A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 12

He kissed her again, and it lasted a lot longer. Monnie was amazed at how kissing him made her head feel a lot better -- as well as everything else.

"You weren't completely honest with me," she said without accusation after they'd pulled apart to smile at each other, "My mouth wasn't the only thing that you kissed, was it?"

"Oh shoot," he said, "I forgot. We did um, kiss you there for a minute. I did it first, and my brother did it after I told him that I really liked it, so it's my fault. It was wrong to do that, wasn't it?"

"Is that all you did?" She was asking him seriously, and he knew that.

She wanted to laugh a little at the way that he looked like one of the boys in the Young Scouts back home, the way that he appeared to be ready to swear on a bible. "Yes, I kissed you for only a minute, and then I licked you there for only a minute afterward. That part was something that I really couldn't help. That's all that we did, both of us. Was it really wrong?"

Monnie figured out a few things for herself at that point. First of all, given that she was still alive and relatively well and not particularly worried about her existence in the next few minutes, she found that she wasn't really all that upset over his admission, given what she now knew of these boys. Secondly, she found that she was coming to see that they had a lot of endearing qualities to them. They had their own kind of charm, as awkward as it was for them and she liked that.

She realized that it had been a long while since she'd had any sort of thoughts which could arouse her and she knew that it was because of what had happened to her and what had always never happened for her.

These two were really sweet in their own way, and they looked so good to her -- even though they were demons. They liked her, it was bloody obvious, and it wasn't as though there had been a hell of a lot of this sort of admiration in her life to this point. She knew what could likely happen here, and on balance, ...

Well, she was just a little thrilled with the idea.

"You might as well get to know this now about girls," she said with a little smile in spite of herself, "This will sound really strange, but try to understand this part. I know that you've never even been close to a girl before. What you did was wrong then, because you didn't give me the chance to say yes or no. I would have said no, even though I'm all tied up here and you could have done it anyway. I would have hated you for it then.

It depends on a lot of things like the girl and how she feels about the boy most of all, together with the time and the place. So yes, what you did was really wrong then. But it's not so wrong now -- and I'm not telling you that I want you to do that now. I'm just saying that I like you a lot better now."

The other one returned then, balancing a lot of things. He almost dropped everything including the bucket as he stared at them, but he managed to set the new bucket down nearby before he moved to kneel on the other side of her. "What are you doing?"

"She's teaching me to kiss her the way that she likes," his brother said.

Monnie moved her head up to kiss him on the cheek, "Can I teach him too?" she smiled and chuckled a little, "It sure beats just lying here."

"Sure," he said, as he moved out of the way.

Monnie looked up at the younger of them, admiring the way that his long light brown hair hung over his shoulder in a ponytail, "Hi Billy," she smiled, "I wasn't going to leave you out if you don't mind sharing me." She turned her head, "Is that ok?"

He nodded, "We've always shared everything."

Monnie looked at the older one, "Well, the bucket is here, Hank. So could you please start untying me while I'm busy teaching? That was our deal, and I won't stand up -- even though my head feels a lot better and I'm not dizzy anymore."

Monnie could see that this one was a lot more shy, so she coaxed him a little into coming closer to her so that she could kiss him. His kisses were perfect from the very first one.

They took turns kissing her for what seemed like a long time. With her hands finally free, Monnie found herself loving to hold them as she ran her fingers through their long hair. They felt so nice to her to touch.

Several times, she felt a tiny touch of warmth on her skin which cooled a little rapidly. It happened on both sides of her belly near her hip bones. She was at a loss over it, until she moved her hand to one of the spots once. As soon as her fingertip touched it, she knew. These two males were kneeling beside her on either side so that they could practice their lessons in kissing a girl. They wanted lessons because they wanted to do it right for her.

It wasn't hard to figure out that they were excited from a sexual standpoint either, they were males, she smirked to herself. The sudden thought of lying there with two young male demons who both wanted her so much that their shafts were drooling brought her a lot closer to her decision.

"Hey," she said, "You've forgotten my feet. Could one of you untie my feet, please?" They both got up to do it. Monnie could see the way that they looked at her thighs and her vulva. It would have made her uncomfortable earlier to say the least, but right now, they way that they looked at her made her feel like a goddess.

She might have had the slightest inkling of it, but in actual fact, the statement was absolutely true. To the pair of them, she was a living, breathing goddess.

They both helped her to sit up very slowly and she could tell that they were being so careful with her. But though it didn't work and she felt the first wave of nausea that Hank had predicted, Monnie was determined, so she forced herself to remain more or less reclining for the moment, but she did manage to prop herself up on one elbow until the feeling passed and she accepted the drink of water that Billy offered.

"My, my," she grinned as she looked at the pair, "I most surely have never seen a sight as nice as I'm looking at here. Look at you fine men. Well, since you said that we've got all night, I might as well tell you that I like what I'm looking at every bit as much as you do. I don't know what I'll do afterward, but if you want some lessons about loving a girl and you mean what Hank said about liking me, well I can tell you that I'd sure like to be that girl. I just need to be able to get up a little higher than flat on my back if I'm really going to teach you right."

"You mean that?" Billy asked, still struggling over the way that she'd made him feel inside, "What happened? When I left to get the bucket, you hated us."

"I don't now," she shrugged, "Try to imagine being me waking up the way that I did here."

He looked at her for a moment before he looked across at Hank, "She does like us now -- at least a little, or she's coming to the idea."

"Please," Monnie said, rolling her eyes and being surprised that even doing that could hurt, "could you just stop doing that? I'm having enough trouble as it is. If you can really tell the way that I feel about you," she said looking at Billy, "then you'd better look again.

I come to things a little slowly. I like you both more every minute. You haven't killed me yet, and you're very sweet to me and now I wish that you were there when I was at school, Hank. If you both had liked me then the way that I see how you like me now, I'd have been so proud to have you for my boyfriends. Of course, we'd have had to kill the preacher to shut him up, but that should have happened to the old pervert anyway. I'd have loved to rub it into all of the other girl's faces if I'd had you guys then."

"You can't mean that," Hank smirked, "We're demons."

"And I don't give a crap about that anymore," Monnie grinned, "I'm half-orc, and I can just see that you adore me, don't you? Nobody's ever much liked me, never mind flat-out adored me. We're not even close to being the right kind for each other, but you like me and I like you. Does that mean that I have to buy a license to like you? Well, you tell me where I gotta go to get one, then. I mean it."

"Yeah," the Billy said with a little smile that melted her heart, "I guess you must come to things slow. I can see it now. It makes me want to kick the Colonel in the nuts for what he said to you. Here, I brought some bread, meat and a bit of cake for you."

"Cake? How did you -- where would you get a cake?" Monnie asked.

"I made it," he said, a little proudly, "We brought a bag of flour along when we came back. We don't fly like he does, we've gotta flap our wings while he just zooms along somehow. We always get back hours later, but he wasn't that quick this time. He had to carry you. You're lucky that he didn't lose interest and drop you."

He reached and pulled a dried leaf from her hair. "What's your name?"

"Monnie," she said, "It's Monica really, but I liked Monnie when I was a kid, so it stuck. Now that I'm not hog-tied and upset, I can see that you're not the bloodthirsty things that I always thought. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad in any way. Hank told me a little about you both and I've got to admit that it's really hard not to like you two. Are those really your names?"

"No," Billy said, "I guess we forgot our names. He always gives us names and he changes them about every other minute."

"Yeah," Hank added, "We really don't even know our own names. He chooses names from some moving pictures that he used to see when he was young. Anything where there was a pair of characters -- Heckle and Jeckle is one that he calls us a lot, sometimes when he's being really nasty, he calls me Peter Pan and --"

"I liked being called Tinkerbell," his brother said -- until it was explained to him what had been meant. It all meant nothing to Monnie, but she could see that it bothered them, especially now that one of them understood what Tinkerbell meant.

"I hate that bastard," he said past his few angry tears as he began to work at cutting the bread into slices. "We got our names from human books. My brother liked Henry Ford because of the way that he was always making things, but I found out that 'Hank' is a short form for that and we both like that better for him."

"He's Billy," Hanks smiled, "the kid."

Monnie slowly managed to get herself into a seated position. She looked at the pair -- she couldn't help it, really. Billy was smaller in almost every respect, though in one that she could see, he was the equal to his older sibling. Both of them were adorable, she thought, though there were differences to their personalities as well. Hank was a lot more confident where Billy seemed to be a little more intuitive and careful.

"Please bring that bucket over here," she said, "I can tell this isn't going to go away by itself, and I think that I'd like a little of that food, so, ..."

She struggled to her knees and Billy was just in time with the bucket, holding back her hair for her and carefully wiping her lips with a cloth before he moved the bucket outside of the room.

"Here," Hank said sympathetically, "try a little bread and water first. It'll help, at least it's always helped us when he's spelled us."

She nodded and gnawed on the bread. "Why would he do that to you?" she asked after a drink or water.

"You're not the first one who's tried to kill him," Hank grinned.

"Maybe he feels guilty for bringing us here, I don't know," Billy said as he came back, "if it was anybody else who really tried, he'd just kill them dead. But us? He just spells us really hard and laughs at us."

She sat back down again and moved herself into a cross-legged position for a little stability. "What was that you said about flying?" she asked.

Hank began to tell her. "Humans had machines to help them fly once. You can't see it from here, but this place is full of those old things, all kinds of them. Most of them will ever fly again, but we did find a few that could, so those were the ones that we taught ourselves about, since we had all of the books on all of the machines here."

He smiled, "There actually used to be a few more that could fly. We fixed up the smallest ones and I learned how to fly them. It almost killed me a few times, but between the books and a lot of luck, I guess, I managed it. Most of what's here needs a lot of flat ground to get into the air and land again, but there are kinds that don't. That's the kind that we settled on learning most about, though it's harder to learn on them. They're called helicopters and they're pretty complicated compared to the other ones, both to fix and to learn to fly in. We fixed up a big one, since we knew that we'd need to have that one to carry everything with. Billy can fly too, though the one that he flies is smaller. We use that one to get things for us."

"Where are you going to go when you leave?" she asked, "If you have a way to fly, I guess that I might be asking for a ride to somewhere away from here. There's nothing that I can do to him, ... yet. I think I'll need to prepare before I try again."

"You need to find out a lot about something like him if you want to kill him," Hank said as he worked at cutting up the warm meat and putting some onto a platter for her with some bread and a bit of gravy, "You didn't really know what you were up against. You're really lucky."

"I'm beginning to see that," Monnie smiled, "I'm sorry about thinking that you were with him. "

"It's ok," he smiled a little, "you know now, but you don't know it all. See, we want to go somewhere that he can't really get to. He can fly and so can we, but he's faster. Here," he said a little proudly as he passed her the ancient-looking plate and a fork, "I've cut it up small for you. Try to eat some more, Monnie."

She was beginning to feel a lot better, and motioned for them to eat as well, so they all sat together and there wasn't a lot said for a few minutes. "Go on with what you were saying, Hank. Where will you go?" Monnie asked.

"I don't really get it, but I know that he can't fly over water," he said, "He could ride on a boat, but there aren't a lot of them around. There's an island off the coast of Lozenjellis called Catlina Island. We figure that if we can get there when we know that he won't be around for a little while, then he won't know where to look for us, and it's far enough away so that he'll probably think it's too much work to go there. We've already been there a lot, and we've got a place. We'll just fly there tomorrow during the day. As far as we know, he doesn't know about our machines. He just thinks that we tinker around uselessly. He's never seen us fly them or even start them up."

I don't know how much good that'll be to you, though. I mean, you'll be somewhere a little safe from him, but, ..."

"I think we should bring Monnie with us," Billy said, "If she doesn't like it there, then we could always bring her someplace when we go back for supplies."

He looked at Monnie with concern, "You can't stay here, and you won't live long enough to make it back to Lozenjellis on your own. Even if you do make it, what then? He could find you a lot easier than if you come with us."

Hank agreed -- if Monnie wanted that -- he said, "I have seen horses on the island, but I'm afraid that they're wild. There are no other people there, as far as we've been able to find out. I guess that it might be your best choice, but I could also drop you off in the city someplace. Isn't there somewhere else that you'd want to go? Where did you come from?"

I'm from Granfalls Minnisoda," she said, "I came a long way to get here, and there's nothing there for me to go back to. I'd be happy to go with you -- at least until I can think of something else." She smiled at them both, "And anyway, why would I want to? I've got a pair of really good kissers who need a girlfriend. If you want to take me along, I'd be happy with that. I don't have anything anymore."

Only Billy could have said it, and only Billy would have between the brothers. It sounded a little silly at first, but they all knew somehow that there was more to it than the simple statement when Billy lowered his fork and grinned, "Yes you do, Monnie. You've got us now."

She smiled and was about to say something about how things were a little more serious in real life -- at least in hers, but Hank put his hand on her knee to get her attention.

"Billy's just saying it a little simply but, ... Well, we want you to come with us, Monnie. It's not just about teaching us and everything."

Monnie wasn't the sort who could accept things such as this easily, but she had little other choice. To her surprise, she realized that this was what she wanted as well, as much of a wild-assed adventure as this was turning out to be. "Thank you both," she smiled, "I guess you can count me in."

She looked at them a little seriously, "But you really can fly? I mean in one of those old machines? What do they run on? The only machines that I've ever seen are like grain mills and you need a river to turn the grinding stone."

"They need a fuel," Hank said, "and lots of it. There was a lot around here, but it's all gone bad or disappeared over all of this time since the machines were new. But Billy and me, we found out from some books that you need some black oil, and once you've got a lot of that, then you need to break the oil into giving you the fuel. I found lots and lots of shiny plates that make electricity if you leave them out in the sun."

"What's that?" Monnie asked perplexed, since she'd never heard of it.

"It's like lightning, only it's really really small. Anyway, with enough plates, And I mean a lot of them and a whole pile of other pipes and motors and stuff, we can make our own fuel, but it takes a long time." He smiled, "We gave this a lot of thought, and we've been at this a long time now -- years," he said as he offered Monnie some more food, "We just need for the flying machines to hold together long enough to get us there. They're really old. We've taken care of them because we have a lot of parts and all, but still, ...

And Billy's right," Hank said with a nod, "you just have to come with us. We like you a lot, him and I, now that we've been talking. It wouldn't feel right to just drop you off somewhere and not know that you're alright. Billy would worry himself into a knot."

"I'd want to know that you made it to freedom," Monnie said, "wouldn't you worry about me, Hank?"

"Sure he would," Billy grinned, "You just gotta get to know him a little. When something's bothering him, he won't say a word. He'll just stew in his feelings and wonder why he feels worse."

"But there isn't anything that I can add to everything," she said, "I can't fly and I --"

"You might've been too busy to notice, Monnie," Hank smiled, "but you're bigger than us. I ain't seen you standing next to Billy or anything, but I figure that you're maybe as tall as I am and maybe a couple inches taller than Billy. You're also built pretty good. I just know that you're good in a brawl and we're not -- at least not very much unless we use our claws and teeth and get really nasty. You're pretty strong and we could always use some help, and - "

"And people don't run away from you if you want to talk to them, the way they do with us," Billy interrupted, "You could be our mouth, the one who does the talking for us if we need that. AND you're beautiful," he smiled a little shyly.

"And I'm wondering if there's anything around here that I can use as clothes to wear," Monnie said, looking around, "I can't go around naked like this all the time."

"Why not?" Hank smiled, "We do."

"I guessed that much," she smiled, "and I'm not complaining about that. I like looking at you guys. But it's not this hot everywhere is it? Where I'm from, it gets howling cold in the winter. An island has to have some cold breezes sometime."