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Son for Hire: Chapter 69
🕑 Added 2022-04-13 16:08:46 +0000 UTCChapter 69...heh. 😏
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Working at the same swift and steady speed as this morning Alan and I climb the stairs from basement to main floor to second floor and finally to attic before grabbing a fresh load and making our way back down again. After two trips I am a sweaty mess and gasping like a fish out of water, doubly so after trip three.
Alan is turning to head back up for trip number four when Evelyn says. “Slow down darling. You’re going to give the poor boy a heart attack.”
“The kid’s half my age.” He scoffs. “If he can’t keep up that’s on him.”
“Alan.” She says. “Take it easy on Donald. He’s not built like you and Eugene. He’s a…soft boy.”
“Pfff, you can say that again.”
Evelyn’s mouth wasn’t smiling but her eyes were as she watches me all sweaty and catching my breath. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I just need a minute.” I huff. “Hey, I appreciate all the help big guy. Really. Just gimme a sec.”
“Uh huh.” He grunts. Returning to the counter he takes his glass that had been refilled and has a drink.
Kitty brings me my cola with that familiar glint of trouble in her brown eyes. “Here you are, soft boy.”
“Shaddup!” I quip in a way too brotherly way as I take the drink. “Not too soft to kick your butt any day of the week.”
Across the room Alan’s hard gray eyes lock onto me, his jaw clenches. Lowering his glass he asks in a deep voice. “What did you just say to her?”
Kitty picks up on his offended vibe and quickly laughs it off. “He wishes he could kick my butt! Ha ha!”
“Is that how you talk to your wife?” He asks me pointedly.
“Huh? Uh, no, I mean, I was just joking.”
“Alan dear, it was just a joke. Young people have a different sense of humor.”
“It’s not funny.” He wanted to say more but he holds his tongue. Keeping me in his stern gaze for another few seconds before turning to Kit. “Thank you for the drink Kitty.” He finishes it off and sets it back down on the counter. “I’ll get the rest of it.”
“No, I’m good…” I start to say but he was already on the way out. Alan was not one to dally. I give the other two a cringing grimace, they do the same back to me, then follow Alan back up the stairs.
In the upper hallway he stops and looks down at me beside him. I stare back at him, doing my best not to be intimidated. He gives a little shake of his head. “Don’t talk to your wife like that.”
“I was just…”
“At least, not around me.” He interrupts. “For some reason she committed herself to your sorry ass. She deserves your respect.”
I summon my courage. “Respectfully Sir…it’s none of your business what we do. You have no right to judge us.”
“Judge you? I’m trying to…” He sighs and gives a slow, almost saddened, nod as he states. “You are hopeless.”
“And you are…” I consider my next words carefully. “…very rude.” It didn’t quite have the ring of ‘…an asshole’ but it was as close I dare come. What in the hell did Evelyn ever see in this Neanderthal?
He scoffs. “Right, lets do this.”
“Right.”
With that uncomfortable moment done we finish the last couple of loads in complete silence. The dude hated me, that deep down in the gut sort of hate, and everything I said or did only seemed to entrench that opinion further. Despite that still he helped me carry things down and, though I am sure he wanted to, he hadn’t yet thrown me to curb. I decide that avoidance would be my best tactic with him. The less we interacted the better it would be for everybody. On those rare instances we did come together the thin veneer of general neighborly politeness would have to suffice, if he even granted me that after today.
As he sets the easel down and I put the last box onto our newly inherited coffee table Evelyn treats me with a proud grin. “Good job.” She says to the both of us, though her eyes were on me. When I was sure Alan wasn’t looking I shoot her a coy grin at the praise.
“Thank you so, so, so, sooooo much Alan.” Kitty says. “You two have just been amazing.”
He gives her a polite nod. Alan was already rolling down his sleeves. He looks to his wife. “Come on. Let’s get some supper.”
“We’re going out?”
“Yeah.”
She comes up to stand beside her husband. “We’ll leave you two to settle in.”
“Once the stuff from the store is delivered that’ll be everything.” I say through heavy breaths. “Thanks again.”
“It was our pleasure.” Evelyn says brightly, clearly only speaking for herself. Looking up to Alan she suggests. “I thought it might be nice invite them up for dinner soon.”
“Ooo!” Kit smiles.
“We’ll talk about it.” Alan smothers the women’s enthusiasm with his dour tone. He and I glance at each other, neither one of us wanting anything more to do with the other.
“Not tonight of course.” She says. “But…”
“We’ll talk about it.” He states again in a way that said ‘over my dead body’. He motions for her to go ahead of him. She gives me one more warm look. I could see in her hazel eyes just how happy she was to have me here. She bids us a good night and the pair of them head up the stairs and out of the suite. I hurry to the downstairs door and shut it.
“God I’m glad he’s gone!” I say. “What an ass!”
Kitty laughs. “I thought we gave the game away with the two beds thing.”
“It’s not funny!” I exclaim. “Jesus Kit, we gotta be more prepared.”
“Hey, you’re just lucky he didn’t need to use the washroom.” She quips, her eyes glinting with that signature humor.
“Oh?”
“In your hurry…you forgot something in there…soft boy.”
My whole face goes hot as blood rushes to the blushing skin. With Alan’s sudden arrival Evelyn and I had cleared out of there quick. Oh no! “S-something?” I croak.
From a back pocket Kitty produces the turquoise toy and holds it up by the base. It was all washed up thank God! “Your butt plug.”
“I…uh…”
“I thought it might be Evelyn’s…” She says, a smirk growing across her lips. “…but then I remembered how squirmy and tense you were this afternoon. You wore it out with your sister! You nasty boy!”
“Kitty!” I protest. “Give me that.” I walk toward her but she keeps her distance, holding the incriminating plug up in plain sight and waving it just out of my reach. “That’s not yours.”
“Ha ha ha ha!” Kit scrambles over the boxes and furniture with me hot on her trail. “You mind drivin?” She mimics my voice from when I tossed her the keys to the truck. “I need to concentrate on ridin my plug.”
“Give it!” I say, my embarrassment growing by the second.
“I thought you looked rather intense today. How could you not with this up your pooper.”
“Ewwww! Kitty!”
Pretending to be me she makes a perfect ahegao face and lets out a lusty moan. “Hahhhhh.”
“Shut up!” I exclaim both aghast and holding back laughter. I at last nearly grab it from her but end up tripping over a box and tumble to the floor. “Ow!”
As I turn over on my back she is standing over me with a huge smile on her face. “Y’all are kinky as fuck. I love it!” She giggles as she drops my toy. I snatch it out of the air and clutch it to my chest. “I’m surprised she didn’t have you caged too.”
“Ahh, heh, uh yeah.” My blush and my lousy lying gives me away again.
“NO!”
“What?”
“No way!” She points at my groin. “You did! You’re probably wearing it right now!”
“No way!” My hands dart to cover my crotch, which puts me in the even more embarrassing position of holding the butt plug up right where my dick would be. I pull it away quickly as Kitty doubles over with laughter.
“What about nipple clamps?” She asks between laughs. “Does she collar you? Have you done ropes?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Ropes are fun. You’re a rope slut, aren’t you?”
“Oh my God, stop talking!” I say. “It’s not how you think.”
She is not convinced. “Ha ha ha ha! Ahhhhh, this is too good! My innocent little brother is a certified kink fiend. Ha ha ha ha!”
“SHADDUP!”
