The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... shut the door. Leland was on the back porch, sitting in a chaise lounge and sipping his beer. "Ho there, Rider! Who's the little brother?"

My son slowed to a halt. "He's not my brother, Mr. Jones. Can't you tell?"

"Ridley," Aaron adjusted his glasses. "That's racist."

"Huh?" My son was now more puzzled. To be clear, calling a person racist had become 'a thing' among kids their age. While certainly not a respectful title, it had come to mean the same as 'dummy.' Baka was also a word the kids sometimes used, taken from Japanese anime.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. He's my friend." Aaron apologized.

"No sweat, Little Man, I got some serious haters for friends, black and white." Leland sat back in his chair and looked up at the cloud dotted sky.

"Who's he?" Aaron asked Ridley.

"I dunno." My son shrugged. "Mom invited him, I think."

"Why did he call you Rider?"

"Right?" Ridley beamed. "Sounds cool, huh?"

"Where's the ball?" Aaron was apparently bored enough by Leland's presence to want to kick a ball. An old man at a kids' party was just an old man to them, his color less important. I surmised.

"It's in the shed." The boys dashed away to it.

"Would you like to sit on my lap." Leland patted it.

"No."

"Heh, the things I'm gonna remember when we're alone again."

"I'm suppose to be enjoying my son's party." I played for sympathy.

"I suppose, but you are also supposed to be on my dick, working a load out of me."

"You can't give me this one ...

... day to myself?"

"I 'specially can't!" He glared. "You gotta understand what the real deal between us is."

"I've done awful things for you." I grimaced, unhappiness seething at my core. "That's not enough?"

"You don't know what real awful is, Cunt." He spoke softly but with authority.

"Loretta." I offered.

"She still alive, Woman." His eyes steeled.

For the first time, I felt the hand of death at my throat. I never imagined Leland was that dangerous.

"But I don't get that kind of awful, nor Loretta awful." He sipped his beer. "You'll learn."

A ball flew across the yard. Leland shouted, "Good kick, Rider!"

George emerged into the yard. He surveyed the situation and turned his attention to the grill. Smoke gushed out when he lifted the cover.

I went to my exasperated husband. He didn't look at me. "Coals are ready."

"I'll get the burgers and sausages." I went inside.

"Another boy showed up." Ida sat at the table, looking outside.

Peg was greeting Trent at the front door, the other friend Ridley had invited.

"Hi, Trent!" I called out but went to the refrigerator and pulled out two platters. I headed for the back door. Trent intercepted me. "Can my mind powers to help you with those?" Trent was a little older than Aaron and my son by a few months. He was in the same grade as Peg, but he didn't have any friends in his classes. That was because Trent had a bad reputation for being silly. Girls dismissed him as a child. Boys his age thought he ...