“May we be excused Mom?” Vicky asks.
“You may.” She grants them permission.
He pull Vicky’s chair out for her and push it back in once she leaves the table. Then they went hand in hand up the stairs while the others clear the table.
“I want to show you something else I got at the outlets yesterday.” Vicky said to him as they headed up the stairs. “You’re going to love it.”
“I doubt I could like it any more than that dress. Are you going to change in the room for me or the bathroom?”
“I don’t need to change. I am already wearing it.” She winks.
As soon as they entered their top floor room, Vicky was on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulls him in. Their lips met and they exchange tender kisses with one another. Kissing Vicky was familiar. Not boring, but familiar. There was a difference. But just as he was really getting into it and he can feel the blood start to flow, she stopped and pulls away.
“You would choose me, right?” She asked.
“Huh?”
“If you had the choice between us. My sisters, my Mom and me. Who would you choose?”
One look into her blue eyes told him that this is not bedroom banter. It was a sincere question and she was looking for an answer. Why? Why is she asking him this?
“Vicky… I love you. He would choose you. Every time.” He said and hope she believes him. He mean what he said, it’s the truth. As special as the girls are, and even with the chemistry they all share, he would still choose Vicky.
Vicky places her hand gently on his cheek, and then she smiled and kissed him. “I love you too.”
“But, there is something I need to tell you.” He said But Vicky is already at the nightstand by her side of the bed. She pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer.
“Look what I brought.” She said with a smile.
“Vicky…” He started, but she was pushing him up against the wall. Kissing his neck as she forced his hands up above his head. She cuffs one wrist, wrapped the cuffs around the top of the bedfrahim and then cuffs his other wrist.
“Vicky, can we slow down for just a second?” he asked. She was reaching in her drawer again, and removing the shawl she bought the first night we were here.
“Don’t worry, I will go slow. That’s why I cuffed you. I don’t want you speeding anything up. And I don’t want you to see what’s coming either. I want it to be a surprise.” She said as she wrapped the shawl up and ties it around his face, covering his eyes. Everything goes black and he hear her heals clicking against the wooden floor.
“Vicky, please. You need to know something.” He said, then he hear the sliding door to the patio open and the sound of waves fill the room. “What are you doing?”
“I want to hear the sounds of the ocean while I have his fun with you. There’s something incredibly erotic about it.”
He felt his belt be unbuckled and its quickly pulled through the loops on his pants. Then his shirt is untucked from his slacks and he felt the first button being undone.
“Vicky, before this goes any further, I need to tell you something.” The buttons on his shirt are flying undone. It’s like she grew an extra pair of hands they’re being undone so fast. Her soft lips kiss his neck, then his chest. She’s moving all around him, he could hear the click clack of her heels pacing around quickly. His shirt is fully undone and is torn open.
“Vicky I should have told you this a long time ago.” She kisses his neck some more, then she drags her long fingernails slowly down his chest and down his flexed stomach. Wait…. Fingernails? He don’t remember Vicky having fingernails.
“Vicky?” he asked. Soft lips brush his lips, then almost simultaneously kiss his lower stomach. “Vicky?” He heard a soft laugh, but he don’t recognize it as Vicky’s. A mouth is nipping at his left earlobe. A pair of hands is on his chest. Someone softly squeezes his crotch through his slacks.
“Woh, what the hell is going on?!” He flail and kick his legs until the onslaught of touching stops. He pull his arms. No budge. He was legitimately trapped unless he want to rip the bedframe apart. He tried to rub the shawl from his face against his bicep. He succeed in moving it a little and light pours in underneath it, but he still can’t make anything out.
“Vicky. Take this thing off me.” he ordered.
“Are you sure? You’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Take it off, now.” He said.
He feel a pair of hands reach behind his head and undo the shawl, then pull it away from his face. The sun is directly outside our glass wall and it blinds him momentarily. Gradually he saw four silhouettes emerge, and then they come into focus.
Mrs. Orton, Bella, Tina and Vicky are all standing in front of him in their black dresses. He look down to see that he have several prints of lips going down his torso in slightly varied shades of lipstick.
Shit! That was when he knew that Vicky knew about his secret. And now she had literally locked him up so he can’t escape the confrontation.
“Vicky, I wanted to tell you. I can explain.” he began.
“Explain? You can explain how you’ve been fucking my sisters and Mother?” His eyes have adjusted to the light enough now that he can make out her face. She was smiling. She doesn’t look angry, she was actually smiling. Unless she was smiling at the thought of how she is going to enact her vengeance.
“You’re not… mad?” He asked.
“No. At least not anymore.” She said. “Trust me, when I first found out, I wanted to kill you. But after it sank in I realized that maybe it wasn’t that bad.”
“How?” he asked in disbelief.
“I saw a hickie on Bella’s boob in the changing room yesterday. I knew there was no way that Jacob had given it to her so he confronted her. Eventually the whole truth came out.”
“No, I mean how is this not a bad thing?”
“Well when I heard the whole story, I was amazed that you actually attempted to say no to any of them in the first place. I could tell something has been tearing you up inside, and now this explains it.” She explained. “Besides, if anyone is going to be fucking my boyfriend, I can’t think of any other women I will rather have doing it.”
He don’t believe what he was hearing. He thought it must be some sort of trap.
“And the more they told me the more I realized how much you were giving to them. My Mom has been alone for a long time. I was not naïve enough to not realize that even though she is my Mom, she is still a woman with urges and needs. She had been happier than I can remember these last few months and I don’t want to take that away from her.”
“And Bella, I have always believed that Jacob was gay. Maybe in a weird way you can actually help her family stay together in their own little way. And I think Jacob might even secretly be glad to know that you have taken that responsibility off his place.”
“She’s right.” Bella added.
“And Tina… well, we all know she’s a total deviant. She needs all the dick she can get.” Tina smiled at him.
“But what really sealed the deal was just now, when you told me you love me. I know you’re telling the truth. I know you would choose me. And that’s enough for me.” She said. ” If I had sensed that you were lying, I would have blindfolded you and pushed you off the patio.”
“Thank goodness you weren’t lying. For all our sakes.” Mrs. Orton ads.
“Vicky, I am finding this all a little hard to believe.” he said, his eyes shifting from one women to the next. Vicky approaches him until her chest is touching his.
“I am still mad that you lied to me. You should have been honest from the beginning. But we can talk about that later. Give me some credit. I am more open minded than you think.” Vicky said. “Besides, I have a feeling that now it’s out in the open, and you don’t have to run around and keep it all a big secret anymore, that you’ll enjoy it even more.”
He was pretty sure that this is all a dream. That he will be waking up any moment now, back at home. But within that crazy fantasy that he was living, he have a rational thought.
“Where is Jacob?” he asked.
“I sent him to the store to get a specific type of baby food.” Bella says. “It will take him forty minutes to get there. Ten or fifteen to realize the store doesn’t have it, and another forty to drive back. I will say we have at least an hour. And the clock is ticking.”
They have thought of everything. And yet he still feel like that wasn’t real, or it’s some kind of test.
“Vicky, are you sure about this?” he look into her eyes as he asked it. She placed her hand on his cheek again and kissed him hard.
“I want you to fuck me.” She said quietly when she pulls away. So quietly that the three women behind her may not even be able to hear. Like she was speaking just to him now. “And I want you to fuck me Mother. And I want you to fuck my older sisters. And I want to watched you fuck them hard.”