Message-ID: <40069asstr$1040807405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <ray1031@cac.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <003e01c2aba0$7bc01c60$8aada50c@ray1031> From: "Ray" <ray1031@cac.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 18:02:04 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Crowded House IV, by Ray1031, (MF, Cons, Rom) X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Crowded House, by Ray1031, (MF, Cons, Rom) Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 04:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40069> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge Crowded House, (MF, Cons, Rom) by Ray1031 This is my story ..... copyrighted and belonging to me. Want to use it .... ask! Check the codes before reading .... don't like them, don't read further. Like the codes .... enjoy the story. Ray Crowded House IV by Ray1031 Seven in the morning found me working on my second cup of coffee. It had been a bad night. With Debbie mad at me, not only was there no sex before we slept . . . or rather before she slept. Debbie had tossed and turned all night, seeming to have one bad dream after another she had moaned and jerked fitfully in her sleep. I'd tried to hold and comfort her. Spoken soft words to soothe her, but to no avail. All my efforts achieved were two punches in the ribs and a kick in the shins as she twitched and tossed. The twins had been up most of the night as well, playing with their new television and VCR, planning for and anticipating today's party. At one-thirty they'd rather noisily made popcorn. It was after three when they had finally gone to bed. It was three when I gave it up and moved from the bed to the living room sofa to sleep. My internal alarm had wakened me at six-thirty, same as always, and I was up for the day. I'd opened a package of cookies (Keebler Deluxe Grahams) with my first cup of coffee, munching and sipping as I thought some things through and came to a decision or two. It was as I finished my second cup and reached for another cookie that I realized I'd eaten half the package already. Pushing them away I decided there was no time like the present. Taking another coffee mug from the cabinet I filled both and went to the bedroom, placing them on my night stand. I crawled onto the bed and straddled Debbie's sleeping form. She'd obviously continued tossing after I left the bed as her legs were tightly twined and wrapped in the bedding while her upper body was mostly bare. I woke her gently and she stretched lazily before reaching for my neck and pulling herself up for a kiss. "I like waking up this way," she said with a smile before lightly slapping at my chest. "But aren't I supposed to be mad at you? No fair!" I crawled off and stood beside the bed reaching for the cups of coffee. "You can be mad again in an hour if you wish, but we need to talk before the twins wake up. Here's a cup of coffee, get up and follow me to my office, please. There are things there I want to show you as we talk." Debbie untangled her self from the blankets and reached for the mug of coffee as she slid from the bed. Expecting she'd want to dress I headed for my office and entered, going to my file cabinet to retrieve some ledgers I kept there. When I turned I found Debbie standing naked in the center of the room, calmly sipping her coffee and waiting. I pulled my desk chair out and waved her to it before closing the door and retrieving a folding chair from behind it for me to use. Debbie was sitting with her feet before her in the chair, her arms around her legs and her chin resting on her knees. I sat myself before her and laid the ledger books on the corner of the desk beside her coffee mug. "Cold?" "Not at all." "You didn't sleep well last night." "Bad dreams." "Care to talk about them?" "Not yet. Not yet with you. Maybe later . . . maybe someday." "I need to understand some things Debbie. Because of that, I have a few questions for you. Your answers will make it easier for me to decide about some plans I have been trying to decide if I should make and I will know whether I should show you some things you may need to know. Do you want some time to wake up more before we start, or should we just get to it?" "Shoot. I'm as awake as I'm going to get, though I may want a refill on this coffee in a few minutes." "Okay. we'll get right to it. Are you thinking about moving out?" "What?" She looked shocked at my question and her eyes seemed to be misting. "I know it's only been weeks since you moved in, not quite two months yet. When you moved in, you said it was only temporary - until you could afford another place. I told you then that you and your family are welcome to stay as long as you wished. You insisted it would be temporary. A few weeks ago, we began sharing the same bed and you professed your love for me, saying you would always be mine alone. Yet, you become upset if I spend any money on you or the children and I see you always checking the homes for sale and rental listings in the daily paper. I need to know if you are planning to move out." "You changed the question." she said and I now definitely saw a tear forming in her left eye. "You first asked if I 'think' about moving out, now you need to know if I am 'planning' to move out. In answer to your first question, yes. I 'think' about it every day. I think about it every day because from day to day I am not always sure how you feel about us and our being here. You remind me of my Grandfather. Did you know he was full blooded Cree Indian? I never knew what he was thinking unless he told me. You could never read anything in his face and he wasn't a demonstrative person. You are like that. I can't tell what you are thinking or feeling by your expression or actions. One second I know you want us here and don't want us to ever leave and everything is sweet and lovely in the world. The next second, it's like you don't even know that any of us exist and I don't know if we are really welcome or not. I can't explain it any better than that." She took up her coffee mug, her hand shaking so badly she had to hold it in both hands as she sipped from it. Answering my question was obviously costing her emotionally, it was there . . . in the shaking of her hands and a slight look of fear in her eyes . . . yet she continued, "But, to answer both questions, Yes - I think about having to move every day and I try to always know what is available in case we must. But no, I am not planning to leave unless you wish us to. I've been afraid to ask 'that' question since you have said you would never marry me. Do you want us to leave?" "I do not! Look, I may have a few small worries about our current situation, but nothing that makes me wish any of you were elsewhere. I think I may have phrased a couple of things I said wrong before, so let me change them now. You and your family are welcome here until Hell freezes over and Christ makes his second return in a thunderclap and a chorus of angels. You are welcome here until our sun goes nova and destroys the planet. If you ever do leave I will have to sell the house because I won't want to live alone with the memories we will have made here." Debbie was smiling broadly now, even as that single tear finally rolled down her cheek and fidgeting in her seat, like she was sitting on a nest of fire ants. "As for the 'never marry' thing, that was a bad choice of words. I learned a long time ago that I should never say never about anything. But, if we do ever marry, it will only be after a long time living together. The twins are likely to marry before we do, just don't ever count it out. I just want to 'know' before we take that step. You know I have never been married, and over the years have become very set in my ways, many of them at least. I simply want to know that we won't be making another mistake for each other by rushing into anything. We may marry someday, we may not. But we will be a few years getting there from here. Better?" Still fidgeting. Still smiling. Debbie leaned forward and kissed me softly for a moment before saying "Better. Now, before I change the subject and start raping you, what else did you want to discuss?" Putting my hand down the front of my sweat shorts I said grinning, "Two quick things before I go on; first, let me adjust growing things so they are more comfortable, and second, let me ask that you please don't get my chair all sticky. The fabric is hard to clean." She stuck her tongue out at me. "In the last weeks, you have worried about what money I have been spending, in modifying the two rooms for you and the girls, the birthday gifts for the girls, allowing the sleep- over tonight and the cars. I don't know if you are worried about me spoiling them, or just that I may be spending money I can't afford, but let me show you a few things that may help put your mind partly at rest." I opened the first of the ledgers I'd placed on the corner of the desk, turned to the last entry and handed it to Debbie. "The last figure there is the current balance in my personal checking account." Debbie's eyes widened as she looked from the figure to my face. Opening the second book I placed it in her hands over the first. "The last figure is the current balance in my business checking account." Four more books I place before her, for my personal savings, investments, retirement and insurance annuities. When I was done she looked into my eyes and asked only one question. "Why do you bother with working?" "Because I enjoy the work I do. It keeps me active, fit, and gives me something to do with my time. If I didn't work, I'd probably be sitting, getting fat and vegetating." "Why show me this?" "Because if we are going to try this thing and become a family unit, you need to know what we have. Also because of the decisions I have been trying to make, the things I am planning to do in the next few months and the money it will cost, I don't want you fretting or fighting with me at every turn over the money I am spending. I don't think the kids need to know all of this, but you do." "No. The kids don't need to know and I thank you for telling me, but what are these plans you are making?" "Next week, I will be filing for a building permit. Though the Twins have always shared a room, I think they should each have their own bedroom. Besides, Susan is getting old enough that it bothers me when we are in the middle of our love making and I look over and find her watching us from her crib. She needs a room too. By the end of next month, hopefully, we will have had an attached two car garage built onto the end of the house beyond the twins bedroom. Since I am always looking for ways to save money, and I am planning it as a hands on teaching situation for you and the twins as well, I am having a garage built instead of a house addition. A garage is cheaper and things can be done, as it's built, so it will meet building codes as we work together to modify it into a study for the girls, two bedrooms and a bath in the coming months." "We can work together and take all next winter, if need be, making the changes. Next summer, I will have it inspected as an addition to the house. This September, I will be building a large pole barn beyond the current garage and will be having the driveway paved. It will allow covered parking for four cars and a couple of storage closets for parts and tools. I will continue to use the current garage and the new barn will be for you and your daughter's cars." "That's a lot of money you are planning to spend." "True. But I had plans to build the Pole barn and pave the drive even before you arrived. The only change is that the building will now be larger, large enough for four cars instead of two. The expansion of the house is necessary so we can reclaim the twins bedroom as our living room. The current living room will become my office and a hobby room for you, and my office will become Susan's nursery/bedroom and the new baby's room when it arrives. They should be able to share for seven or eight years and by then the twins should be on their own and their rooms available. By getting the garage and doing the modifications ourselves my guess is we will be saving fifteen to twenty thousand over having a 'housing addition' built outright." "But Hannah, Rachel and I don't have the necessary skills for that." "I do. The three of you will learn as we do it. Unless you don't think you can . . . I can always hire temporary help when and where I need it and do the work myself." Debbie had reclosed the ledgers as we talked and handed them to me saying, "I can't really talk for them. I'm sure they will be willing to try, but I don't know how well they will stick to it once they find how messy and hard such work can be. I will help you though, and I won't quit on you either." "Good. We have one last thing to do now before the girls wake up . . ." I placed the books back on the desk as I talked. " . . . explain to me about this 'rape' thing you mentioned earlier." Debbie had unfolded standing on the chair as I spoke and leaned down over me for a long kiss with lots of suction. It felt like she was trying to suck my tongue out by the roots. Her right hand was behind my head, in my hair, while her left guided my right between her legs. She deftly guided my fingers over and between her swollen labia, soaking them with her juices. Breaking the kiss she pulled away, removing my fingers from her treasures as well. Stepping back she guided my hand to my face and smeared her moisture from my fingertips under my nose. Her sweet heady scent immediately filled my senses and as she released my hand I raised my hand and took a further sniff then licking them with my tongue as I watched her and waited. Stepping down from the chair and heading for the door she grinned back over her shoulder saying, "If you enjoyed the appetizer, you will find the rest of the menu and the main course laid out in the bedroom for your enjoyment." 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