Jim Cox's Summer of Sex Ch. 06

"What now Dad?"

"Now we go home and see what's going on with the women," he said easily.

When they stood Dan pulled him into a hug, "I love you son. When things happen always tell the truth, every time, don't try to dodge it."

Jimmy hugged him hard, "Yes Sir."

Twenty minutes later they parked in the drive at home. Feeling relieved, Jimmy opened the door for his Dad. Inside he was surprised to see Missy dressed in worn jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. When he got to the kitchen he said, "Nice get-up!"

Missy smiled, "Your Mom took me home so I could get some fresh clothes. We're making potato salad and fried chicken."

Ellen was busy cutting up a couple of chickens, "Missy had these in the fridge at home, so we decided to fry them up before they went bad. The potato salad was her idea."

Jimmy grinned, "Great! Can I help?"

Both women said, "No" at the same time causing them to laugh and wave him back to the living room. He knew it was going to be a great day, and indeed it was. They enjoyed a delicious early dinner, including lots of talk and laughter.

Around 4:30 Sunday afternoon they loaded 3 boxes of Ellen's things in Dan's company pick-up and watched them head back to Chicago for the summer. When the truck was out of sight, Missy turned to Jimmy and said, "I brought my special book from home; wanta' study with me?

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As Dan and Ellen turn onto the interstate, Everett Murphy pulled into his garage. His emotions were in turmoil; on the one hand he was pleased that Mary Kate would be in South Bend for the summer on the other he would sorely miss her.

Linda opened the kitchen door for him, "Nice to have you home dear," she said. She didn't actually mean it; if she had more courage or faith in herself she would divorce him. His behavior during the last 3 months had been beastly. He'd struck her, forced her to perform disgusting sex acts and generally bullied her.

Unfortunately, she reasoned, there was too much at stake. She was not financially independent; she needed his income to maintain her lifestyle. More importantly, a divorce was not sanctioned by the church and it could jeopardize Mary Kate's college. 'No,' she thought, 'better make the best of things."

Dropping his suitcase on the floor he said, "You can put those things away, I need a drink. When's supper?"

"In about an hour, baked salmon with whipped potatoes and peas."

"Good," he said walking across the room to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of scotch, dropped in ice cubes then stopped to kick off his shoes and unbuckle his pants. He sat the whisky glass on the cabinet, pulled off his socks and boxers leaving them on the floor.

"Everett, aren't you going to put on some shorts of something?"

He turned toward her irritated, "No, are we expecting company?"

"No, but you always wear something ..."

"It's just you and me now," he said idly rubbing his balls. Linda watched him warily until he carried his drink to his chair in the living room and turned on the television to watch golf.

When she called him for dinner he came in wearing only his undershirt. Linda didn't know what to think, "Would you like a towel to sit on dear?" she asked.

He looked at her oddly and then said, "No, let's eat."

They ate in silence. When he finished he said, "That was an excellent dinner dear, thank you."

He stood and began rubbing his cock until it became hard. Linda sat quietly hoping he'd go back to the television; but no such luck.

He picked up the left over bowl of whipped potatoes and dipped his dick in covering the cockhead with the creamy mixture. He turned to Linda, "Suck the potatoes off."

"Everett, really I don't know what's gotten into you. I'm not going to do that, I need to clean up and do the dishes."

He shook his head and wiped his cock off on the table cloth before leaving the room. She cleared things away and started the dishwasher hoping he would leave her alone. Then she heard him call her name from upstairs, "What do you need dear?"

"Come up here I need you," he replied.

She climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom finding him sitting naked on the edge of the mattress. He looked up at her with pain filled eyes, "You still have any of those pain pills from the dentist?"

She thought for a moment looking up at the ceiling to focus, "Yes, they may be in the blue shoe box in the closet. Linda never put pills in the bathroom medicine cabinet, it was a quirk she gotten from her mother.

Everett glared at her; "Would you get them please?" he was angry but unmoving.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and scurried to the closed pulling down an old blue shoe box; within its walls were a jumble of partially filled pill bottles for all manner of ailments. She quickly located the bottle with Percodan pills for dental pain.

She hurried back to Everett's side and handed him the bottle. He quickly shook out three pills and looked up at her, "WATER!"

She rushed away, returning with a small glass of water then watched him gulp the pills down. After a moment she said, "Don't you think you should see the doctor dear?" her voice was thin and nervous.

He sighed quietly and then said softly, "No, not really, it's just all the stress with the business and here at home. I'm going to sleep now. Wake me at 6:30 in the morning and have breakfast ready."

He pulled back the sheet, got in and went immediately to sleep.

Linda stood by the edge of the bed watching him. She was humiliated, angry and frightened by this man she'd known so long. For more than 20 years of marriage he'd been a good husband, a good provider. But these last few months he'd been horrible; hurting her, violating her and seeming to take pleasure in all of it, she stood there watching him sleep with a few tears slipping down her cheeks. After a while she dried her tears on her sleeve and left to tidy up the house, lock up, take her bath and finally to bed.

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Monday morning brought clear blue skies, bright sunshine and a soft cool breeze from the north. It was a perfect summer day. Jimmy woke before 7:00 am; he enjoyed laying there in the cool morning air. It was especially nice lying next to Missy. She was face down in the sheets snoring very softly, it was adorable.

He eased out of bed and walked very softly to the bathroom. While he was taking a powerful morning piss he heard the kitchen phone ringing followed by the click of the answering machine. He thought, 'Awfully early, who'd be calling now?' He leaned down to flush and saw Missy standing in the doorway.

"Good morning!" she said in a soft sleepy voice.

"Hey pretty girl, sleep well?"

"After you finally let me sleep ..."

Jimmy laughed, "ME ... after I finally let you sleep. The way I remember it you took us through 4 of the 64 positions in your special book!"

She grinned, "OK, maybe I was kind of the leader, but you kept putting your big cock in my special places mister!"

He reached behind her grasping her firm round bottom and pulled her into a full body hug. "Lady, I swear if my dick wasn't so sore, I'd put in a few special places this morning."

She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him hard. "I'd sure let you Sir; but, my little pussy is sore too. Not to mention my hips feel like they've been relocated."

She took a deep breath, "Jimmy, thank you so much for these last few days. I even loved being with your mom; in spite of her seeing us fuck like rabbits. Now let me go, I gotta' pee."

He was fascinated by the way her whole body relaxed when she closed her eyes and began to pee. He wondered if he looked the same when he peed. As her flow came to an end she opened her eyes and looked at him, "What are you looking at?" she said.

"Just you pretty girl. How about breakfast?" he said.

She grinned, "Oh please Sir!"

He walked around to the kitchen and was shocked to see his Uncle Bill sitting at the table. "SHIT, Uncle Bill you nearly scared me to death!"

Bill Cox looked at his nephew standing there so tall, muscular, glowing with youth and vitality. "Sorry Jim, I got here a couple of minutes ago and let myself in. I was kind of surprised that you weren't up; you're usually up at the crack of dawn."

"Would you like some coffee Uncle Bill?"

Just then Missy came walking into the kitchen looking pretty and fresh and naked, "HOLY SHIT!" she said as she turned and ran back to the bedroom.

Bill laughed, "Jim I gotta' show up here more often. That's a nice looking naked girl."

Jimmy shook his head and mumbled, "Fuck me, not again," and walked slowly to the bedroom. Open the door he saw Missy sitting on the edge of the bed a lovely color of pink.

"Jimmy, do all your relatives have to see me naked?"

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea he was here. Don't worry, I can absolutely guarantee he will never tell a soul, not even Mom and Dad. I promise!" He took her hand in his and pulled her up into a hug.

"Well I guess God is telling me I should be a nudist. Just runnin' around naked so everybody can see my plain pussy," she said half sad and half funny.

"Little girl, you listen to me. There is not one thing plain about you naked, especially your beautiful pussy!" Jimmy said and then kissed her softly.

"OK Mister Cox. Guess we better get dressed before the whole town shows-up."

They dressed quickly. Jimmy pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, Missy her jeans and t-shirt. Walking back into the kitchen they could smell coffee and bread toasting. Uncle Bill turned from the coffee pot, "I didn't mean to embarrass you Missy, but I have to say you looked beautiful. Not to say you don't look nice now."

"Thank you Mr. Cox, I hope we can keep this between us," she said quietly.

"If I was to say a word I expect that fine young man there would beat me half to death. No need to concern yourself, I didn't see a thing. How about some coffee?"

They drank fresh coffee and ate hot buttered toast with jam, and chatted about nothing for a few minutes. Bill looked at Jimmy, "Jim, I'd like to talk to you about something. Could we take a walk?"

He rose and turned toward the door, then said, "Missy, it was really nice to see you ... well, shit, I'm sorry, I a ..."

Missy laughed, "That's OK Mr. Cox, I know what you mean."

Jimmy leaned down for a kiss and she whispered, "I'll make some eggs and bacon, OK?" He nodded with a smile and walked out after Uncle Bill.

When he got outside Bill was leaning against his Mercedes convertible, seeing Jimmy he smiled. "Jim, I expect you know my reputation with women." Jimmy just nodded wondering with this was going.

Bill paused and then said, "It's kind of like I can't help myself or maybe I don't want too. Anyway, I've screwed a lot of women since I married your Aunt. Here's the thing, I heading out on the road for the next 3 or 4 weeks. Your Aunt knows I fuck around on her, I can't believe she puts up with my shit ..."

He stopped again, "This is awkward, but ah ... so, you know your Aunt thinks the world of you, right?"

Jimmy quickly said, "Yes Sir."

"So ... ah ... well ... you should make a pass at her; and ah ... if she wants to, you should give it to her." He stood there waiting for Jimmy's response.

Jimmy was looking at the ground and his first thought was, 'thank God he doesn't know.' He stood quietly listening to his heart beat for what seemed like a very long time.

"Uncle Bill are you telling me you what me to make a move on Aunt Jean?" there was a tremble in his voice and the sense of uncertainty.

Bill laughed quietly, "I guess I am. She's loves you son, she always has and since the shit hit the fan at the house you're her hero; but not as a kid anymore, like a man. She still loves me, but honestly I think she'd be happier with some fresh dick. Can't say I blame her and I didn't want you to think I'd be mad at you if you ... ah, you know, you took advantage of that opportunity."

Jimmy looked at his Uncle and said, "OK then ..."

"Dammit boy, come here," Bill said hugging Jimmy. "I love you son, be good to her and don't tell me. I don't need to know." He kissed Jimmy on the cheek, slapped his shoulder and turned to get in the car.

Jimmy touched his arm stopping him, "I love you too Uncle Bill, be careful." They smiled at each other and waived as he drove away.

In the kitchen the smell of bacon frying stirred his hunger juices; the toast was good but not enough. Seeing him Missy smiled and pointed at his seat. She quickly scrambled some eggs, plated the food and sat down a small platter of sliced tomatoes. They ate quietly.

When she finished her plate she said, "So what was that all about?"

Jimmy looked at her for a moment, "Another secret. I want to tell you, but like you not having any hair below your neck, it has to be a real secret."

She smiled, "This is like a continuing mystery. OK, I promise. Honest Jimmy, I really mean it."

He shook his head slowly, "No shit, who would have thought we'd have all these secrets. So, here's what he wanted to tell me. Are you ready?"

Missy just nodded.

"My Uncle Bill just told me it would be alright with him if I made love to my Aunt!"

Missy's mouth dropped open, "Oh my God!"

"Exactly my thought," he said.

Missy grinned at him, "Before you do, I want to give Number 32 a try," they laughed together.

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Jeanie Cox and Sophie Reynolds sat at the kitchen table sipping iced tea and talking. They were about to drive to the Regional Medical Center for their appointments with the Dr. Sue, the Psychotherapist. Sophie's appointment was at 10:45 and Jeanie's at 11:50. They'd been several times and the therapist was really helping them to deal with the violent assault and their family's response.

Sophie would sit out under the trees and wait for Jeanie to finish, and then they would have a leisurely lunch talking quietly about their respective insights and thoughts. They were first cousins and lifelong best friends. If you were to have an experience like the one they had, it was great to be able to overcome it together.

On the drive over Sophie asked Jeanie, "Have you seen Jimmy?"

Keeping her eyes on the road, Jeanie replied, "No, not really. With his dad gone, he's been really busy working. Bill told me he had a big job at the White's and he's been tangled up with that Mary Kate Murphy girl."

Sophie's eyes gleamed, "So, do you still want to fuck him?"

She grinned glancing at Sophie, "I don't just want to, I WILL fuck him stupid. You wanta' join me?"

"Yes please! Ryan hasn't laid a hand on me since that man ... you know ..."

Jeanie's eye's furrowed, "Why, what ..."

"He says he wants' me to be completely well so that it doesn't bring back any bad memories. I don't know, maybe its bullshit." Sophie said quietly.

"Have you talked to Dr. Sue about it?"

Thinking about Dr. Sue the psychotherapist, Sophie said, "Yeah, she says it's not uncommon for the family to treat you like broken glass."

Jeanie drove quietly for a while and as she turned into the parking area at the hospital she said, "Tell you what; the 4th is coming up soon. Let's plan an after the 4th party for you, me and Jimmy before our next session with Dr. Sue?"

Sophie responded, "I can get Mom and Dad to take our kids out for the day; maybe down to the swim park in Centralia. They really love their time with all the kids." Sophie's parents had decided to stay for the summer to give their daughter some breathing room and were always willing to take both sets of children off for an adventure.

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I had to take Missy home that morning. Turns out she'd promised her mom that she would clean the house and do the laundry. I asked if she wanted my help, she just laughed and told me to go make some money instead. After dropping her off at home I circled back home.

I like to make lists of things to do and schedule them out. When I went in the kitchen I noticed the little red button on the answering machine blinking. There were three messages, the first from Jim West. Seems that Jim has a wonky garage door and he would like me to take a look at and see if it could be fixed.

Carol Thomas has some cabinet doors that don't close properly and back steps that need to be replaced and Alice Redfern would like an estimate on building a medium sized storage building to house her garden tools and an area for potting.

Looking over the notes I organized my path from place to place. I decided to go by Carol Thomas' place first, cabinet doors and steps were an easy estimate. And then on to Jim West's, next to Ms. Redferns and finally to the lumberyard to see if the grape plants had arrived.

The Thomas house was off a small dirt alleyway on the south side of town. It was a neat clapboard house a little smaller than ours and it needed paint. Even so it was obvious that they wanted it to look nice, the yard was neat and there were several small flower beds with peonies, germaniums and black-eyed Susan's.

I parked at the edge of the lawn and tapped on the front door. It was quickly opened by a familiar face, I just couldn't place it. She smiled a big toothy smile, "You forgotten me so soon Jimmy?"

I stood there doing my best to remember, it's possible that the pair of hard nipples jutting out against her yellow t-shirt were distracting me. She waited a moment then said, "Carol Zamora, remember now?"

I laughed a bit, "Yes, yes of course. Thomas threw me off."

"I married Joe Thomas, you remember him from basketball," she said.

Suddenly I did remember. Joe Thomas was a nice guy who played really good basketball, got a shot at a scholarship at Illinois but just couldn't cut the academics. I think he lasted a year, no more. I heard he joined the Army or something.

Carol stuck out her hand, "Come on in, don't just stand there. We can catch up."

Yes indeed, I did remember Carol Zamora. She graduated when I was a freshman; she had these great legs and tits. Long legs and big tits that set way up high; I could not take my eyes off her when she was cheerleading. In the words of a high school freshman, Carol was "Boner Central!"

She led me to the little kitchen and I saw the problem instantly. The house has shifted on the foundation over the years and the ceiling wall alignment was off by a couple of inches; in turn, the cabinet doors were offset and wouldn't close.

"Carol, the problem is that the house has shifted. The only decent way to align the doors so that they'll close properly is to pull both wall units down and re-align them. That'd take me 2 or 3 hours; I'd have to charge you $ 50 or so." Truthfully, it should have been at least double, but I figured there wasn't a lot of money.

"Ya' know if Joe can help, we could probably knock it out in an hour or so if we worked at it."

Carol pursed her lips, "No, Joe is in Germany again. He's still in the Army, I won't see him until Christmas if I'm lucky," and then she smiled at me in that particular way women have, "maybe we can work something out."

Just then I heard a child crying and she excused herself. A few minutes later she reappeared with a toddler, "Meet Joe Junior, he's been feeling poorly; a little fussy. Let me get him settled, go ahead and look at the back steps."

It only took a second, 4 steps, 36 inches wide easy peasy. I had plenty of scrap at home to make them, wouldn't take more than an hour at most, nothing to it. I went back in to the kitchen and made a quick sketch for her approval figuring I'd charge her $ 20 for my trouble. Dad did that sort of thing when there was no money and the folks had a need. He always told me, "You gotta' charge something, otherwise its charity and nobody worth the trouble wants charity."

Carol came back in, "I think he's down for a while now. He always sleeps a lot when he feels bad. He's good that way. So, where were we?"