Chapter 10
After Effects
It seemed like forever by the time Church was finally over. Mostly because I was sick and tired of sitting in a wheelchair and my back itched like crazy. I guess it could have been worse it could have been real and not fake, but either way, I wanted it to be over.
The first thing I did was search for brother Nile's. Yet he had already left the building without saying goodbye to me one last time. I guess in some ways it was for the best, knowing that it wouldn't have changed anything to say goodbye one last final time. Plus, I didn't think either of us could have handled one more goodbye knowing we would most likely never see each other again.
Jeff tells me I will, but it won't be on earth, in fact, I never saw him again alive, but I had heard he had passed away five years later. I wasn't even able to go to his funeral, but I did send flowers and a nice card. Even though I found it silly, that people put flowers on a person's grave thinking they would enjoy it. My question is how, since they are neither in the ground nor have moved on to the next life?
I am not one to do those kinds of things because it makes no sense to me. And I would rather not infringe on other people's choices to do so. If it makes them feel better, that's fine with me. Just don't expect me to do it. I have told people when I die that I want my body cremated and dumped into an old shoe box and tossed into the garbage can. No funeral, nothing just toss me away and forget about me. Every time my birthday comes around, I tell people that it is not worth celebrating. Why celebrate something that has no meaning, why celebrate, or mourn my passing? When there is really nothing to mourn or to celebrate.
Everyone I knew way back when. Has either died or moved on without me. All I have left is what I leave behind in my writing. I don't want people crying over me; I don't want them to be sad when there is nothing to be sad about. Like I have said before I won't be missed by my family or relatives as they look upon me as a wasteful life, a worthless piece of garbage that nobody wanted, an embarrassment. That no one wants to talk about.
It wasn't always like that. It became that way after I had left the Rothwells and said goodbye to a future of happiness thinking I was happy, living my life doing what I thought I loved, and that was working as a chef. Yet if I could go back to that day when I said no to them. Unwilling to pick up my life and move with them back to the nudist colony.
I would smack myself beside the head say give me two seconds and quit my job and packed my suitcase and left my life here behind. Yet it wasn't that day yet when I made that really bad decision. I still had lots to do before that day. In fact, it would be some years before I made that decision and the reasons. Why I made that choice that one stupid choice not to go with them? It all has to do with what happened during those few short years before we can cross that bridge.
Like I said, Brother Niles had left without one last final goodbye. Dad had gone home with Shawn and Arthur. Leaving Mom here with me and my three brothers. I had asked Mom if she would call Dad to bring me and Jared some clothes to wear from home. Mom asked. "What would you like to wear? Besides, a pair of pants and some boxers? You won't need a shirt for a few days or a pair of shoes while playing the injured boy if we are to draw out our enemies out into the open.
"I have asked Adams, mother, to stop at the hospital and get you, boys, some hospital scrubs to wear and borrow a pair of house slippers from Adam since you boys are roughly the same size. Until I can get to the store on Monday and buy both you and Jared some shoes to wear, not that you will be needing them for at least a week or more if that, depending on the ruse we are playing. Besides, we all prefer you boys naked so we can lick every inch of you."
Mom leaned over and kissed me and helped to load me and Jared on the bus. She was going back to the hotel to gather their things. Mom did have a point regarding if we were going to play the injured boy. I wouldn't need much as I remembered the last time when my back was torn apart by the cattail whip. It was weeks before I was able to wear a shirt again.
This time I didn't have weeks; this time it would be days. I shivered feeling a cold breeze filtering inside the open windows. It reminded me that winter would be here soon. No, I didn't have weeks or months. And there was no way of backing out now, now, that stage has been set and we have had our dress rehearsal. The curtain had gone up and everything was in place. The stage light said quiet on the set. It was showtime boys.
Jared gave me a weak smile telling me he couldn't wait to get this stuff off our backs. I said. "I know the feeling," Jared says the first thing he wants to do is take a long hot bath. I cringed thinking about our last one at the Vincent's house. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, and then again it did sound good.
I turned to Mr. Vincent and said. "Jared and I would like to take a nice long hot bath, but would it be alright if you take the door off the tub room?"
He says. "Fine by me as long as I can join you, boys." Causing his two boys and my two younger brothers to say, "Us to." Jared and I shrugged our shoulders.
I said. "Even better. I don't think Jared and I could handle it all by ourselves at the moment knowing what happened in there the last time."
Mrs. Vincent says. "I was thinking about remodeling the room, anyway. So none of us would remember what happened."
I watched her lean over and kiss her husband and he said. "I couldn't agree more. It would be a shame to never use the room again because of one bad day."
Once we arrived, I noticed the extra security and two unmarked police cars sitting outside of the gates as four guards were stationed at the gate. I didn't ask why because I knew why. Knowing everyone knew my brothers, and I was staying here. We waited for the gate to open as Mr. Vincent introduced us to the security guards; he had hired to keep us safe until further notice. Which could be indefinitely the way things were going. It was like we were living in prison, a very nice prison. Once the guards knew who we were they let us through the gate. I watched as the gate closed, locking us in.
Mr. Vincent said. "Nobody's coming in without our permission. I have made sure that if anyone tries, they will be shot on sight." I nodded as our small bus came to a stop at the house. Having the bus driver ask if they would be needing his services any longer today. Mr. Vincent said. "No, I think we can manage until tomorrow." The bus driver nodded and helped Mr. Vincent with our wheelchairs. I watched him give him a padded envelope. He said. "As we agreed?"
He smiles. "Yes, sir. I will see you boys in the morning bright and early."
Jared and I groaned, knowing the weekend was officially over. It would be at least another three weeks before we would be out for the entire week due to the Deer Hunt and UEA weekend. I noticed that our nurses stayed on the bus as they waved to us watching the bus leave. I said. "I can't wait to get this off my back, and be naked again."
Mrs. and Mr. Vincent said. "Amen to that."
He handed Sparky to my two younger brothers. While he handed the shirts and shoes to his two boys and told them to put them into the hamper. We waited for his wife to open the door and turn off the alarm as Mr. Vincent popped a wheelie with my wheelchair and quickly took Jared and me to their master bedroom.
I wasted no time in ripping off the tape on my arm and standing up and wobbling towards the bed. I was almost there when I fell to my knees; I said. "Man, this sucks."
Mr. Vincent says. "Oh, I don't know about that," picking me up stood me back onto my feet.
I smiled as I watched his wife pull down my PJs and boxers she said. "My husband and I have been looking forward to licking every inch of you boys all afternoon."
I said. "You and me both."
Mr. Vincent picked me up putting me on the bed on my stomach and then did the same to Jared. While his wife closed the door telling my two younger brothers and her two boys that they would have to settle for each other, for the moment.
Jared and I watched Mrs. Vincent's dress drop to the floor, revealing those nice round breasts and sweet spots. I never realized that she had been basically naked all day during church. Just thinking about it I felt very, very horny. She smiled at me and Jared asking us if we liked what we saw. We both nodded and licked our lips. She giggles "I like what I see too. There is nothing better in the world I like than seeing my boys completely naked and seeing them stimulating themselves."
Jared and I smiled as she walked behind her husband and undid his pants and dropped them to the floor and stroked his penis. Jared and I licked our lips knowing not only did we get to have her we also got to have him as well, but best of all we didn't have to prove ourselves if we preferred guys over girls. When it comes to sex and stimulation. We had both passed the tests with flying colors.
Mrs. Vincent climbed into the middle of the bed letting us each take a side while her husband gathered the things, he was going to need to remove the latex off our backs so it could be reused during the week. It came off in great big, large strips as he placed it on some sort of plastic sheeting that looked like a cutting board. He then wiped off our backs with some sort of lotion to remove the glue and makeup.
All Jared and I knew was it felt so good to be naked again and even better with a hand on a breast, and tasting each of them. Until I felt Mr. Vincent's hands on my butt, I jerked, he said. "I am just going to give you something to help you that helped my two boys and your brothers. It's small and it won't hurt." He had me look at it in his hand. He said. "It is normally used for people that have hemorrhoids. It soothes the inside of your butt while you are healing."
I said. "I trust you, Lance, you just surprised me that's all," and went back to my portion of breasts. I felt the hardened pill slip inside me and moments later I soon felt the relief. He did the same for Jared.
Jared and I were just getting to the good stuff when Duke opened the door. His Dad turned his head from his wife's sweet spot and said. "Son, we're a little busy right now."
Duke says. "The new housekeeper is here and the people at the gate want to know if it's ok to let her in."
His Dad says. "I totally forgot. You boys go put on a robe. We don't want to scare her away so quickly. Not without our babysitter being slightly out of service, thanks to that bitch, Gloria."
His wife says. "Language dear."
He got up off the bed and put on a robe and tossed one to his wife, and said. "It may be a little big for you two boys, but It is the best I can do until your parents bring you some clothes you can wear." then smiles. "Not that you'll be needing any when you're here."
He tossed two of his robes to me and Jared then picked up the phone and said. "Send her up," and helped me and Jared to our wheelchairs. I hated feeling so helpless not being able to do anything. The coolness of being in a wheelchair had long worn off. Once Jared and I were in the living room with the rest of the boys and fairly decent.
Mr. and Mrs. Vincent put on a happy face and went to the door. Mr. Vincent said. "Welcome to our house, Mrs. Olsen." I turned my wheelchair around and saw Jake's mother walking into the house with Jake and his brother Billy as well as her husband Ethan.
Mrs. Olsen said. "Please call me Dotty," then noticed us boys in the living room said. "Hello, boys." Jake and Billy quickly removed their shoes in the entryway. No one said anything that the Vincents don't require you to do that like it is at our homes; it was just a habit we have when we enter anyone's home.
Mrs. Vincent led them to a seat on the couch, causing the boys to move onto the floor as their Mother introduced them. "These are my boys, Duke and Ryan. You already know the Rothwell boys. And Eric he is our new babysitter. Normally, we wouldn't have you start until Monday or Tuesday. But as you know Eric can't do very much … do to what Gloria our previous housekeeper did to him and his brother Jared."
Mrs. Olson says. "Not a problem and no need to mention her name to us. We are quite aware of the situation. Mr. Rothwell has filled us in, and we have signed a confidentiality agreement stating that what happens here in this house stays in this house as it were. No need to spread gossip and telling the world about our business. Is there Mr. and Mrs. Vincent?" Having them tell her to please call them Lance and Jezzy.
"Yes, then Jezzy and Lance, as you know my family and was not raised as nudists or have been living the lifestyle long. I can assure you that it won't be a problem for me and my family. You'll have to forgive me and my husband if we are just a little shy around new people such as yourselves.
"But I'm sure you, my two boys are anything but shy and find the lifestyle quite appealing, and to be honest my husband I find it refreshing to see people like yourselves sharing your love with each other in that way. In fact," she whispers. "I prefer seeing my boys naked if you know what I mean?" Watching her husband blush and Jake and Billy smile the moment they heard their mother say that.
Dotty leaned back on the couch and said. Besides, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing how God created us if you want my opinion. And there is nothing more important than letting us show each other how we love them. Compared to those people that have torn our town and neighborhood apart." Reaching over to Mr. Vincent and opened his robe and smiled, seeing his arousal.
She leaned back on the couch and licked her lips as she looked at each of the boys. She said. "So, I jumped at the chance when Mr. Rothwell said you were looking for a new housekeeper. I was looking for something that wouldn't take me from my family as much. Like my previous job working as a financial accountant working long hours and having very little pay for all my hard work, sacrificing my time to be with my family. Knowing that if I took this job, I could be with my family, and still bring home the bacon, I am an excellent cook according to my boys and husband. And I am a very good housekeeper … Well, at least that's what my family tells me. And with me here, I won't have to sacrifice my family for my job.
"I only have a few rules or conditions. And they are that your boys help me with cleaning and some of the cooking when I need them too. When I tell them to do something, they do it without question in regard to their chores and homework, and it must be done before anything else. Most of all, I want none of this," asking Duke to come forward. He did so with a nod from his Dad and me. When she had him, she opened his robe and took it off him.
"I will not tolerate this when I am here. It offends me knowing that you're hiding a part of yourselves from me. If there aren't any questions, I will see to dinner and take a tour of the house. I understand that we have guests coming over for dinner." She stood up and asked Jake and Billy. "Would you two boys like to get acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Vincent and her two boys while Eric and I start dinner?"
They both nodded Jake's Dad said. "Can I help? I have been looking forward to lick every inch of these boys all day."