Ozark Race Wars: Part 6

Riley, Taliyah and Dominique, oh my!

Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Upstairs, at the same time.

Pist; pist,’ Taliyah hissed at Mikhail. ‘Wake up.’

‘I'm awake,’ he replied, though his eyes remained closed.

‘I can't believe Vlad is cheating on Brandy.’

‘Brandy keeps telling him that she's Darius' girl. How long is he supposed to hang around waiting for her to decide?’ Mikhail questioned.

‘I; I warned her; he had better not be fucking my Mother.’

‘Do you want me to go find out?’ he finally opened his eyes. Taliyah's head and shoulders were visible from his horizontal form as she looked from the bed. She was still dressed in her cheerleader's uniform.

‘Don't be stupid,’ she spat. ‘I'll go look.’

‘Yeah; because that couldn't possibly turn out wrong,’ he chided her.

‘Damn it. Stop making sense. I prefer you being an insensitive jerk.’

‘Default setting, gotchya,’ he laughed softly. A few moment's passed.

‘I can't hear anything,’ Taliyah closed her eyes and strained her hearing. Mikhail rolled up into a sitting position then stood.

‘I'll be right back.’

‘I'm coming with you,’ she slid off the bed as well. Mikhail took in the girl-becoming-a-woman before him. Taliyah Malik was taller than Brandy by a good three inches. Her skin was mocha with a dark birthmark under her right breast. Her eyes were dark, intelligent and sparkled when she was angry, as he could well attest.

Her lips were full and very little acne scared her face. Her thick, kinky black hair was pulled back in a woven ponytail with beads on the last few inches. Her arms were firm and strong, as were her legs (she'd punched and kicked him with real force), her breasts were hemispherical and pert, with long thin nipples that poked through her clothes when she was aroused. Her stomach was soft to the touch, curvy yet tightly muscled beneath the surface. She was a true athlete.

Her thighs and calves were muscular, as was her curvaceous ass which stuck out of its own accord and was sturdy to the touch. Mikhail knew. He'd played in depth with that ass just this afternoon; and loved it. Her full, rich lips were upturned in her normal sneer.

‘Where did your clothes go?’ she hissed. Mikhail was down to his boxers.

‘I don't sleep in my clothes. It is uncomfortable. Besides, we've seen each other naked, so what's the big deal?’ he countered.

‘It will be a really big deal if Momma finds you like this, in my room.’

‘I'll tell her you beat me up, took my clothes and made me sleep at the foot of your bed like a bad serf, or a good dog,’ he chuckled. She smacked his chest.

Together they went to her room door which had been left partially open when they fell asleep. Taliyah was still disappointed that she hadn't made more progress with the terribly annoying, yet definitely attractive youngest member of the Samsonov clan. He seemed immune to her status at school, or her mother's critical position in city government. He was the most exasperatingly independent man she'd ever met. She was also oddly drawn to his muscular frame, pale blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that reminded her of a raptor.

Taliyah couldn't quite accept that she was also drawn to the man's brutality. There was a barely contained beast dwelling behind those crystal orbs; and she wanted to see more of it. She wanted to test it and she wanted to make that challenge because she sure that was exactly how he would see it, a one on one fight for dominance.

She couldn't gain dominance in Darius' power structure. The whole cheer squad had been reduced to play toys for the football team. Being a girl meant she was a vagina and little more despite all her personal ambitions. Brandy barely cared, she was so far under Darius' spell. Mikhail was different though. She'd heard about how he treated Kaja; how Kaja was part of his team and was treated as if her ambitions mattered.

It wasn't until the car ride home that Taliyah realized that Kaja hadn't hooked up with Mikhail yet. At first, she had thought Kaja was showing stunning wisdom for not dating one of the three most hated White boys in school. The hunting lodge had changed all that. He'd abused her, fought with her and taken control over her and she'd made him pay for every step; and it had been fun. He didn't belittle her efforts nor insinuate that his success was anything more than a temporary victory for either side.

She'd verified that in the stables when she'd wailed on him good. Even his scary/crazy mother had thought Mikhail need a good thrashing. How he had ended up in her bedroom when the lights went out was still a mystery. Mikhail hadn't once looked at her funny, or tried anything. After their earlier tussle on the floor and the resulting make-out session, he'd rolled over and gone straight to bed. She'd heard Vlad come in, their whispered conversation and then they were alone.

‘I'll go first,’ he said.

‘Why do you; ,’ she got out before he interrupted.

‘If I'm seen, I'll be dismissed. If you are seen, there could be a long explanation you don't want to hear,’ he told her. ‘I go first.’

This time she didn't fight him on the point.

As they sneaked down the stairs, Taliyah could make out the noises were coming from the darkened kitchen. From the echoes, some serious screwing was going on.

‘Red Wolf Bitch?’ they heard Vlad taunt her followed by the sound of a hand slapping an ass hard.

‘Yes-yes-yes,’ she exhaled with glee. ‘I'm your bitch.’

‘Bitch,’ Taniyah whispered. ‘He's fucking Riley, that tramp.’ She was relieved it wasn't her mother; it was the woman her dad had been cheating with now cheating with the man who was fucking Brandy silly; which was confusing.

‘We can go back now,’ Mikhail advised her. ‘Nothing to shock us, or make us want to stop them.’

‘You like sex, don't you?’ Vlad continued to tease her. He was also raining down more spanks. The sound of his cupped hand was a counterpoint to the sounds of her sweaty, meaty behind impacting his crotch.

‘Love, love it,’ Riley huff.

‘What a slut,’ Taliyah seethed. ‘I hope he fucks her so hard she can't go to work tomorrow. I hope it hurts.’

‘Like it rough?’ Vlad said.

‘Of course she does, Bro,’ Mikhail said quietly. ‘Listen to her howl.’

‘Yes,’ Riley exhaled.

‘You were dressed to fuck Chine tonight, weren't you?’ Vlad led her along.

‘Yes; oh; no,’ she gulped.

‘Whore,’ Taliyah hissed yet again.

‘Did you fuck him today?’

‘I bet she did,’ Taliyah was getting steamed.

‘No; No,’ she howled.

‘Lying cow,’ Taliyah grumbled.

‘Let's go back upstairs,’ Mikhail gently tried to turn things around.

‘I don't care,’ Vlad chuckled. ‘I'm fucking you now. Come here,’ I coaxed her along; out of sight of the two on the stairs.

Reluctantly, Taliyah let herself be corralled and taken back to her room.

‘Ga-ga-ga,’ Riley choked. ‘God yes-yes-yes, give it to me.’

Once inside, Taliyah began pacing angrily.

‘He's fucking that sow,’ she grumbled. ‘He's fucking her good and that shit belongs to Brandy, not that cheating whore.’

‘He's fucking her so she won't be a BBC whore anymore,’ Mikhail said casually. ‘In the same way Brandy isn't Darius's pet bitch, Vlad is going to rip Riley apart and fix what ails her on the sexual front. Trust me. That is how it will work out.’

‘Trust you? You barely know anything about sex and women,’ she blasted him.

‘Mom was a far bigger slut than anyone in this burgh and she knows all the tricks, lies and deceptions; and she is confident that Vlad can get the job done.’

‘She's crazier than you are and that's saying something,’ she retorted.

Mikhail went back to the blanket and pillow he had on the floor, making ready to go back to sleep.

‘That's what you are going to do?’ Taliyah sounded bitter.

‘What I plan to do is shut you up, fuck you, curl your toes and make you scream out my name while I force you into climax after climax,’ he said as he lowered himself to the pillow.

‘I won't let you,’ she snarled.

‘'Letting' wasn't part of the program, remember? You'll do it because you want to put me in my place and you think you can.’

‘Not likely,’ she groused. ‘You are never having sex with me again.’

‘That's okay. I'll have those precious memories to put me to sleep. The sweat pooling on your lower back, the muscles around your sphincter pulling back along my cock as I pulled out of you and then that sucking noise when I pushed back in. I owned your ass and that will never change.’

‘Son of a bitch,’ she snarled as she jumped on him. She was playing his game yet she was sure she could win it and shove her victory in his face. One of her knees hit the carpeted ground while the other drove painfully into his hip. Taliyah hauled back to slap his upraised left arm with her right. Her left hand landed on his right triceps, trying to keep him pinned down.

'Smack', came the first blow. The second one, he caught by his wrist and held tight. She shifted to her left, only to have that one snatched too. Foolishly, Taliyah went for the head butt, learning rapidly Mikhail had a head as hard as stone.

‘Ow,’ she gasped. She was so distracted she missed him rising up and kissing her on the lips. He tried again, so she tried to bite him.

Taliyah kept struggling, but couldn't stop Mikhail from rolling them over so that he was on top. He paid for that advantage as he felt her stabbing her manicured fingernails into his right hand.

‘Hurr; ‘ he grumbled. He didn't let go, though. He tried to kiss her again and got a bitten lip for his troubles.

‘Next time I'll bite off your tongue,’ Taliyah promised. She was also keeping her voice low so that this fight would remain just between the two of them.

‘I'm willing to test that promise,’ he gave his best wolfish grin. Mikhail pressed his groin into hers. Taliyah had her legs around him, her ankles pressing into his ass. She was also dry humping his steel pole.

‘Get the hell off of me,’ she glowered.

‘Make me,’ he chuckled. Taliyah thrashed about, tried to bring his capturing hands within bite range and endeavored to buck him off with up thrusts of her hips, all to no avail. What she did accomplish was to get both of them very horny. Their quandary was Taliyah couldn't get him off of her and Mikhail couldn't further manipulate her unless he let go of an arm.

He let go of her left arm. She immediately slapped him with it, but that allowed Mikhail to roll them back over to where the painful leverage caused her to let go of her leg-lock around his hips. Mikhail also had a free hand. He used it to land a resounding smack on her clad bottom. A slap-for-spank exchange erupted between the two with Taliyah getting more turned on by the second. She knew he was getting into it.

She changed things up first, grabbing him by the chin.

‘I am Not your bitch, Boy,’ she taunted him. Mikhail's counter-ploy was to grab hold of one scrumptious ass cheek and give it a good squeeze.

‘Yes you are,’ he laughed.

‘I'm on top,’ she snarled.

‘This gives me better access to your tits,’ he kept chortling. ‘I'm enjoying the view.’

‘I'm going to kill you,’ she seethed. Her hand dropped from his chin to his throat as she tried to throttle him. Mikhail's throat muscles flexed, giving her poor purchases. Mikhail took the opportunity to move his hand between the two cheeks and probe her anus through her shorts and panties.

‘No you don't,’ she rumbled. ‘We are not doing that again,’ but her insistence sounded a bit weak, even to her ears.

‘What are you saying?’ he grew serious. ‘That was the best sex I ever had.’

‘I hope you enjoy the memories. That hurt and I'm; stop that,’ she protested. Mikhail had moved his questing hand from outside the clothing to inside. He had a finger probing her sphincter in a flash.

Taliyah's hand went back to his jaw.

‘I said stop that,’ she insisted at the same time she stopped trying to wiggle her ass away from the intrusion. Mik drew her higher up his body so that Taliyah's face was above his and her breasts were in his face. The real motive behind that action was revealed when he dipped his fingers further beneath her ass and penetrated her cunt with a finger.

‘Oh, now you think you are going to get some of my cunt,’ she sneered. ‘Ain't happening. You had your chance this afternoon.’

‘Afraid you'll like it? Afraid you'll like it as much as you loved me forcing you this afternoon?’ he teased her.

‘Bitch; I'll make you my Bitch, Mik. I don't need your cock,’ she countered.

‘You know I like my Black Bitches quiet,’ he snorted. ‘You talk; ‘ Taliyah pressed her lips down on his, shoved her tongue between his teeth and waged war with his tongue before pulling back.

‘You talk too much,’ she mocked him. Mikhail took his slick finger back to her puckered hole. This time he penetrated. Taliyah flinched, gasped then groaned.

‘I hate you,’ she panted.

‘I'm not particularly fond of you either,’ he grinned up at her.

‘Liar,’ she huffed. ‘You are getting off on my body. I know your brother does.’

‘Vlad's got good taste in women,’ he radiated masculine charm. ‘I think mine is better.’

‘Damn right she is. This still doesn't mean I'm going to let you fuck me.’

‘You had better step up your game if you plan to stop me,’ he challenged her. Taliyah thrust down on his blood-filled tool and ground her vulva in. Mikhail could then switch up his hand so that his thumb was pressing into her bunghole and two fingers were pumping her twat. She was sticky-wet.

‘Fuck you,’ she growled. She let go of his jaw, supported her weight with her free arm and propped her midsection up. That forced her shorts and panties down since Mikhail wouldn't release his finger-holds in her nether regions. Mikhail, sensing the change in her stratagem, let go of her right hand. Taliyah smirked down at him at the same time she shimmied out of her clothing. Mikhail quickly shed his boxers.

‘Right pants pocket, condoms,’ he told her. Taliyah drew up short.

‘When did you get them?’

‘Vlad gave them to me,’ he answered. ‘I guess he keeps a supply around in case Brandy gets frisky.’ That was a carefully crafted lie. He knew they came from his mother. But telling Taliyah that would curtail his upcoming sexual romp.

‘I'm on the pill.’

‘Do you trust it?’

‘Your sperms not that strong,’ she countered.

‘I'll have to give you a double; ‘ he got out.

‘Shut up,’ she taunted him. ‘You talk too much. I like my white boys doing something else with their tongues.’

‘That's date three material,’ he chuckled.

‘I'm not going to give you the choice.’

‘You talk too much. Less lip, more action.’

She settled down on him, his cock pressed against his lower stomach while she wriggled over the base.

‘I'm not sure I want to fuck you now,’ her voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘I don't do White boys.’ Mik shrugged. That flummoxed her, until he seized her lapse in caution to flip them back over, mounting her before she could push him off.

‘Bastard,’ she grumbled. He still wasn't inside of her because his hands were too busy keeping her hands pinned over her head. That didn't stop him from humping her. When he went in for a kiss, she decided to get fierce instead of resisting. She chewed on his lower lip, twisted and wrestled with his tongue against his palate. They exchanged a soulful kiss that caused her to shiver from neck to tailbone.

Slowly, Taliyah's right leg worked its way up his left side until her knee passed her waist. She was now wide open and ready for some serious screwing. Mikhail released one of her hands and was promptly slapped. His hand went between them so he could line up his cock for penetration.

‘I don't think so,’ she teased him. ‘This isn't going to happen.’

With that declaration, Mikhail's cockhead rubbed up against her labia, teasing it from hood to perineum.

‘Not my ass, you bastard,’ she glared.

‘Fine, take off your shirt.’

‘Why should I do; ah; anything for you?’

‘Woman, is it going to kill you to show me your tits again?’ he complained.

‘What is the magic word?’ she taunted him.

‘You are a sexy bitch,’ he rumbled.

‘I was looking for 'please', but that will do,’ she snorted. Mikhail let go of her other hand allowing Taliyah to take off her top and bra together.

‘Damn, those are some sweet ta-tas,’ he remarked.

‘These?’ she tantalized him by bringing her upper arms together, squeezing her bountiful mounds together and pushing them up.

‘Yeah,’ Mikhail studied them.

‘Get to licking,’ she demanded. Mikhail shot her a devilish look. He couldn't pump her and take in her boobies at the same time, so he had to slide down to take them both in. His suckling was ravenous, toothy and full of vigor. He not only lavished attention on her thick, dark brown nipples and areoles, he licked every inch of them, especially the bottom where she was salty with sweat.

Quickly she was writhing beneath him. She released her breast augmentation to pull him in tighter by grabbing his ear and using it like a steering wheel. Her left hand went between them and began stroking his aching cock, giving it a brutal yank every time his teeth got too sharp against her tender flesh.

‘Yeah; wo; yeah; nice. Rashaan won't do this for me,’ she cooed.

Mikhail took that insinuation of a comparison to smoothly transition his hand back to her flank, gripping and kneading her perfect, muscular buttock.

‘Oh; ah; that's it; yes; this is; so wrong. I; hate you.’

‘Hate, love, fucking is fucking, woman,’ he answered. ‘You are sensual,’ they maneuvered him into her molten, slippery folds, ‘and I'm hot for you. That's enough for me.’

‘This isn't going; to become a; ah; habit,’ she chuffed.

‘I don't think so,’ he rebounded. ‘I kind of like this and I'm faster than you.’

‘Next time; oh yeah; I'll rip your nuts; ah; off,’ she swore.

‘I'll; ugh; take that under; (grunt); advisement,’ he countered. ‘You feeling fucking awesome; I have to do this again.’

‘No you won't,’ she groaned. Mikhail began to delve deep into her depths, swiveling his crotch to make sure his cock rubbed as much of her vagina as possible. The more he fucked into her, the more Taliyah rebounded. She'd also finally shut up. She was having the best sex of her short life. None of the gang-bangs and private sessions with Rashaan could compare. She didn't know how to handle this.

Slowly the looks Brandy gave Vlad made haunting sense. If Vlad could fuck as well as his brother; that would explain why she didn't want to give that White boy up. Taliyah feared she could get used to this. She already found Mikhail intriguing, strong, vicious and combative, fearless. He didn't give a fuck about what anyone thought. He wasn't even worried about what his brothers thought and did.

She really liked that, him not giving a shit, living up to his own expectations and those alone. Even his scary/spooky crazy mother didn't hold him back. Mikhail's rod was caressing, massaging, loving every inch of her vaginal love box.

‘You are being awful quiet,’ he teased her.

‘I thought you liked your Black bitches quiet, asshole,’ she shot back.

‘I want to hear you scream,’ he laughed. Taliyah grabbed Mikhail's right shoulder and dug her fingernails in enough to cause him pain.

‘How about you screaming, bastard?’ she huffed. She was getting close and she took some of her erotic tension out on his flesh. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ she covered her mouth and gave Mikhail the squirming and climax he wanted. He barely lasted seconds beyond her, his body tensing up as he drove into her harder and harder before his balls unleashed his torrents of cum.

Four, five, six times he erupted. They lay coupled together, both struggling for breathe, sweaty and exhausted.

‘Get off me,’ she moaned. ‘You are heavy.’

Mikhail snaked an arm underneath her then rolled over so that her weight was now on him.

‘Oh, you think you are being clever,’ she griped. ‘I still hate you.’

‘I didn't fuck you to win you over. I fucked you because you are a cock-tease that I had to have. I could care less about your attitude,’ he zinged. She hit him on the chest. He laughed, so she hit him again. Finally Taliyah propped herself up, her elbows on his pectorals and her chin supported by her linked hands.

‘Are you ever not a jerk?’

‘I aim for consistency,’ he chuckled.

‘I don't know how I'm going to put up with you,’ she mused.

‘I imagine you will be constantly kicking my ass when I piss you off. That works for my brothers,’ he told her.

‘Are you one of those masochist, a freaky jerk?’

‘Not particularly. If you weren't so damn hot, I'd have dumped you by now.’

‘You are an infuriating ass,’ she sizzled. ‘Am I just a fuck toy for you?’

‘I'm in your room in the middle of the night with your mother just down the hall; yeah; I'm so hard up for a screw that I'm putting up with all this fucked up shit,’ he remarked.

‘A simple 'no' would suffice,’ she leaned in until they were nose to nose. Mikhail tilted his head slightly so he could lick her nose.

‘Eew; now I have your slimy spit on my nose,’ she complained.

‘You have another form of my bodily fluids in your cunt, Taliyah,’ he pointed out.

‘You are about as romantic as a spittoon. Vlad gives a crap about Brandy. Why can't you give a damn about me?’

‘Taliyah,’ Mik hesitated. ‘I'm sleeping on your God-damn floor. We are having sex on your God-damn floor and not your far more comfortable bed. If you are expecting sappy words, you are fucking the wrong Samsonov. You should have picked Alexander. He'd treat you like a lady.’

‘I would have, but he left,’ she lied. Alexander did nothing to engage her spirit and Mikhail resonated with her soul. Mikhail shrugged, rolled onto his side and let his cock slip out of her sex sleeve. She could feel some of his seed leaking out so she moved up, grabbed a Kleenex and cleaned herself off. She even took the precaution of hiding it beneath some other trash. There was no sense in having a fight with her Mother over her raping Mikhail on her bedroom floor.

She gathered up her panties and bra, putting them on while sitting on the edge of her bed. Mikhail took the break to retrieve his boxers. She wanted to lie down and try to order her thoughts about her Father, and Rashaan, and bitterly, about Mikhail. Mikhail took her by the hand and pulled her to his kneeling form.

‘Lay down with me a bit,’ he demanded. She wanted to resist, except she was both physically and mentally tired.

Taliyah settled in by Mikhail's side. She rested in the crux of his arm, her head using his shoulder as a pillow. As sleep took her, she worried about what her Mother would say when she found them this way. She nodded off deciding she didn't care. Brandy had stolen her bit of happiness so why couldn't she seize some of her own?

Dominique leaned her back against the wall next to Taliyah's door, controlling her own breathing and recalling much of what had passed between her daughter and her enemy/lover. Woken up by the same erotic noises made by that slut, Riley, fucking that Samsonov boy, Dominique had stepped out into the hall just in time to see Taliyah leading Mikhail back into her room.

She had listened to most of their exchange, twice coming to the verge of storming in, acting offended and throwing Mikhail out on his ear. Both times, Taliyah's feisty retorts caused her to pull up short and silently urge her daughter on, to dominate the son of Gayle Fonteneau and make him perform. Instead, she and Mikhail had given as good as they each got, coupled like they belonged together and matched each other sexually.

Now her daughter was cuddling on the floor with the son of her family's nemesis, softly snoring her way to post-coital bliss. Dominique was wet between the thighs and had an itch she couldn't scratch. Had she not been so furious with Chinedu, she would have called him. Instead, she was alone; and then the noise from downstairs picked up again.

{Riley's Ass and Dominque's Pleasure}

I had been working over Riley's labia and clitoris while she attempted to eat her plateful of ribs. She was huffing and puffing as she ripped through the last three.

‘Let's go to the sofa,’ I said then licked her fingers clean.

‘I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time, as long as Dominique doesn't find out.’

I led her to the sofa. She was expecting to recline on the furniture while I had other plans.

I pushed her behind so that she fell over the arm rest. Riley giggled.

‘You like my ass?’

‘There is a lot of you to like and I have something special in mind,’ I informed her. I knelt behind her, ran two fingers up her inner thigh and delved back into her sloppy cunt. I began kissing each ass cheek, working my way into her crack. With my left hand still working over her vaginal canal, I opened up her buttock with my right.

Running my tongue from her sweet secretions to her anus brought forth wanton moaning and hip gyrations. I went back and forth for several minutes until I sensed her on the cusp. I rapidly pumped my fingers into her cunt, pressing up with all my dexterity while driving my tongue into her rectum. She jumped, groaned loudly then flopped back down on the sofa.

‘Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh,’ she labored on and on until her teeth clenched and she began grunting loudly. Her eruption caused her whole plump body to vibrate and quiver. I punctuated her latest outburst with a resounded pop to the ass. That spurred her on to greater vocalizations. I had her going for over a minute until she lay utterly helpless to my predations.

I went back to her sphincter, drilling in one finger slowly to the second knuckle. When that became less constrained, I worked in a second. When I went for the third, she mumbled something I couldn't make out.

‘What was that?’ I inquired.

‘I don't do anal,’ she pleaded.

‘Chinedu already told Dominique and me that he did; and you liked it,’ I deceived her.

‘He did?’ she hesitated then, ‘Oh, okay,’ and she submitted to my advances. I had to wonder why she lied to me. Did she not like it, or had she thought I would think less of her because of it? I worked her over with my three fingers until her anus relaxed. Next, I took it easy with my cock, tested her physical frontiers with my cock and her emotional waters with my efforts.

‘Hmm,’ I rumbled as I worked my full length in at a steady pace. As I pulled out, I saw Dominique looking at us from the foyer. She must have just come down the stairs. I drove my cock back into Riley's ass while keeping eye contact with Dominique. I was kind of curious why she wasn't ripping us both a new asshole.

‘You want this cock, don't you?’ I asked.

‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘Yes; I'm a slut,’ she sobbed.

‘Hey, at least you are honest,’ I allowed. ‘And you are good at it too.’

‘Oh; umm; thank you,’ she hiccupped.

‘You're welcome,’ I pounded her ass for a minute, silent except for Riley's gasps, grunts and moans. It was positively glove-like by this time and every thrust drove her farther into her own sensual euphoria. Hey, she really liked cock.

‘So, what do you think of Dominique?’ I surprised them both.

‘I, huh, what?’ she tried to order her thoughts.

‘Is she a good boss?’

‘Ya, yes,’ she panted.

‘You find her sexy, don't you?’ I tossed out there. This was one of the lessons I was supposed to use on Brandy, except the recipient of the sexy was Taliyah.

‘I; a little; ‘ she huffed. She was getting close so I slowed my pace.

‘Have you ever brushed up against her ass, touched it?’

‘Once; well, a few times.’

‘Nice,’ I stroked her tramp stamp. ‘I bet is it luscious and warm to the touch. I bet she knows you do it, too.’

‘Really?’ she gulped.

‘Oh yeah,’ I looked Dominique's way. ‘She's got to be a sexual volcano. I bet she's got great, silky thighs too. I bet you'd like touching them.’

‘May, maybe; ‘

‘I'd go down on her if I had half a chance, if she didn't despise me,’ I led her on. ‘I bet she tastes like molasses.’

‘I don't know. I guess so; I've done girls before; I kind of liked it,’ she murmured.

‘Good for you,’ I gave her a light spank. ‘If you had to go down on Dominique to keep your job; and if you promised to nut Chinedu the next time he propositioned you, would you?’

‘You mean eat her out?’ Riley looked over her shoulder. I gave her three quick pummelings to get her back on track.

‘Yeah, tongues and fingers, really tear her up, to keep your job?’

‘Yes, yes,’ she moaned.

‘Yes, you'll fuck her, or yes, pound your asshole harder?’ I teased her.

‘Both!’ she hissed loudly. ‘Tear me up!’

‘Wish granted,’ I murmured. I dug my fingertips into her ample thighs and pulled her into each thrust. Her tunnel spasms pushed me to the edge and I shot first. My scolding semen caused her to rattle off like a steam kettle.

‘Fu-fuck,’ she ground out from deep in her diaphragm. I bet she expelled every bit of air from her lungs. She was spent and relatively helpless.

‘Well Dominique,’ I addressed the darkness, ‘do you want your apology?’

‘What?’ Riley mumbled. Dominique stepped out of the shadows fully into the room.

‘What makes you think I'll participate in this farce, Vlad?’ she regarded me brazenly. I could have sworn she removed a hand from inside her robe as she entered the room.

‘Dominique,’ Riley groaned. ‘It wasn't me. He forced me.’

‘Yeah Girl, I saw how hard you were fighting him off,’ she glowered at her underling. ‘I heard you telling him how you would tongue my snatch to keep your fucking job. How much more of a slut can you be?’

‘I'm sorry,’ she sobbed. ‘I didn't know what I was saying.’

‘I'm tired of your 'sorry',’ Dominique spat. She stormed over to Riley, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so they had eye contact. ‘I want to know what you are going to do to make it up to me!’

‘I; I; ‘ she sniveled.

‘Vlad, get over here,’ Dom commanded. ‘Riley, clean him up. I don't want him going to sleep with a dirty cock.’

‘Whoa, don't I have a say in this?’ I protested.

‘She's made a mess of my arm rest. God knows what mess you made in the kitchen. You had better do what I say, Boy, right now!’

Well, I knew what side of the family Taliyah got her fight from. Dominique was bristling and ferocious; and raunchy.

I stepped beside Riley's upraised head and presented her with my cock. Dominique didn't wait for her to reposition herself, instead grabbing her hair by the roots and guiding her mouth over my rod. Riley went straight for the suction with a healthy dose of tongue action.

‘Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, yum,’ she muttered around my glans.

‘Take it all, you whore,’ Dominique insisted. She pulled Riley's head toward my pelvis with her left hand while pushing me forward by the small of my back. Riley's gag-reflex proved to be virtually non-existent. I had the stimulation of my glans' edge rubbing against her throat as she swallowed my full length in one diligent effort. Saliva was drooling down her chin. By her efforts, my retiring rod found a new, though painful, life.

‘Damn girl, you can choke down some snake,’ Dom gave grudging admiration. She pulled me all the way out so Riley could speak.

‘Yes,’ she coughed up more spittle. ‘I love cock.’ Dom shoved my cock back down her throat.

‘You had better be staying away from Chine's 'black snake' from here on out,’ she insisted. Riley nodded, partially in lust and partially out of fear.

I reached my left arm around and circled Dominique's waist. She arched an eyebrow my way. My hand then worked down toward her ass.

‘Mind yourself; Vlad,’ she cautioned me. I pressed her patience by patting her ass. She stopped looking at Riley and began staring me down. I refused to wilt, but I did deceive her momentarily by pulling my hand back.

She gave a sliver of a superior, smug smile, only to have it frozen by my undoing her robe tie. She tried to still me by her will alone. I wasn't intimidated by bitchy. I had a crazy mother to scare the crap out of me far more effectively, though I knew she loved me. Underneath her robe was a thigh-high, purple satin nightshirt that was tight around her healthy, rubenesque form.

Mom had given me the impression that coaxing a woman along could overcome initial frigidity. I pawed her bare, upper posterior without going for her cleft, or down to her thighs, keeping it sensual instead of overtly sexual. That kept Dominique from slamming a halt to my efforts. I was going with a game plan because I had no personal experience. Right on cue, Dominique took a deep breath and let the tension go from her shoulders.

I put my hand on the small of her back to hold her in place as I leaned in for a kiss.

‘I'm a married woman,’ she stated firmly. I kissed her anyway, a butterfly-light affair. Her lips twitched upwards at the corner. I kissed her again, a bit stronger. Riley's slurping made a sexy counterpart to our playful interactions. Kiss three had my tongue tantalizing her lips with no response. The next one had her tongue coming out to play and the fifth one was rich, intense and left her panting.

‘You are delusional if you think we are having intercourse,’ she promised.

‘We'll see about that,’ I looked down on her. She didn't stop me from another French kiss and couldn't stop herself from a moan when my other hand came to rest on her stomach.

‘Watch those hands,’ she defied me. Our bodies moved so that we wedged Riley's head between my crotch and Dominique's torso. That caught both women's attention and allowed me to cup Dom's left breast from beneath. ‘Careful now,’ she cautioned me again, but it turned out she was warning the wrong one. On her own initiative, Riley placed a hand on Dom's thigh and moved it up, under her nightshirt and began making a twisting motion.

Dominique huffed, shot a violent look to Riley without verbally stopping her. Seconds later, Riley withdrew her fingers. They were covered with fluid which she sucked off while still gobbling my cock.

‘Hmm; ‘ Riley giggled.

I gambled that I'd hit the 'tipping point'. My hand on the small of her back walked down, steering for her cleft. My first finger pushed right, my ring finger pushed left and my middle one went right down the middle.

‘Mind that finger,’ she exhaled. I was. I didn't play with her anus, going right past it and into her vagina from behind. She was honey-thick and drenched. I leaned into her, covering my finger activity with more kissing, migrating from her lips to her neck. That allowed my three fingers to start gently penetrating her vulva and searching for her 'G-spot'.

‘AH!’ she yipped when I found it. Her right arm grabbed hold of my left bicep with an iron grip.

She began huffing and puffing and shivered when I felt Riley's fingers launch a return invasion. She tried to wedge another finger in while working her clit with a thumb. Next thing I knew, Dominique pulled my mouth up for another tongue-twisting kiss hungry with need.

‘Highly neglected?’ I whispered to her.

‘Damn right,’ she grinned. Dom took her fingers out of Riley's hair, pushed the copper-headed girl's forehead away and grabbed my sloppy wet tool. She was squeezing and stroking in equal measure. We stayed that way with finger intrusions and a hand job going on all at once. Riley feebly pushed herself up and slid off the sofa's arm, falling back on wobbly feet.

I took things a step further by working my hand off her breast, down beneath the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. Dominique gave off a deep growl as she struggle to keep up with my advances. She answered my quest by shifting out of her robe and letting me pull off her shirt over her head. Pushing her on to the sofa was a given. I followed her down, went to my knees and slid right into her vagina. She was tighter than Brandy or Riley, which aided my diligent and determined efforts.

‘Don't make me regret this,’ she grumbled. I pushed her left leg up and to the side so I could get easy access to her cunny. That put my weight on my arms. I was glad I worked out because I really needed that stamina now. Dominique put her hands on my shoulders, linking her fingers behind my head. We kept the kisses rolling on and on while I ramped up my action.

Her cunt made an incredibly humid, sloshing noise as I drove my cock home, pumping deep into her cunt. The harder I worked, the wetter she got and the more she moaned and hummed. I had to pace myself. It had been a long damn fucking day. I didn't have to wait too long, thankfully.

‘Oh; ‘ she howled. Dominique's legs trembled, her big, droopy boobs bounced and her stomach jiggled.

‘Damn b, Vlad, who taught you to screw?’

‘If you want more, turn around. My lower back is killing me,’ I leered at her. She weighed over the concession versus the promised reward.

‘Don't get creative back there,’ she warned.

‘Oh, that will come later,’ I pledged. She shot me an evil look as she turned around, her folded arms on the back of the sofa, her ass thrust out and her back bowed for easy access.

I slid back in. I was having that old sensation again, the ridges and crevices of her vaginal canal and cervix. She emoted pleasure. Her eyes shut and her head came to rest on her arms as she thrust her big ass back my way. It rippled as I penetrated her cunt. There were slight dimples over the surface of that beautiful physical feature.

‘Oh, ah, oh,’ she kept murmured. She was no longer trying to keep quiet, or the pretense of being a lady. I couldn't easily reach around and play with her sway tits as tired as I was so I had a sinister insight.

I motioned to Riley, who was leaning against a chair to our side. She focused on me.

'Suck her breast', I mouthed. Riley shook her head. I repeated my request. Again, she refused. 'Do it, or else,' I threatened aloud. Riley caved and came my way. She fell to her knees, tilted her head and cupped Dominique's right tit. The matron's eyes remained shut. She must have thought it was me. All that changed when Riley pushed her body forward so she could take Dominique's nipple into her mouth.

‘What?’ Dominique jerked. ‘Riley, what do you think; ‘ she looked down at her underlining. Riley hesitated so I gave a stinging slap to the slut's ass. That got her back to suckling with a vengeance. ‘Vlad, don't think this makes everything okay,’ Dom gazed over her shoulder at me.

‘If you really don't like it, make her stop,’ I suggested. Dominique glared at me. Riley's tongue was that damn good.

I went back to my piston strokes into her cunt. Within seconds, I felt Riley's fingers working over Dominique's nub and petting my cock and balls as they plunged in. The tightness of Dominique's vagina coupled with Riley's fingernails tantalizing my shaft drove me toward the edge.

‘Gurr; ‘ I snarled. Seconds later I began pumping seed into Dominique's moist womb. It didn't take long to exhaust my cum supply, or my cock to grow soft. Today had been way more fucking than I was used to, or prepared for. As I thought earlier, this was way off 'The Plan'. My eruption didn't stop Riley from working over Dom's cunt or suckling on her tit. A quarter of a minute later, Dominique gave off a squelched squeal and vibrated erotically.

I fell back on my ass, exhausted, worn out and utterly spent. Riley sat back on her haunches while Dominique rolled over on her left side so she could examine us both. I imagined she was looking for sign of conceited conquest. Neither Riley nor I exhibited that delusion. We had all given our all this evening.

‘Riley, get your ass to bed. Vlad, we need to talk,’ Dominique commanded with bated breathe. Two orgasms after such a stressful night had pressed her to her limit as well.

‘Hold on a sec,’ I intervened. ‘Riley, get to lapping.’

‘What?’ both women voiced their disbelief.

‘Riley, you still owe Dominque an apology,’ I reminded them both. Riley shot Dominique a fearful look. The Black woman felt the power she held over her underling.

She scooted forward and opened her legs.

‘I'm waiting,’ she glared. Riley went onto all fours and crawled between those chocolate thighs. She went to licking my cum from Dominique's snatch with gusto. I started out getting behind Riley and playing with her ass. I tested her gooey bunghole with my thumb while two fingers wiggled around her cunt.

‘Don't fuck the bitch,’ Dominique commanded. ‘She's had enough pleasure for one night.’

‘That's hard to do,’ I let a fey light twinkle in my eyes. ‘She likes soft loving and rough sex. It ain't easy not making her happy.’

‘Riley, you really are a slut,’ Dominique ran her hands through those coppery locks. Riley nodded her head.

She also began twisting her tongue into a point and stabbing deeper into her mistress's vagina. Dominique grabbed a second handful of hair and ground Riley's face all over her cunt.

‘That's it, Bitch. That's it,’ Dominique groaned.

‘Like the taste of my semen?’ I asked while I raked fingers down Riley's back from neck to tailbone.

‘Num, num, num, num,’ she mumbled. ‘I like it a lot.’

‘What about my cunt juices, Whore?’

‘Good. You are tasty,’ Riley smiled up at Dom, her face glistening with juices.

‘What are you going to tell Chinedu the next time he comes on to you?’

‘You two taste a whole lot better,’ Riley gave a feeble grin.

‘Spank this slut,’ Dominique glared at me. I complied with two sharp, stinging blows to each buttocks. Riley squealed, with pleasure.

‘Vlad, I am going to need you to keep this bitch in line,’ Dom demanded.

‘I'm Brandy's guy; if she chooses to dump Darius,’ I qualified.

‘That's not likely to happen,’ Dom shook her head. I gave Riley's labia one last spank then sidled up to Dominique. I sat on the sofa and leaned in for a kiss. It got steamy real fast. Dominique really had been neglected, both sexually and romantically. She left one hand on Riley's head while running another hand through my hair. Gently, she guided my lips to her right tit. I suckled like a pro. The matron of the Malik clan rolled her head back and gave a deep-diaphragm moan. I began to pinch, twirl and pluck at her left tit.

‘Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,’ she exhaled loudly. Undoubtedly the couple upstairs heard that. No one seemed to care.

‘Enough,’ Dominique pushed Riley back on her thick haunches. ‘You too, Boy.’ I stopped sucking on her nipples while starting to stroke her stomach from pubic mount to the base of her mammary. Dominique positively purred. ‘Riley, go to bed. As I said, Vlad and I need to have a chat.’

Riley staggered to her feet, wove her way to the kitchen and scampered off to the guest room.

‘What am I going to do with you?’ she tried to sound strict, but came across as hedonistic with two fingers twirling my hair.

‘I'm Brandy's boyfriend. This was a one-time thing,’ I shrugged. ‘I'm not going to darken your doorway late some night.’

‘I'm glad we've got that straight; and before you think you are really Brandy's boyfriend, you had better take care of Darius. That buck isn't the kind to share, or give in to a boy like you.’ She meant 'White'. I doubted a Black student would have had the gall to attempt to steal Brandy away.

‘I'll figure something out,’ I grinned. She snorted, got up, gathered her things and went off to bed.

Fonteneau House in the morning.

In the morning, Taliyah and Mikhail woke me up. I took a towel bath, ate some cereal and the three of us went to pick up Brandy on our way to school. After all, Brandy had a decision to make if we were going to be an item. I should have been looking at the big picture instead of my own personal desires. We got sloppy and would pay for it.

Andrea Blanchard woke up with the smell of coffee assaulting her nostrils. It took her a few muddled seconds to recall what had happened to her last night. She had been drinking and talking with Gayle Samsonov and Bebe, the stable hand. She'd loosened up, talked about music, college and fantasy beach vacations. Andrea loved the Gulf Coast beaches and had spent all of her college Spring Break at one resort or another.

‘What; what; where am I?’ she sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked around. Her ocular orbs quickly latched onto Gayle's eyes.

‘Good morning, Andrea,’ she pushed a steaming cup of coffee her way. ‘We all drank a bit too much last night. You fell asleep on the sofa so my husband brought you to the guest room and I undressed you and put you in one of my husband's dress shirts. It is clean.’

‘Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'm not normally; ‘ she babbled.

‘Don't you worry about it,’ Gayle smiled warmly; motherly. ‘I also took the liberty of going by your place earlier and picking out some clothes for you along with your toiletries. I hope you don't mind.’

‘You went into my house?’ Andrea paled. She couldn't remember how many liquor bottles haphazardly decorated the place.

‘Yes. You need a maid. Anita and I will go over today and clean it up while you are at school.’

‘You don't need to do that,’ she squeaked.

‘Oh, it won't be a problem. I'm having Mr. Cobb's son change all the locks anyway. Yours are old and you never know who might have had a key before you moved in.’

‘Ah; ‘ Andrea was swept up by events. Her mind was a whirl. Why was Gayle doing this for her? Why had Alexander invited her over for dinner?

‘Drink up,’ Gayle urged her. ‘You can come by after school and get your new keys. That will give us an excuse to have a BBQ.’

‘You don't have to; ‘ she blathered on.

‘Of course we don't have to, Andrea. We want to. Consider us just being neighborly,’ Gayle comforted her. ‘I'll leave you to get dressed. The bathroom is down on the left. Breakfast is in twenty-five minutes if you feel like taking a shower. Good morning now,’ and she made to leave.

‘Thank you,’ Andrea managed weakly. Gayle shot her one more happy look then was gone.

Andrea took in her circumstances. She was in an old-fashioned, four-poster, queen-sized bed. At the foot, clothes had been laid out and there was her travel back as well. She checked herself. She was in a nice, pressed her white dress shirt half buttoned up. Her bra was gone, but she still had on her panties on. She shivered at the thought of Gayle striping her down while she was passed out. What must the lady think of her?

There was nothing she could do about it now, she decided. A shower felt like a good idea as it would help her pull her thoughts together. The water was hot and the soap was lavender. Andrea used her own shampoo. She dried off with fluffy, white terry cloth towels and hot-footed it back to her room, dressed and made it downstairs in time to gather around the table for the morning meal.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ she offered.

‘Not today,’ Alexander grinned. ‘Mikhail should have been here to help me, but he had a late night, so I kept it simple, bacon, cantaloupe, French toast and grits. I'm still not sure what a grit is, but Kamika swears by them.’

‘I think it is corn meal,’ Andrea offered.

‘It is filling,’ Mr./Deputy Samsonov spoke. He had a very deep, serene voice. She couldn't recall hearing it before. Once more she was caught up in the family atmosphere as Gustavo and Isabo got ready for school, Gayle went over the schedules of the various staff and her husband, who nodded. This time Andrea pitched in and helped Consuela wash the breakfast dishes. She even got to further brush up her Spanish skills.

‘Have a good day at school, you two,’ Gayle said to her son and guest. For the first time in over a year, Andrea didn't have to take a stiff shot of vodka to start off the school day. She still was apprehensive because she didn't believe the school dynamic had changed. There would still be the looks, the knowing gleams in their eyes, thinking about what they would be doing to her later. Instead of that gauntlet, Alexander met her when she pulled into her parking space and walked her to her class. They chatted about the day's assignment as if they were nothing more than student and teacher. It felt; hopeful.

Unfortunately, Alexander had forgotten one of his Mom's initial pieces of advice, stick close to your brothers. Walking to his home room he found Darius and seven other big Black characters waiting for him. A quick look over his shoulder revealed three more had been stalking him.

‘Alexander, right?’ Darius grinned. ‘I wish you were Vlad, but his time will come.’ He looked to his boys. ‘Get him.’

Darius had a football game and couldn't risk police action so he left the beat down to ten of his 'friends'. Was this public? Yeah, so? This was Darius' school, the Principle was clueless and the coach and Vice-Principle were in his corner. What he hadn't counted on was the fury of Alexander. He put his boys in a world of pain and because of that, his beating was far worse than Darius had originally intended. As he lay on the ground, bloody, curled up and groaning, his attackers spit on him then made their way to their classes. No one had stepped forward to help Alex.

Acceleration.

Brandy was still working through as many words as she could because she was afraid to tell me she hadn't decided a damn thing about the Vlad-Brandy-Darius triangle when we drove into the school parking lot. Mikhail was darkly amused while Taliyah was pissed with her friend. Sometime in the past sixteen hours, she had done a complete three-sixty on what was best for Brandy.

In my opinion, a long-running resentment of Darius had boiled to the surface. Darius had chosen Brandy, not her. Then, he had degraded her childhood friend, and the Cheer Squad, into property, cum dumpsters. Until the arrival of me and my brothers, voicing her discontent was worst then pointless. I was counterproductive to her precarious social status. Now; now she had options.

‘Trouble,’ Mikhail muttered to me. I had been distracted by Brandy's blubbering and excuses so I had missed the plethora of lookouts waiting for us. This was bad news. I had to get out so that Mikhail could exit the car too. Brandy was followed by Taliyah on the other side. I gave Alexander a quick call to warn him of the situation. It took him several rings to respond.

‘Brother,’ he mumbled. ‘Got my ass kicked outside of Ms. Blanchard's room. I think I'm; busted up.’ He sounded really bad.

‘We are on our way,’ I told him.

‘Be careful. Darius is out to finish us off,’ he warned me through clenched teeth.

I weighed my response. I decided to call Mom then 9-1-1. Mom gave me an odd directive, which made sense in retrospect.

So I began with, ‘Brandy, you and Taliyah need to distance yourself from us. Darius had jumped Alexander so we can expect the same treatment,’ and they knew it was a command. ‘Mikhail, let's go.’ By the reaction of our school mates, they either knew what was going on, or knew something unknown had gone wrong. It wasn't like the whole school was wired to hate us. They weren't. The important people did and that was all that mattered to most of them.

‘Vlad?’ Brandy gulped.

‘Vlad, I've got this,’ Taliyah said. ‘Brandy, let's take a long walk around the parking lot while the men take care of business.’

‘Vlad?’ Brandy repeated. ‘You don't have to do this. Go home.’

‘Alexander is inside. We can't leave him there and they know that. They are planning on it.’

‘Bye,’ she said in a small voice. Clearly she believed I was done for. Mikhail and I made a bee-line for Ms. Blanchard's room. Before we got inside, I had Mikhail surreptitiously give me his wallet. As we expected, Darius had put a wall of Black between us and our brother. We kept up our forward progress, took our beatings as we shoved our way through and kept our mouths shut. I imagine Darius was hoping for a grand melee where he could surround us and beat us up. Maybe he hoped we'd start whaling away.

He had no clue how cold and emotion-free the Samsonovs will could be. As violently inclined as Mikhail was, he loved us much, much more. Getting bogged down in a pointless brawl wouldn't do Alexander any good. We had to get to him before Darius' crowd came around for a second beating. When we got to him, Kaelyne and Victoria were kneeling beside him, dabbing his cuts with wet Kleenex.

‘How bad do I look?’ Alexander tried to laugh. His sides were in too much pain. From experience with brutal wounds, I suspected that he had cracked, or broken ribs. He certainly had collected numerous bruises and cuts.

‘Kaelyne -Vicky, you need to get out of here,’ I stated. ‘They will be coming for anyone who hangs out with us next. I can't protect you right now.’

‘I'm not afraid anymore,’ Kaelyne protested. I had already decided that Vicky was somewhat unhinged. Kaelyne should have known better.

‘You should be. They might very well rape you two. Darius is certain that he is bulletproof.’

I knelt beside my brother and deftly switched his wallet with Mikhail's.

That was our new tactic. Alexander had made inroads with Ms. Blanchard and Mom didn't want to toss her back to the wolves, so one of us had to stick close to her, had to pretend to be Alexander. I had to stay near Brandy so that left our youngest twin. Just as important, we were not to utter one threat, one promise of vengeance, or even an overt display that we had been deeply wounded.

To Mikhail and I, that meant justice was coming down the pipeline in a big way. Mom wasn't an 'eye for an eye' type of woman. You plucked out her eye, or the eye of someone she loved, she would cut off your damn head. Until that moment, Darius had been an obstacle to Mom's desires, just a player we had to remove to enact her greater plan. A healthy dose of humility was our goal.

She hadn't planned to destroy him. Alexander's beating changed that in her; and us, his triplet brothers. In a way, we Samsonovs had been operating under the delusion that there were still some rules both sides had to cleave to. Darius had clarified that for us. Paraphrasing an old movie, he had sent one of us to the hospital, so we were sending someone(s) to the morgue.

We weren't going to murder anyone. That was an extreme that Mikhail and I wouldn't go for. In a way, what Mom wanted was much worse; she wanted to make an object lesson out of our chief tormentor. In our current dilemma, all we could do was stick by our sides until our parents and EMT arrived. Mom and Dad made it first. Mom had waited in the parking lot for him because she didn't want to go into ‘kill the first jackass who threatened her’ mode, she was that mad.

Dad was an island of calm. A few of Darius' hardest characters tried to harass him to no avail. He knew how to move through a crowd without overtly manhandling them. When they tried, those few were confronted with his in depth expertise and indomitable strength. The disrespect they showed Mom was even worse. How she managed not to murder anyone was a mystery to me.

I should have known better. Every man who retarded their progress, or touched her, she took their picture as she gave them a cruel, heartless smile. The smart ones realized they had just pissed off a borderline psychotic. Most of them simply saw her as a bigoted old White chick.

Around Alexander's body, Dad made the student body give them space. He didn't ask Alexander what had happened. At the moment he wasn't my Father. He was Senior Deputy Sheriff Nikolay Samsonov and the site of his son's beating was a crime scene. My paternal parent wasn't without sympathy. He was a believer in law and order. Being our Father meant he had a conflict of interest when seeking justice for us, so he waited for the closest deputy to arrive.

The EMT arrived the same time our Principal did (no one had bothered to clue him on the incident earlier). He started to disperse the students. Dad stopped him. Some of these people were witnesses. Two other deputies arrived, neither one current enemies. Big Bob showed up as they rolled Alexander, now Mikhail, out. He had Dad escort mom to the hospital. The Sheriff would be by to take Mikhail's statement later.

We finally were dispersed to our 1st period, having missed homeroom. Mikhail and I detoured to Ms. Blanchard's class first. A few of the 'fellas' had stopped by to tell her about Alexander's demise. We came by to rectify any misconceptions. Nothing had changed. 'Alexander' would be showing up and escorting her home as planned.

‘But you are not Alexander,’ she whined. ‘He's been; because of me.’

‘That doesn't matter,’ Mikhail rumbled. ‘Alexander told them the shit stops here and that hasn't changed.’

‘They won't stop coming,’ she shook her head.

‘Leave that to us,’ I assured her.

‘Now there are only two of you,’ she reminded us.

Mikhail laughed.

‘You've got it wrong. Now there are three of us and Mom is far more vicious than Alexander could ever be.’

‘They put her oldest boy in the hospital,’ I added. ‘That was a mistake whose depth they can't even begin to comprehend. Trust us.’

‘Okay,’ she said in a fearful voice.

To be continued in part 7, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.