An Erotic Christmas Carol 
				
Stave 5 - A Long Christmas Day

The grating sound of his alarm woke Eben up.

He turned to read the numbers: 9:00 am.

He had overslept which did not surprise him. He lay in bed staring at his
ceiling feeling the plates that made up his personality shift.

He sighed.

He smiled as he wondered whom the changes he meant to make in his life
would surprise the most. He would have put money on Roberta, or maybe Asa.
He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. As he did his morning wash
and showered, he planned his day.

Obviously, the Christmas presents he had bought were woefully
inappropriate for a post 'Christmas ghosts haunted' Eben. He shrugged; he
was rich enough that a few of his clients would be happy to open their
doors if he made it worth their while. Actually, he only really needed
one, and the man had a family whose members were miserly enough to deserve
their own Christmas ghost visits. He paused with the toothbrush in his
mouth wondering if maybe he was now in a position to suggest the next
possible hauntee.

Minutes later he got out of the shower, put on a bathrobe, and walked to
the phone. He opened his personal phone book and dialed the number of the
most exclusive jeweler in town. The man sounded extremely unappreciative
of being woken up on a holiday until Eben named some of the things he
planned to buy. He could feel the false wattage over the phone line as a
greedy smile split the other's man face. Eben told the jeweller he would
be in front of the store in a half-hour if someone was not there Eben
would call someone else.

He continued to wonder who would be the most surprised on the drive to the
store. Finally, he changed his mind to Brenda since she probably hoped he
would change the most but knew exactly why he would not have in the past.

He parked his car in front of the jewelry shop. The owner was waiting by
the door and happily held it open for him. Eben saw the man's wife
standing behind a jewelry case. She gave him a wonderfully fake sales
smile as he approached.

"We have a few things to show you," the wife said anxiously. They knew
that Eben spared no expense when he bought. The thought of Eben Razz on a
shopping spree sent shivers of avaricious pleasure through their bodies.

Eben waved the woman's suggestions away. He walked through the jewelry
cases. He stopped at the bracelets.

"The diamond tennis," he said.

"The emerald one also," he said thinking the emeralds would complement
Tiffany's eyes.

He continued walking among the cases. He stopped at the necklaces. He had
seen it before and wanted to buy it for her. It had not been appropriate
but now it was even more than perfect.

"The diamond and ruby heart pendant," It was a hollow gold heart with a
ruby contained in one half of the heart, and a diamond in the other.

He thought about Roberta's youngest daughter. He did not know what she
liked but he remembered Brenda's desire to be grown up. He thought diamond
studs would probably make any young girl smile. He walked to the case of
earrings and pointed imperiously at the most brilliant of the diamond
studs. Completely inappropriate for her, but it should make her heart sing
he thought to himself. He pointed at a different more elegant set; he
figured no woman ever outgrew diamonds so Roberta's mother would love
them.

The boy was harder but he remembered at the last moment as he left his
penthouse that the boy had been wearing the jersey of the local team's
starting quarterback. He tapped the inside pocket of his jacket. Season
tickets to the local football team with a man willing to take him to every
game should do it. It was not diamonds but he smirked at a young boy's
concept of cool.

He walked back to the necklaces and studied what was available. He tapped
his teeth with a fingernail in a nervous gesture he had broken himself of
in law school.

The owner walked to stand on the other side of the case Eben was studying.

"Sir," the man said politely. "If I may?"

Eben studied him. He disliked the class of the owner's greed but could not
deny the man had excellent taste.

"A mistress," Eben said in a quiet voice.

"Aahh!" the owner said his eyes going blank for a moment. "Something
darker but with a touch of 'as good as any other woman'."

Eben looked at the man with interest.

"I'll be back." the owner said and moved to the back of the store.

He returned a couple of minutes later with a necklace case. He placed it
in front of Eben and opened it.

Eben smiled

A simple polished rope platinum chain with a high quality 1 1/2 carat
diamond pendant. The darker was below the diamond, two inches of platinum
rope and then a Tahitian black pearl.

It perfectly described Asa.

He handed his credit card to the man. The wife busied herself with
wrapping his gifts and humming Christmas carols. Eben signed for
everything and barely noticed that the man went to hover over to his wife.
They finished and gave Eben a bag. He nodded and thanked them as he opened
the door and walked to his car.

He looked at his watch and knew he had time before meeting Brenda at her
house.

He recognized the bottle of wine and the glass that were on Asa's table
when he was in his future vision of her. They had also been in his vision
of the present. He ground his teeth together as he drove to her house. He
knew her address. 'Just in case.' she told him when she gave it to him.
There was no one on the road so when he looked at his watch as he parked
in front of her door he knew he was going to make it. When he read the
evidence of what day the future vision had to be, he automatically looked
at the clock on her wall to check the time: 11:28 am.

It was 11:25 am.

He walked to the door with her gift in his hand. He pounded hard on the
door. It was a couple of minutes before she opened it. She looked at him
and her eyes expressed her confusion. She had the phone to her ear. Eben
remembered when he came into the vision she had already been talking on
the phone.

She had the defeated look on her face.

"Excuse me," Eben said taking the phone out of her hand. "This call is for
me."

Her eyes widened in surprise as he handed her the gift box.

"Merry Christmas, Asa." he said gently before focusing on the phone.

"Hello," he said into it.

"Who is this?" the female voice on the other side said angrily.

He stepped into the doorway and a stunned Asa stood aside for him to
enter. He closed the door behind him and took her hand. He led her into
the living room and gestured towards the sofa and her still unopened gift.

"Asa?!" the voice nearly yelled.

"No, this is Eben." he said turning to look around the house. He wondered
how much money he had spent on Asa over the years that she could afford to
live there.

"Can I talk to Asa?" the voice said, a touch of disbelief laced it.

"No," he said facing the fireplace. Asa gasped behind him and he smiled
knowing she had seen her gift.

"What do you mean no?" the voice asked confused.

"I mean Asa's relationship with your agency just ended," Eben said. He
turned around to find Asa admiring her gift. Her eyes shifted to him as
his words sunk into her consciousness.

"Can I talk to Asa?" the voice said with anger returning.

"Asa is mine," Eben said clipping each syllable. "Service the young, rich
client yourself and do NOT call her again."

He pressed the off button on the phone and turned to Asa. He looked into
her eyes. There were tears there as he took the couple of steps to her. He
took the necklace from her hands and placed it on her neck. She pulled her
hair out of the way so that he could secure it. He ran his fingers along
the chain until they were touching the pearl. He moved his hands downward
and untied her robe. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and it settled
on the floor.
 
He looked into her eyes and grabbed a fistful of midnight black hair. He
pulled her so that her face was an inch from his. Her eyes expressed no
panic, just need.

"Asa, do I look like the kind of man that gives back, up or away something
that belongs to him?" he whispered the question with the anger that he had
held in since hearing the phone conversation in the vision.

She shook her head even though the movement pulled her tightly held hair.

"Remember that!" Eben said as he put his lips on her.

He pushed her with his body until she lay on her sofa. He stripped out of
his clothes quickly. She spread her legs to accept him between them when
he moved on top of her.

It was her hand that reached between them to guide him. He pushed but her
dryness prevented him from fucking deeply into her. She did not care about
the discomfort. She wriggled beneath him and moved her legs in a flexible
motion to place them on his shoulders. She pushed up with her pussy to
signal her need. His body acted before he could think. He pulled his hips
back and pumped into her hard. He fucked into her depth and rested there.
She sighed and in seconds he felt her body produce the wetness to make
their joining pleasure. She had tears in her eyes but a smile of happiness
on her face as he pulled back and fucked into her in a motion that her
juices made comfortable. He felt like he had only watched the sexual
action through the night; his balls ached for release.

He grunted and closed his eyes. He pumped in and out of her hard for
several strokes. He felt her body respond in orgasm to her need for
emotional release. He pulled back as far as he could and slammed into her
one last time. At the bottom, he emptied what felt like an endless amount
of cum into her body. Her pussy squeezed him possessively as for the first
time her body could express the love she felt.

He lay on top of her with no desire to move until a quiet snore from her
kicked him out of his reverie. He pulled himself up from her gently. He
straightened her into a more comfortable position and walked naked into
her bedroom. He grabbed a blanket and walked back to the sofa. He looked
at her peacefully sleeping form for a couple of minutes before covering
her.

"I hope Brenda likes Asian women, or I'm in trouble," he whispered as a
goodbye when he finished dressing.

In his car, he looked at his watch. It was almost 1:00 pm about the time
Brenda had hoped he would come over. He knew most of the people he had
seen in the vision would be there, but a public declaration of intent was
important.

He rang the doorbell. Melissa was the one to open the door. He could hear
laughter in the living room. He smiled at Melissa.

"The brother?" Melissa asked.

"No, I was never adopted," he replied stepping past her.

He walked into the living room with purpose. The room froze as he stepped
into it and towards Brenda. He had separated the gifts in the car so he
had hers in hand. She looked at him. He stopped and stared at her blonde
lover. The woman stared back at him in challenge.

He smiled at her dismissively.

The people in the room who could see the smile recognized its
significance. He looked at Brenda, looked at her lover and stood still.

His eyebrows rose in a question to his foster sister.

Brenda looked at her lover, but her choice had been made too long ago for
it not to be ever-present in her eyes. Eben nodded and finished his walk
to her. He stopped in front of her letting only inches separate their
lips. He put the package into her hand, and took a step back. He looked at
the people around the room. They were still staring as if nothing could
possibly drag them away.

He took another step back to let her open the gift. She still looked at
him with questions in her eyes, but he only nodded at her present. She
shredded the paper and managed to get the box open in record time. She
gasped at the charm. He took a step toward her, reached into the box, and
pulled the charm out. He opened the clasp and reached behind her neck to
put it on her. She shivered in pleasure at his touch.

He smiled at her.

"It's not what I wanted to give you, but I thought something material is
customary," he said.

"What did you want to give me?" she asked quietly staring up at him. He
shrugged as he used his arms to bring her close for a kiss. It was like
their first kiss without the eggnog's alcohol to dull his senses.

A gentle touch.

A question asked and answered.

The second kiss was stronger; passion and love in questing tongues. She
leaned against him when he broke the kiss; he leaned against her too.

Taking her hand, he took a step back.

"Want to introduce me to your friends?" he asked.

She nodded still wondering what was going on but not wanting to question
her dream coming true finally. They walked around the room hand in hand
making small talk with everyone; after a half-hour it was obvious that she
wanted to corner him but he would not let her. The people in the room
watched them with great amusement as they danced around each other.

He pulled her to the door.

"Listen, Brenda. I have to stop at Roberta's house."

"No!" she said in a protest deep from her soul.

He kissed her.

"I have to, baby. I really need to talk to Roberta and her daughter."

"Eben!" she complained.

"Stop by my place tonight, okay? We'll celebrate privately,"

He kissed her again with a promise that the things that had changed would
stay changed.

"I'm the one that waited. You come here," she said.

He smiled and kissed her hard.

"Come by my place, Brenda. Tonight,"

She gave him the same annoyed look he had gotten an endless number of
times when they were children.

"Do you like Asian women?" he asked suddenly.

She tilted her head towards her shoulder and looked at him curiously.

He shrugged in response to her obvious question, turned around and walked
to his car. As he drove away, he could still see her in the doorway
watching his car. He had already made a few decisions about Roberta, but a
future with Brenda solidified his belief that Roberta's abilities needed
to be carefully cultivated.

He parked the car in her driveway. He got out with the bag of gifts in one
hand. He had wanted to stay with Brenda but there were people here that
needed him too. He rang the doorbell. Roberta's mother answered; it was
obvious she did not recognize him.

"Hello, Eben Razz," he said extending a hand to her.

She looked at him coldly as she took her hand.

"Mother, who is it?" He heard Roberta's voice from inside the house.

"It's your boss, dear," she yelled into the house.

"Mr. Razz. Is something wrong? Do you need me for something?" Roberta
asked anxiously when she stood in the doorway.

"I believe that it's customary to exchange gifts on Christmas day," he
replied.

She blinked.

Her mother blinked twice.

Eben lifted his bag of gifts to show them what he meant. He barely stopped
himself from laughing.

"May I come in?" he asked.

Roberta got out of his way automatically. Eben walked into the house
looking around. Roberta's youngest child stood in the doorway to the
living room looking at Eben.

"Hello," Eben said to her.

"Hi," she said brightly. "I'm Michele."

Eben stretched his hand out to shake her hand solemnly.

"That's Peter," she continued pointing to her older brother sitting by
Tiffany. The young man looked over at Eben curiously as he tried to get
his older sister's attention. Eben smiled at him.

He put the bag down. The little girl looked into the bag curiously. She
looked up at Eben when she saw the small gift-wrapped boxes inside. Eben
started laughing at her avid desire to destroy wrapping paper.

Roberta and her mother came to stand by him.

"Actually, Roberta," Eben said looking at her, "I do need to do some
business while I'm here."

Roberta nodded knowingly.

"I'd like you to help me find your replacement."

Roberta's eyes widened fearfully. Her mother's face reddened in anger.

"I've been thinking," Eben said staring at Tiffany. "You're the only
person I trust with any company level responsibility. You know more about
the company than two or three of my department heads put together. I'll
need you as an assistant until you break someone else in, but I want you
to take over some of my everyday duties. I need to focus exclusively on
what used to be Marle's responsibilities."

He turned to look at her before he continued.

"We'll have to do some maneuvering and maybe a little bouncing of people
out the door. I do own the company so we'll win those little exchanges. I
think it'll take about two years before we can fully split my present
position into two roles. You do a lot of my work anyway so why not get the
benefits too."

Roberta's face had blanched, but her mother's face framed a smile that
happily accepted Eben's proposal. She wondered why her daughter complained
about such an obviously wonderful man. The old woman surreptitiously poked
Roberta in the back to open her mouth so she could kiss a little boss ass.

He reached into the bag for a small box to give to Michele.

"They are a bit expensive, Roberta. If you don't approve NEXT time I'll
spend less money."

The girl nearly squealed at the perfection of the diamonds. Roberta smiled
immediately realizing there was no way she could separate her daughter
from them. She looked into the bag worried; Eben caught the brief flash of
Christmas greed though.

"You should see what I got you," he said. "Much, much more beautiful, but
then again you're not a little girl."

He laughed when Roberta fought to keep control. Peter had come to
investigate after the cry of wonder from his little sister.

"Hi, Peter. I'm your mother's boss," Eben said. He extended his hand out
to the young man. Peter shook it firmly. Eben reached into his pocket and
pulled out the tickets. He passed them to Peter seriously. Peter's eyes
widened as he read them. He looked at Eben.

"I had those lying around. I don't really know much about football but
since you're a fan I figured you might want to drag me along and teach me
a thing or two. You would not believe how many business meetings with men
deteriorate to football talk."

Peter's head nearly fell off in vigorous nodding. He stopped the motion
for a second remembering his mother. He looked at her, pleading with his
eyes. She gave Eben a somewhat bemused annoyed look, but relented with a
smile to her son.

Roberta's mother gently shoved Roberta aside and looked into the bag. She
stuck her hand out to Eben for all the world resembling a six-year old
girl. Eben reached inside the bag and pulled out her box. She ripped the
wrapping paper off, tossing it aside carelessly and opened the box.

"Oh yes, young man," she said in a reverent voice. "These will do. These
will do quite nicely."

Roberta looked at her mother as the woman walked away putting on the
earrings. It was obvious she was heading for the nearest mirror.

Eben handed Roberta her gift but walked past her to Tiffany. He knew the
pain, but he knew even she would eventually admit the horror of his
parents' death had been worse. She would need more than him though but he
could be the first step back.

Tiffany was not lost, just choosing to stay away.

He moved out of Tiffany's field of vision on purpose.

"Roberta?" he said.

She looked up at him.

"Do you mind if I take Tiffany for a drive? I'd like to talk to her."

She looked at Tiffany and then at Eben uncertainly.

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Honey, let him do it," her mother said. She had returned to the living
room and was studying him.

"But, Mom!" Roberta protested.

"Roberta, you are my daughter and I am telling you let this man talk to
your child."

Roberta looked like she would rebel but a movement from Tiffany as the
girl moved to where she could see Eben out of the corner of her eye
stopped her.

Roberta nodded.

The grandmother walked to the closet and grabbed Tiffany's coat. She moved
to her granddaughter and helped her into it. She stood her up and
delivered the young woman into Eben's care.

She was young, barely over eighteen. He knew that from the records he kept
on his employees.

"Do you know my home phone number?" he asked.

Roberta nodded.

"I don't know how long it will take. We have a lot to say to each other
especially if I'm the only one talking," he said to Roberta.

Tiffany looked up at him. The emptiness was not like the one he had seen
with Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come. It was not even close. She looked at
him curiously but shrugged her shoulders. Roberta turned to him in
amazement; sometimes she forgot that the silence was Tiffany's choice.

He took Tiffany's arm, walked outside and settled her in his car. He waved
to the family at the door. Roberta's mother nodded at him as he got into
the car.

He drove; he did not know where they were going. He was just driving to
hold off the onslaught of demons he would have to resurrect to give
Tiffany someone to hold onto.

He stopped the car when he recognized the spot he had driven to. They were
on an isolated road at a hard turn. He moved the car to the area burned
into his memory and got out. He walked around to open her door. She looked
at him with a spark of curiosity. She was not so far gone; he knew that.
She just would not be able to hold on alone. Her family tried but she was
afraid of them, afraid to hurt them, afraid to lose them too.

Eben remembered those fears; the promise of Brenda's birth was what he had
held on to.

He walked with her to the front of the car. He took her hand and the
hatred of this place traveled from his body into hers. He tightened his
grip also needing to hold on to someone.

The day had been warm; he remembered the heat as he stepped over the
railing and moved into the woods to the tree.

"I lost four parents violently," he said looking at the tree.

"My biological parents died in a car accident. No bad weather, no drunk
driver, nothing but a stupid patch of truck oil and my mother's uncinched
seatbelt. It was right up there," he said pointing to the road behind him.

"I was an annoying kid in a car. My father always laughed and being young
that was permission for me to misbehave. I was being even worse than
normal that day so my mom undid her seatbelt and was climbing into the
back to sit with me. It always calmed me down even if it was because I was
afraid of earning a spanking.  I remember my dad was laughing when he lost
control of the car. We hit this tree head on. People don't use this road a
lot so it was a long time before anyone found us. Dad died almost
instantly, no chance just 'POW!' and he was gone. My mom's body protected
me from the impact but she was pinned. I was pinned, too. Our faces were
inches apart. I watched her die, Tiffany."

"Drop by drop," he whispered to the tree.

Eben sat down as his eyes remembered what his mother had looked like. He
did not notice Tiffany kneeling beside him.

"I can remember my mom crying and the fucking horn blaring crushed into my
dad's chest. Any age is too young to hear your mom cry like that; pain,
loss, fear. I closed my eyes to sleep for years with her sobs as my
lullabies. When I think about it, I can feel the warmth of her blood and
tears on my face. I thought hearing her cry like that was the worst. It
was NOTHING compared to when the horn died and her sobs stopped though. I
stared into my mother's dead eyes for hours before they pulled me out."

Eben took a deep breath. Tiffany leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

"My second parents were Brenda's. You don't know Brenda but you'll like
her. You know I didn't call Brenda's mother mom, until last night. I mean
they took me in, dealt with my pain when most people would have passed me
off. I never said that I loved them. I just... I just... Well, they were
murdered in a home invasion. Dead on Christmas day and I never said thank
you, or I love you, or nothing."

He looked at Tiffany who raised her head to look at him.

"You know what the worst part is Tiffany."

She shook her head.

"I killed Brenda a little everyday since it happened because I would not
let her in when she needed me."

Tiffany looked at him confused.

"Exactly like you're killing your family."

Her eyes looked stunned, then hurt.

Finally, anger flared.

The words had just come out; maybe her need to be angry at the world had
freed them in him. She decked him and when he fell back she climbed on top
of him to continue hitting him. He let her punch herself out blocking the
shots he knew would hurt the worst. It was a long time before she
collapsed on top of him.

It was the second time in his life a woman sobbed her tears onto his face
in this spot. He thought this one he would be able to save.

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Eben was staring at the fire sitting his living room later that night. He
moved out there when he received the phone call from the doorman. He was
in his robe; most of the day seemed like a dream except for the weight
that was not on his chest anymore. He heard the key turn in his door.
Brenda was the only one with a copy of the penthouse key. She opened the
door and walked inside. She looked at him sitting on the couch.

"I've been waiting," he said to her.

"So have I," she said as she moved to stand at his feet, "Did you enjoy it
as little as I did?"

"I'm more imaginative than you are. I let myself fantasize about the next
few nights."

"What's going on here Eben?" she asked suddenly.

"Take off your coat -- some clothes -- and maybe I'll tell you," he
replied. "Or better yet, I'll show you."

She stared at him for a moment. She took off her coat and scarf and threw
them on the couch. She put her hands on her hips.

"Come on, Eben. What's going on here?" she insisted.

"Let's say that it was pointed out to me that as things stand I would be
dying alone," he said simply.

"That bothers you?" she asked surprised.

"No," he said honestly.

"Then?"

"Ah, you see the cruelty of the whole thing is that I might not mind dying
alone but you would spend your life waiting for me to live."

She looked at him not understanding his point.

"Baby, if you wait for me, and I die alone," he whispered. "You die
alone."

She moved and straddled his thighs to look at him.

"When your mom and dad told me about you, I started waiting for you. I
knew you were going to be a girl. Not a fucking doubt in my mind.
Brenda... named after my mother. I thought you were her about to be
reborn, except this time I had to take care of you. I would have given
everything to keep you smiling from the day you were born."

He looked up at her and let her see into him.

"So how am I supposed to let you die alone because you won't let me go."

Her eyes were wet with tears as he said the last.

"What I did with you was wrong, Bren!"

She shook her head, but he stopped by putting his hand up.

"No, baby. You were too young. In our parents' home. No matter, how much
we both wanted it, how much I needed you. I betrayed mom and dad's trust.
A few years and they would have been happy to see us together. It would
probably have meant the world to them."

"But, Eben..."

"I was wrong, Brenda," he insisted. "But that doesn't matter now. You need
me, and I can't..."

She reached down to silence him with her lips. They kissed for a long
moment before she put distance between them.

"You're wrong, Eben," she said covering his mouth to keep him silent.

She moved to his ear so she could whisper to him

"Do you remember your wet dreams?"

Eben shook his head confused.

"Do you remember how many nights I slept in your bed when we were kids?"

Eben tried to stand up but Brenda set her weight on him.

"No!" she whispered. "Stay and let me remind you."

Eben relaxed beneath her; she leaned forward so she could whisper her
words into his ear again.

"So you remember that I used to sleep in your bed more than I slept in
mine. Good, baby! You don't remember your wet dreams though. They started
when you were about thirteen. You would moan and thrash around in the bed.
All of a sudden you would thrust upwards with your hips and I could feel
the tension in your body. Finally, you would relax again. One time, when
you did it I uncovered us and watched. I can remember how wide my eyes got
at your hardness and the way you stained your pajamas."

She paused and he could feel her mouth smile against his ear.

"I bet you never noticed Mom's grumbling about your laundry. I think you
had the most pajama sets any boy has ever had."

She ground herself against his groin before continuing.

"I thought it was the awesome until one night you woke me up and it was
different. My nightgown had ridden up. Oops! Someone wasn't wearing her
Wonder Woman panties either."

Eben felt himself get harder than he had ever been in his life underneath
her groin.

"I was wrapped in your arms and you were grinding against my ass. I wasn't
scared for a second. I knew you needed me so I closed my eyes and moved
against you to help. You squeezed me so tight when you came. It was
wonderful, Eben. I fell asleep to rhythm of your breathing against my
ear."

Brenda stopped for a couple of minutes as her breathing got out of
control. She regained her balance and spoke again.

"I hated when you did it the other way after that. It belonged to me. I
didn't know how to make you do it only against me though."

She hesitated.

"I found your porn collection one night. It was educational. It showed me
a lot of things, and I wanted do every one of them with you. Maybe not
right then but someday. Some things looked like we could do it right away
though. I forgot about them because for two weeks every night you squeezed
me in your arms when you came. Then there was a night when you weren't
touching me, instead you were humping your hips into the air and your dick
came out of your pajamas. I'm surprised it did not happen sooner. Your
cock stood straight up and it looked so big. I thought it was beautiful
and I wanted it to be mine. Not on my body, but the one that did
everything in your porn collection to me."

She stopped and rubbed herself against him again.

"You know what I did, don't you."

Eben shook his head.

"You put your hips on the bed and writhe around for a minute. I could feel
you were about to do whatever stained your pajamas and I remembered your
magazine. I crawled between your legs and grabbed you. I couldn't even my
hand around your cock it was so thick. I held you straight and took it
into my mouth. I still remember how soft, warm and hard you felt. You
stretched my lips so wonderfully, baby. You thrust into me and I felt you
get harder. God! You came and it was better than you squeezing me. It was
the first time you were MINE for real, Eben."

Eben grabbed her hips hard.

"Boy! Was I surprised when mom knelt beside the bed!"

Eben's grip on her hips got tighter.

"I looked at her with your cum on my lips and I wasn't scared of her
catching me. 'More?' I pleaded with her. I didn't know what I was asking
her for but every part of me knew you needed more. She nodded her head and
wrapped my hand around the base of your dick. She tightened by thumb
underneath you and showed me how to squeeze while moving my hand up. You
came some more and I licked it off you. Nothing will ever taste as
wonderful as you do to me, Eben. I put you gently back in your pajamas and
she picked me up from your bed. She carried me to my room. She looked at
me, baby, like she knew why I did it. 'Mine, mommy,' I told her, 'Eben's
mine.' She nodded and kissed my forehead 'I know, my baby. I know he's
yours,' she whispered as I closed my eyes."

Eben's head dropped back onto the back of the sofa. He felt like he was
about to explode.

"She was a good mommy though and from that night on I had to sneak into
your bed. She caught me a lot of the times but not every night. Those
weren't wet dreams you had the nights mother did not catch me, Eben."

Eben waited knowing what she was going to say.

"You got older and things changed, didn't they?"

Eben nodded his head.

"You thought I was asleep."

Eben nodded his head again.

"I wasn't though. I was wide awake even that first night when you shook me
to see if I was asleep."

Eben closed his eyes remembering the furtiveness.

"I smiled every time you pulled up my gown. I loved how you bare cock felt
rubbing against me."

Eben moved his hands to gently squeeze her breasts. She gasped hotly into
his ear.

"What I loved the most was how hot your cum felt on my skin!"

Eben ripped the buttons of her shirt as he forced it open. She was not
wearing a bra so his hands touched flesh as he palmed her breasts.

"Do you remember when you came back from college when I was thirteen? The
last time you let me sleep in your bed?"

Eben thumbed her nipples in response.

"I came to your bed wearing that cute little nightie. You did not notice
until it was too late and you thought I was asleep. I felt your breath
against my neck. I felt you pull the bottom up. I loved the sound you made
when you realized I wasn't wearing panties. I was on my stomach so you had
to get on top of me. It had been a long time since you'd done it so I kept
my face in the pillow so you couldn't see my tears. You were so lost in me
that you did not notice that all your weight was on top of me while you
were rubbing your dick between my asscheeks. I couldn't have possibly
slept through that."

She moved to grab his hair in both hands and look at him.

"You weren't wrong when I was sixteen, Eben," she said fiercely. "I was
wrong when I was thirteen and I did not let you know I was awake. You
would have fucked me like I wanted you to. You needed me and I let you
waste your cum on my back instead of where it belonged. Inside me!"

Eben shook his head.

"You could have gotten pregnant," he said.

"Mom put me on the pill after my first period. She expected me to have
your cock inside my pussy the first opportunity I got after you went to
college, Eben. She told me that in the doctor's office. Mom AND dad knew
they couldn't stop me but they could at least make sure we chose when to
have our babies."

Eben surged up from the couch and turned them around so he was on top of
her. She struggled to help him pull her pants off. They ripped his robe
open to free his rampantly hard dick.

"It's been too long, Eben. Don't hold back, you owe me that," she said
reaching between them to grab his dick. He gasped when he felt her touch.

He thrust instinctively and sank into her body. She arched and forced him
deeper inside her. Nothing his size or anything larger than a pair of
fingers had been in her body in years so it was a slightly painful filling
for her. The wait and desire had been held back too long though and the
pleasure swamped her brain and body pushing any discomfort aside.

"More!" she demanded into his mouth.

He smiled, put his face against her neck and reached underneath to palm
her buttcheeks in both of his hands. Her tightness caressed every inch of
him enticing him to finish their completion.

She was too inexperienced with a man to know how to drive Eben towards the
edge. Her motions sought her own pleasure but she could not recognize his.
She ground her hips against him; making contact with her clitoris on his
body, driving herself higher into pleasure but it did not push him with
her. Anytime that she found an up and down rhythm on his hard length, he
tightened his grip on her ass and the feel of his hands broke her
concentration. He felt her orgasm hit her when finally he pulled back and
thrust hard into her body.

She screamed her release.

It was all he had the control for. The feel of her increased wetness and
warmth on top of the pressure her body exerted on him was too much. He
sucked her neck knowing he was leaving a mark but wanting to. He pulled
his hips back and fucked into his woman. Her body learned its role after a
couple of hard thrusts and she began to move in complement to his thrusts.
She started the rise into another climax as she felt his body reaching for
a pleasure he denied himself for years. He pulled back and drove himself
to the depth of her and his body tried to fill her womb with his seed. The
feel of the warmth inside her trigged her body's response, this was her
man and her body erupted in pleasure.

She felt him relax on top of her and smiled at the ceiling. She wrapped
her arms around him and held him tightly to her body.

She cried as her soul accepted her dreams had come true.

She wanted nothing more than to stay there but hard breathing in a
different part of the room made her turn uncomfortably to see who it was.
She pushed up with her hips and Eben moved to lay down beside her. Brenda
sat up and turned her head to see a beautiful, raven-haired girl in shorts
and a t-shirt leaning against the wall.

An emerald flash on the girl's wrist caught her eye.

She got up and walked towards the girl.

"And who might you be?" she asked gently.

"Oh shit! Tiffany!" Eben exclaimed getting up and covering his groin with
a couch cushion.

Tiffany's eyes were glued to Eben. Brenda could have sworn the girl's
nipples could cut glass; they were so tight and hard. Tiffany's breathing
was harsh.

Brenda smiled at her.

"Tiffany, you are exactly what Eben and I need right now," she smiled
recognizing the look in the young girl's eyes. It had looked back at her
from the mirror on the Christmas Eve she seduced Eben.

Brenda pulled Tiffany's t-shirt up and off her body. Tiffany moved what
she needed to let Brenda accomplish her purpose but her eyes never left
Eben. Brenda knelt and pulled Tiffany's shorts down. She stood up and
trailed a hand up Tiffany's thigh and to her pussy. She dipped a finger
inside and smiled at Tiffany's pushing against it. She pulled her finger
out the young girl and licked her sweetness from it.

"A virgin is exactly what we need to make our vows over." Brenda said
taking Tiffany's hand and walking her towards Eben's bedroom. Tiffany
struggled but when Brenda turned she saw that Tiffany only wanted to keep
Eben in her sight.

Brenda turned to raise and eyebrow to Eben.

"Come on, Eben. It's not like I can properly deflower a virgin," she said.

"Brenda, you don't understand the situation!" Eben said.

"You do know, everything in her is screaming to have YOU in her, right?"
Brenda said wondering about Eben's reaction.

Tiffany nodded her head at Eben.

Eben knew it was something else keeping Tiffany quiet since she had spent
a couple of hours on the phone with her family. It was not the end of her
problems but it was a beginning. She had even agreed to the therapist her
mother suggested.

Brenda looked at Tiffany and then Eben.

"Eben, if I wanted you enough to blow you in your sleep when you were
fourteen and I was eight, I think we can give her the benefit of the doubt
that she knows exactly what she wants right now."

With that, she turned around and walked into his bedroom. Tiffany turned
her body to extend her hand towards him as she let Brenda drag her out of
the room.

Eben stood in front of his fireplace thinking about how wrong it would be
to take advantage of Tiffany. He had not even told Brenda about Asa or
given up the hope of helping Roberta put her self-pleasing ways behind
her.

Tiffany's orgasmic scream penetrated every corner of his penthouse.

He dropped the cushion and nearly ran into his bedroom.

				
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Much later, they lay together with Tiffany sandwiched between Brenda and
Eben.

Eben was still unsure of the repercussions but thought he could quite
easily get used to nights like this. He could do without the virgin blood
but Brenda was right it made them feel like it was a new beginning. As if
Tiffany's blood took them back to when it was Brenda's blood staining his
body and allowed them to live what should have been from that first time
on.

"Eben," Brenda said half-asleep.

"Hmmm," he replied.

"What really happened to make you change?" she asked quietly. Tiffany
rubbed her nose against his chest before settling deeper into the warmth
her first lovers cushioned her in.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he answered honestly.

She slapped his shoulder.

"Tell me," she insisted.

He thought about it for a minute and shrugged; maybe it had all been a
dream anyway.

He told her about his Christmas Eve.

"Uh, Eben," she said a couple of minutes after he was done.

Tiffany surprised both of them by turning over to face Brenda. They
thought she had fallen asleep. Tiffany put finger on Brenda's lips to stop
her from speaking.

"You know the story?" Tiffany asked in a voice heavy with satisfaction.

Brenda nodded her head.

"Then you know I'm the only one that can talk right now." Tiffany said
settling closer to Brenda.

"God bless us, everyone," she said in prayerful tones before they fell
into the first peaceful sleep each had in years.