baby. Get me good and ready!"
Charles grinned excitedly as Mr. A slipped down the bed and brought his face between the woman's open thighs. He made sounds like feeding time at the zoo while she alternately tensed and relaxed and ran her fingers through Mr. A's thick blond locks. I jumped a little when I felt Charles' hand close around my boner.
I was massively turned on and grabbed his in return. It was barely bigger than mine even though he was a year older but damn it was rock-hard. I wanted to suck it more than anything.
I smiled at him and pulled him by the cock, nodding toward his bed across the room but he shook his head and whispered, "Wait. I gotta see him put it in her."
Mr. A climbed up on top of Emily, their eyes laser-focused. She raised her legs and gripped his sides with her knees while he firmed up his kneeling stance on the bed. With the naughtiest smile I ever saw Emily growled, "Now, Olaf. Fuck me now!"
Charles ducked and positioned himself for a better view and I did the same. Inches before my eyes Mr. A took his thick red meat in one big hand and began swiping its engorged purple head up and down Emily's wide-open and equally ready slit. His bulbous cockhead quickly became shiny and I remembered from my one time with Ronnie that girls make their own lube. He moved his cock up and down searching for the opening.
"There!" Emily cried. "Do it, Olaf, do it!"
She gasped as the big cockhead spread her open and began to sink inside. Mr. A groaned his own pleasure as Emily's gasp turned into a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. More and more of the huge prick disappeared into her and she thrashed her head side-to-side, crying out in what could have been pain but sounded a lot like pleasure.
"Fuck that's a big dick," Charles whispered in wonderment, squeezing mine. "Look at that!"
As if I could look at anything else.
Deeper and deeper he plowed, pausing a few seconds now and then to let her adjust and take a breath. Finally when it was almost completely inside Emily moaned and said, "OK, baby. Give it to me good."
Mr. A began to move his hips, slowly at first back and forth, pulling about two inches out of her and then thrusting more forcefully back in. After three strokes he had it all inside her, pulling back further each time and thrusting it in ever harder and faster. In thirty seconds he was deep-fucking her like a steam engine, that big thick cock making sucking and squishing sounds in her juices. They started to pant and moan in sexy counterpoint.
"Now, Fin," Charles whispered, pulling me over to his bed. "I want you now."
He pushed me back on the bed and was on my cock before I even stopped bouncing. His mouth felt like Heaven as he tickled and slurped me. I'd had some really good head from Veed and Joel but they paled in comparison to this oral expert. Charles was born for it.
The blowjob went on a long time and he alternated techniques to keep me guessing. I came very close to cumming twice but he slowed down each time and staved it off. Meanwhile the sounds of the grownups' energetic fucking filled the room and piqued my excitement. The whole place smelled like sex.
When Charles finally took me over the top I came really hard, maybe harder than any other time since my very first sex with Veed. He rode me all the way through it, even after I stopped bucking my hips and my breathing slowed to almost normal. I regained my wits enough to realize that Mr. A was still slamming his big cock into Emily's pussy as she cried out in orgasm.
"Oh shit, Olaf!" she gasped. "Oh yeah, baby! Fill me up with your cum!"
Mr. A slammed in a final time and held himself there, his ass muscles clenching over and over and I knew he was firing sperm deep into her. I remembered what Veed told me about sperm and babies and I was shocked that Emily didn't seem to care if Mr. A put a baby in her. Maybe she wanted him to.
I wondered what it looked like, this stuff called sperm, and despite myself I couldn't help wondering what it tasted like. Yucky according to Charles, but now that the question was in my head I knew I needed to find out for myself.
But not that night; not Mr. A's. That would be just too weird.
Charles bounded off the bed again and whispered, "Wait til you see when he pulls it out!" and hurried back to his optimum viewing position next to their bed. I was confused but followed just as Mr. A backed out of her.
His long, well-worn penis pulled out with a sucking sound, a whole gush of grayish white fluid coming with it and dripping from Emily's equally well-worn orifice.
There was really a lot of it.
Emily softly laughed and squeezed her muscles to force even more of the stuff out of her. I knew nothing about men's ejaculations but by her and Charles' reactions I knew that this must have been extraordinary. I flashed on some guy — decidedly not Mr. A — shooting this goop into my mouth and I actually retched a little. I decided I was in no hurry to try a grown man's sperm.
There was still fluid trickling out of Mr. A's cock as he settled back atop Emily and they resumed their making out. It was then it struck me that he had not said a single word since we arrived. He was letting his magnificent body do the talking.
Charles pulled me back to his bed and whispered into my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you now, Fin. Would you like that?"
I deliberated for about a microsecond. So far I had submitted completely to Charles, letting him pull me back and forth like a puppet, and it had resulted in one of the best orgasms of my life. I smiled and eagerly nodded.
He placed a pillow dead center in the bed and said, "Lie down on it like you're going to fuck it."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I remembered when Veed took me this way and how great it felt, how he touched something special way deep inside and a different kind of feeling bloomed and grew stronger and stronger until my orgasm exploded like dynamite.
I needed that feeling again.
I took my position and angled my hips just the way Veed had taught me. Charles climbed onto the bed and straddled me, a greasy finger finding my hole and quickly and expertly lubing me up.
He had obviously done it many times.
He raised himself and spread my cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, and one second later his stiffness pierced me in a single thrust all the way to the bottom.
Before I could even gasp, before I could even register that his cock had forced my hole open, I felt his dick-tip touch that same special place all the way inside. Without a second's hesitation Charles began to thrust into me deep and hard and fast, tapping that spot over and over and completely overpowering the initial shock. He fucked like an animal.
He fucked like Mr. A.
"Aughhhh!" I finally managed to vocalize after five or six deep pumps. "Oh my God, Charles!"
"That's it, baby!" Emily urged. "Fuck him! Fuck him hard!"
"Shit, Fin," came Charles' high voice right in my ear. "God you're a great fuck! I knew it! I just knew it!"
"Oh Charles!" I moaned again. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Charles pounded and pounded on top of me with the same fast pace and fierce power. I lost track of how many thrusts, how much time had passed. We were together in a tiny little two-boy universe where nothing else mattered except this amazing sex.
Suddenly I was there. The feeling from deep inside flashed huge in one second like a blinding white light. Incoherent cries of ecstasy came from the depths of my soul and my body wracked and thrashed. He was buried all the way in me and just held himself still while my butthole gripped him like an eagle's talon. I clenched and spasmed around his wonderful hardness until everything had flowed out of me and I collapsed with my face against the mattress and my body limp across the pillow.
It took me a long time to notice that he wasn't bucking and spasming. His cock was rock-hard as ever and simply held me there pinned beneath him.
He hadn't cum. He was waiting while I enjoyed mine.
"You're fantastic," Charles whispered into my ear, and then he began to move again.
He was gentle this time, pumping me slow, steady and shallow. He swung into an easy, comfortable rhythm that I somehow knew I could take for a long time, and with a start I realized that was exactly what I wanted: for him to keep on fucking me just like this for a very long time. Charles' dick was exactly the right size, a little slimmer than Veed's so it didn't stretch me too much but long enough to reach that magical spot inside and make me erupt like a volcano.
On and on he fucked, whispering sweetly in my ear how wonderful I was and how sexy I was and how he loved to fuck me. I knew it was what he said to every boy but I also knew that he absolutely meant it. Charles loved boys to his very core and he really thought every single one was beautiful and sexy and special. His heart was big enough for all of us.
Emily's voice was soft and sexy when she said from very close by, "Do you love Fin's ass, sweetheart? Is it the best ass you've ever fucked?"
"Yes Mommy," Charles gasped. "I love Fin's beautiful ass!"
"Do you want something too, baby, huh?" she cooed.
"Yes Mommy," he plaintively moaned. "You know what I like."
There was silence for a moment while Charles steadily reamed my hole and then he gasped and tensed up for a brief second.
"Oh yes, Mommy!" he moaned. "Deep in me Mommy! Put it deep in me!"
"That's my sweet, sexy boy," Emily purred. "Take Mommy's finger nice and deep."
"Ohhhh!" he moaned, his rhythm never wavering which meant Emily was matching his thrusts with her finger.
"Is this the spot, baby?"
"Oh yes, Mommy!" he cried. "Right there! Wiggle your finger like you do!"
Again there was silence except for the faint squish of Charles' dick pumping my ass and Emily's finger probing his. He was no longer whispering in my ear, only breathing heavily, and I felt his excitement climb.
"Oh Mommy!" he cried and began thrusting faster into me. "Oh Mommy I'm gonna cum!"
And then he did.
Charles rammed it into me eight or ten more times, his guts clenching and his hands gripping my shoulders. He shuddered and quaked for a long time, guttural moans escaping with every clench of his muscles. He came and came then finally stopped, still in me to the hilt and still rock hard.
He breathed hard into my ear and I wondered in small alarm if he was going to rest a moment and go again, but then he gasped, "Stop Mom. No more."
Emily backed away and picked up a small towel I hadn't noticed before, wiping the lube and whatever natural juice Charles had produced off of her hand. Charles backed out of me and I missed the warm fullness. I lay there a moment like a limp rag.
I felt a gentle hand on my back, rubbing and massaging me tenderly. It was lovely and soft and I realized it was Emily. Her hand massaged its way down to my butt.
"You didn't get to cum, did you Fin?"
"Not just then," I said, enjoying her rubbing my butt in concentric circles, squeezing the cheeks every couple of circles. "I did before though, real good."
"Let me help you have another one," she cooed in that same seductive voice she'd used with Charles. I stiffened when I felt her fingertip trace across my still-slick hole and involuntarily I squeezed it closed.
"What?" I cried in some alarm. Something felt fundamentally wrong but I wasn't sure what.
"You saw what it did for Charles," she urged. "I can do the same for you."
"I don't know..." I murmured uneasily. "It's kind of weird."
"Fin," Mr. A said from inches away, the first word he'd spoken since we got there. He was squatting next to the bed and he too placed a reassuring hand on my back.
"It is up to you, Fin," he said. "All people are the same, young and old, boys and girls, men and women. We all want to make human connection, we all want to be intimate, and we all want sex. Emily wants to make that connection with you but it is entirely your decision."
I was confused, frightened and really, really horny! Emily kept circling her fingertip around my butthole and I could not deny that my body craved penetration. It craved orgasm. My body made the decision for me, relaxing and opening for her.
With a sigh of satisfaction Emily slipped her finger into me. Slowly it snaked upward, not as thick as Charles' cock but longer, pushing deeper than anything had ever been. She could not only tap my special spot she could reach it fully, the pad of her fingertip covering the whole protuberance and wiggling deliciously. Immediately my little bud pulsed and vibrated my insides.
Nothing ever felt so good.
I was already stiff against the pillow but her touch made me swell even more. Without conscious thought my hips began to move and I was fucking the pillow, short thrusts that together with the finger stimulation made the magic feeling bloom. It built quickly and in two minutes I was straining and reaching for my cum.
"Oh God!" I wailed as the flood overtook me. I humped the pillow and her finger wiggled and the waves kept coming and coming. I came until my body just couldn't clench anymore and I collapsed, unmoving save for my heaving breath.
I woke up in the big bed nestled snugly between Emily and Mr. A. Their warm bodies were very comforting, very reassuring, and I felt like I used to when I was little and my parents let me sleep off a nightmare in their bed.
That was before I knew they didn't like me.
My head was turned toward Emily and the first thing I saw was her tit. Her small dark-brown nipple was erect as always and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed seeing it so close-up.
"You like my breasts, don't you, Fin?" she asked. "In fact you hardly ever look into my eyes because you're always looking there."
"I'm sorry," I said and tried to move away but her hand held the back of my head.
"No, no," she said kindly. "I like it. I like you, Fin, very much, and I like to give you whatever makes you happy. You can look at my boobs all day long if you like. You can touch them too. Go ahead, Fin. Touch my boobs. You know you want to, and I want you to."
Mr. A was right there but he wasn't saying anything. I wanted to look to him for guidance but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Emily's breasts.
"C'mon, Fin," she cooed in that voice that gets her everything she wants. She gently nudged my head closer to her tit. "Take my nipple. Put your mouth on it and give it a nice suck."
I thought furiously, knowing I wanted to but uncertain if I should. She wanted me to, and not only had she touched me first when she fingered my ass but right then her hand was between her legs masturbating.
It was hot as hell.
"Help me, Fin," she begged. "I can get off so good if you help me!"
I plunged down on her tit and she cried aloud in passion.
Even though it was clearly sex it didn't really register that way in my brain. I liked her tit — I liked all women's tits — but it wasn't sexual. I was happy for Emily that she would cum from it but that was immaterial to me. I was nursing at a Mommy's breast and that filled some need in me that I never knew I had.
I sucked and slurped her beautiful hard nipple, almost lost in my reverie. I remembered that this was sexual for Emily so I flicked my tongue across her sharp point and gave it a tiny, gentle bite the way Ronnie liked, earning a sharp intake of breath and a deep moan.
"I'm close, Fin!" she gasped. "Suck baby! Suck hard!"
I pulled on her flesh with all my suction and seconds later her hips bucked up from the bed and she came nearly as hard as she had with Mr. A.
I strongly suspected Emily always came really hard.
"Thank you baby!" she gasped as she bucked again with an aftershock. "Stop now, Fin. It's too sensitive."
I pulled away and we locked happy eyes together. I had sucked a real tit and made a grown woman cum. I felt great.
"Oh Charles!" I heard behind me in Mr. A's unmistakable Swedish baritone. "Keep doing that!"
I jerked upright and turned, completely unprepared for what I saw. Charles was on his hands and knees on the bed, gleefully sucking Mr. A's big purple knob. He could barely get the head into his mouth and just slid his lips up and down the very tip while jerking the big shaft with his hand.
Mr. A arched upward and groaned, his big balls squeezing. I knew he was cumming and I worried for Charles but at the exact right instant the boy pulled off just as the blast of white cream spurted. A glob of thick fluid jetted out and landed with a splash on the man's chest. Charles kept jerking and another shot squirted out, landing just inches below the first. Charles jerked him another thirty seconds until there was only dribbles of the stuff running down over his fingers.
"Oh my God, thank you, Charles," Mr. A said between heaving breaths. "That was wonderful. Thank you."
"Holy shit," I muttered, and Mr. A gave me his automatic disapproving face because he and Mrs. A didn't like cursing. They said it was vulgar.
Funny how sticking his cock in an eleven-year-old's mouth wasn't vulgar but me swearing about it was.
He must have also registered the absurdity of it because he softened his expression and gave me a nod that I took for an apology.
"What a massive dick!" Charles crowed. "That's the biggest one I ever sucked for sure! Dave has a big one but it's not this big."
I was beyond surprise at anything this family did.
"You should try it, Fin. Veed says you really suck good, so you could make Olaf happy all the time!"
I must have looked aghast at the suggestion because Charles' face turned down in surprise and regret.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I thought you'd want to."
I didn't answer. After a second Mr. A reached for me and said, "Come here to me, Fin. I wish to talk to you."
I let him take me under the arms and pull me into the crook of his neck, inches from his big, handsome, smiling face. My affection surged again for this man who had been the first to offer me friendship and acceptance into his family.
"I'll do that for you if you really want it," I offered in a small voice. "I'd do anything for you."
"You do not have to worry," he said, hugging me tightly. "I will never ask you such a thing. There is something called Family Fun, and some families such as Emily's can make it work. Things can become very complicated between parents and children however, especially when the children get older, so Brigitta and I have decided that we will not go that far, to the point of actual sex with our own children."
He looked deeply into my eyes and I saw endless depths of sincerity.
"In my heart you are my son," he said. "I love you, Finley Cooper."
It hit me like a sledge hammer, but the best and most welcome sledge hammer ever forged! I clutched him to me, crying tears of joy and smacking kisses on his cheek. With this wonderful man and his wonderful wife in my corner nothing bad could ever happen to me again.
Sunday was so great! It was our last full day at Sunshine Glen and it was so much fun! I started the day high as a kite with love for my new Papa. In fact I loved the whole world and it felt like the whole world loved me back!
After breakfast — French Toast, my favorite — a bunch of us kids decided to go down to the creek right where it fed into the lake. It was far enough from the grownups that we didn't have to worry about noise or too much supervision. The water was ankle-to-calf deep and just cold enough in the heat of August for a bunch of kids to splash and play and whoop and holler to their heart's content. It was only us younger kids too. There wasn't a boob or a pubic hair to be seen so the tweens were in charge!
We had so much fun I almost forgot to have sex.
Thankfully I was reminded by Veed. And Charles. And Joel. And this kid Michael and his brother Jack. And Hawley and his new friend Ryder, both eight years old and horny as fuck.
Every ten minutes or so somebody would make a carnal suggestion and I was in such a good mood that I always wanted to please them, so off we ran into this secluded cave sort of thing. Basically it was a pool of water with rocks all around and one that had an overhang like the mouth of a cave, but it only went back a couple of feet. Some kid called it a "grotto" but I didn't know what that meant until I got back home to my laptop and looked it up.
Turned out I really liked going to grottoes, especially with a boy or two (or three once) to knock off a quick one. I gave and received at least ten blowjobs that morning, most of them brief little I-suck-you-then-you-suck-me affairs with no climax.
One of them was my first little-kid BJ. Michael's kid brother Jack was not quite six years old but he loved loved loved to get sucked. He had a nice dick for such a little guy and I blew him the longest of anybody because his brother insisted that if I did it long enough he would cum. I wanted to see that so I kept at it and sure enough little Jack finally had a nice strong dry orgasm.
It was really cool.
After a fast lunch a bunch of us went swimming in the pool. There was this older girl there, like high school age, who was a diver on her school team. She was really strong and athletic, with a lot of muscles showing and hardly any tits. I imagined Ronnie looking like her in a few years. Anyway this girl was showing kids how to do simple dives, like a one-and-a-half and a back flip.
At first I couldn't really do anything, just went off feet-first and then head-first and finally let her teach me how to do a one-and-a-half. I didn't get all the way flipped the first time and smacked my face right on the water but once I got the hang of it it was fun and exhilarating, and I got so excited when I finally did one correctly I got a boner. It was OK though because almost every single boy diver had a boner too, even some older boys with big ones!
In a while the girl coach said to let some other kids have a chance so I went to sunbathe with Veed. Tim was with him, talking softly and kind of shutting up when I approached. I thought at first they were keeping something good from me and I got a little mad but Veed said no, that it was something I'd like a lot.
We went up to Tim's room — I guess his parents were out again — where they informed me that Tim had changed his mind about saving himself for girls and he was back in the boy-sex market. I guessed he wasn't getting anywhere with girls and he figured boys were better than nothing. Veed had told Tim that I wanted to blow him and taste his little drops of sperm like Charles had described to me.
"Now's your chance," he said, sitting on the edge of his bed and leaning back on his elbows with his legs wide open. His five-inch cock was a slightly bigger version of Veed's except it was circumcised and had a few thin strands of hair just above it. Eagerly I slipped to my knees before him and reached for it.
It was really hard and pulsed under my fingers. He was horny as hell.
"He must have mentioned it ten times while you were busy diving," Veed said. "Do you think he'll do it, Veed? Does he do it good, Veed? Will he really swallow my stuff, Veed?"
"Aw cut it out, man," Tim laughed at the teasing.
"This should answer your questions," I said and leaned in to take the lovely warm cockhead into my mouth.
I worked the tip for a while much the way Charles had worked Mr. A's the night before. It wasn't for the same reason; I could easily take Tim's whole dick right to the balls. It was because I'd never done it that way before and Tim's was the first cock of the day big enough to warrant it.
He moaned as I worked my way down the shaft until his cockhead poked ever-so-slightly into my throat. I liked that a lot and I started pumping my lips up and down the whole length of him, making him squirm and give little peeps of pleasure. It was so good that I almost forgot about the payoff that awaited me at the end.
"Almost, Fin," he huffed, precious little breath available for talking. He gasped and groaned and fucked upward between my lips. "When I tap your head," he was barely able to say, "pull back so it goes right on your tongue."
"Mmm-hmm," was all I could manage with my mouth full. I pumped five more times, ten more times, fifteen. I wondered if he'd ever get there.
The tap came on my head and I could tell by his body language that there was no time to spare. I pulled back as instructed and immediately Tim groaned and pushed up his hips. His cock pulsed and I tasted a tiny, strange slimy something. He pulsed again and there was a little bit more, but not as much as the first time. It was gone in an instant but I really liked what little I tasted. It was light and sweet and I could tell how much it thrilled him to shoot it. Tim continued to moan and grunt and pulse his way through the normal dry kind of orgasm I was used to and I gently sucked until he came down from what seemed like a truly amazing high.
"Whew!" he said, grinning down at me while I gave his cock a few parting licks. "Man, between you and Charles who needs girls!"
The resort threw a barbecue every Sunday evening with ribs and chicken and burgers on the grill, roasted sweet corn, salads and cole slaw and watermelon for dessert. They had cookies and stuff too but I liked watermelon and got so sticky with it I had to go rinse off at the outdoor shower on the adjacent pool deck. Yet another advantage of going naked!
Ronnie showed up with Kelly, looking a little fearful when Mrs. A saw them together but everything seemed fine and Kelly even sat with us to eat. She was as friendly and charming as ever and everybody liked having her there.
Veed took me aside to say that Ronnie had spent every minute Kelly wasn't on duty in the older girl's company, only returning for meals and back to the Chalet to sleep. I kind of didn't blame her. I thought Kelly was cool and she probably knew a whole lot of great things two girls could do in bed.
In fact Ronnie was in the middle of explaining something called "scissoring" when we heard Mr. and Mrs. A's voices rising in the family room, where they sat by the fireplace drinking wine. We all crept down the hall in shock and surprise because these two never fought.
I was shocked even more to find out it was over me!
"Yes, I know Brigitta," Mr. A defensively said. "We agreed not to tell him until his situation is more settled, but it felt necessary in the moment. He was very confused about Emily's incest with her children and more urgently, I did not want him to misinterpret my rejection of his sexual overture after accepting one from Charles."
"I understand that, Olaf, but now if his mother decides to take him away he'll feel the loss so much more!"
"I..." he stammered, "...was too emotional myself. My love for Fin simply burst out of me!"
"I know, Sötnos," she said, calming herself by pulling the blond hair away from her neck like she did when cooling off after exercise. "Humans are not good at controlling spontaneous emotional outbursts. However, we are the adults in Fin's life right now. We must always think of what is best for him!"
They still hadn't noticed us standing in the hallway listening. I didn't understand how this wonderful thing — finding a real Papa who loved me — could turn into this tense confrontation between husband and wife.
What could possibly be wrong with love?
"Oh!" Mrs. A exclaimed when she saw us. "What do we have here? Snoopers?"
Her attempt to make light of it fell flat and she knew it.
"It's not polite to eavesdrop, children," she said. "You know better."
"Mama?" Hawley hesitantly asked. "What's wrong?"
"These are grownup things that are not your business. Run along back to bed now."
"Perhaps," Mr. A jumped in, "this should be a family conversation at this point."
Mrs. A sighed and threw her hands up in futility. "Sure. Why not? The cat is out of the bag anyway."
I stepped up and looked into her eyes. "Mrs. A, is my Mom going to take me away?"
Her posture softened and I felt her compassion. "We honestly don't know, Fin," she said. "Unfortunately it makes sense that she might because she has to sell the house for the divorce."
"We are very hopeful, Fin," Mr. A added, "that the two of you will settle somewhere close by, in a condominium perhaps."
"I did point out to her that it would be good for you to stay in the same school district, and of course she knows how close you have become with our kids."
Alarm rose in my throat but Mrs. A spoke again before I could even ask the question.
"Not your relationship with Veed," she reassured me. "That is privileged information until you say otherwise, even after I stop being your therapist."
I was shocked again.
"What do you mean? Why would you stop?"
"I have to, Fin," she said. With a withering look at her husband she said, "Now that Olaf has spilled the beans you might as well know the other half of it. I love you too, Honey. I feel about you exactly the way I feel about my own children. In my heart I am your mother."
Elation filled me again. They both loved me! These two wonderful parents loved me like their own son! It was my fondest wish fulfilled, but then I remembered what she said about quitting as my therapist.
"But I want you to be my therapist," I said. "More than ever!"
"I know, Honey," she said with a sympathetic smile. "I want that too but the ethics of my profession won't allow it. Love is a very strong emotion and is sure to have an effect on my clinical assessments. That means I can't be objective when it comes to you. I'm too emotionally involved."
"But I don't want any other therapist. I trust you!"
"I'm very glad of that Fin, but I must do what's best for my patient and in this case that means referring you to someone else."
"Can't you just talk to me like my Mama?" I begged, getting emotional. "Mamas can help their kids, right? Give advice and stuff?"
"Hmmm," she muttered, considering. "I never thought you'd need drug therapy or to be admitted to a program, only outpatient talk therapy. You would need an actual doctor to give you those other things but anybody can talk."
She pondered several more seconds.
"OK," she said with finality. "I will enter into my notes that as of today you have chosen to end therapy and declined referral to another clinician. Officially you don't have a therapist."
"Yay!" I cheered and launched myself at her. She gathered me in and pressed my face into those wonderful tits.
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