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  1. Chapter XXVIII

    July 1st, 2011, Greenwich, CT. Two days later the long weekend arrived and I wished it would have been, oh...another ten years before it did. I was being very selfish, wanting more alone time with Greg. In the last few days, we hadn’t really been able to separate from each other long enough to let coffee go cold, much less eat a decent meal. Well, we did eat, in the kitchen, naked at the counter; the butter got used in multiple ways and was rapidly becoming a favorite of mine. Alright, most of our time was spent boinking the paint off the walls, to be honest. The ultimate delight, yesterday? An extremely good romp on the first floor, where I held on to the railing, tied onto that with our own ties, looking down into the hall. He’d ripped my pants with pure force, rimmed me into horny stupor and took me very roughly, straight through the ripped fabric, not even bothering to undo my belt or take my pants down. A $2500 dollar suit, ruined. With pleasure. Even now, as we waited at the door for the family to come in, having just driven up to the house and emptying the trunks of their cars, I could tell he wanted me as much as I him, his thoughts revealing it when he glanced up to the landing. “Stop it,” I whispered, softly snickering, “sir.” “I can’t, boy. I really can’t,” he mumbled back, his mouth curling up. “I want to do that again. I’ve never taken acoustics into account before, while fuc….Will! How are you!” Stepping forward and hugging his brother who, to be fair, seemed a little taken aback by the jovial welcome, the effect repeated again when Seth came up the steps and then upped a notch when he lifted little Jeremy straight off the ground, Greg welcomed all of them with equal enthusiasm. “So care to tell me what’s going on?” William whispered, sidling up beside me, watching the scene with interest. “You spike his food? I didn’t know arsenic had side-effects like a complete personality change.” I glanced sideways at him. I knew Greg wanted them to know as soon as possible; we’d talked about it. Well, a little. Not that I had a problem with it; absolutely not. I wanted them to know as well, so we could just be ourselves around them and have a great weekend. Have it all out in the open. But...not yet. “I guess he’s just happy to see you guys,” I answered, neutrally. “It’s been a while, since you’ve all been here together. Not since January.” Clearly not convinced, Will looked at me searchingly but before he could start asking any more questions, my attention was drawn to Charlotte, standing shyly to the side while the grown-ups were greeting each other. Going over, I picked her up and only then did I notice a little black fluff of a thing, shyly hiding behind her cute little dress. “Hey sweetie, who’s this?” I asked, quickly setting her down again and lowering to a crouch, reaching for the adorable Labrador pup. “Mithtah Ziggy,” she answered, sweetly, showing her front two teeth missing. “Mr. Ziggy? Hello Ziggy,” I grinned, letting the pup smell my fingers; it began to wag its tail. “Wanna go and see if Uncle Chris has a nice treat for him, Charlotte? I think there might be something in the kitchen he’ll really like.” I got a cute yeth for an answer. “As long as he stays away from the butter,” Greg’s voice muttered, only loud enough for me to hear as he came to a crouch beside me and held out his hand to the pup. “Hello there...” “There’s enough to share,” I snickered. “No, there isn’t; I have plans for all of it.” The little deserter actually came over right away when he called out its name. “Hah, see? He knows a Dom when he sees one. Good boy.” Hey! There was only one good boy here. And it wasn’t that pup! *********** An hour into the visit, I got the distinct feeling something was...not entirely as expected. I could tell Greg picked up on it too, at times frowning a little. They had to at least note we weren’t trying to avoid each other, for one. But they didn’t seem to think it strange we even chatted with them in close proximity of each other. That Greg laughed at something I said, very easily and relaxed, was another. Or that I responded to a request of his without any talkback, whatsoever. “Somethin’s up,” I whispered to Greg when he came over to refill some drinks. “I get the feeling they already know.” Looking slightly over his shoulder at his family, he nodded. “Mhm. Let’s test and see; there’s a very quick way to solve this conundrum,” he whispered back. A hand of his slid to my waist and he pulled me closer; when I reacted by looking at him, he winked and leaned in, giving me a really nice, warm kiss. It didn’t last that long but it was long enough; it grew very, very quiet behind us. “Think they saw it?” he whispered against my lips, and I grinned, nodding. Letting go of me, he returned to finish the drinks he’d been making and I waited for him to be done before turning to face them. And when we did, they were all sitting down, all with big smiles; William’s was downright smug when he pointed at us and said, “I called it!” “So you did,” Kat snickered, tilting her head a bit, clear mirth in her expression, “but I had to see for myself. I thought you were wishful thinking or something like it.” Beside me, Greg frowned, staring at them. “You knew?” “Oh yeah,” Will answered, “I’ve known since May. But they didn’t wanna believe me.” Wait a minute; since May? But… “You haven’t been here when we both were,” I said, confused. “How the hell…” Apparently, my confusion was a source for more private mirth among them. To be fair, Greg was a bit quicker on the uptake than me, here. He softly began to laugh, raising the drinks he held in his hands in salute. “Well done. So you’re the eyes, huh?” A toothy grin and a nod were the reply. “Don’t tell me; all of you?” “Just Kat and me.” And then I got it myself. The will! Oh my god, I hadn’t even thought about it for a long time, but it’d said we’d be checked upon. I quite forgot about it. “Why, you sneaky…” I began, to which William started to laugh. Smiling, I brought over his drink. “Never suspected a thing.” “Nor I,” Greg said, handing Kat and Seth theirs, returning to the bar for his own and mine, coming over and handing it to me. “So what gave us away?” “No blood on the walls, on my first visit after the funeral?” Will answered, winking. I quietly flipped him the bird. No one saw, but he did. “Actually, it was in May when I found out for sure; when you two went to Chatham.” “How did you know we went to…” Beside me, Greg’s head turned to his youngest brother. “I called and texted you the address of the Inn, in case of emergency…that we were going there.” “Yes, and thank you so much for waking us up at 4am, to tell us,” Kat smiled, chidingly, “and I called Will right away because, well...why should we be the only ones awake at that hour, right?” “Thanks, sis, love you too. Anyway, I followed you guys,” Will continued. When I frowned at that, he elaborated. “I was at the Vineyard, for a long weekend with a...friend.” Mhm. I could just guess what kind of ‘friend’; the guy was a walking magnet for the female population. “Kat knew I was there, so it was a quick trip for me. Got on the ferry to Woods Hole and drove to Chatham. Got a room, and just waited for you guys to show. And you took your sweet time, I can tell you that.” “Since when did you take up stalking?” I shook my head, amazed at all the behind-the-scenes workings. “Hey, anything for a good cause, right?” He winked. “But if you must know; since January. Dad asked me, in his letter. Which brings me to a confession.” He hesitated there, and sought my gaze. ”Dad knew you and Greg had...something, years ago. But he couldn’t think of a way to bring you two together. He and Greg weren’t talking. It had something to do with the past, but he didn’t tell me what that was. Something happened, is all he said. So I...dreamed up the clause.” “You what!” Oof. That was the first time in months I heard that voice, coming from right beside me, in a tone that was at once very familiar and made me almost stiffen. I gently nudged him. “Greg…” Sighing deep, he deflated and glanced sideways, nodding. Looking over to Will, he said, be it a little sourly, “It worked. I guess I should thank you; had you not been a dirty little schemer, and trust me, I will never, ever mistake you for a shallow fool again, we wouldn’t be here now.” At that, William grinned wolfishly. “Never underestimate a shallow fool.” “Indeed. So how did you find out? We never saw you in Chatham.” “Ahhhh, true. You didn’t, but I saw you. Binoculars. I waited in my room, watching you guys go on a walk down the beach and followed. A few times I thought you might’ve spotted me, so I had to dive for cover; my shoes were full of sand, I tell ya. You talked a lot, christ. Then you had quite the argument and then…” “He had his phone on handsfree,” Kat interjected, snickering, “I gotta tell you this, it’s a hoot. So he’s following you, diving around sand and bushes in the dunes and I’m at home, watching the kids do something weird while listening, and he suddenly goes ‘yeah...ah..ah...yeh, oh come on, yeh, yeah, do it! Come on, ah, ah...YESSSSSSSSSSS, finally!’. Imagine me, thinking all sorts of things, trying to save Jer from keeling over, Charlotte running around like a tornado...God, it was a moment.” I laughed out loud at that, feeling my face warm up. I think I understood what he’d seen. Our first kiss. But the way she explained it, making all sorts of faces and voices, it was a hoot. Even beside me, Greg began to laugh. “You’re a sneaky bunch, the lot of you,” he said and glanced sideways at me, sliding his arm around my shoulder. “Thank you. We’re very happy you all know now. And we’re happy.” I sure as hell was! “It shows! Come here, you,” Seth reacted, rising and coming over, grabbing his brother in a big hug. Some unspoken thing passed between them, a look of deep understanding, and Greg nodded. “Now you take care of my brother-in-law, huh? I always wanted one.” From there it became a whole new thing. I got slapped on the back more times than my ass had seen the love of the birch, for God’s sake. But it was great, to have it known now; if I had worried, which I hadn’t, much, I needn’t have; their reaction was nothing but positive and happy for us. It was wonderful to see Greg laughing with his brothers and his sister-in-law, who yanked his face down and planted two big kisses on his cheeks, with Jeremy squirming between them, being slightly crushed, that poor kid. It was the perfect start of what turned out to be a great weekend.
  2. Chapter XXVII

    I'm afraid this one will have to tide you over for about 5 days; I go into night shifts again. But here is a little spoiler for the next chapter:
  3. Chapter XXVII

    June 29th, 2011, Greenwich, CT. It was rather ironic that it was around Independence Day when I, very willingly and quite happily, gave up mine. The holiday itself was normally not an event the family celebrated together since I had joined old Mr. Montgomery here; one year it was Seth and Kat coming over, another was William, one where both were present but never all together and Greg had never visited for it. I didn’t expect this year to be any different. None of them had indicated wanting to come over, which they usually would’ve communicated by now, so I was quite surprised a visit was imminent; with all of them attending. Because the 4th fell on a Monday this year an extended weekend was in the cards, and apparently this was reason enough for Greg to finally celebrate it with his family, something he had not done in the last half decade, he admitted. “Why not?” I asked on a balmy evening at the end of June, in the week leading up to the weekend. We were on the patio out back, having a nice cool drink after quite a hot day. Well, he stole my drink, to be honest; until then, he’d been cooped up in the study. It was still 72 degrees outside and it promised to be a humid night. I’d dressed down considerably, wearing only Speedos after a nice refreshing dip, and even Greg had changed into a short-sleeved thin and cool shirt, foregoing tie and jacket; a rarity, I’d come to find. “You have a family. And no idea how special that is, apparently. Coming from someone who’s been alone long enough without any, trust me, it is.” That came out a bit more...passionate than I intended. Some pent-up longing, perhaps, for something I’d never had. “You miss them. I know you do. You wouldn’t react the way you do, whenever I tell you Will has been here, or Kat with the kids.” The only indication he gave, that he’d heard, was a slight nod of his head, looking toward the shore some distance away. It was rapidly growing dark. Taking another sip of the cool drink, he swallowed and set it on the table. “I do. But when Father and I…” he halted there, staring unseeing at one of the candles I’d lit. He always referred to him as ‘father’. Never ‘dad’, like Will or Seth did. “The last time we really spoke was when I brought the PI’s evidence and tried to convince him to fire you.” He inhaled deeply. “He already knew most of it, but he said I was wrong. That the PI was wrong; that you weren’t a gold-digger, not like Paul. I called him naive and a dim-witted old fool who had clearly lost his mind due to age. I had the evidence. He refused to even look at it, which made me even more angry, but he wouldn’t budge. Misplaced loyalty, in my mind, and I told him as such.” Exhaling through his nose, his picked up the glass again. “It’s the only time, in my life, he ever told me to get out.” Emptying the glass, he reached for the pitcher and refilled it. “I just never felt... welcome, after that. He invited me, every year, but I always declined, because I knew you were still here. I had to visit, sometimes, because of company business; the one thing he never gave up, until his death; controlling interest in Montgomery International. It forced me to come here.” I hadn’t known old Mr. Montgomery had done that; inviting him, every year. I’d handled the invitations myself, each year, to Seth and Will by phone, either to their acceptance or decline due to other commitments, but never seen a letter or request to contact Greg with one. “Each time I was forced to come here, I felt...not myself, uncomfortable, nervous; feelings I’m not used to and I resented him for it. He refused to let me send Alan.” He smiled pensively. “Father was the only person in the world who wouldn't take my shit.” He raised his glass to the sea, somewhere in the dark, its sound heard but not seen. “And the only one in the world who could see right through me.” Setting his glass down again, he rose to stand. “I’ll be right back.” ********** When Greg returned, he held an envelope in his hand and came over, holding it out to me. “I want you to read this.” “What is it?” I asked, curious. There was some vibe in the air, aside from the humidity, that slowly became oppressive. “Just...read it.” Accepting the envelope, I opened it and pulled out a letter that had obviously been read several times; its once neat folds were softened by multiple unfolds and reads. The script was familiar, even by candlelight and nearby illumination from the house. “Wow,” I uttered, blinking a few times. Fuck. Again? “Hey, hey,” Greg’s voice sounded, closer than I thought he was, right behind me. Unseeing, I reached up wrapping my arms around his neck when he bent low, nuzzling my ear and whispered, “It’s alright. I didn’t mean to get you upset.” “I know that,” I answered, ‘“fuck. You know, that’s the second time that man made me cry. I’m really starting to hate this family.” I got a soft bite in my neck for that. “Including me?” “No you idiot. You, I love.” “What?” Christ, he almost choked me then. “I said, that’s the second time that man…” He growled and let me go, then rounded the chair and sat down on top of me. “Not that. The other part.” “Oh. That. The ‘You, I love’ part?” Damn, I'd never seen a man actually quite that happy. He grasped my face and pulled me closer. “Yes, that part.” “You having hearing problems, Butternut?” I grinned there, using my private nickname for him. The first time I’d used it, in the car back from Cape Cod, he’d pulled over, thinking I was mocking him; it’d taken a roadside blowjob to convince him otherwise and ever since, I’d been using it on and off, whispered here and there, only for him to hear, to indicate I was agreeing to something like a choice of wine at dinner or agreement of a purchase at a store. An endearment, if you wish. He liked it, too. “No,” he answered, his mouth ghosting over mine, “Butternut hears just fine. He just wants to say he loves you too, boy.” The kiss he gave me was all consuming and hungry and I answered it with the same vigor, insanely happy myself to finally have said it and heard it. One of his hands slid to the back of my head, holding me securely in place while the other traveled down. Hooking a finger under the waistband of my Speedos, he pulled it and let it slap back. “Take this off.” “Here?” Really? Outside? It was dark, but… “I really need to fuck you now, Chris. Give me your ass. Take it off.” “Yes sir,” I grinned, bucking underneath him. He rose to stand and searched in one of his pockets for a packet of lube he always carried. When I’d found out, in the beginning, I’d called him a pervert in my mind but quite soon after had come to appreciate it. While I struggled with the Speedos, he ripped his shirt off and got rid of his pants, quite at the ready and then growled when it took too long; taking off wet Speedos was not as easy as it sounded! “Up. Grab your knees, to your shoulders.” Biting my lip, I did as directed, excited. We’d done this once before, in bed against the headboard, when he’d found out I’m quite flexible. Sitting down close, he ripped the packet open with his teeth and royally applied it to himself, then me. Throwing the empty packet beside the chair, he then set himself against me. “Watch.” He entered me as we both watched, slowly taking me. “God yeah,” I breathed out, staring and enjoying the feeling as he filled me, moaning “Christ, your cock is so fat.” “Shh,” he cooed and, once fully settled, beginning to slowly fuck. “You’re safe. I’m here. I love you, Chris. Let me show you exactly how much.” Boy, did he ever. The experience was incredibly overwhelming at first, all I could to do was just hold him close; cradle his head against mine, enjoying the rasp of his stubble against my neck as he moved, our breathing almost as one. "I don't wanna come yet," he growled in my ear, slowing down. "You're so tight, this way!" The addition of spoken love seemed to elevate things from just very good sex to lovemaking, and Greg really didn’t hold back. Sweet, rough, gentle, it all came by. And when he did come, I went with him. All the way.
  4. Chapter IX

    Mmmmaybeh, maybeh not!
  5. Chapter X

    You forgot Lana? Seriously! How wude!
  6. Chapter XI

    Oooh, you're so close. But not entirely.
  7. Chapter V

    Dread it. LOL!
  8. Chapter XV

    Read on! Read on!
  9. Chapter VI

    Oh yes. It's definitely mutual.
  10. Chapter VII

    Ah, he didn't, though. Mr. Montgomery, I mean. Didn't have him checked out.
  11. Chapter VIII

    Oy! No peeking!
  12. Chapter II

    You. Are. Right. on. The. Money. Honest to God, I wrote this with a male version of Vivian in my mind. Originally, this story was much different. I sat on a 'shelf' for years. Wow, and you picked up on that. Right away. Awesome!
  13. Chapter I

    Perceptive. I won't ruin your experience reading, but gawd, do I wish to.
  14. Prologue

    Thanks! All I can say is: stick with it...
  15. Chapter XI

    In the previous chapter, as well as this one and possibly some of the next, I'm considering a rewrite. Not fully, just edit it to a more agreeable standard. Some of it goes too far. My task as a writer, even as a hobby, is to entertain, not alienate and anger people.
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