Chapter 3: Love’s Labor Lauded
We arrived back at the farm to find that we were the last to arrive of the complete family.
Vin and Allison were still living here full time, both in school, Vin having finished high school back in June and Allison finishing her junior year at the local branch college. Both had been out of the house when Kaitlyn and I had driven up here before, but they were here now.
Kaitlyn’s big brother Miguel — whom they called Miguelito as a joke about his broad six-six frame — and his wife Carmen had also arrived.
Luckily, I’d called Kaitlyn before we left the house, so we knew what our story was going to be.
“Ah, good to see you, Davie!” greeted Carmen. “¡Y mama!” She gave us both hugs, backed by Miguelito. “Where’d you take the birthday girl?”
“I took him,” Mary informed her daughter-in-law.
This was a deeply misleading true statement. Witness the richness of language!
“Kaitlyn was bragging on their back yard after they saw our new retreat area, so I had to go see it,” Mary prevaricated smoothly.
“And…?” Carmen pressed.
“It’s very nice. Most enjoyable in fact.” Mary shared a secret smile with me. “It’s different from ours in several ways, but I think we might have a bit of a competition between us come spring.”
“Ooh, I’ll happily cheer that on,” put in Allison. “Run you two off against each other and make you invite me over, competing for my affections!”
We all laughed at this. Allison’s a bit of a glutton for attention, being the Gutierrez’ middle child. Technically so was Kaitlyn, but there’s something about being the eldest daughter that reins in the tendencies that had shaped Allison. Kaitlyn and Miguel were the responsible ones, Allison the wild one, and Vin the shy baby.
Kaitlyn’s sibs seemed to buy this story. It was true, as far as it went. It just wasn’t the whole truth.
Mary asked, “Well, I hope someone’s going to tell me I don’t have to scramble to prepare my own birthday dinner?”
“Dad and I took care of that while you were away, mom,” Kaitlyn replied, smiling.
“Awww…! Thank you, you two.” Then she gathered her eldest daughter up into a hug, and I heard her whisper, “I owe you a lot!” She punctuated it with a kiss to her daughter’s cheek, and I knew she wasn’t talking about dinner.
Kaitlyn came to me and asked quietly, “Did you get it?”
“Yeah. Gone-ski.”
She pulled me into a strong embrace, and I felt tears on my cheek and neck. “Thank you, Davie! Thank you!”
I held her until she regained composure, holding her until I saw the others’ attention elsewhere, then I released her to let her covertly wipe her eyes and nose.
I mouthed “bathroom” at her, and she turned quietly and went off down the hall. “Bathroom,” I explained aloud to Allison when she turned to me with a quizzical look on her face.
Once Kaitlyn left, Ramón came over and asked me quietly, to not be overheard, “So, did she get it out of her system?”
“I think so. Don’t worry. I’m not going to take anything from you.”
“I know you won’t. You’ve been entirely honorable, as far as I can tell.”
“Well, I don’t expect a repeat of it any time soon, if ever. Let’s just say her curiosity’s satisfied, okay?”
“Glad to hear it, son,” and we shook hands.
The Gutierrez family and I had another nice game night after dinner, which was excellent as usual. Dessert was apple pie with vanilla ice cream served after the third round of Scrabble. I’d actually won the last of these.
“Beginner’s luck,” groused Vin.
“Go again?” I shot back, grinning.
He pulled the score sheet across the table, looked at the 50 point lead I’d had at the end of the game and said, “I think I’m done for the night,” and we laughed merrily as he retreated.
We all slept together in the Gutierrez family farmhouse that night, and this time I noticed a lot more casual nudity as everyone prepared for bed. Vin and Allison had apparently gotten into the habit of stripping off before doing their nightly ablutions. Mary and Ramón were doing the same, making it unanimous amongst the household’s permanent residents. I wondered if they’d come to some kind of verbal agreement, or if it had happened more organically? Maybe one had started it and the rest had just joined individually? Walking around naked before bed was pretty enjoyable; I’d been doing it for years.
Miguel and Carmen didn’t go quite that far, but they did get down to their underwear for us, which was especially enjoyable for me. Carmen’s built like a professional model, and I always enjoyed seeing her.
Apprehending the state of affairs, Kaitlyn and I joined the permanent resident faction, stripping off for bed, talking quietly in the darkened living room, waiting for our turn in the crowded bathroom.
“Were you guys sandbagging tonight?” I asked Kaitlyn quietly.
“Whatever do you mean?” Kaitlyn replied, sounding innocent.
“I hope you didn’t throw the game to me. I want to win fair and square or not at all.”
She shrugged. “I wasn’t trying too hard, but I didn’t do anything especially stupid. Maybe the others were feeling kind towards you, too. You could have just had a good streak of luck with the letter draw on top of that. I’ll be sure to tell everyone not to go easy on you next time, okay?”
“I’d appreciate that. If we’re going to be socializing with Jess, I’m going to need some hard training to avoid embarrassing myself with her. What was the usual spread on our games with her back at the wedding’s after party, something like eighty points?”
“She is kind of scary at Scrabble,” she agreed.
“I heard that the winner of the French Scrabble championships several years back didn’t speak a word of conversational French. He won the tournament on pure memorization. Jess is a bit like that.”
“What’s she really like?” Kaitlyn asked. “I didn’t get to know her very well at the wedding. To tell the truth, I’m kind of nervous about moving in with her on such little knowledge.”
“Don’t be. She’s a sweetie. I’d say her main character flaw is just being more deeply introverted than me.” She looked at me curiously. “Truly. I’m plenty aspy, but she’s got me aced there, too. Fortunately, you know how to deal with aspies.”
“Did you two ever…?” she trailed off.
“We met when she was seventeen; I was twenty-six,” I reminded her. “I only knew her for about a year up in Salt Lake. I suppose she might have been technically legal at some point before I moved to Moab, but…no. Just no.” I sighed and thought about it some. “I suppose I just never got over that feeling, that she’s like my little sister or something. I love her to bits, but only in that way.”
“So no ménage à trois, then?” she teased.
“Only if you two start it,” I replied.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I think that’s what it’d take: permission and encouragement from you both.”
“Well, something to think about,” she replied enigmatically.
“Which way, yea or nay?”
She just smiled at me and put her head on my shoulder until it was our turn in the bathroom.
In bed, I asked, “Do you have anything to tell me about you and your father?”
“Hmmm?” Then she squirmed tighter into my big spoon, her buttocks enveloping my flaccid cock, causing it to stir a bit. “Oh, you mean after you and mother left. No, nothing happened. I just kept on massaging him for a while, then helped him do some of the evening chores that a pair of insensitive jerks left behind for us to take care of while they went gallivanting around, having fun while we worked.” She then emitted a mock picked-on sigh.
“Oh, I was working hard, too, I assure you!” I punctuated this with a squeeze of the breast I held.
“Yeah, I’ll bet!” she chortled. Then, after a bit of silence, she asked, “Is there anything you want to tell me about it?”
“Mmmm, there’s not really much to say. It was very nice, and we both enjoyed it, but I think that’ll be it for a while. She may never ask again. I suppose you should know she said she’s jealous of you.”
“I’ll bet that was good for your ego,” she said wryly.
“If you want to hear a secret from our little tryst, it’s that you were the subject of our pillow talk, afterward.”
“Kinky,” she replied wryly.
“Seriously. Did you ever meet your great-aunt Kaitlyn?”
“She told you that story, did she? Hmmph. Yeah, we met on a trip back East once, but she was just this strange old woman to me. Nothing clicked.” When I just stroked her belly and stayed silent, she asked, “I suppose you also want to know who Amber was, my other namesake.”
“Please?”
“A school friend from around here. I knew her a lot better, she being my mom’s age and local. For all I know, she’s still living here. I suppose I should speak to my mother about her, maybe reconnect sometime.”
“It’s wonderful to know that you have such deep roots.”
“Feeling bereft, my milk chocolate transplant?”
I thought about that for a while, then said, “Some, I guess. I’m too aspy to have shed tears on leaving home, but my first years here in the US were bewildering. I’m happy to be regaining some roots now, through you. I love you, Kaitlyn. I truly do.”
“And I love you, too. Dammit, Davie, mom’s right to be jealous. We’ve got a really good thing going here. This push into healing better not hose our relationship.”
“It won’t as long as we keep to our core principle: always a net decrease in pain in the world. I’m pretty sure I achieved that tonight, but you tell me: any sting?”
“No, I’m happy she got that taste. Ever since Salt Lake and Little Davie, I knew it might come to this. To have done it for so good a cause, though… The fact is, I’m sizzling with happiness, Davie.” Then she pulled my hand off her breast and kissed my palm, then replaced it upon her other breast. “Thank you again, Davie.”
Then she ground her wonderful callipygous Latina butt into me again. Into her ear, I whispered, “How about a ride?”
“Aren’t you tapped out?” she asked incredulously.
“I’ve healed my tongue,” I said wryly.
“Oh. Oh!” Then she climbed up atop me, straddled my face, and I sent her into several squeaking stifled orgasms before she collapsed back into my arms, and we drifted into sleep.