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Subject: {ASSM} Crowded House IV, by Ray1031, (MF, Cons, Rom)
Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 04:10:05 -0500
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Crowded House,  (MF, Cons, Rom)
by Ray1031

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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." 

I followed quickly.

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