The Families in Rossford
NEW YEARS EVE
CONCLUDED
How long, how looooong
will I slide?
Separate my side
I don’t, I dont believe its bad
Slittin my throat it’s all I ever had.
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I gotta take it on the other side...
“I don’t know who half these people are,” Elias said to his brother.
“Relax,” Bennett told him. “It’s just a New Year’s bash. This is our first one, bud.”
“Are you drunk?” Elias demanded.
Bennett smiled at him.
“Let me see that cup,” Elias demanded.
Bennett pulled away. “It’s so dark in here. How are you going to tell what I’ve got?”
“I can smell it, you idiot!”
Bennett grinned at his twin, his face blue in the blacklight, and then downed the cup then, setting it on the floor, crushed it.
“Not anymore.”
“God, you’re so stupid!”
“Bennett!”
Elias turned around, and he saw the girls coming toward them. He was annoyed by them already. That new one, in the middle, the Maggie one, he really couldn’t stand.
“We’ve been looking all over for you boys,” Maggie said, touching his shoulder and Elias shuddered, not even attempting to hide his disgust.
Bennett raised an eyebrow and jammed his hands in his pocket
“How can we help you ladies?”
Really, Bennett? Really?
Elias saw Maggie nudge Maris as the music rose higher and higher, and Maris came forward and said, “Like this.”
She took Bennett by the chin and kissed him, and at first his brother looked confused, and then Elias saw his brother’s hands rise up a little, his hands go around her waist. He fell into the kiss.
“I think this calls for seven minutes in heaven,” Maggie said.
“Don’t be a kid,” Maris said, separating from Bennett.
“By seven minutes in heaven,” Maggie clarified, “I meant however long you need in that back bedroom.”
“Oh, come on!” Elias cried, but Bennett murmured, “Shush, bro.”
How long, how long will I sliiiiiiide!
Separate my side
I dont, I dont believe its baaaa-aa-aad
Slittin my throat it’s all I ever...
Maris kissed Bennett again, and pulled him through the crowd while Maggie hooked her finger through Elias’s pinkie and pulled him away. The dark haired boy looked after his brother who had now disappeared into the crowd.
“Come on, Elias,” Maggie said. “I know what Maris likes, but personally, I think you’re the hot twin.”
“Thanks,” Elias said, rankled. “I have to make a call.”
He slipped out of the living room, looking for some private space. Two kids were making out in the foyer and Elias thought, That’s what Bennett is doing right now, and if everything goes well, then that’s where it will stop. Hopefully.
“I’m such a hypocrite,” Elias murmured, but he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
“Hello? Yeah. It’s me. Dylan? Could you guys come and get me?”
Lance Bishop arrived with Dylan. Elias met him on the porch.
“Where’s Bennett?”
“He’s back there. Somewhere,” Elias said. “With a girl.”
“Well, alright,” Lance started to move around Elias. “I’ll get him.”
“You can’t do that,” Dylan said. Pulling him by the elbow.
Lance looked at him.
“You can’t,” Dylan repeated. “And besides, it’s hypocritical. Whatever he’s doing with her. He’s older than we were.”
“Firstly,” Lance said, still looking dogged, “I don’t like the look of these people or this house. Secondly there was no way I could have given you an STD, and I definitely couldn’t have gotten you pregnant. So, no it’s not the same.”
“Look,” Elias said. “I’m the one who called, so… could we just go home?”
Dylan put an arm around Elias and led him down the porch steps saying, “Come on, Lance.”
Still looking back at the house, Lance followed.
“I didn’t mean to bother you guys,” Elias said. “I could have walked home. Or called my dad. I see that now.”
“It wasn’t a bother,” Lance turned around and told him. “You ever need us, call us. Well not me. I’m gone in two days. But, you know what I mean.”
Surprising himself, Elias chuckled.
“What?” Dylan said.
“It’s just I feel like I’m your kid or something, and Lance is the dad.”
Lance gave a hooked grin, but other than that just kept driving.
“I guess that makes me the wife?” Dylan said.
“It makes you the mom. Not like the lady, not like you’re girly. More like, you know, Dena. Or Claire.”
“A kickass mom?”
“Yes,” Elias said.
“Alright,” Dylan shrugged as they drove through the night, “I can live with that.”
“That’s it, that’s it,” Maris murmured. “You’re doing it, you’re doing it.”
Her hand was stroking his hair, and now she held him down, pulling her legs tighter around him, urging him to hurry up the way she had done with Hunter when it was getting old. She used the old trick of sliding her hands to his ass, and then slipping a finger in.
Bennett’s body rose up, and he shuddered, unable to stifle a shout. Rigid and firm, he came like water between her legs, semen shooting out of him.
“That’s good,” Maris panted, feeling damp and crushed.
Bennett tried to keep his shirt from falling over his erection and getting stained. Half conscious, a little shaken, he knelt between Maris’s legs.
On the other side of the door, Lindsay stood there, eyes wide.
“I heard someone shout!” she said, in a panic.
Maggie, who had been standing guard, only smiled and shook her head, knowingly.
“Lindsay,” she said. “What you heard was Maris’s baby getting a daddy.”