Ozark Race Wars: Part 7

Getting to our classes.

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Getting to our classes was eased by us being late. My teacher declared me 'tardy' despite my protestations that my brother had just been taken to the hospital. A few of my Black classmates snickered over that. 'Alexander' was given a 'pass' by his far more understanding teacher. That teacher was one of the 'haters', but Mikhail figured that hospitalizing one of us had gone way overboard in that man's eyes.

That wasn't the only sign that things had changed. Darius and his crowd were prepping for the next attack. The rest of the school; they sensed something terrible was on the horizon. Our lack of response was a warning sign all its own. We weren't cringing, blustering, or glowering. Vicky said we were the 'eye of the storm' and wanted in on whatever vengeance we had planned.

We told her we didn't have one. At lunch, Taliyah was torn up at first because she thought that Darius and Rashaan had Alexander beaten up over her. They'd even taunted her about it between classes, warning that worse was in store for her and Brandy at lunch. Those two women had gotten a measure of revenge by changing the location of the Cheer Squads 'lunch meeting'/gangbang, then forgotten to inform the football team of the change of venue.

Darius came looking shortly after the fact. The other eight members of the Cheer Squad looked perplexed. Had Brandy not humiliated him (by dissing his BBC), he might have not decided to assume the whole group was in on this policy of denial.

‘Brandy, get your ass over here,’ Darius seethed.

‘Taliyah, you had best correct yourself,’ Rashaan added. A few other players who pretended they were BF/GF with a cheerleader added to the commotion.

‘No,’ I stood up and confronted him. He was looking for something more. 'Alexander' took up a position on the far side of the cheerleaders. People were clearing out the space between the football team and us.

‘Brandy,’ Darius stressed his authority. She was wavering. Fortunately for us, Taliyah was not.

‘Back off you Mother-fucker,’ she screamed.

‘Taliyah?’ Rashaan mumbled.

‘You really want to be on their side?’ Darius' eyes narrowed.

‘I want to kick you and your fellow cowards' asses,’ she seethed. Darius shot Rashaan a mocking glance, shaming him. His 'woman' was getting mouthy.

‘Taliyah,’ Rashaan asserted himself. ‘You are asking for a world of trouble.’

‘What?’ she spat back. ‘How many bruthas are you going to bring when you try to shut me up; cause I know you aren't man enough to do it yourself.’

‘Bitch,’ he stepped forward. I tried to move to her, Darius interposed himself. Mikhail had three guys on his flank so any move he made would put him in a nest of trouble.

Rashaan grabbed her arm. My past twenty-four hours around that girl taught me that was a mistake. I didn't know if Rashaan was slower than Mikhail, or just caught off guard. Her slap resonated across the cafeteria. Before he could respond, she put a knee into his crotch, doubling him over. Multiply guys winced at the power of that nutting. Rashaan hissed like a punctured balloon and slowly slumped to the ground.

Darius decided that was the indicator for the final showdown and settling of accounts. Kaelyne kicking a chair into his path was unexpected by both of us. Darius was far quicker on his feet than Rashaan. He was able to jump back before he could get clipped. The mob was so dependent on Darius for leadership that they froze up when his charge was truncated. Kaelyne had saved a whole lot of people a whole lot of pain.

‘I'm done with you,’ Taliyah sneered. ‘If you had wanted to be a real man, you would have fought Mikhail one on one, not like a pack of chicken shit jocks.’ There was another hush and a 'no she didn't'.

‘Brandy, get the fuck over here,’ Darius glowered.

‘I'm; I'm with Taliyah,’ her voice wavered. ‘What you did was wrong. I thought you would be more of a man about this.’

‘You'll pay for that,’ he promised.

‘Shut up. You are done. Brandy is with me now,’ I challenged him. ‘I once offered you the opportunity to settle this like a man. You declined and now the whole school sees you for what you really are, a big, Black narcissist who doesn't care about anyone, but yourself.’

There was a third pause in the murmuring.

‘I don't think the football team knows what a narcissist is?’ Kaelyne said in a low voice. Brandy let out a hysterical giggle.

‘Samsonov!’ the coach bellowed from across the room.

‘Which one of us?’ 'Alexander' shot back.

‘Both of you,’ he growled.

‘No,’ we said in unison.

‘What?’ he blustered. We were screwed no matter what we did.

‘I need them to move some things in my class,’ Ms. Blanchard spoke up from behind him. Alexander, the real Alexander, would have been so proud.

‘Get some other boys,’ Coach spun on her. She began to wilt.

‘Coach Thomas,’ a voice behind Ms. Blanchard emoted softly, ‘you are getting on my last damn nerve.’

‘This ain't your school, Fonteneau,’ he turned on Mom.

‘My boy says you were one of the people that beat him up. I'm here to let the Principal know. On a personal level, I'm suing you and the school for what happened.’

‘I didn't do nothing,’ he groused.

‘Funny, the only one who claims to have witnessed my son's beating is my son,’ she purred like a Mamma Tiger stalking her prey. ‘I may be a Samsonov now, but I still have all that Fonteneau fortune to fight that court battle with. One more mishap for my other two boys, I'm going to have the best law firm in Little Rock crawl so far up your rectum that they know what you are going to eat before you bite into it.’

‘I'm not afraid of you,’ he puffed himself up.

‘Really? None of these cases will take place in Davis County, Tobias (the coach). The previous school principal assaulted me, I have three sworn complaints against the Kingston PD filed with the Arkansas State Police, and a lawsuit pending against this school and the school board. A change of jurisdiction is a given. I'll be dragging you down to Little Rock to settle this mess.’

‘You are lying,’ he gulped.

‘Test me,’ Mom sizzled. I still couldn't see her over the crowd, but I knew those steely eyes were boring thru his soul. He might not have been guilty of beating up Alexander yet he was guilty of so much more that he was already rotten to the core. Everyone knew he had given his tacit approval for the beating of a student theoretically under his care.

As an educator, he was sworn to better the lives of his charges, not use them for his own aggrandizement. No matter how entitled he felt he was, he knew the outside world wouldn't see it that way. Worse, he knew, deep down, he could have done so much better for his students. Sportsmanship, grades and fraternity were all his to dispense. Instead;

‘Darius,’ Coach Thomas called out. ‘You and I need to have a chat.’

Darius turned his back on me and walked over to the Coach. Undoubtedly they were going to have a planning session. Alexander's fall had turned out to be a mixed blessing. Now the Sheriff's department had their eye on the place. Big Bob himself was chatting with the Principal and was inviting the man over for dinner. Big Bob was getting involved. It would take a few weeks before it became 'race-based harassment.

‘Vlad,’ Brandy hugged my left arm tightly. ‘Prince, how bad is this going to be?’

That was unlooked for by multiple people. Two linemen retrieved Rashaan before the team made their departure.

‘Brandy, take care of the Cheer Squad. If the team gets their hands on them, there is going to be some serious suffering. I'll be okay,’ I smiled down at her.

Taliyah gave me a thumbs-up before joining with Brandy. Mikhail told me later that she gave him a wink. After all, she knew that it was Alexander in the hospital, not her 'man' yet she had played her outrage so well. I'd almost been convinced. I was sure she'd made an impression on Rashaan; and Darius. They rounded up the Cheer Squad and the arguments and accusations began. The majority of their squad-mates didn't mind being BBC cum-sluts. That Taliyah and Brandy had broken the spell was seemingly impossible for them to grasp.

As it turned out, with Taliyah giving Brandy some spine, Brandy was able to work her charismatic magic on the others to make them agree to a new program. Lunch 'workouts' were a thing of the past, as were after-scrimmage play times. From this point forward, the girls would be driving themselves to and from away-games, no more communal bus rides. To stress their point, Taliyah only had to point at Mikhail/Alexander's beating to show them how out of hand things had gotten.

Darius' opening offensive had backfired in more than one way. I was sure he only saw this rebellion as a temporary thing he could soon correct. After all, he had blackmail material, his dominant mystique and his super-impressive BBC that would bring any woman to heel. His only concern was how much hell to put Brandy through before he disposed of her in one colossal gang-bang then dumping her mind-broken slut body on Big Bob's stoop. It was the 'asshole' thing to do.

The rest of the day was still torturous. I developed several bruises and scrapes. Darius was still going with his full-court press to wear us down to the point we lashed out; suddenly there would be dozens of witnesses to our infraction. To add to our problems, Kaelyne also became a target of their aggression. I was as surprised as anyone when I learned she had been sent to the Vice Principal's office.

Some muttonhead had grabbed her tit in the hallway between classes. She stabbed him in the face with a metal mechanical pencil while screaming 'rape' at the top of her lungs. This was not the 'Bad Ole Days'. Big Bob was keeping his eyes on the place and Principal Jean-Georges wasn't that 'Fat Old Bastard'. The 'assailant' had six inches and a hundred pounds on Kaelyne so the idea that she randomly attacked him was ludicrous.

From what I heard, Big Bob was in a downright arctic mood too. Only later did Mom tell me she'd shown him the video of that first night at the lake; bukkake Brandy, Clarence getting some, and the general degradation handed out. Big Bob turned out to be Nothing like my Dad. Mom had to hold him back from going all 'redneck' on Darius and his crew. What did she offer?

Revenge; at the hands of the Samsonov's. Dad could never find out. Big Bob was okay with that, bending the law to the point of breaking, covering up a crime and inventing evidence as needed to make sure that the crime would go unsolved, all those evils were absolved by the wickedness visited upon his daughter. Even then Mom had to promise an epic ass-whooping to keep him in line. 'How soon?' he had asked. Mom asked him if 'Alexander', Taliyah, Brandy and I could spend the night at his place Friday night after the game.

‘No problem,’ he grinned savagely.

That afternoon we had to set some of Ms. Blanchard's students straight about how the wrong Samsonov had been beaten up and how Ms. Blanchard had a permanent escort to and from school for the foreseeable future. I had to admit, beating the crap out of the five of them felt good. Mikhail was positively euphoric. Big Bob had a reliable deputy hanging around the football team after school so that the Cheer Squad could go and come unmolested.

Friday was more of the same, running the gauntlet between classes, dealing with collateral damage, Kaelyne was beaten up by some Black girls in the restroom, Vicky got more of the same when she tried to rescue her, and general crap at lunch. After lunch we were expecting a last, major push, some effort to remove us from the picture before the football game, leaving Brandy and Taliyah vulnerable far from home.

It didn't work out that way. As lunch ended, the Brothers Samsonov, Kaelyne, (Vicky simply cut class) and the cheerleaders were all requested in the Principal's office. From there we were handed off to my Mom's tender loving care. See, she'd rented two luxurious vans for the team to be taken to the game, but we had to leave early to pick them up. Darius had fucked with the wrong Samsonov alright. Mom was a freaking psychic, or a satanic prophet.

The game was the standard beat down. We won 30-14. Dad, currently off-duty, helped Mom shepherd the now horny cheerleaders off the field after the final play. I caught Darius glaring hate my way. He was counting on our inevitable defeat. What happened instead was indeed inevitable. Rattlesnakes that bit Mom, died. Killer whales turned away out of common courtesy shown to apex predators. Ten minutes alone in a room with my Mom had hardcore 'Lifers' calling their Mommas begging forgiveness; and I was assured that Theo was even scarier.

After the game, we drove all the cheerleaders home, deposited the vans at our house, then Brandy, Taliyah, Mikhail and us went over to Big Bob's house. The girls grew sleepy, so Taliyah called her mother and told her she was spending the night at Brandy's. She didn't mention us being there. It was okay. The girls and Big Bob nodded off soon enough. Ground up sleeping pills in their drinks will do that.

At nine o'clock, I woke up Big Bob from his recliner and suggested he go to bed. After he left, I erased the pre-recorded TiVo he'd unwittingly been watching, changed the clocks back to the real time, midnight, and then joined Mikhail on floor of Brandy's bedroom.

‘Did you cut Big Bob's phone back on?’ he asked. With the scope of the disaster we had enacted, he was bound to be called in.

‘Yeah. Alibi established,’ I yawned.

My post-combat adrenaline rush was still keeping me awake. Twenty-three minutes later, Big Bob knocked on the door before coming in.

‘Daddy?’ Brandy rose up on her elbow and rubbed her eyes.

‘Just checking up on you,’ he scanned the room. ‘Taliyah, boys; ‘

‘Is there a problem?’ Brandy pouted.

‘It seems there was a big fight at school and some boys got really hurt,’ he shot Mikhail and me a curious look.

‘Sorry we missed it,’ Mikhail snorted.

‘Vladimir, step outside and talk to me a second,’ Big Bob motioned. I complied. It seemed prudent at the time. Once in the hall, he shut the door.

‘This didn't have anything to do with you, or your brother, did it?’

‘What happened when?’ I tilted my head. Big Bob chuckled.

‘Roughly nine o'clock tonight,’ he grinned.

‘As I recall, I went downstairs for a soda around nine, saw you asleep in your chair and suggested you go to bed,’ I kept a straight face.

‘I would have helped,’ he whispered.

‘With what, Sir?’ I wondered. He looked at me steadily. Dad would have known something was up, seeking the truth was in his genetics. Big Bob; was as a diligent public servant who wove the delicate balance between law and order versus what was best for the public welfare. He just nodded, gave another chuckle then left.

Over breakfast the next morning, Big Bob gave us the 411 on what had happened. Between nine o'clock and nine-ten last night, Darius and six other football players had been drinking in the parking lot after the bus ride back to school when two (maybe three) armed and armored assailants ambushed them. The attackers had been wielding big sticks/staves and proceeded to beat the seven students into unconsciousness.

Darius had gotten the worst of it. Both of his knees were shattered. He was already being transferred from Davis Memorial Hospital to the one attached to the University of Arkansas Sports Medicine program. Even with that, the doctor at the hospital worried that the young athlete would ever walk again, much less run. Any hope of a career in football was gone. Even if he made a full recovery, it would take years. By that time; a college scholarship followed by some time in the NFL was a distant, impossible dream.

My brother and I were immediate suspects except we had three witnesses to say we were otherwise occupied. The key one was Sheriff Big Bob Carson's himself. He recalled the time as well as what was on TV when I woke him up.

Who else could it have been? Darius and the rest of Davis High's football team had spent all last season and the start of this season building up a huge roster of teams who hated their guts. Enough to hurt them? Darius' buddies had sidelined a fair number of student-athletes in their time. It could be drug related too. Darius' big brother was a known local drug figure.

A peculiar aspect of the crime was that the security cameras around the crime scene had been knocked out with an air rifle while we were all at the game out of town, I had no idea that Kaelyne was that good a shot. There was no video evidence of the crime and, unless you believed in a massive conspiracy, it pretty much cleared the Samsonov's (Dad had been with us at the game and 'Mikhail' had been in the hospital; where people unknown/Darius had put him).

Mom's alibi didn't start until she was seen by my Dad around 9:45 that night. She'd gone to visit 'Mikhail' at the hospital (he would be coming home this morning) then gone for a walk on the property. The Kingston PD had launched a raid on the house despite the crime not happening in their jurisdiction. They did illegally cross into county land, yet didn't find any incriminating evidence. Phineas Cobb the third had taken care of that for her.

A five person (me, Mikhail, Mom, Kaelyne and Mr. Cobb) conspiracy had given Darius far more retribution than he could have possibly considered. Mom had insisted that we destroy his legs, thus ending his most potent weapon in the BBC arsenal, his status as a sports star. His dominant shadow would no longer cast itself on the halls of our school.

Had he not put Alexander in the hospital;

But he did. Threatening my brother's life had cost him his future. The most insidious part of Mom's plan was that whatever the Black community of Kingston thought, they would never be sure it was the Samsonov's behind it. We had never verbally threatened anybody over what happened to 'Mikhail/Alexander'.

To believe we did it was to accept we had some sort of serious grievance. We did. Everyone knew we did yet they had denied the crime when it happened and were now trapped in that denial. In the investigation of the beating, the name 'Darius' had never come up. In fact, 'Mikhail/Alexander' hadn't named anyone, not even the coach. Mom had bluffed about that.

Publically, if we had any issues to work out, it would have been with the coach and he was just fine, not a scratch on him.

None of that stopped the Kingston PD from stepping up the pressure on the Samsonovs. It didn't stop the Mayor from calling in the State Police to take over the investigation. We weren't sure on what grounds it was being requested. After all, her talk with me about Darius had happened under circumstances she definitely didn't want to make public. Dad wasn't part of either investigation. Big Bob being our alibi didn't automatically exclude him.

The outside investigators came by Bob's on Sunday to talk with him about it and he'd agreed on a concurrent investigation. The biggest question for the men (women actually) from Little Rock was why did anyone think it was 'Alexander' and I. What was our motive? Brandy had dumped Darius to be with me, so why would I want to punish him over that fact? Brandy hadn't been publically, or privately, threatened by him.

'Alexander' and I? We Samsonov boys were good kids, making good grades with no recorded history of violence of any kind, neither in Arkansas, or Alaska. I hadn't liked Darius, but that hardly made me, or 'Alexander', unique. Most of the White student body hated his guts, after the fact. The showdown last Thursday? The only one who committed violence was the mayor's daughter on her former boyfriend; who wasn't among those hospitalized.

Rashaan had been saved punishment because his teammates so shamed on the bus ride back to Davis High. he'd left early. Had he been wise, he would have thanked Taliyah for that accident of fate. On the plus side for that cocksucker, he was now the head of the football team as well as its star player.

The two showdowns in Ms. Blanchard's class? Those students would have to explain why it had happened, thus what they had been up to over the past few years. That was sexual assault, rape and blackmail and taking that wrap to avenge Darius wasn't in them. The beating up of the kids around Shaquille? Precisely what had those seven been up to jumping our basketball teammate anyway?

The carnage on the basketball court? That would imply one of the player confessing to stomping on Kaja. Both the team and the Assistant Coach were opposed to that exposure. No, it was the very erosion of trust that infected the BBC culture. Darius had gone from the Crown Prince to a 'what might have been' overnight. His former cronies felt zero loyalty to him anymore. Darius Pope had lost his luster. He was yesterday's news in the high school halls.

At this point in the inquiry had the Kingston elders admitted to the outsiders Darius was a scumbag, abusing women and men for his own selfish ends, a blackmailer and bully, the investigation might have gained traction. But they didn't. He was their flawless native son, utterly without fault. That led the investigation away from us. It turned out that other teams Did have a motive for hurting the football team in general, not just Darius. The coach had to admit to that, there was video evidence of his team's barbaric behavior.

The whole team were bastards on the field, half a dozen opposing coaches claimed as much and were vocally happy that such misfortune had befallen the evildoers of Davis High, karmic payback for their unsportsmanlike behavior. Did they know who the two (or three) 'agents of karma' had been? No idea. By that time, we had other worries. When the weekend was over it would be time to return to school, for all five of us.

{Not like any other Monday}

Monday, school life was adrift in the chaos left by Darius' abrupt departure. There was no clear successor, yet there were several contenders eager for the spot. None of them were White, but considering the school's racial makeup, it wasn't too surprising. There was also a sullen resentment against us, tempered by fear. It didn't take a first place winner at a school science fair for the students to figure out what had really happened.

Darius had put Alexander/Mikhail in the hospital and now he and six of his closest confederates were in various states of serious disrepair. Everyone knew that Darius wasn't going to be carrying any footballs this season, or maybe ever again. He had crossed the unspoken line between harassment and serious damage. Sure, the Black student body had participated in those punches, pokes and slurs.

Punishing 'Mikhail' had initially appeared to be justified; I had purloined Brandy and had gotten what I deserved for daring to dare. It had never occurred to anyone the meaner dogs in the fight weren't Darius Pope and his boys. Clearly, Darius had raised the level of 'acceptable' violence and they had blindly accepted his choice.

Monday morning, Darius was no longer among them and the whole school society was experiencing 'continental drift'. Even teachers were uncertain what to make of us. Only Ms. Blanchard looked openly relieved that today was no longer more of the same. We found that out right before we had another school communion under the tutelage of Principal Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges.

It was another exposition of what was wrong with this world and how he could fix it. The African-American Male Stereotype (aka the Football Team) had begotten violence from the entrenched White Establishment (even though there were no suspects, white or black, charged in the incident) in a never-ending cycle of brutality and suffering. The world would soon see the advent of the Brown Man ending the tyranny of White European cultural imperialism; not thru conflict, but thru the colored people's inherent spiritual superiority. Huh?

‘I think we po' White folk done been insulted,’ Vicky whispered to our small group. She had spunk. She was also Kaelyne's best friend, which would be of more importance later today.

‘Why doesn't he rail against patriarchal tyranny?’ Kaelyne added.

‘Because he's a man?’ I offered.

‘Exactly,’ she hissed.

‘If there is so much White tyranny going on,’ Alexander coughed, ‘why am I in so much pain?’

‘Because you don't know how to dodge, you knucklehead,’ Mikhail smirked. Dr. Pierre let his imperious gaze fall upon us, so we quieted. The rest was more of the same. We were idiots for solving problems with our fists and cocks; blah, blah, blah. What were we supposed to be? Men with pussies? The Student Body was left largely in the dark about our fates, though it did take him an hour to lead us there.

Shaquille was at our lunch table once more, as was his girlfriend, Monique, and our teammate Kaja. That was comforting in more ways than one. Whatever had happened, they weren't ashamed, or afraid, to be seen with us. They didn't ask, so we didn't have to lie. We talked about upcoming tests, basketball practice and perhaps doing something this weekend. It was almost as if we were living in the 'new' normal.

A few cheerleaders slipped away from Brandy and Taliyah that day. It wasn't like the BBC had lost its magic. Addicts remained addicts, that cock was too good to pass up and once a girl had the taste; they couldn't turn it down when offered. Mom's answer was a fuck-fest; which was an idea we three boys balked at. That was when Mom had her first glimpse that Mikhail had a problem of the heart.

Only after she had pulled me aside for a chat/interrogation did she realize her own stupid mistake. Yes, Mom confessed to making an error in judgement. She'd realized that Taliyah was wild-spirited while not taking into consideration was exactly the type of woman my brother needed. That is what she said, 'needed'. That was so scary that I contemplated going behind Mom's back to warn Mikhail, almost.

I had been a good boy Friday night and criminal goings on had kept us apart Saturday and Sunday, so by Monday, Brandy was about to bust a gut. Taliyah had her own bonfire burning behind her eyes, even while she exhibited more self-control. Kaelyne and Vicky staying after school, trying to weasel in a ride, was a bit unlooked for.

‘I thought we could hang out together,’ Kaelyne beamed. Vicky was not-so secretly amused. I repeat; she and Kaelyne were best friends.

‘No!’ snapped Brandy. Everyone was looking at her. ‘I mean, we really need to do some studying. Really bad; ‘

‘I can help,’ Kaelyne refused to be dissuaded.

‘Not with this, you can't,’ I muttered to myself. But I couldn't come up with a viable excuse to deny her, considering her rallying to our cause last week. ‘Sure,’ I said in a louder voice. Brandy shot me a desperate visual appeal.

‘Taliyah, are you and Brandy still planning to spend the night to help us with that project?’ Mikhail intervened.

‘Well; maybe,’ Taliyah smirked. ‘Brandy?’

‘Hell yes,’ she glared at Kaelyne.

‘Then we are all agreed,’ Kaelyne grinned. Off we went, packed in like sardines. Alexander had gone home with Ms. Blanchard. That still left us with Brandy, Taliyah, Kaja, Mikhail, Kaelyne, Vicky and me in a four person Shelby Mustang.

I dropped Kaja off first, as always. The trip home was more suspenseful than eventful. Victoria was unashamedly upbeat while Kaelyne was terribly high-strung. How she could miss the romantic situation between Brandy and I was a mystery. Only after homework, when we were getting ready for our workout and Mom got home, did any of it make sense. Instead of appearing as the majesty she normally projected to outsiders, she sneaked up on us all. She really was the Wicked Witch of the Ozarks! She must have been standing there for five minutes before she made her presence known by noisily clearing her throat.

‘Brandy,’ Mom stated with authority.

‘Yes Ma'am,’ she meekly responded.

‘It is good to see you today. You too, Ms. Malik. Kaelyne and Victoria, it is nice to see you coming over as well. I hope my sons are making you feel welcome.’

‘Hello,’ Victoria and Kaelyne chorused. Taliyah settled for a wave.

‘Kaelyne,’ Mom nodded, ‘why don't you come with me and get some drink for the company?’

‘Me?’

‘Unless you know of another girl in the county named Kaelyne?’ Mom mused.

Brandy was relieved she wasn't the one being led away. She was still jittery.

‘She doesn't look all that scary,’ Vicky said in a low voice.

‘Wait until she threatens you with physical violence,’ Taliyah snorted.

‘My Mom says she's psychotic. She cracked up years ago, along with her twin brother, Thomas, and they had to leave town,’ Victoria informed us.

‘It is Theo,’ Alexander corrected her. ‘Her brother is called Theo, and from what I've been told, it was Kingston that drove her out.’

‘What happened?’ she pressed.

‘Their Uncle Theo put my Uncle Leon into a coma he hasn't woken up from,’ Taliyah grumbled. ‘This whole family is nuts.’

‘You will pay for that,’ Mikhail leered.

‘Hardly,’ she leered right back.

‘Am I missing something?’ Vicky looked to Alexander.

‘He's always picks on her and she always slaps him,’ Alexander shrugged. ‘Make of that what you will.’

‘Don't you have some place you need to be, geek?’ Taliyah menaced Victoria.

‘No. Homework is done and I don't normally eat dinner until eight,’ she answered blithely.

‘Alexander, why don't you drive Vicky and Kaelyne home?’ Brandy asked.

‘Because he's convalescing,’ Mikhail chortled.

{Meanwhile, in the kitchen}

‘So,’ Mom said, ‘how long have you known you are a lesbian?’

‘Wha, what?’ Kaelyne stammered. ‘I'm not; ‘

‘Me and my family don't mind, Kaelyne,’ Mom smiled. ‘We aren't going to 'out' you, or going to stop liking you. I asked a simple question and expect an honest answer. Homosexuality is fine; lying is a deadly sin.’

‘Umm; ah; a while.’

‘See, that wasn't so hard. You like Taliyah, don't you?’

‘I; uh; what makes; I; ‘

‘Kaelyne, I trust you implicitly and would never steer you wrong. If you want to get close to Taliyah, all you need to do is ask Vlad. He likes you and considers you a friend,’ Mom explained. ‘He's not going to hold asking him against you.’

‘What about Mikhail? Aren't they; ‘

‘Since you don't seem to have figured it out yet, let me tell you, Mikhail is difficult and not terribly helpful in matters of the heart,’ Gayle chucked. ‘Vlad is the reasonable one, Taliyah likes him and he can use Brandy as a buffer.’

‘What about what Taliyah wants?’ Kaelyne protested.

‘Do you care?’

‘Yes; yes, I want her to be happy.’

‘Good for you. I'm glad you've befriended my boys. That's a very brave thing to do and I appreciate it.’

‘You are welcome.’

‘So, ask him,’ Mom finished getting out enough bottled water for the group of us.

‘I don't want to put Vlad in a bind,’ Kaelyne protested.

‘Listen Kaelyne, losers moan about what they should have done. Winners risk and, win or lose, don't regret trying,’ Mom lectured. ‘Do you want to graduate and leave this burgh wondering what might have been?’

‘I; what happens if; it could be a disaster,’ Kaelyne mumbled.

‘You may not have a better chance than right now. Pull Vlad aside and open up to him. I guarantee things won't be any worse.’

‘Okay. I'll think about it,’ Kaelyne moped.

‘Fair enough,’ Mom shrugged. ‘With all this estrogen in the air, I feel like getting naked.’

‘What?’ Kaelyne gasped. Yep, Dad was in for a busy night. They came back in silence.

{Outside once more}

The rest of the workout went as planned. We finished with a wrestling bout between Mikhail and me. Taliyah and Brandy cheered me on so Vicky decided to speak up for my younger brother. I won two out of three falls after some serious effort only to have Alexander critique our efforts after the fact. Mom had come and gone. Kaelyne was pensive.

‘Shower time,’ Mikhail groaned.

‘Finally,’ Brandy sounded exasperated.

‘Vlad, can I talk to you for a moment?’ Kaelyne mumbled. Brandy stomped her foot in frustration when I complied.

‘Yes?’ I said after I'd pulled her aside.

‘You and Brandy are; ‘

‘What? Having sex?’ I suggested.

‘In love,’ she looked down at her feet.

‘Why would you want to know?’

‘No reason,’ she lied.

‘We are into one another, not making wedding plans,’ I patted Kaelyne on the shoulder. ‘It is sex. I'd like to think it is good sex. Is there a problem? Is his about us, you and me?’ She shook her head. ‘I really like you,’ I continued, ‘I don't want to think I've been leading you along.’

‘That's not it,’ she whispered.

‘What is it then?’

‘I like Taliyah,’ she blurted out. The fear of humiliation in her eyes was palatable to me.

‘Like as in you would like to spend time with her, like?’ I asked. She remained staring at me, terribly hopeless. ‘Oh; you really like her. Oh, okay. Do you want to me to ask her how she feels about you?’

‘I; I don't know,’ she wailed. ‘The school isn't exactly 'gay-friendly'.’

‘Do you believe that I'm your friend?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then don't worry. I've got this covered,’ I assured her. Kaelyne took a deep breath, slowly let it out then hugged me. I could feel Brandy's lust-fueled anger being sent Kaelyne's way. I gave my buddy a comforting pat on the back.

‘Brandy, can I talk to you a moment?’ I said as I walked over to her. She was very uncertain and confused, so I kissed her. She burned me up with her full-body press in response.

‘What is it?’ she worried.

‘You make me so happy. I don't think I tell you that enough.’

I could feel Brandy's body relaxing against mine.

‘Are you worried about me and Kaelyne?’ I prodded.

‘No,’ she fibbed. The whole turmoil with Darius was a fresh, raw wound on her psyche.

‘Good, because she's not interested in me at all. We are only friends, more like buddies,’ I confided in my girl.

‘Ah; okay,’ she hugged me. ‘Is she interested in Alexander?’ Brandy probably didn't want Taliyah to have any problems with Mikhail.

‘No, it is nothing like that. There is a little issue though.’

‘Yes?’ she leaned up and looked deep into my eyes.

‘She is interested in Taliyah,’ I kissed her on the nose. Brandy blinked.

‘As in 'girl-girl' interested in her?’ she pondered. ‘Vlad, Prince, I don't think she's like that; unless you want me to ask her to be,’ she conceded. I spanked her ass in retaliation.

‘I'm not like that, Brandy. I'm not playing mind games with you. I want you to be happy. I think that you are a wonderful woman and Kaelyne is a wonderful friend. That is the end of that implication. I would like you to talk with her. Be open and honest, with her and yourself.’

‘So you don't want me to trick Taliyah into sleeping with her?’ she was back to being confused.

‘That shouldn't be necessary,’ I kissed her again. ‘I like you. I like Kaelyne. Kaelyne likes you and I want the four of us work it out so that no one ends up with a broken heart. I trust you to do what you think is best for you and to also know I'll back you in whatever you choose.’

‘Okay,’ she smiled back. ‘I'll talk with her.’

‘I'll go take a shower then we can go up to the cabin. We'll take motorcycles this time. It is faster,’ I teased her.

‘I'd rather take a shower with you,’ she wiggled her hips against me then, ‘Does your mother want to see me now?’

‘Not anymore, Brandy. You and Darius are done so she's done with whatever she put you through to be with me. Now the only Samsonov you have to worry about pleasing is me.’

‘I like pleasing you,’ her look became sultry and alluring.

‘Which is why I'm going to take a quick shower and be right back down,’ I patted her ass as I broke our mutual grapple.

Mikhail and Taliyah hadn't been all lovey-dovey, so he had a big head start. I left Vicky and Taliyah in an awkward staring match while Brandy contemplated a fear-stricken Kaelyn. I reminded myself that Brandy could be compassionate when she wanted to; and if she hurt Kaelyne, I'd take it out on her ass. That wasn't much of a punishment, but it made me happy to think about.

Kaelyne.

Kaelyne was curled up on the sofa of the living room being comforted by Vicky when Mikhail and I came bounding down the stairs.

‘Oh fuck,’ I muttered. I started heading their way. Mikhail looked from me to the passageway which led out back to where we had left 'our' girls, Mom an Alexander.

‘Mikhail and Vlad, your Mother wants to talk to you both,’ Vicky frowned. Her best friend's pain was a spiritual stab to her heart as well.

Mikhail followed orders. I deviated long enough to slip over to Kaelyne and kiss the top of her head. When I arrived, the first round of the confrontation was already going on.

‘Mikhail, I want you to take Kaelyne and Vicky home,’ Mom declared.

‘They are Vlad's friends, not mine,’ he gallantly protested.

‘Mikhail, your courage is worthy of your Father. If you want to wake up tomorrow morning with a lick of hair on your body, you will do as I say,’ Mom stared him down. Taliyah snickered. The rest of us knew Mom was dead serious.

‘Fuck you! he snarled before storming into the house.

‘I'll go with him,’ Taliyah tried to follow.

‘You; stay,’ Mom snarled. I had visions of me digging a Taliyah-sized hole somewhere deep inside our back-property.

Thank God Taliyah felt the same way. She sullenly retreated to her spot beside Brandy. Brandy looked suitably terrified; having experience the tip of Mom's evil iceberg. I decided Brandy needed me more than I needed to placate Mom. I settled in at Brandy's side and hugged her to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist.

‘Let me make something crystal clear. If Kaelyne sheds one more tear, I will take it out on both your asses,’ Mom glared at the two girls. ‘Telling her you weren't interested would have done it. You didn't need to mock her, Taliyah. Kaelyne's pain isn't what is at issue here; me loving Kaelyne as if she was my own daughter is. You've crossed me. A rare few do it twice. No one alive has tried to do it three times.’

‘Are you telling me you expect me to sleep with that little faggot?’ Taliyah snapped. That was moronic. Before I could warn Taliyah how foolish it was, Mom was on her. There are a multitude of spots on the body which can cause you intense pain if someone hits them correctly. Mom knew them all. Taliyah fell down to the ground, screaming in pain.

I added to the idiocy by trying to get between Taliyah and Mom. I went airborne, took most of the fall's momentum and turned it into a roll and came up in a fighting stance. Mom wasn't even looking my way.

‘Are you going to do something equally stupid?’ she glared at Brandy. Brandy wilted. Mom bent down and returned Taliyah to a 'pain-free' status.

‘Mother-fucker,’ Taliyah whimpered. My parental unit stood up and back off by two steps.

‘Brandy, I am proud of you,’ she told my girlfriend. Huh?

‘Oh?’ Brandy pursed her lips.

‘You've made Vlad do something incredibly stupid,’ she explained to the quivering blonde. ‘His actions went way beyond hormones. He likes you enough to defy me. You do see how that turned out though. Right?’

Brandy nodded vigorously. Taliyah struggled to her feet.

‘Now that we have that out of the way, here is the new game plan,’ Mom put her hands on her hips imperiously.

‘Bitch,’ Taliyah ground out; then stumbled away to escape the expected attack.

‘Taliyah, do you understand why I sent Mikhail away?’ Mom pierced the girl with her eyes.

‘Cause he would have kicked your crazy ass?’ Taliyah replied.

‘No. He would have tried to kick my crazy ass and failed; just like Vladimir did. My boys are unerringly loyal and courageous. Unlike my kind-hearted and thoughtful Vlad, Mikhail is utterly fearless, vicious and pig-headed. I would have had to really hurt him to stop him from stopping me from hurting you. Think about that before you utter one more imbecilic word.’

‘He really likes me?’ Taliyah murmured.

‘Good girl. Now before we all have to suffer through your next bout of stupidity, remember Mikhail is not here. Vlad will try because he's a decent sort and you are Brandy's BFF. I'll still crush him to get at you. Do we understand one another?’

‘You are still crazy,’ Taliyah muttered.

‘I think that is the group consensus. Alexander and Vladimir, go sit on the front porch a bit,’ Mom stated her demand in a courteous tone. I screwed up my resolve. Brandy body language was pleading with me to stay.

‘Prince?’ she whispered.

‘Don't sweat it, ladies,’ Alexander took me by the elbow. ‘Mom has no compunction about hurting you with me and Vlad around, so her sending us away has to do with the twisted way her mind works, not pain. Besides Brandy, what do you think my idiot middle brother would do if you cried out?’

‘Um; help?’

‘Not right off the bat,’ Alexander gave her a half-smile. ‘First he'd run to the armory and get a stave. He's smarter than Mikhail that way. Come on, Bro.’ I let him drag me away. Once inside;

‘You do realize we are all eighteen now, Alex. We can do what we want. Dad isn't going to let her throw us out,’ I reminded my oldest brother (by less than a minute).

‘Wrong head, Brother,’ Alex chortled. ‘Which one of you has the best chance of helping Kaelyne and Taliyah get along; you, or Mom?’

We walked in silence to the front porch.

‘Duh; Thanks Alexander. I totally zoned on that.’

‘So what's with the 'Prince'?’

‘Ah, it turns out Brandy can be rather clever when her tonsils aren't floating in semen,’ I explained. We sat down on a swing and chatted.

Meanwhile, on the back porch.

‘I don't like either one of you,’ Gayle simmered. ‘I Know my boys could do better and I hope when they go to college, they will get over whatever feelings they think they have for you two; ‘ she held up her hand. ‘Hold your tongue, Taliyah, before I rip it out of your fucking skull!’

‘Bitch, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you,’ Taliyah snapped; then jumped back.

‘Moron, if you had a gun, I'd take it from you, shoot you with it and place the blame on Brandy,’ Mom volleyed back.

‘Please Taliyah; Mrs. Samsonov,’ Brandy attempted to intervene. Gayle hid her smile well. Brandy Crystal Carson still had a long way to go to prove she was 'worthy' of Vlad's time; and maybe, in a century, she'd make it far enough to satisfy Gayle's requirements. Still, baby steps were what you expected of an emotional infant.

‘Brandy, you've come a good ways from the cum-covered slut who looked like her cunt and ass had been fisted that first Monday morning. Don't think you've progressed nearly far enough to be a Samsonov yet though,’ Gayle smirked.

‘What?’ Brandy.

‘Vlad tells you everything?’ Taliyah.

‘No. Even when my Son despised Brandy, he was never intentionally that petty,’ Gayle snorted. ‘Darius videoed all those sessions, or didn't you two know that?’

‘No,’ Taliyah seethed.

‘Not the locker room sessions,’ Brandy's bronzed-skin drained of blood.

‘I imagine you are also ignorant of Darius' Rashaan encouragement technique?’

‘Don't be making shit up,’ Taliyah's eyes narrowed. ‘Besides, I've dumped him.’

‘Okay,’ Gayle 'accepted'.

‘What was it?’ Brandy had less control (and was far hornier, thus less careful in her choice of words).

‘Taliyah?’ Gayle looked to the Mocha vixen.

‘I don't care,’ she lied.

‘Every overthrown, or under-thrown pass meant one of the team went ass-to-mouth with you then; ‘

‘I didn't do anal with anyone on the team,’ Taliyah shook her head negatively, thinking she'd caught Gayle in a lie.

‘With other girls' asses, then they'd stick that cock in your mouth for a blowjob. That done, they made Rashaan French kiss you; getting a tasteful of their semen and some other girl's ass; ‘ Gayle let the revelation play out in the girls' minds.

‘You are a vicious, lying bitch!’ Taliyah spat. She had believed it was Rashaan attempting to be romantic; the nut-less Wonder. Worse, she should have known better.

‘Oh, you believe I'm lying because you know Darius and Rashaan would never treat you the way they treated Brandy?’ Gayle sunk in the barb.

‘Bastards; ‘ she hissed. Brandy put her arm around Taliyah's upper body. For Brandy, Taliyah was her best friend first. What had happened between them and Darius could hopefully start to fade.

‘Now that we have the ugly reality out in the open, let's look over your possibilities, girls,’ Gayle continued.

‘Fuck you,’ Taliyah snarled. ‘This doesn't change anything. You are still a vicious, racist, bitter bitch!’ Gayle's relaxed pose showed how little she cared for the teenager's assessment of her.

‘Mrs. Samsonov, please give us a moment,’ Brandy moped. A tear made a trail down her left cheek. Brandy turned and pulled her taller BFF into a hug.

Gayle would have been more surprised by Brandy's act of courage had she not had more faith in the positive effect an honest, caring Man could have on a Woman's life;

~ Your Defiant Princess on your arm and your Wanton Slut in the bedroom ~

Gayle gave the girls three minutes, which was enough time for Taliyah's emotions to cycle back to a deep, banked hatred, just like her own.

‘Girls, you have three options over the next 9 months.

You can go back to being the 'Winner's Cup' for whomever comes out on top of the school's student power structure. Do take into account the uselessness of the new Principle, the previously shown attitudes of the Vice Principle and Coach, and everyone's preconceived notion of your worth. You have become cum dumpsters and no one else at school is going to support you striving for any other distinction.’

‘Option two; you quit the Cheer Squad, hunker down, avoid being cornered by some cock-happy bastards seeking to 'tame' you, and keep your eyes on being admitted to a college somewhere far from here.’

‘Option three; you stick with my boys, which entails doing what I say. I will now entertain questions from you, but be aware I will never feel obliged to answer them,’ she finished.

‘Or we keep your sons for ourselves,’ Taliyah fought back. ‘They are 18.’

‘There are a half-dozen relatives back in Alaska who will gladly take care of Alexander, Mikhail and Vlad,’ Gayle shook her head mirthfully. ‘The boys might try to defy me, but they will not defy their Father. When I let him know it was you who had Alexander beaten up; they are on the next bus, plane, or train heading west. Test me if you like.’

‘Bitch; ‘

‘You have one more 'bitch' today Taliyah, then I make you pay,’ Gayle threatened.

‘Replacing Darius' clique with your boys is hardly a step up,’ Taliyah looked for another angle.

‘What if they don't want to be with us anymore?’ Brandy added.

Gayle lowered her head and rubbed her brow with her first and fore-finger.

‘Look in a damn mirror some time. Better yet, look into Vlad's eyes when he's around you, you Bimbo,’ Gayle's tone derided her. ‘Taliyah; Brandy, what do you think would happen if Mikhail smacked your ass?’

Blink; ‘Wrestling, I hope,’ she gave a shy smile. Her 'Man' Vlad could beat his younger triplet in wrestling. If it was a Sambo match; he'd still fight for her.

‘Taliyah, if Vlad touched your ass and you slapped the shit out of him, what would Mikhail do?’

‘Laugh at him.’

‘Precisely! Brandy; Vlad knows you want someone to protect you. And Taliyah, you've let Mikhail know you expect to defend yourself without his interference. Their actions aren't dictated by some macho impulse; they are doing what You want them to do. It is called 'respect' and my boys respect you two. If you can find another man in school who can do better by you, go for it.’

‘I don't want no 'Mama's Boy',’ Taliyah remained relentless. That was fine, Gayle liked steel.

‘Taliyah,’ Gayle's voice grew a theatric chill, ‘do you want Mikhail to choose between avenging Alexander and fucking you?’

Taliyah bit back a retort.

‘The whole school, minus five students, left Alexander broken on the hallway floor while they went about their daily business,’ Gayle ploughed ahead.

‘We had no part of that,’ Taliyah protested. ‘We were with them.’

‘Rationalizing is Vlad's thing, not Mikhail's, Taliyah. Mikhail likes things simple. Do you really think Mikhail is going to 'get over that'? Answer me, damn you!’

‘No,’ Taliyah mumbled.

‘What do you think Mikhail's reaction is going to be when I show him the pictures of me after I was raped by your father; when I was fifteen?’

‘What?’ both Brandy and Taliyah gulped. This was news to Brandy.

‘Yes. Raped. Your father and Uncle Leon were two of seven men; Black Men; who raped me. Your Grandfather, Mayor Fox, covered it up. My twin sought out his own vengeance; he found four of them.’

‘Your brother was another racist; ‘ Taliyah got out before Gayle's punch to the abdomen knocked the air out of her and toppled her to the ground.

‘Take into account, Little Girl, you get to see your worthless father whenever you please, while my brother risks his very life sending his nephews presents,’ Gayle knelt by Taliyah, talking softly into her ear.

As Gayle stood, she effortlessly pulled the Black teen up with her.

‘Taliyah, think about what Mikhail will fixate on when he learns your father, grandfather and uncle violated me? Picture the fire you will see in his eyes and imagine the hate he will have for everyone associated with that crime.’

Taliyah didn't want to think about the primal beast in Mikhail's breast; the fire lurking behind his irreverent façade; aimed her way. In that instant Taliyah didn't feel physical fear. Unless provoked, he wouldn't lash out at her; Mikhail wasn't that kind of Man. He would also never view her as anything, but an enemy, either. She'd lose him.

‘Don't,’ she mumbled.

‘As a mark of how much Vlad likes you, Taliyah, he hasn't informed Mikhail about your family's and my shared past.’

‘Fine,’ Taliyah lowered her head. She was a whirlwind of emotions; rage over this presumptuous Fonteneau whore, fear of losing her tenuous relationship with her wild son and confusion on why a man she found so infuriating had; such a hold over her heart?

‘Me and Kaelyne?’ Taliyah trundled off her homophobia in order to appease Gayle.

‘Ha,’ Gayle snorted. ‘Perhaps. Back to your three options. Either you are with me; as a tool to be used to strike at my enemies; or you are out the door pursuing one of the other two.’

Brandy was a forgone conclusion. She was addicted to Vlad's cock and becoming more enamored of his personality every day as well. Taliyah had much more of her grandfather's (the town's first Black political chief and Civil Rights activist) and mother's (the current mayor) fighting spirit and ruthlessness.

Had her fascination been solely with Mikhail's cock, she would have walked out; only to come slinking back later when the ache for his meat penetrating her overcame her pride. Gayle had been in the same predicament nineteen years ago with Nikolay Samsonov, her now-husband.

‘Does anyone like you?’ Taliyah frowned.

‘No. People love me, or hate me, and I feel the same way about them. I'm no one's 'buddy' because if someone isn't willing to bleed for me, I'm not willing to bleed for them. I rarely compromise, so normally I irritate the feint-hearted and false-spoken.’

‘Taliyah?’ Brandy pleaded.

‘Okay, Mrs. Samsonov, let's go tell Mikhail together and see what he wants to do,’ Taliyah gambled. Gayle smiled. Taliyah was trying to trick her.

‘I'm good with that,’ the older woman responded with a feral grin. Taliyah had been struggling for some negotiating room and failed.

‘Fine. I'll stick it out with Brandy,’ Taliyah caved-in. Brandy hugged her tightly. Gayle extended her hand for the two young women to shake; sealing the deal. Brandy did so eagerly. Taliyah looked as if she'd rather dip her hand in liquid nitrogen, yet finally complied.

‘Step one: Taliyah, give Kaelyne a single red rose tomorrow; no explanation; no apologizes. Think of one nice thing to say about her before the end of the day. We'll see how she reacts and plan out your next move accordingly.’

‘How is Mikhail going to feel about you pimping me out to a; lesbian?’

Gayle smiled and smiled until Taliyah recalled the ground rules: Gayle wasn't required to explain herself and her orders. Taliyah consoled herself with plotting how to rape Mikhail at school the next day; to get back at his bitchy mother; of course.

‘We'll do it,’ Brandy ended the silent impasse.

‘The Cheer Squad is the beacon for your High School's BBC Slutdom. We are going to break that mold,’ Gayle continued.

‘You are a top notch whore,’ Taliyah muttered. ‘What do you suggest?’

‘You are going to get your teammates to fuck my boys. That will do quite nicely,’ Gayle quipped. ‘It has worked on you two.’

‘You want us to share Vlad; our guys?’ Brandy balked.

‘Yes.’

‘Because you think we are sluts?’ Taliyah darkened angrily.

‘You are sluts, Taliyah. I'll paint you a simple picture,’ she forestalled Taliyah's next outburst. ‘From the footage of the first Victory Party; ‘

‘You filmed that too?’ Taliyah.

‘Didn't Brandy tell you?’

Taliyah looked to a shamed-faced Brandy.

‘The night of the Victory Party when Darius was supposed to beat up Vlad by the lake, we rearranged the plan. We took extensive footage of the whole damn orgy.’

‘Masturbate to it?’ Taliyah got out before Gayle slapped her so hard she fell over.

‘Yes, while using a vibrator with a clit attachment and vibrating anal beads,’ Gayle snarled. ‘Are you going to let me continue?’ Taliyah got back up; mumbling something. ‘What was that?’ Taliyah kept silent.

‘From the footage I know you are comfortable being double-stuffed. From the security cameras at the lodge, I know you gave your anal virginity to Mikhail.’

Taliyah's sense of anger and embarrassment played across her face.

‘That's some cock, isn't it?’

‘That's your son,’ Brandy gulped.

‘I'm well aware of his genetics. If I want some of that, I go to their Da. Back to the lesson: Taliyah, you took cock orally and vaginally while Brandy went air-tight on a regular basis.’ She let the statement hang there. ‘Brandy, do you like getting three cocks at once?’

‘No,’ she whispered.

‘Liar.’

‘I; won't cheat on Vlad; ever.’

‘Liar.’

‘No! I love Vlad.’

‘That won't stop you from cheating.’

‘I; ‘ Brandy sniffled.

‘B; Samsonov,’ Taliyah rallied to Brandy.

‘Brandy, admit it. You like as many cocks pounding you as possible,’ Gayle pursued Brandy relentlessly. ‘Admit it.’

‘Yes,’ she sobbed, ‘but I'd never cheat on Vlad. I swear.’

‘Good to know. Now Brandy, you've seen Mikhail in action; what do you think of him taking you up the ass while Vlad's fucking your cunt would feel like?’

The two girls shuddered at the idea's erotic stimulation.

‘Taliyah, by your reaction, I am going to assume you and Mikhail have progressed to straight intercourse,’ Gayle smirked.

‘He didn't; ‘ Taliyah was going to say 'didn't tell you?' then realized Mikhail wasn't the kind to brag because he never took stock in the accolades, or condemnation of others, or felt any desire to explain himself, for that matter. His intense independence was both highly irritating and; enticing.

‘Can you imagine the discussion between my youngest concerning you and your sexual experiences? Let's just say whatever I asked, I would get the same answer; none of your damn business, Mom.’

That visual brought a vicious, barely-concealed twist to Taliyah's lips. Nope, her Mikhail would tell his Mom to 'fuck off' if the old bitch persisted too.

‘Are you going to insult my intelligence, like your BFF, and tell me you aren't intrigued by the idea of two of my boys having a go at you?’ Gayle stared down Taliyah. The Black teen looked away. Damn, her cunt was getting wet and 'needy'.

‘I wouldn't ask Vlad to do that for me,’ Brandy verbally parried for her BFF.

‘I want you to,’ Gayle winked at her.

‘Huh?’ from both girls.

‘Girls, my boys have been with precisely two women in their lives; you, Brandy, are Vlad's first girlfriend and the only other woman he penetrated was a professional sex therapist who broke him in over a long weekend a few months ago.’

‘The same goes for you, Taliyah; different therapist / same 4-day weekend.’

‘Mikhail was a virgin!’ Taliyah gawked. For Brandy, it was the confirmation of the information Vlad had told her earlier; which she hadn't really believed; because she was in the bad habit of lying to him at the time; For Taliyah, it meant Vlad hadn't told his mother about banging Riley either, which might prove useful if brought up carefully.

‘Technically, no. Relationship-wise; yes,’ Gayle nodded. ‘I didn't want my sons fumbling around with their zippers in some dark room with some half-drunk, horny co-ed only to prematurely ejaculate their first time out. All three have had extensive on-line course work and the one bout of 'lab practice'.’

‘You are one freaky slut,’ Taliyah blinked. Brandy nodded.

‘Considering my first, violent sexual experience and then the years spent trying to bury the humiliation, fear and pain in doing everything except letting myself heal and seeing sex as a fun, pleasurable, joyous and loving exercise in sharing and passion; yes, I'm a freaky slut. I've earned the distinction and am proud of it.’

To be continued in part 8, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.