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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

In Brist's time - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Nicholas, why do you hate Brist so?” Morgan asked his older brother.

“What makes you think I hate her?”

“You couldn’t even speak to her during dinner without arguing about something. I know she says some outrageous things, but she is family, and you should at least try to get along with her.”

“So, you believe her?” Nicholas asked.

“You don’t? How can you not? She has things from the future, and she knows things she couldn’t possibly if she wasn’t.”

“I’m more inclined to believe her guilty of witchcraft than time travel. She has bewitched you all.”

“Witchcraft! Nicholas, what is wrong with you? You don’t just accuse ladies of being witches!” Morgan exclaimed in dismay.

Ladies don’t go around claiming they’re relatives from the future!” Nicholas countered.

“They do if they really are!” Morgan knew that had sounded childish, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say. “Apologize.”


“I cannot allow you to slander Brist like that. Now apologize, or I’ll have to inform mother of your bad manners,” Morgan considered challenging him to a duel, but he knew that he could never beat his older brother in a fair fight. Also, he had no desire to have another wounded brother in the house. (Which would likely be him.)

Meanwhile, Nicholas had no desire to receive another tongue lashing from his mother. The one he had received earlier was enough to keep his ears ringing for days to come. He cringed as he remembered it.

“Nicholas David Evans! I know I raised you better than that! You do not ever violate a lady like that!” She had loudly stated.

“Violate her! I was the one who was bested and thrown on the floor!” Nicholas had protested.

“Well, if you had controlled yourself and treated her properly, she would not have had to defend herself!” His mother, in her anger, left no room for him to argue.

Nicholas sighed, willing to do anything to avoid his mother's wrath.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled reluctantly.

“What was that?” Morgan asked.

“I said I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever laid eyes on that woman! I wish she would just go back to wherever she came from and leave our family alone,” Nicholas said emphatically, trying to ignore the little inner voice that called him a liar.

Outside the door, Brist stopped walking as she overheard him. She had been returning to her room from the twins’. She shrugged sadly and continued on her way.


“David, how can you say that? We can’t go now,” Regina said.

“My ship is still ready and waiting. Tomorrow, the boys and I will go hunting for that bandit camp, and when we find it, we’ll reclaim our horses. Then, after that, I can find no reason to stay any longer,” David told his wife.

“We can’t just leave Brist here, and we can’t take her with us. We have to stay,” Regina protested.

“Why can’t we take her with us?” David asked, his plan had been to do so if Nicholas could not manage to control himself.

“She’s not used to our ways yet. Taking her to England and introducing her to the ton would just be cruel. Not to mention, think of the scandal she would undoubtedly cause!”

“Then we leave her here,” David stated, mentally reminding himself to have a firm discussion with his eldest son.

“Alone with Nicholas? Aside from the fact that such a situation is highly improper, David, they would kill each other 10 minutes after we were out the door! Also, we can’t just expect Nicholas to accept her into his household when it’s so obvious that he doesn’t like her,” Regina pointed out.

“I have an idea that should work beautifully. We’ll leave the twins,” David decided.

“No, David! No! We are not leaving my babies behind,” Regina refused.

“I have made up my mind. If we leave the twins, we don’t have to worry about Brist’s reputation. Also, if we hire Brist as their chaperone, then I have provided a solution to Brist’s request for employment, and Nicholas can hardly refuse to keep her here if she’s in my employ,” David said, proud of himself for thinking of such a brilliant solution.

“That may well be true, but I have never been without them. I don’t know- I will not allow them to- David they are my babies! You can’t expect me to just leave them behind,” Regina wailed, distraught.

“Regina listen, Brist will need female companionship just as much as the twins would if it were they in her position. Now stop your protestations, I have made up my mind, and there’s no changing it. The twins will stay behind, and that’s that.” David quickly covered his wife’s mouth with his own to silence any forthcoming objections. His hands roamed her body, and he marveled at how much he still wanted his wife after nearly 30 years of marriage. He explored her body with his mouth, paying special attention to all the spots he had discovered over the years that drove her wild.

Regina moaned with desire and frustration. It was unfair that he still was able to render her incoherent after all these years, and he knew it! He used this tactic every time he wanted to win an argument, because he knew she would agree to anything in the heat of passion. She was determined to not give in this time.

David knew his wife was feeling like molten lava, and he hadn’t even touched her womanhood yet. “Say that the twins can stay,” he demanded.

“No.” Regina shook her head.

David grinned as he lowered his mouth to gently blow on the hair covering her sex. Regina whimpered. He lightly ran his tongue over the pea-sized bundle of nerves that drove her to near insanity when touched.

Regina gasped. She felt as if she were flying; as if the room was spinning. Why oh why does he always have this effect on me? If Regina had been still able to think coherently, she would have thought how unfair it was that David was once again using this tactic. He knew perfectly well that Regina agreed to anything while in this state, and often did this to her when she wasn’t in agreement with him.

Regina was at the point when she had to explode or die, and David, sensing this, paused to resume negotiations with his wife.

“Say they can stay,” he demanded. Regina just barely remembered to whisper no. David positioned himself so that he could tease his wife’s clitoris with his manhood. Regina inhaled sharply.

“Please take me,” she nearly sobbed.

“I will, just as soon as you give permission for the twins to stay,” David assured his wife.

Regina shook her head and raised her hips to try to take him inside her. David anticipated her tactic and moved out of her reach, yet managed to maintain contact between them. This frustrated Regina to the point of screaming.

“Calm down, my love, all you have to do is say they can stay and I will give you what you want,” David promised, kissing her neck.

“Anything! I’ll do anything you say, please just take me now!” Regina begged. David placed the very tip of himself inside her then paused to ask her:

“Are you sure about that?”

Regina would have raised herself to take him, but was still raised from her previous attempt, so she wrapped one leg around his waist, followed quickly by the other forcing him to plunge deep inside her. David laughed at his wife’s determination, and decided to give in to her demands now that she had given in to his. He rode her through two climaxes before he allowed himself to spill his seed deep within her.

Spent, he lay down next to her.

“Well now, you must be getting old if that’s the best you can do,” Regina teased him as she regained her ability to think.

“Woman! You are becoming more demanding every day!” David said in mock frustration. “Old you say? I’ll show you just what this old man can do!” David promised, and then proceeded to do just that.


In the room that Brist was assigned, she was preparing to go on her planned expedition to retrieve her horse. She was deciding what to wear, and so far had separated all her clothing into two piles; one of just black items, and the other contained all her other clothing. Something one might find on Charlie’s Angels, yet also something that a cat burglar might wear to keep himself concealed in shadows.

Brist decided to start with her undergarments, for even though no one would see them, they would help keep her in the right frame of mind... sneaky! She put on a black bra made out of lace and a matching pair of thong underwear. Over those she put on a form-fitting, black baby tee that had the word Goddess on it in red, and form fitting pants that flared slightly from her calves down.

Brist decided that she would need to do something with her hair so that it wouldn’t be in her way. She considered various styles before deciding on a simple braid with plenty of stray locks to frame and highlight her face.

After deciding that she looked gorgeous, Brist picked up her gun and tried to decide where to put it. Where would one of Charlie’s Angels hide it? How about Scully? Brist tried tucking it in the back of her pants, but they were so snug that she couldn’t get the gun to fit properly. Hmm, so that wouldn’t work, maybe in my bra? No, that would be too obvious. My handgun maybe small, but it isn’t that small!

Brist chuckled as she realized that with the size of her breasts, the gun just might fit after all. Even so, she decided to bring a spare purse that she could tie around her waist, covering her sacrum.

Brist took a look in the mirror; I look great; very Amanda from Highlander: The Raven. Cautiously, she opened her bedroom door and looked out to see if the coast was clear. It was, and so she silently made her way to the servant’s stairs, which she figured would be her best bet for getting out of the house unnoticed.

In the kitchen, Nicholas heard a faint noise coming from the servant’s stairs, which he thought was odd for this time of night. He quickly stepped into the pantry, which gave him a good view of the kitchen, and yet kept him hidden from view. Seconds later, he saw Brist emerge from the stairway and head out the door.

“Now what is she up to?” He asked himself. Without deciding to, he followed her outside and into the woods, completely forgetting the food he was so eager for just moments ago. It looked like she was heading in the direction they went earlier today.

“So she is in league with the thieves! I was right!” He whispered to himself triumphantly. Yet somehow, Nicholas was unsure as to whether he should be triumphant... or disappointed.

He followed her for about an hour, trying his best to keep up with her and not be detected by her at the same time. Which was hard for she was fast, and he almost had to run to keep up with her, which didn’t leave him much time to avoid anything in his path. She stopped suddenly, looked around a moment, adjusted her course slightly, then continued on. Only now she was walking slowly and keeping to the shadows.

If I’m correct, and I believe I am, then the thieves made camp right about where the town will one day be located, Brist thought to herself. Then, she vaguely remembered a story about the thieves and the town. The thieves camp was located farther out than the town, it wasn’t until her many times great grandma Brist founded the town that they moved closer to treepass, which was finished by then. Wait, didn’t Belana say her great-grandmother founded the town?

Brist was moving silently in the direction she was sure the camp must be in. Just like in the movies, I am undetectable to the enemy, moving in swiftly yet cautiously to rescue the damsel in distress, or rather horses in distress. Any moment now I will come across a feeble attempt at security, a guard to try to keep me out. Brist had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from laughing out loud at her thoughts.

Suddenly, she froze. From where she stood, she could just make out the outline of the camp. Okay, so where are the camp guards? Slowly, she circled the perimeter of the camp, careful to keep out of view of anyone who might be watching.

What in blazes is she doing? If she is in league with the thieves, why doesn’t she just walk directly into camp? Nicholas wondered. From where he was, he couldn’t see the camp, but he figured that it must be there, or else why would Brist be walking as if she were circling something.

I should have brought a gun, I could then kill all the thieves and be done with them once and for all. Maybe I can still find a way to do so, and then once Brist sees that it’s hopeless, she’ll consent to be my mistress, and I’ll finally be able to teach her a woman’s proper place. Wait a second….

Brist had to once again place her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from crying out when she saw her beloved horse. She counted the horses, hoping that she’d be able to recognize all the Evans family horses, for she didn’t want to steal any of the thieves’ horses. Thirteen, but then that would mean that they all belonged to the family. Didn’t the thieves have any of their own? Maybe they kept theirs in a separate pen. And just where are the guards? Surely a thief’s camp would have some security.

Just then, Brist spotted a man sitting under a nearby tree, she edged closer to him, trying to figure out a way to subdue him silently. What would Xena do? Hmm… I hope it doesn’t come to that.

Brist walked as close to the man as possible without being seen. She held her breath; it was now that would decide the outcome of her excursion. Either he would spot her and shout out in alarm, causing her to kick more thieving butt (or be shot trying), or she would subdue him without causing alarm, and waltz out of here with all thirteen horses.

What was that noise?

Is it? … Yes it is!

The man was snoring softly; he was sound asleep! Oh what luck! Brist made a soft noise calling Cream to her. She was sure that Cream had already smelled her, but was smart enough to stay put until signaled. Cream didn’t even bother to move for she knew that she couldn’t go anywhere while she was tied to a long post along with all the other horses.

Brist quickly untied Cream from the post, allowing her to roam freely for a moment while she untied all of the other horses and tied them to each other.

“If this weren’t incredibly convenient for me, I’d find the man that left all of you ungroomed and in your saddles, and I’d smack him so hard that he’d see stars for the rest of his life!” Brist told the horses sympathetically.

Brist led the horses around the perimeter of the camp until she was facing the direction that she needed to travel. She was just about to mount Cream, when she heard a familiar voice and decided to investigate.

“Randy, I hate this, we were better off in England. At least there we weren’t thieves!”

“Belana, you know as well as I do that if we had remained in England, we would have ended up thieves in the end. I hate it too, but what other choice do we have?”

“Perhaps there are a few gentlemen in the city that would pay nicely for the privilege of bedding an actual titled lady,” Belana suggested.

“I will not have you whoring!”

“And I will not have the last of my children starve to death!”

Randy visibly choked back whatever he was going to say, and sighed. “Our plans were to claim a piece of land and use our savings to turn it into a farm capable of supporting ourselves. That plan fell apart only because those rich Evans bastards stole every dime we owned in payment for our passage here. We have only been stealing from them out of revenge, but what if we stopped plaguing them for the change they carry in their pockets, and we actually sneak into their house and rob them of enough money to accomplish our goal?”

“No! I will not allow you to fall so low. What if, instead, we sold their horses? 13 fine horses should bring a fair price, and then we could move on.”

“I’m sorry, but you wont get the chance to do that either,” Brist said, calling attention to herself. She pointed her gun at them so that they wouldn’t do anything rash, like sound an alarm...

“What are you doing here?” Randy demanded.

“Retrieving some stolen property,” Brist answered with a shrug.

“The instant you try, I’ll have the entire camp come out to stop you,” Randy threatened.

“Sorry, but I’ve already recovered our horses, the only reason I’m still here is to get our jewelry,” Brist informed the good-looking thief. She had intended to let them keep the money and jewelry they had taken, but now that she had insanely allowed them to know that she was there, she figured she may as well recover as much as she could.

Randy and Brist stood glaring at each other, both trying to figure out their opponent’s next move, and how to effectively counter it. Randy judged Brist to be about one foot out of his natural reach, but perhaps if he used the element of surprise, he could remove the gun from her grasp. Gathering his courage, he lunged for her, praying that she wouldn’t shoot him.

Brist had no intention of shooting anyone unless she had no other choice. When she realized that Randy was going to try to disarm her, she stepped aside and tripped him, using her arm to ensure that he landed directly at her feet. Face down. Brist placed her foot on his neck and pointed the gun at his head, surreptitiously checking to make sure the safety was still engaged.

“Please don’t kill him!” Belana cried softly, for she feared that if she made too much noise – and accidentally alerted the camp to what was going on – her husband would be shot for sure.

“Find some rope,” Brist ordered her. “And don’t even think about getting help. Oh, and find something to gag him with as well.” Once Belana had found the requested items, Brist motioned for her to tie her husband up.

Randy glared at Brist with murder in his eyes, but allowed his wife to do as she was told.

“Now, bring me the jewelry and money that your husband stole from us today,” Brist ordered when Belana had finished her task. Belana did as she was told, handing her the bags, which still contained all of the stolen items. “Please understand that I have to tie you up now too.”

“I understand, but please Lady Evans, please understand that I am also against the theft that had occurred. It's just... my husband is only doing what he has to in order for us to survive. We have no money, no other place to go, and no food. Any food that we do manage to steal, we feed to our children, and yet they are starving! Please, isn’t there anything you can do to help us? Perhaps you could leave us some of the jewelry to sell for food, or one of the horses,” Belana pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that, only one of those horses belongs to me, and she wouldn’t allow anyone else to ride her even if I did give her up. As for the money and jewelry, none of it belongs to me, so I can’t let you keep it either,” Brist apologized.

She helped Belana to her knees, and using some of the excess rope used to tie up Randy, she tied Belana’s feet together, and then she tied her hands. She left them in a position that would allow Belana easy access to untie Randy after Brist had gone. She was about to place a gag in Belana’s mouth when the woman – who was an exact replica of her friend in the future, only older – spoke out.

“Please, take my child with you! Belana implored. “Her name is Sarah, and she is sleeping just inside that tent.”

“Why would you want me to take your child?” Brist asked, utterly confused.

“I already lost one child, and I can’t bear to watch as another one dies. I know that if you take her with you, she will be taken care of,” Belana explained. Randy violently shook his head and moaned in protest. Brist thought for a few moments.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” She asked, and Belana nodded. Tears streamed down the bound woman’s cheeks. “Alright then, I will,” Brist agreed with a heavy sigh.

Inside the tent, Brist found the child – a toddler of about three – asleep on a bed made up of thin blankets. The child was much too thin, and she whimpered in her sleep as if experiencing nightmares. Gently, Brist extracted the child from the bed and carried her out to her parents.

“From now on you are her mother, and she is your daughter,” Belana said to Brist. Randy looked wounded, or as if he were about to be sick. Tears streamed down his face, and Brist found that she was crying too.

“I will take good care of your daughter,” Brist promised the outlaw parents as she held the little girl up to Belana so that the sacrificing mother could kiss her daughter goodbye. “Already you are a better mother than I could ever hope to be, for I seriously doubt that I could ever give up my own child, even if it were for her own good.”

Brist shifted the sleeping child so that she could hug her mother, who she still thought of as her friend in the future. Then, she placed the gag in the woman’s mouth, for she still couldn’t chance an alarm being sounded. She intuitively knew that this Belana had also handed her a guarantee that the bandits wouldn't rob from them again out of fear that this child would be harmed in retaliation.

“I know you aren’t able to give your daughter a hug or a kiss goodbye, and since she is sleeping and I don’t want to wake her just yet, she can’t give one to you. So I am going to do it for her,” Brist informed Randy as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. After taking a moment to try to stop crying and wipe away her tears, Brist made her getaway. She paused a foot away from her horse, for the toddler whimpered in her sleep.

“You poor baby,” she murmured soothingly as she ran her fingers through the girl’s hair. Then, she kissed the sleeping child’s forehead. Sarah stirred in her sleep, flinging her arms around Brist’s neck.

A few feet away, Nicholas felt a strange pull at his heart. He was more confused by Brist now than he had ever been confused by a woman before in his life. He watched as Brist mounted her horse, and then decided to stop her before she got away and he had to walk home.

“I must say,” he said, standing in front of Cream. “That you handled that very well.”

“It is a very good thing that they cannot see or hear us, for I would not want them to think that I have anything to do with you. Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me?” Brist asked as she untied the rest of the horses from Cream, and then flung the rope at him.

The two antagonists stared at each other for a few long moments. Suddenly, Brist had a mischievous idea, and she grinned impishly. Nicholas watched incredulously as Brist kicked Cream into a soft canter, leaving him alone with 12 horses.

Soon, Brist was riding into the family’s stables. She laid Sarah on a blanket covering a semi-soft pile of hay while she took care of her horse. Brist was still upset at finding that the horses had not been properly groomed, and so took her time to thoroughly brush down Cream. Finishing up, she tossed a warm blanket over the patient horse, and unconsciously placed her in the same stall that she would occupy in the future. She then carried Sarah to her room, just barely remembering to go to the one she was assigned to in this time, for her sub-conscious had led her to the one she had always had in the future.

Brist sighed as she cuddled up to the toddler, who wriggled against her, seeking warmth. It was not long before she was enveloped by deep, blissful sleep.


“How did she expect me to handle 12 horses when she’s seen how bad I am at handling just one?” Nicholas grumbled. Here he had tried to avoid walking home, only to end up not only walking, but also struggling with 12 horses. “I should have just watched to see how she planned to handle not only the horses, but the babe too. How did I get myself into this mess? All I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on the wench was to persuade her to bed me, and here’s she’s ruined any chance of me joining her in bed tonight. Ah! The witch! With her purple witch’s eyes, and her desirable, voluptuous little body. Why can’t I get her out of my mind?!” Nicholas asked his horse, which just so happened to be the lead horse. The horse simply rolled his eyes and snickered at him.

Nicholas made a disbelieving noise, and tried his best to put her out of his mind, but ended up driving himself almost to the point of insanity by the time he got home. By the time he took the last few steps into the stables, the sky was giving him the impression that it was holding back the sun on purpose, just to annoy him even more.

Nicholas’ mood had long ago passed foul, and now it was simmering somewhere between frightful and abominable. He had no intention of taking the time to properly groom one of the horses, let alone all 12. Nicholas found no purpose in doing himself what he paid others for. So, he strode moodily over to one of the stable boys, grabbed him out of his bed, and tossed him onto the stable master. The two employees awoke fighting, each positive that the other had started the fight.

“Stop fighting! I want these horses taken care of right away!” Nicholas bellowed.

“Of course my lord, immediately!” The startled stable master promised. He was a man brought over with them from England. Nicholas made a beeline for his bedroom, grumbling the entire way.

“If I weren’t so blasted exhausted at this moment, I would go strangle that pain-in-the-arse while she slept! GOD! I feel as if I just returned from a yearlong pilgrimage in which I carried pebbles in my boots as penance for my sins!” By this time, Nicholas was crawling into his bed. He hadn’t even bothered to remove any of his clothes; not even his boots! He sighed as he drifted off to sleep, muttering, “I’ll kill her when I wake up.”

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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Writing Sin - Epilogue

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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Not a good day, so far

Last night, I went to bed late - as I tend to do most nights. I was editing my book Diamond Elf in preparation for publishing it on Amazon... eventually... I got tired  so I forced myself to go to bed, and I even fell asleep.

Then, early this morning, my hubby woke me up to tell me that he was leaving to go help a friend. I was okay with that, but not okay with him waking me up. I slowly drifted back to sleep, only to hear that the MOMENT my hubby left, my kids woke up. They were wide awake and bouncy, and LOUD! They ran around the house, repeatedly slamming the door to the bathroom - which is between my bedroom and the rest of the house.

After the 5th or 6th time they slammed that door, I rolled out of bed, picked myself up off the floor, and then went into the bathroom to glare at them. But it was already too late, I was awake enough that I couldn't go back to sleep, sigh...

So, I sent a text to my hubby that said: "Grrrrrr...." When he asked what was wrong, I told him that: "They sprang from your loins and have your predilection for mornings..."

I then hopped online to distract myself as I waited for my brain to wake up and start to function. I don't drink coffee, so that's not why my mind is foggy in the morning. A couple of friends messaged me, and I grumpily bit their heads off - Sorry! I'm not really mad at you, I'm just not a morning person!

Then a very good friend of mine tells me that my blurb sucks! (I know that you read this, so I'm not trying to gripe about you, I'm just talking about my morning, and this is part of it.) I thought my blurb rocked, so I was seriously bummed out. However, I consoled myself with the fact that blurb writing always sucks, and almost no one can write a blurb that entices without giving away too much information. So, I rewrote it...

As I was trying to rewrite it, my friend - who is my awesome Editrix, and helps me out a ton - interrupted my thought process a couple of times to tell me that one of the books I want to publish can't BE published!

I understand why she's telling me this, but I want to strangle the puritans who make the "rules." The basic reasoning is that the story - Jocelyn's Decision - is about a girl who makes the decision to have sex even though she is only 13. I intend it to be a cautionary tale. A warning to girls about the very real consequences of that decision. I included the sexual scenes because they are integral to the story. The scenes themselves are not very descriptive until she reaches the age of consent.

At the very end of the story, Jocelyn is 18, and that's when she has some really erotic sex. The intended audience is older teens and adults. If adults read it and think that it's a good message for their daughters, and have the younger teens read it - or even just the first part - that is up to them, and really a good example of not censoring what a child reads. In fact, if both a mother and her daughter took turns reading it, they might be able to open up a discussion that might be hard to have otherwise.

In any case, to me, my story is general fiction. A second classification would be slice of life or even afternoon special. However, because I do tend to write erotica, and this book does have sex in it, it is apparently considered erotica by my friend. She's concerned that it would violate the Terms of Service.

And THAT is what has me pissed off more than anything this morning! I understand that they don't want to encourage teens to have sex. I understand that they don't want to encourage older men to have sex with teenaged girls, and IF this book really was intended to be an erotica featuring a teenaged girl and an older man, I would agree that it violates the terms.

To a point...

MY ideals state that free speech is King. I think that a person should be free to read, write, or watch anything they want to. If a person wants to watch a movie that depicts a mass murderer going on a killing spree in gory detail, they should have that right. The movie should be labeled "not intended for anyone under 18," but then it should be up to the viewer to decide if they want to watch it. It should NEVER be up to others to decide whether or not a person can watch or even MAKE such a movie.

The same holds true for writing. I am only free to write whatever I want so long as I never plan to put it up for sale to an audience. The moment I put it up for sale, I have to change my story to fit the limitations on free speech set by those who cater to the easily offended. They cannot simply do the right thing and post a warning that says: Read at your own risk and if anything offends you TOUGH! Instead, they write rules that state: "We don't wish to offend anyone, so please don't try to publish anything that most people consider offensive."

Now I think there is enough precedent in literature and even on TV and in real life to show that - returning to the topic of my story - to show that teenaged sex does happen. To try to claim that it doesn't is ludicrous! To say that a story featuring teenaged sex should not be published is a violation in every sense of the word!

I wrote a post about this a month or so ago. I am not trying to say that books aimed at teenagers should be written the same way as erotica books are - full of sex and nothing else! But I was told that the rules of Young Adult Fiction - the stuff aimed at teens - should be highly censored. It can reference sex, but it should not contain it directly - at least not graphically.

Okay fine. I edited my only YA book that actually had sex in it to remove the sex. But this story is different. It's not intended to be YA! It's intended to be general fiction. Aimed mostly at adults. It's intended to open dialogue between mothers and their daughters, and yet I am being told that it is not allowed because apparently the terms of service state that there shall be no sex in a book featuring a minor.


The reason I'm so upset is that I don't actually expect to make a living by selling my books. It would be nice. It would be my dream come true to actually be able to support my family using my skills, but experience has proved time and again that this isn't going to happen. SO, if I'm not going to make a living by selling my books anyway, then I have no real reason to conform to the rules.  When others tell me that: "Readers won't buy books like that," I shrug. Not many people buy my books anyway.

I don't write to please others, I write to please myself. I write books that I want to read! If that makes me unpopular, then so be it.

But then I am told that having just ONE book that violates the rules will automatically get ALL my books banned. Well then so be it. If the only way to obtain one of my books is to ask for them directly from me, oh well. It's not like I was making money off of them anyway. I do this because it's what I love to do. Call me stubborn, obtuse, and my own worst enemy. It's all true, but at least I'm being true to myself...

Writing Sin - Chapter 17

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Braedon - III


How are you?” Juliana asked her brother over the phone. She knew that Braedon had told her not to worry just that morning, but she couldn't help it. Her twin was as dear to her as her very own children were. She would do anything for him!
I'm fine, Juli,” Jules assured her. “I think I really like it here.”
Is there another party going on? Or is it the same one as last night?” Juliana asked, trying to be supportive and understanding.
No parties so far... that I know of,” Jules stated. “I'm just laying in bed watching TV.” Which was half true. He was trying to watch TV, but nothing interested him. He pushed the button on the remote to turn the channel again in search of something long and without commercials.
To his relief, one of the premium channels had a decent movie on, but he couldn't remember what it was called.
Did you do anything at all today, or did you just lay in bed all day long?” Juliana asked, hoping that he wasn't moping and hiding.
Jules blushed, but decided that if his sister was going to be nosy, then he would give her a reason to stop asking questions. “If you must know, I went with Braedon to the house of a Princess who trains in new recruits. I got to have a blowjob from 7 different – ”
Okay, I get it!” Juliana hastily interrupted him.
If you don't want to hear the details, then maybe should should stop asking so many questions,” Jules pointed out smugly.
I am just worried about you!” Juliana exclaimed. “I want to make sure that you don't retreat into a shell of depression and never come out.”
Then you picked the right place to bring me,” Jules admitted. “At least here, there's quite a bit to distract me, but I also have some time alone to think things through.” Such as now...
Okay, good,” Juliana stated in relief. “I'll let you go for now, but I want you to call me at least once a day, when you have time. Otherwise I'll assume that something's wrong and call and bug you, okay?”
Yeah, okay,” Jules agreed. “Love you.”
I love you too,” Juliana murmured, sounding much less worried now, and then hung up.
Jules tossed the phone aside and stretched his naked body out a bit more comfortably as he watched the movie. It barely kept his attention, which meant that part of him was still dwelling on things he'd rather not think about.
A naked woman he didn't know walked into his room softly, sort of half startling him. He eyed her warily as she climbed onto the bed without saying a word, and then settled herself so that she was laying on top of him with her head in his lap. She made it a bit difficult to see the TV, but Jules didn't care. He was too busy hoping that she planned to do what he thought she did.
Sure enough, she started stroking his shaft with her hands and tongue, working him up slowly. Jules sighed in contentment, and grinned up at the ceiling. I could get used to this!
What the twins said flashed through his mind, and he wondered once again if he had it in him to honor the vow a King of this society made. The vow to have sex with literally everyone who asked him. A wry harrumph escaped him.
I guess the only way to find out is to try it and see!
Having decided that, he remembered that Braedon said that each member's goal was to please their bed partner, so he decided to stop simply enjoying the pleasure and give a little back to her. Conveniently, her legs were straddling his chest in a way that made it extremely easy for him to explore her with his fingers and tongue.
She purred appreciatively in response, then took his entire length into her mouth the best she could.
Braedon smiled at them fondly from the open doorway for a moment before leaving them alone. It looked like it might be a quite night, and so he had a rare opportunity to relax and maybe read a book. He was almost certain that one of his regular lovers would show up later on, but for now, the only member in the house was currently interested in Jules, and Braedon was glad! He returned to his room and got comfortable in bed.
Meanwhile, both Jules and the unknown woman were moaning from the mutual oral stimulation. He could tell that she had lots of practice sucking on a man, and did his best to please her in return. Judging by the way her legs shook, he had to be doing something right. The thought made him mentally grin in pride.
His fingers wiggled over a rough spot inside her that swelled slightly. He continued to lick her as his fingers wiggled and she responded by getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly, she gripped his shaft tightly – almost too tightly – and nearly choked on him as she squealed. A sweet fluid gushed into his mouth, completely surprising him.
He mentally chuckled because while he had experienced this phenomenon, only one of his previous girlfriends had ever let him practice on her long enough to accomplish it. The same one that liked threesomes. She'd been just about the only adventurous partner he'd ever had, and she'd also been the only one he had stayed with longer than a couple of nights.
He may well have stayed with her forever, but she got pregnant and left him because she no longer wanted to be adventurous and knew that he didn't have it in him to settle down. As a result, they'd remained friends and raised their daughter together but separately, which suited him just fine.
Sensing she had lost his attention to his thoughts, the woman who had just gushed shifted until she was laying on top of him, face to face. She tickled his neck until she was certain that he was paying attention to her once more, and then impaled herself on his shaft.
Jules grunted almost happily. He smiled up at her as she slowly began to slide up and down. She and the distraction she provided was exactly what he needed right now, and to his astonishment, he almost loved her in a way. It was confusing to the part of him that was numb with grief, but it felt so right to the rest of him.
They made love – or something very close to it – for hours before finally snuggling up and going to sleep. Jules slept peacefully for the first time in a long time. His lover's weight on him was strangely comforting.
In the morning, he woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day! This was a strange feeling for him. Even before his life fell apart, he was never really one to wake up in the morning with the energy and motivation to do something – anything! Kissing his lover but not waking her, he got out of bed and went to find something to eat.
Braedon was cooking up a jumble of meat, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns. There was nowhere near as many people to feed today, so he was only making a small amount. Jules looked around for a pot of coffee but didn't find any. He stood around hesitantly, wondering if it would be okay for him to look through the cupboards.
A man Jules didn't know strode into the kitchen looking like a zombie. He went straight for a cupboard under the counter in the corner and pulled out the coffee pot. Jules watched him lightly touch the variety of coffees with a finger until he decided to go with an organic variety that Jules had never heard of before.
Then the man pulled out a grinder to grind the beans. Just that was enough to make Jules moan from the fabulous smell. He almost drooled as he waited for the coffee to brew. Both men held onto mugs and contained themselves just long enough for the pot to brew exactly enough for the both of them before taking it and filling their mugs. The first sip evoked soft sighs of pleasure from both of them.
Braedon laughed. “You both sound like crack addicts to me!” He had already dished up a plate of food for each of them, and held them out with a smile.
Jules took the plate gratefully and immediately sat at the closest table. The unknown man took his plate and then held it off to the side as he kissed Braedon. Jules watched them curiously.
Oh man!” The woman groaned as she joined them. “That smells fantastic! I wish I had time to eat...” She knew exactly where to find a disposable travel mug so that she could fill it with coffee.
Thanks for the fun,” she murmured, kissing Jules on the cheek. “Wish I could come play with you again tonight, but sadly I'm probably not going to be able to come back for a long time.”
Why not?” Braedon wondered curiously.
Traveling around the country for work,” she stated, sounding both aggravated and pleased. “No time to tell you all the details, my King. I've gotta run!” And with that, she really did run to her car and throw on a dress before driving away.
Jules watched her go, wishing he had remembered to ask her her name before she ran off. Part of him even wished he had gotten her cellphone number so that he could talk to her if he got lonely. He dug into his breakfast with a moan of appreciation, and pushed her to the back of his mind, for now.
Considering that it was now Friday, the house was surprisingly empty for most of the day. Sometime during the afternoon, Braedon started cooking a ton of food. It was mostly simple fare – a pot roast and potatoes – but he also made a couple of side dishes and desserts. At almost exactly 5PM, people started to arrive.
Jules was surprised that no one immediately started having sex. They all got naked as they left their car – which Jules realized was probably a good idea if they had valuables that they didn't want to lose. Their nudity felt natural after he relaxed a bit.
Even so, to him, nudity equaled sex – or at the very least time to take a shower or something. Therefore, it was strange that they all dished up and started eating, chatting away like old friends. The more he listened, the more he realized that they pretty much were old friends! Even the younger ones – all fully initiated members of the society – held conversations as if they'd known the others their entire lives.
The more Jules saw, the more he liked this society! Around 7PM, everyone had eaten their fill and some lightly alcoholic drinks were made by a man who must work as a bartender because he knew them all by heart. He was also skilled at flipping bottles and putting on a show as he made the drinks. He flirtily demanded a kiss as payment anytime someone took one of the drinks he made.
Jules didn't drink anything. Not because he had a problem kissing the bartender but because he simply wasn't in the mood for alcohol. A glass of water was perfect for him at the moment.
Suddenly, the mood changed. It went from a fairly lighthearted gathering to a touchy feely one. The air itself seemed to thicken with lust until Jules could almost taste it. He felt his blood thicken as well, as if his body was already preparing to jump in bed with someone.
A pleasantly plump woman who looked about 21 years old walked up to Jules confidently. She smiled at him; her face glowing with desire. She took his hand in hers and led him towards his room.
Considering that she didn't even need to ask where his room was, he realized that it must be common knowledge somehow. He chuckled in amusement, delighted by her silent assurance that he wouldn't turn her down. In truth, at this very moment, she was utterly beautiful to him, despite not being his normal type.
She gave him such incredible pleasure that he was afraid he didn't have enough skill to pleasure her in return, but by her every indication, she thoroughly enjoyed his touch. A second woman joined them at some point, and then a third. By the time Jusles was too exhausted to go on, he had quite a few women and men in bed with him – though none of the men had insisted that he touch them.
He fell asleep long before they were finished playing. His last conscious thought was: no wonder this bed is so massive!


Nobody went home in the morning. Braedon was too occupied – he was still passed out from the many lovers in his bed – to cook, but the maid had expected this. She was being faithful to her boyfriend, and therefore had not played with anyone. As a result, she had gotten plenty of sleep, and was now cooking.
There was at least 50 people staying over – not all of which had slept in Braedon or Jules' bed, by the way – and so food was continually made throughout the day. More people arrived as the day progessed. Some of them even brought their children!
This surprised Jules, but then he realized that everyone behaved more or less normally during the day. Aside from being naked, they could be at any house party. The back yard was just full of people playing games such as volleyball or lawndarts. There was a pool for people to swim in, and several of the kids chased each other with large water guns.
This is a real community! A real group of people who actually care about each other. People who come together in friendship... and love...
Jules grinned and felt the numbness surrounding his heart start to fade a bit. He had never had many friends because he had never really felt like he belonged anywhere. I think I could get used to this!
Braedon called out to him around 6 in the evening. “Hey Jules! Your sister is on the phone!”
Jules chuckled, excused himself from the group of people he was chatting with, and rushed to his room so that he could talk with her in private. Sort of.
There was a pair of teenaged boys playing a video game in his room, but he simply ignored them and they ignored him.
Juli?” Jules said when he picked up the phone. He heard a click and knew by the sudden reduction in noise that Braedon had hung up the handset he held.
Braedon tells me that you're having fun,” Juliana stated.
I am!” Jules replied honestly. “It's been interesting meeting all these new people. I was just talking to a small business owner, an ad exec, and a farmer! Talk about a wide variety of backgrounds!”
You sound almost happy,” Juliana murmured, relieved that her twin seemed to be much better than he had been the entire month that he'd stayed at her house.
In a way, I almost am!” Jules excleimed because he was surprised to realize that it was true. “I feel like I belong here.”
I'm glad,” Juliana purred. Jules could tell that she was smiling even though he couldn't see her.
Listen, I want to get back to the party. Someone was going to show me how to play Canasta,” Jules informed her.
Juliana laughed. “We used to play Canasta as kids!”
Did we?” Jules asked, unable to recall doing so.
Yes, but you didn't like it because I always won!”
Oh! That game... Hmm... I wonder if I'll be any better at it now?”
Good luck,” Juliana wished with a laugh. “I love you.”
Love you too, sis.” Jules smiled at the phone after he had hung it up for a few minutes. He felt blessed to have a sister that loved him so much that she would actually call up an ex that she had treated badly just to help him out. Not to mention that she wasn't judging him for anything he was doing here even though it was all stuff she personally thought was immoral.
Humming, he returned to the party. The first thing he noticed was that the back yard had turned into a campground in the few minutes he was gone. He stood at the rail of the balcony and watched what was going on.
First of all, no one had brought children younger than five without at least one older sibling to look after them. This meant that all of the children had set up tents in a somewhat secluded area of the back yard. They were now having their own party – which was not so surprisingly louder than the main party. They all seemed to get along, and there were plenty of older children to keep an eye on all the younger kids.
Secondly, of the adults that had set up tents, they were slowly pairing off and disappearing into them. Others started a bonfire, and plenty of people were simply hanging out and talking about anything and everything.
Ah!” Jules remarked in enlightenment. Suddenly it made sense how 50 people had managed to spend the night in a house that only had room for 20 or 30 people, depending on how many people could squeeze into each bed – or onto the furniture. “I wonder how many people are here now?”
At least 200,” Braedon answered, startling him.
Did you plan all this?” Jules wondered.
Uuummm... yes and no. I did not plan it so much as I knew that anyone who wanted to would show up. This is pretty common. Sometimes we have only 20 or 30 people come over on a weekend, and every now and then we have all of the close to 1000 people in this region show up. But on those weekends, generally someone has taken the time to plan out an official party,” Braedon explained. “This here? This is about average. Maybe a little more than average.” He shrugged.
Wow!” Jules simply loved the idea of having a party every weekend, and not the kind of party that relied heavily on alcohol! This was more like his childhood when his parents took him to a trailer at a campground full of other trailers next to a lake. Only everyone was naked...
A woman in her 30s walked up to them. “Good evening, my King.”
Good evening, Gwen” Braedon returned the greeting with a smile.
Gwen traced a finger from Jules' collar bone down past his belly button. Jules gulped to wet his suddenly dry throat. This woman might possibly be the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen!
Using the railing of the balcony, Gwen climbed up Jules until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms clung to his neck.
Braedon chuckled at the look on Jules' face – which was a cross between Oh wow! and Dear God, forgive me for I am about to sin!
Have fun!” Braedon bade. Jules just barely remembered to nod in acknowledgement before he carried the gorgeous woman towards his room.
Gwen finally decided that the time was right to kiss Jules, which prompted Braedon to call after them. “Oh! And watch out! Gwen bites!”
Gwen chuckled throatily. “You better believe it!”
Jules moaned as she proved this fact to him by biting his bottom lip. A tiny stinging indicated that she'd drawn blood, but she immediately began to lick it up. He groaned and then practically ran the rest of the way to his room.
Gwen opted to forgo foreplay and pushed him onto his back the moment they landed on his bed. She straddled him, riding him almost frantically until she sensed that he was close to finishing. Abruptly, she stopped, dismounted, and occupied herself with biting his nipples.
Jules groaned in response to the way she abandoned him just as he was getting ready to pump her full. Then he inhaled a sizzling breath in response to her mild abuse of his nipples. Determined to continue, he rolled her under him and slid right back inside her.
She laughed, enjoying the way he pounded into her. If the bed had not been so sturdy, he almost certainly would have been banging it into the wall! Growling like a kitten, she bit his shoulder and dug her nails into his back.
Oh shit! Gwen's in here, better find somewhere else!” Someone exclaimed. A couple of others giggled in agreement, and then the entire group disappeared.
Jules laughed. “It seems you have quite the reputation!”
They are wimps! Just because I like it rough...” Gwen trailed off, grinning at him. She then pushed him away.
He thought she was tired of him until she got onto her hands and knees and patted her ass. Jules entered her eagerly, trying to be gentle. She rocked into him roughly, encouraging him to bang into her. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris, causing her to get noticeably tighter around him.
Jules pounded into her until he felt ready to pump her full, but she had other ideas. She forced him to stop, which was frustrating even as he wondered what she planned to do next. She pushed him onto his back again, but this time, she straddled his face.
At her command, Jules began to fuck her with his tongue. She rubbed herself as he did this and practically sang from the pleasure. Her hips moved jerkily for quite some time, which thankfully gave him air when he needed to take a breath. Suddenly, she pushed herself into his mouth as much as possible, squealing as fluid gushed from her.
Jules gulped it down, waiting for her to stop shaking before he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. Pinning her down with his body, he located her wet opening, and then entered her in one smooth thrust. He held her arms captive in an attempt to give her the truly rough sex that she craved as he rammed into her over and over.
She loved every moment, but that didn't stop her from biting his arm and sucking his blood as he did his best to fuck her into the bed. Much later, Jules was finally allowed to pump her full, which he did with a roar of satisfaction. He gasped repeatedly for air as he collapsed on top of her.
She purred happily as he drifted off to sleep. She would have prefered that he get violent with her, but considering that he wasn't even a member of her society, he did surprisingly well! She was almost ready to go to sleep too!
A man chuckled almost menacingly. “It looks like you have been naughty, Gwen!”
Gwen whimpered. She wasn't actually a slave, but she was submissive. She hadn't realized that her Dom was watching them. He wouldn't be mad at her for having sex with someone other than him, but he would pretend to be so that he could punish her. Mentally, she was grinning in anticipation, but on the outside, she pretended to be afraid of her impending punishment.
Jules was passed out by this time, and had no idea that they used his bed right next to him. He barely even noticed when Gwen wiggled out from underneath him.
Gwen whimpered again as her Dom forced her to accept his dick as far down her throat as possible. He held the back of her neck and forceably thrust in and out of her mouth. To an observer, it looked like he didn't care in the slightest if she choked, but he knew that she was used to this and wouldn't actually be hurt.
You naughty bitch! You dared to try being dominant with him? If he hadn't pinned you down, I would have had to whip you!”
She almost chuckled as she realized that he must have been watching her all the way back when she straddled Jules' face. She hummed an apology, savoring the taste of him. He tasted like he had been inside at least one other woman, but hadn't yet cum. She knew that he loved to save it for her to swallow. His balls tightened in a clear signal that he was ready to coat her throat.
When they were done, they curled up together and fell asleep.

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