109: House of Daring

Casa del Agua stayed resident in the master suite for a week after Raven was born. The little girl had hair that was suited for her name, black as night. She was a hungry girl all the time, and even though Rachel was only feeding one kid instead of two this time, it seemed that Raven could keep her drained. And she had four cónyuge to help out if Raven left any. Rachel could feed the clan, but I was glad to have my turn at her luscious tits guaranteed.

Rose wrapped a red thread around Rachel's and my hands and draped a red belt around her. Rachel was my cónyuge and an official member of Casa del Fuego as well as Casa del Agua. I sometimes wondered if we shouldn't have just built one big complex building for all of us, but people liked the smaller homes and the way we could come together and part like a big family spread out over an entire village. I guess that's what we were.

Friday night the seventh, I met Pam in the barn dormitory. It was her twenty-fourth birthday and after the family celebration, she'd taken me by the hand and led me to the deserted space. Rees, Laurie, Brett, and Pam had moved to the space in Bunkhouse B, vacated by Casa de la Tierra when they moved into their new home.

"This place looks so empty now," I sighed. There was just a mattress on the floor in the big room. Even the dividers had been taken down. Everyone had moved out or moved on.

"I'm sure we'll fill it up with a new generation eventually," Pam laughed. "What I want tonight is to fill it with screams of passion."

"And how exactly do you propose to do that, Miss International Model?"

"Nude model. Let's not forget that my breasts are being featured in some of the top fashion magazines in Europe," she giggled. "And you know what? I haven't had a single problem with paparazzi following me around trying to get naked pictures of me."

"I have to say, the photos have been beautiful. I have another file drawer filled with your pictures. That grainy black and white image for the perfume company was incredible," I said. I wasn't really all that sure how I felt about so many naked pictures of her showing up. Courtney had found several websites that featured her and she wasn't getting paid by them, I didn't think. But she'd surely never faced the attacks that Joanne had.

"Sometimes all I wear is my Desire," she quoted from the ad. "Like tonight. All I plan to have on me is you."

"On you and in you," I agreed. "Pam, you are beautiful. Daring, dynamic, delightful."

"It's d'lovely!" she laughed. "Yes, Brian. Kiss me there. Lick me. Open my sex with your tongue. Put your fingers in me. Yes! Press my asshole. Oh, god! I love making love to you!"

I was busy for a while, making sure the big empty room was filled with her cries of passion. As we progressed, I moved up her body and planted my cock deep inside her. She licked her copious fluids off my face.

"I love licking my juices off Laurie's face after she makes me come."

"Are all the younger kids your sex slaves?" I asked.

"No! Oh, I give Laurie as good as I get. And Rees. And..."

"You're making love with your brother," I filled in.

"Yeah. We almost did it that summer I turned twenty. After the shooting, you know. God knows, we did just about everything else. We just didn't quite go all the way. God, he tasted good, though. Then when he got down here with the others the next year and they all moved into the dormitory and Rees joined us ... We quit trying to be good little siblings," she sighed. "I learned a lot watching you and Doreen and Doug. I decided I wasn't going to be like they were and love without having him as my lover. When the time comes, I'll still want you to put the baby in my tummy, but Brett effectively has three wives now."

"Sometimes I don't think I set a very good example," I sighed.

"We're going to petition to create a new Casa."

"The four of you?"

"Plus Leonard, Bob, and Susan."

"Really?" I thought they had created something separate. "It sounds a little wild for Susan."

"Brian, do you think that just because she's never been with you for more than a little feel-good that she didn't have a wild side?"

"I actually thought that since she was living with Leonard, she was still a virgin," I laughed. Some idiot I was.

"If you are talking about a boy putting his penis in her vagina, you're right. Susan is a lesbian. That's why she moved in with Leonard."

"I am so dense," I sighed.

"You are also long and thick and stopped moving in me." I corrected that situation immediately, even with my head swirling about the possibilities of a casa that had three women with one man, a gay male couple with one of the guys definitely bi, and a lesbian woman. I shook it out of my head. I was making love to one of those first three women and she was arguably one of the most beautiful women on the ranch. My cock felt so good in the grip of her tight little pussy. Her lips and tongue worked my mouth over in incredible and intense ways. Everything was coming down to that pinpoint of sensation that told me I'd reached my peak. Pam was panting and gasping as she moved in synch with me. "We'll call it..." she gasped. "Casa de Audacia." She screamed and I pumped.

House of Daring.

It was hard to believe that we were already approaching a new season of our various shows. Since Labor Day wasn't until the seventh, we were on the same schedule as kids returning to school. Except we didn't have kids returning to school. That's not to say none of the clan was continuing to take classes, but no one was full time. Josh began his first class toward a dPT degree. Nicki was teaching a creative writing class. Rose was debating whether or not to continue with a PhD, but was torn because she didn't feel it was necessary for business and was impractical to get it in English Literature.

Courtney, of course, was teaching a full load, which amounted to three classes in programming online applications. I had no idea what that meant, but it had to do with the World Wide Web. We already had a pretty good presence for Hearthstone Entertainment and Courtney's company managed our online presence as well as CEN's. I never imagined that my courtesan who liked to have her bottom spanked—and fucked—would be such a dynamo in the computer software business. It looked like the deal for the consumer aspect of her video editing software would go through and she was going to be several times over a millionaire. And she still wanted me to play with her butt.

Sam was expanding her role as a producer and was actively shopping for another show concept. Her assistant, Leah, was taking over more of the onsite responsibility for XX/XY. Rhonda was going in to IU about three times a month as an adjunct professor in several media classes. Jennifer had a staff of marketing people and they were now all officially employed by CEN. Her group was responsible for advertising and promoting the shows and for getting advertisers for commercial air time. She actually had the title of Vice President of Marketing.

Angela had been home briefly in August before taking off to begin her last year of residency. She'd aged a bit. Training to be a doctor was stressful. She still looked good naked, though!

Nicki had emerged from the Writer's Cottage with a new book draft and started the writing teams working on new material. Mary, of course, had her work cut out for her as the producer for Young Cooking with Chef Rees. It was more work than being the kitchen manager and we had her hire an assistant immediately. Cassie often had both babies in the morning, but she took over the home schooling of our clan kids in the afternoon and Mary cared for the babies.

I continued to work with all the kids while I talked in the morning and taught them to cook. That meant that I was fixing a wider variety of things than just breakfast, so the kids could learn more than how to make bacon, eggs, and bread. We were having some pretty interesting breakfasts. After the cooking lesson, we went to the Sacred Space for exercises. Judy was my official co-teacher and led things when I was out of town.

Dani, Xan, and I all went over to the Woods' house Friday night September 18 to celebrate George's twenty-sixth birthday. He and Dani's sisters had just gotten back. Bart and Sylvia were waiting for all of us with dinner ready.

"So how's work at the still, George?" I asked. He frowned at me.

"It's just temporary. I'm helping out for a while before I start my PhD," he said. "Besides, these two have decided to open a café next door. I'll end up being down there half the time anyway."

"Aw. Poor baby," Dolly said. "Don't we make it worth your time to be there?"

"Of course you do," George smiled. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"Well, you're tall enough," Bart laughed, "but you need to put on some weight."

We had a fun meal, with a lot of joking and teasing. George still blushed pretty easily. Even Dani got into teasing him about maybe trading places with one of her sisters and seeing if either George or I noticed. Oh, I'd notice all right. I might not say anything though. I glanced at Debbie and waggled my eyebrows at her. She blushed.

Bart handed around glasses of his best bourbon for a toast to George's birthday. We raised our glasses and then I took a nice sip of the liquor. I'd actually grown to like the stuff. Debbie and Dolly put their glasses down untouched.

"You girls okay?" Bart asked. "You haven't turned down a glass since your twenty-first birthday."

"Well..."

"You see..."

"We think..."

"We might be..."

"Well, actually, we are..."

"Pregnant."

George, Bart, and Sylvia all choked on their drinks. I didn't have any in my mouth and Dani was grinning at her sisters.

"Pregnant?" George squeaked.

"Well, you said you'd like to knock us both up," Debbie said.

"We decided to give that to you for a birthday present," Dolly added.

"But we got started a little soon this summer."

"We're due in March."

"Well, George," I said. "It looks like you get two-thirds of the still."

Bart started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a stroke. Sylvia patted him on the back until he settled down.

"And here we bought a house in Corazón," Bart finally choked out.

"Oh, we still plan to live here," Dolly said. "We want our babies to know their cousin while they're growing up. As soon as the café is up and running independently, we're coming back so George can finish his PhD."

"Well, partners," Bart said grinning at George and me. "What would you say to having a still in town?"

What I was thinking about instead was having a bakery in town. I had to admit that I was getting tired of doing the show. I'd been doing daily broadcasts for three and a half years. I won't say it wasn't fun, but it wasn't cooking. I'd come across several people in the past year who were trying to get into a show like mine. Rose and I had been back to The National Show every year. We got a lot of proposals and heard a lot of pitches now that we were producing half a dozen shows for CEN and Armand had finally asked us point-blank if we would consider merging Hearthstone Entertainment with CEN. We hadn't given him a response yet. But what was clear was that our daily programming was becoming old. We needed to expand the work we were doing with more shows or CEN would be producing replacement shows for what we were broadcasting. I felt Elaine and Rees were safe. But my evening talk show was competing against some extremely popular network shows. Hell, rumor was that CBS was actually moving 60 Minutes into my timeslot on Wednesdays. Comedy Central had Craig Kilborn doing a nightly show that was funny as hell.

Leonard's show and Heaven's show were at risk, too. There was a fashion show on nearly every network now. Amber's weekly comedy tour was holding its own so far. It looked like Comedy Central and HBO were both going to start up similar shows this fall. I wasn't too worried about that. People loved to laugh and touring different clubs each week was making Amber a popular comedienne in her own right.

Samantha had recruited a young woman to do a top tunes show each week. A kind of Dick Clark show for the new generation. That was one of our strengths—young women. I thought we should move exclusively that direction. An evening talk show with a female host would go over big. Maybe we should move Elaine into that slot. Donna, on the other hand, insisted we needed to keep a show with a strong metrosexual male as host. That was a new term that was becoming popular in the marketing world. It had something to do with a single, urban-dwelling man with lots of disposable income who took meticulous care of his appearance. As far as I could tell, it just meant a straight guy who let a gay guy dress him.

Even though he was gay, Adam played very strongly as my most frequent guest host. Donna admitted grudgingly that young women had as deep a fascination with gay men as gay men had with Bette Midler. No matter how you looked at it, XX/XY needed a new front man. My image was wearing thin and becoming a baker was sounding more and more appealing.

Whitney's tour in Turkey was over on the first of October and by Sunday she was home and in my arms for a two-week leave. I was happy and a little pissed that she didn't get a leave in the middle of her deployment. She said things had been difficult and she was thankful to be home for my birthday. As far as that was concerned, I couldn't have had a better birthday present.

"Just eight months and you'll be home for good," I said as I held her in my arms. "I miss you so much, Whitney. You'll be so proud of the kids. They've really progressed. And Judy is turning into a great instructor. You know she's defending her master's thesis in Criminal Justice this month? She'll have her degree in December! Would you believe she wrote her thesis on legal implications of personal and corporate security? She handles security for the village, the ranch, the studio, and the corporate offices. There has not been a single incident since you left. I'm giving her credit for that. And the shows. Well, they are draining. But I have this week off while Adam fills in for me. He's on the road in San Francisco this week. I was happy to let him have that trip." I was rambling and excited and punctuating ever sentence with kisses as we lay in the master suite and recovered from our first round of love-making. She seemed as hungry for me as I was for her.

"Brian. Um ... Oh, god, I've missed you." There were tears in her eyes and she hugged me fiercely. Being hugged by Whitney could break your back. I had a feeling she hadn't cried much in the past four years. "Let's just make love and forget about everything for a while. We can talk later." So we did.

Dani was the only one who joined us in bed. Whitney wasn't much into girls, but she loved to be held by Dani. Everyone did. In the big bedroom, it was different. Everyone was around us and touches were freely given and received. She clung to Rose as I licked her to an orgasm and actually hugged us as Rhonda and I made love.

She watched the kids do their forms and the kids were all attentive as she corrected them and demonstrated a few new moves. Watching Whitney naked as she moved through her forms was like watching a dance of elegance. Her long form glided through the forms. She was cut. Her arms, legs, back, and abs rippled with muscles. She was probably twice as strong as I was. And I knew she was lethal. I was surprised when she didn't want to spar with me.

"You know, in all the time we worked with Master Xi, he didn't let us spar. Everything was forms and control. Yet when you needed it, the power of the universe was at your command," she said. "I understand now. You showed remarkable restraint the last time we sparred. I didn't. I don't know restraint. I can't afford it."

On Tuesday, the second week of her leave, I woke up at four-thirty and found her sitting in bed. She was staring off into space. Her jaw was clenched and a tear formed in her eye.

"What is it, Whit? What's on your heart?"

"They killed one of my men," she whispered.

"What? When? I never heard about anything happening anywhere near Ankara!"

"Nairobi."

"When did you go to Nairobi? I thought you were in Turkey."

"I was. I don't know how much you know about Marines, especially the MPs. Platoons are usually led by a lieutenant. As a first lieutenant, "promotable" (meaning I'm on the list for captain in a few months), I'm commanding a detachment three platoons in size. Half the Marine MPs in Europe and Africa. A hundred and twenty men and women. You know I was sent to Ankara, but I spent as much time at Incerlik. We had an air training exercise there. With USAF, Turkish Air Force, Marines, and a Navy ship at anchor off the coast, I moved a platoon to Adana. I still had a platoon in Germany, two squads in Ankara, and I sent two squads to Nairobi and Dar es Salaam. They were green. It was first deployment for most of them, and what better way to get them used to focusing on their jobs than to send them to a couple of nice peaceful embassies as a security force?" She wiped her face with the back of her hand angrily. It suddenly clicked. The embassies had been bombed in August.