Beverly grinned. “She has a tendency for picking up strays.”
“She isn’t anything like I’d imagined. She’s . . .”
“Beautiful?” finished his sister. “In every conceivable way. Listen Brian, I don’t know how much you know, but . . .”
“You two are together? Romantically?” he said, emphasizing ‘romantically.’
“Yeah. Are you gonna be okay with that?”
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it does weird me out. But after seeing what Dad was really like, your way of life seems much less bothersome.” Brian yawned. “Listen, I’m about to drop dead here.”
“Get some sleep. I need to go see how Tammy’s doing anyway. There are clean sheets in the drawer, and some clean towels too. I’ll see you in the morning.” She hugged her brother again, happy to have some of her family around again. Then she went back up to the main house.
Tammy was sitting on the couch wearing her favorite robe. It was white silk (which contrasted against her dark skin nicely) and had a beautiful picture of a peacock sewn into it. Her head was resting on the arm of the sofa. She didn’t look sad or angry anymore. She looked, well . . . completed.
“Hey you. I was just going to come looking for you.”
“Dressed in that? You would have given my brother a heart attack!”
“Maybe. I would have put shoes on first.” The two girls giggled. “Thanks, by the way.”
“For what?”
“For talking to her. For getting me to talk to her. She meant a lot to me, and I never really let myself get over what happened.”
“So, are you two . . .” Beverly paused, not knowing how to phrase the question.
“Together? Hell no, baby-cakes. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” She pulled Beverly down onto the couch and hugged her to her chest. Beverly didn’t mind that at all. “But I think we might be friends again. It will take some getting used to, but I don’t have the energy to hold that grudge anymore. But enough about that for now. How was your conversation with Brian?”
“Good. He’s tired as heck, but he told me what happened. Thank you so much for taking him in. Don’t worry though; there’s a finite number of us, so you shouldn’t have to do this many more times.” That got a laugh out of the beautiful sheriff.
“Oh no! Two of you is quite enough.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially into Beverly’s ear. “You should have seen it. Brian kicked your father’s ass.”
“I believe it. I’m surprised dad went down that easily.”
“The thing about bullies, my dear, is that while they can fight, they can’t fight back.”
“What’s going to happen to my other brothers?”
“There is going to be a hearing next week to evaluate options. They are going to evaluate whether your father is fit to raise children at the present time. I don’t know what is going to happen, but you will probably have to testify at some point.”
“No problem. He shouldn’t be allowed to hurt anyone else.”
“Listen,” said Tammy. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”
“I know.” Beverly realized they both had decisions to make, but wasn’t ready yet. Luckily, she didn’t need to be.
“But,” continued the older girl, “that can wait another day. I think we both could use a little break.” They were both smiling now. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get undressed. I’ll be up in a minute.”
This was one of those times Beverly was happy to simply do as she was told. As she was waiting, she heard the microwave go off. When Tammy came up the stairs, she had shed her robe and was carrying a bottle of some kind. It looked like the oil she used when she gave massages. Beverly practically leaped face first onto the bed. She LOVED Tammy’s massages! She lay on the bed and glanced over her shoulder. Tammy was letting her robe slide from her body and soon a silky white v-string was the only thing covering her dark and beautiful skin. Bev let her head rest on the pillow and she closed her eyes. She felt Tammy’s hands gently brush her hair aside before coming to rest on her shoulders. Tammy worked the shoulders thoroughly before moving to the neck. While massaging her neck muscles, Beverly felt Tammy’s weight shift, and suddenly her lover’s lips were at Beverly’s ear where they sucked on the lobe oh so sweetly. Then those lips were gone again.
Beverly was already feeling the trials and tribulations of the day seeping out her pores as Tammy started moving down her back. The older girl let her strong hands drift around the sides and caress the sides of the younger girl’s chest. Beverly wanted to lift her body up so her friend could just manhandle her tits, but Tammy was already moving on down. She used her thumbs to relax the muscles all along Beverly’s spine, and Beverly jumped a bit when she first felt pressure at the small of her back. She heard a chuckle.
“I love watching when you do that. You’re so sensitive there!” Beverly felt Tammy’s lips kissing the small of her back, making her shiver all over.
“The things I have to put up with,” murmured Beverly into the pillow in a lazy voice. “Ooh!”
Tammy’s lips had started working their way south to the top of Beverly’s butt crack, then they moved from one cheek to the other. Her hands began kneading the young girl’s butt cheeks like bread dough until they got to the top of her legs. Tammy was enjoying tormenting her young lover by massing the thick muscles at the tops of her legs, then letting her finger creep inwards towards the promised land. But her fingers never quite touched Beverly’s now-lubricated pussy, but rather always seemed to come up just a half-an-inch short. Beverly gasped a little with each near miss, and was grinding her hips slightly against the bed.
Tammy worked her way down again, temporarily (and regrettably) easing the torment she had been inflicting. She worked the strain out of Beverly’s calves and feet. Then came the magic words, “Okay, now roll over. It’s time for your front.”