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Abigail
Morning came and went with the boys leaving for school. Missus Townsend is outside tending her flowers. I've not been able to keep anything down today. One of their workers shows up, pulling a tractor from the fields. I'm listening from the house.
"I'm gonna leave this here till I can get Fred to come look at it." The guy says.
"Abigail is inside I bet you can get her to take a look. Let me see if she's awake."
I walk out the door. "I thought I heard someone. Figured it was one of the boys."
"Mark here needs some help with the tractor. Can you take a look?"
"Sure, I'll need some tools, but if it's got a motor, I can handle it."
I've been dealing with the tractor all day, so when the boys pull up, I barely hear them. They have the bed. Apparently, we're all supposed to be having dinner together to talk about sleeping arrangements. I jump down from the tractor when they get out of the car. I'm black from head to toe.
"Looking good, baby girl." Vic walks over, kissing me.
“Somebody is gonna need a good scrubbing before dinner.” Clayton winks at me, grabbing a duffle bag from the back of the Mazda.
"What's in the bag?" I ask, wiping my hands on an old rag.
“Nothing crazy, just the linen for the bed, and some incidentals we could have used last night.” Clayton smiles.
"Do you really think they're going to go for this?"
"God, I hope so. Where's mom?"
"Watching me from the kitchen window."
“Let’s get Vic’s bed out, and our’s in then we can get the rest sorted, and you can tell us how you wound up waist-deep in a tractor of all things.” Clayton smacks me on the ass to get me moving.
"Let me get these tools put away, and I'll be in." I wave them off so I can put the tools up.
Inside, the boys are upstairs and from the sounds, tearing something up.
"Tell those boys not to break anything." Vic's mom says before I can sneak past.
"Yes, ma'am," I say, heading upstairs. "I was told to tell you all not to break anything," I say, turning the corner to Vic's room. They're moving everything.
“Hey, Honey.” Clayton smiles, lifting the vertical dresser. “Seems the bed and the room aren’t quite a match.” He laughs. “I’m taking all the furniture to my flowered crazy.”
"Wait, what are you going to do if they say no?" I ask quickly.
“Guess I’ll be curling up in front of your door at night.” He hollers, walking past. “You just remember to pat me on my head and give me a treat from time to time.”
I can't help but laugh. "I'm going to the shower. I think I've got grease in my hair. This would be a great time to be at the garage. Oh, can one of you grab me the Dawn from the kitchen to help get this off?"
"I'll go. Is that all you need?" Vic says.
"A tv but your mom says that there are too many tempting things on that I could watch. When are we leaving for LA, again?" I joke, leaving the room.
“As soon as we graduate, if you like,” Clayton says, coming back out to the hall.
"That's not soon enough," I say, turning on the shower before stripping.
Clayton stands at the doorway, watching me, not saying a word, just looking.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask, stepping into the shower.
“Just thinking how I’d like nothing more than to strip down and join you.” He looks around. “We’re gonna have to get super creative around here.”
"What's stopping you? You brought protection, right?" I poke my head out the curtain. "Can you hand me a rag?"
“Probably the fact that this isn’t our place.” His hand comes through the curtain.
"But we're eighteen, and they told us to make ourselves at home. Wouldn't that be like making ourselves at home?"
“You think I’d even fit in there?” He chuckles, but I can hear the door close. “Come to think of it, could we all?” I hear a bit of mumbling and scuffling.
“Ahh, ouch!” Comes Vic’s voice. “Stop!”
“Not today. Strip boy, you don’t often get to shower with our girl and we three never have, now I’m handing out latex, so put up or shut up.” I hear pants hit the floor.
I can't stop the giggle that bubbles out of me as Clayton steps into the shower with Vic right behind him.
"God, I've missed you," I say with my greasy hands on the boy's faces. Now they've each got grease on their cheek.
Clayton kisses me first, then Vic. Where Clayton’s kiss is strong and yearning, Vic’s is filled with heat and makes my toes curl. They soap me up, rubbing and squeezing each bit of me, careful of my shoulder. Once they get the grease rinsed off their hands on me are replaced by kisses. Clayton devours my mouth while Vic drops to his knees. I’m lifted, and he teases my clit with long hard laps ending in a flick.
I moan into Clayton as I come, and Vic works me up and over. Then as if they discussed it and I missed it; they are both on me. Two tongues compete for my orgasm.
“Fuck me,” I demand, grabbing their heads and pulling them back.
Clayton and Vic stand, and I watch as Vic puts the condom on first. Clayton lifts me, gets me into position. Legs open, over his forearms, like he is a chair for me to sit. Vic pushes us back into the tile and rubs his cock up and down me. He prods me, teasing me.
“Please.” I plead. Vic enters me, and his thrusts do not disappoint. As he fucks me, Clayton kisses my shoulders, neck. Fondles my breasts. Vic possesses me now, wholly. This was what we needed. What I’ve been needing. My boys. Now that I’ve got them, they aren’t going anywhere.
***
I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT the boys talked their way into the bed with me. I'm glad, but now I'm lying here listening to Vic's snoring. I poke Clayton in the ribs before whispering. "Are you awake?"
"Hmm, I am now.”
"Make it stop. I forgot how loud he was."
“Dude.” I feel him jostle. “Rollover.”
"Suck it." Vic grumps.
I turn, punching him in the ribs. "That's not nice."
"Thanks. I think you really broke a rib this time."
"He was doing what I told him to do. Now apologize." I say to Vic.
"Clay, she's gone fucking mental."
Clayton starts to slip from the bed. “Kill each other; I’m sleeping down here.” He grabs his pillow and curls up down by our feet.
"He started it by snoring." I pout.
"You wanted life to get back to normal. This is pretty fucking normal if you ask me."
“Woof.” Clayton chuckles, pawing at my feet.
"I miss my pup. I hate him not being here."
Clayton sits up. “Can we get away with not living in town and still go to the High School?” He looks to Vic.
"We're not technically in town now. Why do you ask?"
“I’m just thinking that if I close on the house sooner than later, we could just rent something on the cheap till we finish school. Or we could just suffer through it’s what a month and a half?”
"Correction, almost two months and however long it takes to find something in LA. They aren't going to let us go without something." I butt in on the boys talking.
“I say we start looking now. Maybe even do a few virtual tours. Then narrow it down to a couple. Then-am I overstepping? I mean, are we all on the same page here? We’re doing California?” Clayton stands up.
"Yeah, we're on the same page. I just got a lot to think about. I doubt we're getting rid of Wayde and Adam, so we may need to talk to them. Just a thought." I hold up my hands when Vic huffs at me.
"Can't we go without them? This is supposed to be about us, is it not?"
"What's wrong with Wayde and Adam?" I snap.
"Nothing. It's just that they're always with us."
"They weren't with us in the shower earlier." Ugh! I climb out of bed. "Deal with your boyfriend. I'm going to the bathroom." I tell Clayton before walking out the door.
