Something Different

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I pick up where I leave off and don’t recap the last page from the chapter before. I had a reader, Eric, who said it was hard to follow four different stories, so… I will do two and this is one.

To readers who know me; It’s a hard fuckin day, 12-6.

“I can help, Grampy,” He told me.

“I don’t want your help; I need this. Now go to bed.”

“Grampy???”

“Go to fuckin, bed,” I regretted it the minute it came out of my mouth.

“Fine” and he took the bottle to my right setting it between my legs. “I’ll sleep in my old bed tonight; you sleep in his.”

“Come back here right now and give Grampy a kiss. I love you.”

“To the moon and back, Grampy.” RJC.

“I didn’t do anything, Cass,” I told her holding up my hands.

“I didn’t duck fast enough, C. They told me to duck; you know how I am?” He explained to all of them.

“What the fuck, Cass? I thought we gave you enough time to make breakfast!” And I got a whiff. I hate the smell of fingernail polish.

“You bitches been painting your fuckin toenails; Haven’t you?” And I slapped Carl on the back of his head.

“Missed a Pedy, Dude.” And I looked at all the eyes on us.

“Come on, Cam? You do the best breakfasts.” My sister said walking over running a finger down the middle of my sweat-covered chest. She’s a tramp.

“Fine,” I said. “Nate, you go take a shower because I can smell you from here.” And smiled. I could definitely smell him.

“Now, you, bitch’s find me everything I call out; Skillet. Bacon, Eggs, Hash brown, garlic, and cheese. Somebody set the bar.” And shit was flying at me.

I had two dozen slices of bacon on the skillet, hash browns in a double pan atop the stove, and was breaking egg after egg one-handed for my famous scrambled delight. I put one in charge of English Muffins, another filled glasses of milk, and Cass stepped next to me with a hand to my ass.

“Thanks, CJ. You hit him, didn’t you?” She said and questioned. I smiled and shook my head, no.

I mean, like during cooking, I’d had three pieces of bacon, took big spoons of hash browns with scoops of eggs. As I ate the muffins with Apple Butter on half and Grape jelly topping the other half; Nathan walked in.

I was leaning back against the sink watching the four of them eat and nodded to the plate I made for him. He stood in front of me, obviously, he ran a pick through his hair, and I ran my fingers through it. He was giving me that look again; like he did this morning.

I smiled putting his mind at ease and he ate standing next to me watching the others. I mean they were like four girls but the boy watched us. I thought about what it must be like, a boy who was one of the girls but was a boy in every way.

My phone buzzed. Dad. “Hey, Dad.” And all eyes were on me. “She’s a pain, almost raped the pizza guy the other night.” I listened with my little sister trying to shoot balls of fire from her eyes. I mouthed to her that I wasn’t cleaning up the mess I’d made.

“Come on… Dad. She hates me and will only try making my life miserable.” I smiled and winked at my little sister.

The fact was, I liked Cass being here. I mean it would be nice to just play house with Nate but, it was nice having her around again.

“You’re killing me Dad. Well, you call that little pariah and tell her when she looks at me, she better see your face.” And I smiled at what I said.

He told me it would be a while before he’d be back and our Mom was still MIA.

“Really??? I mean really, Dad? She is old enough to,” And he cut me off.

“Look, Cam. You need to watch over her; she’s at that age when.” And I cut him off.

“Ewe Dad. You just put a picture in my brain of her getting gang fucked by her girlfriends; not that the little bitch wouldn’t like it.” And Cass punched me in the stomach but I saw it cuming and smiled at her looking over her shoulder at the girl who wore the strap on.

“Yes Dad, I’m treating the hot tub; really, that’s why you called???”

“No! She is not driving my car; she can drive her own.”

“Dad? The Denali is totally bitchen. I have been hearing her going on about wanting a Mini. You would be like the best Dad but it would take the Denali to haul all her friends.”

I gave her the questioning hand watching her lips, “County man, no, Countryman.” And she smiled, nodding.

“I am not giving her the keys to my car. I’ll give her the keys, to yours. Wait, you don’t have a car; you gave it to me” And it was settled.

“Dad? How long?” I asked.

“But my Birthday, you said.” And I waited.

“What do you mean? I’ve been telling people; you really gonna make me look like a punk, Dad?” I did the finger to the ground as I realized I was putting on a performance. I turned away from them knowing everyone was looking at my dick chubbing up.

“OK, Dad. I get it. But you tell Cass she can’t have friends over. That’s why I have to treat the tub.”

“She’s in the tub now packed with a bunch of ugly girls. Shouldn’t she have a boyfriend by now, Dad? Do you think she might be?” and all of them were laughing.

I listened, my Dad was concerned. “I don’t get lezbo’s, Dad. I guess maybe some counseling, someone on one, with a Pizza boy.” And I choked not wanting to laugh.

I listened to my Dad reading me the act. It was on speaker. “In all fairness Dad, I think she kind of likes Nate,” and now he put a fist to my gut.

“He’s a player, Dad. Not someone I’d ever want to see fucking your little girl.” And it was hard not letting on.

“She wants him, Dad. I can tell.” And I listened.

“Of course, I can take him. With clothes, he looks bigger than he is, but I’ve seen. Yes, I can kick his ass into next week, Dad. Fine, call her.”

“Wait? What?” And I gave Cass my best glair. “She sent you a link, did she? Well? I could share a link of my own,” and know I shot balls of fire from my eyes.

“We were just having fun at the club; you saw how bad she wants him? I can’t watch her twenty-four-seven, Dad. He’s my best friend, Dad. Yes, he is a man-whore in tight fuckin pants. He flaunts his ass, and I’ve seen his dick, Dad.” And I could hardly catch a breath.

“I will totally take him out, Dad. Bye.”

Nathan was looking at me with the ‘Really’ eyes. All the others were looking at my crotch but he was looking at my face. “What?” I asked looking back at him.

“I can so… take you, Cam. I think I’ve proven that.” And I laughed knowing what I was thinking knowing he could take me if you know what I mean.

“In your dreams, NRD.” And I put my hand in his face.

I didn’t see this one cuming. He bent down and took my body over his shoulder as I started to laugh. He turned my ass to the others and said, “Spank this knotty boy.” And my ass started to sting.

From your Author:

I have said this before and will again; take your kid's phone, tablet, laptop, look at the history. This isn’t just a boy thing; girls do it too. I want readers to step up and be a parent. My fourteen-year-old Grandson logged on to this site and read all I’ve written.

I would never have guessed. I’m giving you a heads up, don’t assume anything from your sweat precious child. What are they doing right now and where are you right now? Just saying; don’t kill the messenger. RJC.