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The drive home from Sunshine Glen was excruciating. After three days of such amazing physical freedom having to put on clothes and ride home in the van was almost more than I could bear. My underpants were twisted around my ballsack like a tourniquet.
And then we had to sit for an hour in a stupid restaurant because Mrs. A had no fresh food in the house and didn't feel like cooking anyway. I felt bad about begrudging her the final night of her vacation so I forced a smile and tried to ignore my tortured testicles.
I was definitely on Team Hawley by that point, wanting to be naked every single second of every single day. That wasn't going to happen though and I would just have to deal with it. To my delight the minute we got into the house everyone including the grownups instantly stripped. Mrs. A allowed us kids to defer unpacking so we could run straight to the back yard to romp and play in the waning daylight.
After unpacking, an hour of TV and then showers it was time for bed. I was looking forward to some good old me-and-Veed time after a whole weekend of revolving cocks but Ronnie had another idea.
"You guys?" she asked, poking her nose into my room. "Can we maybe have a kid's cuddle tonight? I've kind of overdosed on girls lately and I think three nice hard boners would balance me out again."
Veed looked the question to me and even though I was looking forward to having him alone I didn't want to disappoint Ronnie.
"OK, "I said, making sure to smile. "Sounds good to me."
Hawley was already waiting in her King-size bed, his almost-three inches at full attention. We three bigger kids climbed aboard and the scrum began.
I've gotta say it was pretty great. We did a new thing that Charles and Michael taught Veed at the grotto, a "chain fuck." I did Ronnie in the butt while Veed did me. Just for good measure Ronnie played with herself and blew Hawley at the same time.
It was magnificent being in the middle of that. Veed had only fucked me one time the whole trip and while I might have preferred getting it one-on-one in my own bed this would certainly do!
I much preferred fucking Ronnie in the butt instead of the pussy too. It just felt more right to me. I'd lick her wherever she wanted because I loved to please her but I decided I would reserve my dick for her backside.
The butt was my comfort zone.
Ronnie got there first, but of course she was diddling her own clitty and we all know the perfect way to get ourselves off. She moaned around Hawley's little dick and clenched her hole around me with those powerful ass muscles while I just held myself there letting her enjoy her cum. Veed held it deep in me too, neither of us even moving for the duration.
When Ronnie was done she relaxed her hold on me and resumed rocking back and forth just like she had before. There was no way she would quit while she still had Hawley and me to please. In a few pumps we had the three-way rhythm again and I was back in ecstasy.
Veed's cock slid in and out of me in unhurried yet powerful strokes. He never just fucked me anymore; he made love to me. I could feel the emotion in every thrust, every gasp of breath, every whisper of my name. His cock was familiar and comfortable and yet the most exciting thing I could even imagine. The tip of his glorious cockhead tapped my prostate on every stroke, not fully engaging it like Emily's fingertip but giving it just the tiniest nudge, and it kept the buzz in my guts right at the optimum level. Any more and I would explode.
Ronnie moaned again in her signature way and I marveled that she was going to cum again. I was so close I knew I could get there with a little more friction so I forced the rhythm a fraction faster and huffed, "Come on, Veed!"
He knew exactly what to do and he matched me, pounding hard and firmly poking my button with every thrust. I heard Hawley moan his high-pitched orgasm and it spurred me on. I thrust faster into Ronnie, all the way in as she pushed back to get everything I had. Veed slammed me as hard as he ever had and in a few seconds I got there.
It was a blur, but if I deciphered it right Veed came a few pumps after me and Ronnie several seconds after that. We all bucked and humped and heaved our breath until we were utterly spent.
Afterward we sprawled on the big bed in delicious afterglow. Hawley had drifted off and we decided to let him sleep since he'd only had a blow job and there was no lube to wash off of him. None of us washed either for the moment, just too comfortable to stir ourselves.
"Thanks," Ronnie sighed again. "I really needed some boy sex."
"I thought you were happy going with girls," I said. "Tim wanted you real bad but you totally blew him off."
"Look, no offense to Tim," Ronnie said. "He's a cute boy and everything — cute enough I guess — but after what Charlotte said about sperm making babies I got too scared to let him near my pussy. I asked Mama and she said that I'm still too young to have a baby even if I do get sperm in me, but I'm getting close to old enough and why take the chance? And that's what he wanted to do you know, to squirt it up my pussy. If all he wanted was to fuck he could do that in the butt."
"He did," I said. "He fucked Charles in the woods."
"There, see?" she said. "Tim got laid. No harm no foul."
"But what about the girls?" Veed pressed. "You seemed to like it so much with them, especially Kelly."
Ronnie smiled at the memory. "Kelly's really cool," she said. "She's cute and funny and she has a great body, and she knows lots of fun stuff to do. After a couple of days though I kind of got the idea that she was almost looking forward to when I went home so she could find some other young girl; like the part she likes best is getting the kid into bed the first time. After that she gets bored or something."
"That's too bad, Ronnie," Veed said. "What about Jen? You guys seemed to like each other."
Ronnie smiled. "I liked Jen a lot but I kind of lost track of her when I got in so tight with Kelly. She's super fun to fool around with too but she doesn't play soccer or dance or do anything I'm interested in except sex."
"Sex is enough sometimes," Veed said and then took my hand and held it sweetly. "But there's nothing like finding somebody special."
I drank in the love in his bright blue eyes.
"Maybe at the new school you'll find some special girl, Ronnie," I offered.
"Or boy," she said. "I don't know which yet. I think I'll just go with both and see what happens."
Back-to-school commercials on TV are the bane of every child's summer vacation. I took them as loud signals that it was almost over, my idyllic two months of running naked and free with my three best friends in our secluded cul-de-sac by the expressway. Oh, the weather would hold for another month or so but by the end of October it would be too cold in Minnesota to go naked outside.
Mrs. A had taken Veed and me shopping for school clothes in the morning. She was far too smart to try to wrangle four children through a department store all at once so she had taken Ronnie and Hawley the day before. Veed and I were admiring each other's choices and removing tags and stickers from everything when Hawley stuck his head in the bedroom door.
"Mama wants to talk to you, Fin," he gravely said. "She has her serious face on." I shared an apprehensive look with Veed and headed downstairs.
"Let's go into my office, Fin," she said and my apprehension grew.
"OK Mrs..." I abruptly stopped. "Should I call you Dr. A?"
"No, Honey," she said. "I'm not your therapist anymore, remember?"
There was already a butt-towel waiting for me on the leather couch. I sat on the front edge, my forearms on my knees, and waited.
"I've had a call from your mother," she said, "and there's some news. A lot of news actually."
"Is she all right?" I quickly asked. "Does she feel better?"
Mrs. A smiled. "Yes, Fin. She's had a major breakthrough and made some major decisions, and of course that's a huge relief for her. By the way, she knew the first thing you would do was ask if she's OK, because that's how kind and loving a boy you are. She said to tell you that she loves you for caring about her and she'll call you later this afternoon. She wanted me to talk to you before that."
I nervously licked my lips and waited in silence.
"OK," Mrs. A said, taking her cue. "Fin, your mother takes these decisions very seriously. She knows that they deeply and profoundly affect your life and the last thing on Earth she wants to do is hurt you any more than she already has."
I sat up straight and cut to the chase.
"Is Mom going to sell our house and take me away with her?"
Mrs. A quickly answered, "No, Honey. Well, actually yes and no. She's selling the house and moving away, but she isn't taking you away with her."
"Wha... What?" I stammered.
"It gets a little complicated," she said, "but here goes. Your Mom and her doctors have reached the conclusion that she will never be truly happy forced into a domestic role as your mother. In layman's terms she just isn't cut out for it. Further, having an emotionally distant and often resentful mother is bad for you too, Fin. It's very much like your parents' relationship with each other. They honestly love each other but they are not good together. They bring out the worst in one another and they're better off apart."
My voice quavered when I spoke.
"So me and my Mom are better off apart too?"
"That's the theory, Honey," she said with great sympathy. "What do you think about it?"
I shrugged. "Does it matter what I think about it? She already decided."
"Well, yes she has. But she's very concerned about your feelings too. She's doing this mainly for her own happiness but that impacts your happiness as well. If you two stay together and she's unhappy then you'll be unhappy too, just like you were for all those years."
"But she's been great lately," I said, emotions threatening to boil over into tears. "She always says she loves me and she's proud of me and she never says mean things like she used to."
"That's true, Fin, but she hasn't been taking care of you either. She isn't performing the role of your mother, the thing that makes her unhappy. She's been able to relax knowing you're in good hands so that she could focus on herself. She told me on the phone just now that whenever she thinks about coming back to that house, cooking and cleaning and being responsible for you, that her anxiety rises right back up. She's finally decided that she can never go back to that."
Big tears rolled down both of my cheeks and Mrs. A offered me the tissue box from her desk. I took one but only held it in my hand, letting the tears drip onto my bare chest.
"She honestly feels it's the best thing for you too, Fin," Mrs. A said, "and I tend to agree."
"But who's going to take care of me if she isn't?" I asked softly, more tears rolling down and wetting my chest so much I was forced to use the tissue.
"Well, Olaf and I have an idea about that," she said, brightening. "I discussed it with your Mom just now and she was delighted, and your father's permission is no longer necessary since he gave up his rights. We want to adopt you, Fin. We want to formally and legally make you our son."
I stopped mid-sob and stared at her. I couldn't believe what I had heard and even as she grinned at me I doubted I had it right.
"For real, Mrs. A?" I finally managed to squeak.
I wouldn't let myself believe it. It would just hurt too much if I was somehow misunderstanding.
"For real, Honey," she said, beaming her own happiness. "You'll really be our son and we'll really be your family, forever and ever."
I couldn't budge. I couldn't even breathe. The only part of me moving was my heart, beating like a hummingbird's. I stared with my mouth agape until Mrs. A came around the desk to the couch, holding out her welcoming arms.
"Well come here, silly goose!"
I flew off of the couch and into her arms, my newly-muscular arms squeezing her tightly. She fiercely hugged me back and placed kiss after kiss on my forehead and the top of my head. I craned back and looked up into her happy eyes.
"Oh Mrs—" I began, but then at the realization exclaimed, "Mama!"
She pulled me in, my face once again nestled against her wonderful, reassuring breasts. I still felt horribly rejected — neither of my real parents wanted me — but this amazing woman did. She would have been enough all by herself but I would also get a wonderful Papa and three incredible siblings! I was going from unwanted only child to part of a big, close, happy family and I couldn't be more thrilled.
"I'll always be your Mom, Fin, and I'll always be in your life. I love you and I can't wait to see you grow up to be a happy, healthy adult."
"But you just can't be my mother anymore, right?"
"We've been over this, Fin," she said a little too sharply. "Dr. A has already explained it to you."
That same old annoyed impatience had crept into her voice and my alarm bells went off just like they used to, anticipating an explosion. I felt the tension in the silent phone line as she fought to hold herself back. Ten seconds ticked by before I sensed her relax again.
"Yes Mom. I understand."
And I did — finally — understand. Just like my Dad she was massively relieved to get rid of me. It must have been like getting out of prison early when she thought she had a life sentence.
The thing was, I was relieved too. I had the Arvidssons and my survival no longer depended on keeping Mom happy, and starting that instant I no longer even wanted to. True, she could still refuse to sign the adoption papers but I knew she wouldn't do that. That would mess it all up, make her responsible for me again. She was crazy but not crazy enough to blow her own scam.
Still it seemed prudent to play along just until the papers were finalized and she could no longer screw it up for me. I could pretend just as well as she could.
"I'll be around all the time, Honey," she said, and this time the pet name felt downright forced. "You'll see. I'll pick you up and we'll go to the movies and the carnival and the zoo... We'll have lots of fun."
Yeah, right, is what I thought. What I said was, "It'll be great, Mom."
"Yes it will, Baby," she said too sweetly.
It was getting annoying.
"I'll be your Mom and Mrs. A will be your Mama. You'll have the best of both of us!"
I didn't say anything and after a few seconds it started to get uncomfortable.
"Please put Mrs. A back on the phone, Honey," she said. "I love you and I'll see you very soon, OK?"
"OK, Mom," I said. "Here's Mrs. A."
I handed the phone back and turned to go but Mama held up her index finger in the "one minute" gesture.
"Yes, Kate," she said into the phone, "I will. Your lawyer will have the paperwork to review tomorrow or the next day. Yes, it's pretty routine. You'd be surprised how many private adoptions there are. No, the financial arrangements are separate. That will take a few more days to iron out but essentially Brian's child support payments that currently come to you will be reassigned to us and you'll have a small payment to us every month as well."
She listened for a moment.
"No, the college fund will be separate from that but also enforceable by court order. He won't be able to shirk it, but of course you won't either. We still need to formalize your visitation rights too. What? Are you sure you don't want it in writing? I mean, of course we'll give you access any time within reason. Yes, OK, if that's how you want it. I'll talk with you again when you've reviewed everything. You're very welcome, Kate. Don't be silly. You and Fin are more than worth it. Talk to you soon. Bye."
She hung up the phone and gestured me back to the couch. I was ready to be done dealing with the Mom situation for a while but I obeyed.
"Fin, I thought I sensed a pretty major change in your demeanor while you were talking to your Mom."
"In my what?"
"Demeanor," she said. "It means your outward behavior; your tone of voice, your facial expressions, the way you hold your body. It can tell a lot about what you're thinking and feeling."
"So what about it?" I asked.
"Something your Mom said made you change your whole attitude. It looked to me like you had made up your mind about something."
I looked down for a second, not sure how to put it or if I should even answer at all. Was I being a bad kid for what I was thinking?
"I'm not sure my Mom really got better at that place," I sheepishly said. "For a minute she was just like before, when she was all mean to me for no reason."
"I see," she said. "You got scared again, just like you used to."
"Yeah."
"But then something changed. What's different now, Fin?"
I hesitated for a second but the answer was obvious.
"You are," I said. "You are and Mr. A — I mean Papa is, and Veed and Ronnie and Hawley. You love me now! And it's real too, I know it is! It's like now that I know what real love feels like I can tell that Mom's love is fake."
"I see," she said. "I must say you don't seem emotionally distressed by this epiphany."
"E-what? C'mon Mama! I'm only ten. Give me a chance at least!"
She broke out laughing and I did too. You can't stay super-serious when you're laughing so the whole conversation got a lot easier.
"An epiphany is a breakthrough," she said. "A sudden insight. It's that moment when you figure something out and you know for sure that it's correct."
"Yeah," I said. "That's what happened. All of a sudden I was sure that Mom hadn't really changed at all. She's been pretending this whole time."
She relaxed and sat back in her chair with a little half-smile.
"You're very intuitive, Fin," she said. "Very smart people often are."
I took a second to enjoy this brilliant woman calling me "very smart," but then the implication struck me.
"So you think so too?" I asked. "You think she's faking?"
"Yes, I'm quite certain of it," she said. "She had me going for a little while, especially in our first session after the dinner party, but that's really my own fault. I personally dislike your father so it was quite easy to believe that he was the bad guy; that everything was his fault. I'm pleased to say I got over that prejudice pretty quickly and then it didn't take long to catch on to your mother's game."
"Isn't it whatchacallit? Unethical? To tell me this stuff?" and she laughed again.
"See, I said you were very smart! Yes, Fin, it's very much against the rules. However there are exceptions to patient confidentiality, like when the patient is a danger to someone else. For example, if a client told me that he planned to murder his wife so he could marry his girlfriend I would be free to tell the police because he presented a danger to his wife. Now I don't think your mother would ever harm you physically but she is definitely a danger to your mental health."
That was still sinking in when she added, "Of course it might be tough to sell that excuse to the state Medical Board, but I won't tell if you won't."
Her bright blue eyes sparkled, so even though I had no clue what a state Medical Board was I knew it was a joke so I grinned. One of the many things I loved about her was that she didn't talk down to kids just for being kids. She assumed we would know what she was talking about and if we didn't she would just teach us.
"I'm going to throw another big word at you now Fin," she said. "Narcissist. I believe both of your parents display many of the characteristics of classic narcissism, although expressed in slightly different ways. Basically a narcissist is a person who thinks they are better than everyone else, smarter than everyone else and deserves to have everything their own way. That's why your Mom hated being a parent so much, because a parent doesn't get to have everything their own way."
"It seemed to me like she always got her own way."
She smiled kindly. "I'm sure it felt that way Fin, but children don't see all the compromises and accommodations parents make every day. Parenting is all about sacrifice but narcissists don't think they should ever have to sacrifice. The world exists to serve them, not the other way around."
"Why did she go through all this? The sessions with you and the group therapy and all this bother for two months? All she had to do was sign me away like Dad did and she'd be done."
"Oh I think some of what she said was true, especially at the beginning when she was reacting so emotionally. I think she really does love you in her own limited way. She doesn't want bad things to happen to you as long as it's no skin off her nose. If it was a choice between bad things for you and bad things for her she'd pick her own happiness every time, but she didn't want to just throw you to the wolves in foster care. She wanted you to have a reasonably soft landing."
"You're a nice soft thing to land on, Mama," I said with a grin and she chuckled.
"She probably also simply wanted to win the game. If she could fool me and the other doctors she would prove to herself how superior she is to a bunch of elite know-it-alls with their fancy diplomas. She also comes across as the good guy, seeking therapy and trying to do the right thing despite the fact that what she's actually doing is abandoning her child."
She watched my eyes, probably looking for my reaction, but I didn't need to react. I already knew I was being shit-canned.
"I saw it happening of course but I had to play along for your sake. I had to be a pawn in her game, someone she could manipulate into taking responsibility for you. She still doesn't realize that I played along because what she was manipulating me into was exactly what I wanted! That's why I had to resign as her therapist, because I was no longer acting in her best interest and that's too unethical for me. Once I transferred her care to the doctors at Transcendence I was free to act in my own interest instead of hers."
"Why didn't you tell me any of this before now?"
"A lot of reasons, Fin," she said. "For one I couldn't take the chance that you'd say something that would tip her off. She had to believe that her plan was working, that she was in control, or who knows how she would react. She's very smart, Fin, but she's also very volatile. That means she has a tendency to blow up when things don't go her way."
Boy, did I know that!
"There's also the patient confidentiality thing. I wouldn't have told you now except you already figured it out. I'll only breach ethics if there's a really good reason. But the main thing, Fin, is that I didn't want to burst your bubble. You're a sweet kid and if you could come out of this believing that your birth Mom really wanted what was best for you then that would be good for your psyche going forward. But I won't lie to you Fin, not even as they say 'for your own good.' Once you figured her out I owed you the truth."
I thought about everything that had gone on, how I lived through the nightmare of two crazy parents and how I could have ended up dumped into some foster home where — I gathered from everyone's horror at the prospect — bad things would have happened to me. Was it just luck that I landed in this fantastic family of wonderful people who loved me like I was their own?
"Why are my parents like that, Mama?"
"There are several theories," she said, leaning back and lacing her fingers across her lap.
I sighed and braced for a very long lecture.
"Some think it was a bad childhood of their own, with parents who were either overly-praising or overly-critical. Odd how both extremes can produce the same pathology. Going along with that is genetics, inherited traits passed along from the parents. That begs the question of how two fairly extreme narcissists produced a child like you, who is so kind you are almost hyper-empathetic. And finally there is neurobiology, the way the brain is physically wired if you will. Nothing has yet been identified in the MRI studies, no particular structural anomalies narcissists have in common, but the science is young. Myself, I think there are probably combinations of all three and maybe other factors as yet unknown."
She met my eyes and must have realized that she lost me somewhere around "hyper-empathetic."
I was helpless, in absolute thrall to Veed's intense blue eyes. I was on my back with Veed above me, his face inches away as he held both my gaze and my focus. I clutched his back with my legs and his neck with my arms as his beautiful cock slid powerfully in and out of me. It was deep and steady but not too fast, keeping me just one degree below my boiling point.
"Fifteen minutes," Ronnie softly announced, the official timekeeper of this unofficial Olympic event. I had cum at the seven-minute mark but Veed had just kept on as per the plan, thrusting with all his emotion and all of his physicality, until eight minutes later I ached for another release. I needed it as badly as I ever had but I didn't want our lovemaking to end.
Veed didn't smile. He had kept that same intense gaze since the second he entered me. Sweat appeared on his brow as he worked but he didn't even breathe heavily, such an athlete he was. My mind was unable to wander, too caught up in it, but somehow the realization filtered through to me that my butt wasn't even sore despite the relentless pounding.
I groaned in frustration and beseeched him, "Please Veed! I'm so close!"
The corners of his mouth turned up for half a second and his speed picked up. In five of these faster strokes my prostate bloomed and my guts exploded in a white-hot orgasm. I clutched him to me with my arms and legs and he kept on fucking in that same fast rhythm.
"Eighteen oh-three," Ronnie announced and somewhere behind me I heard Hawley mutter, "Wow!"
And still Veed fucked me. On and on, past Ronnie's announcement of twenty minutes. He slowed back down to the previous pace and I came along for the ride, utterly relaxed and loving my boy.
Ronnie called twenty-five minutes and I guess Veed had reached his limit because he started slamming harder. Not faster, just harder. In ten more pumps his face screwed up and he bottomed inside me, bucking and squeezing and cumming like he wanted to push every one of his cells into my body. It took thirty seconds before he slumped his sweaty chest against mine and engaged me in a deep, probing kiss.
"Holy cow, you guys," Ronnie said, awestruck. "Twenty-six minutes! Fin, are you OK? Does your butt hurt?"
"I'm great," I said with a smile. "I was so relaxed I could have gone another twenty-six!"
"Not me," Veed gasped and we all laughed.
"It's been so awesome tonight, Ronnie," I said. "Thank you so much. Only you could think of such a great way to celebrate a court order!"
"It isn't every day we get a brand-new brother!" she said, then reached over to ruffle Hawley's blond hair. "The last time was eight and a half years ago."
"You all did so good for me tonight," I gushed. "Hawley, you are the best dick sucker in the world — in the under-ten division."
Hawley turned red but laughed with us.
"And Ronnie, the way you slammed yourself on my cock you made me really love Reverse-Cowgirl!" I made serious eye contact with her and added, "And listen, I know you like it better in the pussy but thanks for understanding and letting me do your butt. I really appreciate it."
"It wasn't about me tonight," she said with a smile. "This was your celebration. When it's my celebration you'll do my pussy, right? Because that's what we do for people we love, whatever makes them happy."
I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her, somewhere between a sister-kiss and a lover-kiss. I loved her with all my heart and I didn't have to draw a line down the middle; this is the sister love and that is the lover love.
Love is love.
And Veed: my brother, my boyfriend, my soul mate. Nobody else would have killed themselves like that to give me the most amazing fuck ever! I didn't even have to say the words out loud. We looked into each other's eyes and we knew.
This was forever.
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