Compromise Part 3

Chapter 77-2

Compromise

Part 3

 

I soon realized Susan’s plan when I walked out into the hallway naked; seeing my father sitting on the bed in his room. He growled at me saying. “I told you G, d’t! that I will not allow you to walk around the house without F’n cloths on boy when I am home,”

Susan grinned telling him I had asked her to join me in the shower. Making the situation even worse than it actually was, but she got the reaction she wanted. Watching my father reach for his belt; only to have my mother step in front me and shove me behind her defending me once again. Stating Susan had on purpose put her self in the position, by taking it upon her self to watch me shower and had taken my clothes and anything to cover me up with.

Susan looked appalled telling him my mother was lying, that I had left my clothes on my bed on purpose. Before I climbed into the shower, and she was using the bathroom when I walked in and asked her to join me, like one of my immoral hillbillies foster sisters.

Mom smiled said calmly. “Is that why your clothes are wet?” Pointing to the spots on her nightgown; Susan blushed bright red said I had splashed her before she could get away. My father knew she was lying, seeing that her front was a lot wetter then her back having her turn around. Asked her if it was true?

Susan lied said it wasn’t asked. “Who are you going to believe Daddy? Filthy liars, that do this as if it was perfectly ok to run naked out in public or your innocent sweet daughters that are forced to see immorality at its worst?”

Mom gasped said. “Innocent like hell, having been caught red-handed several times spying on boys at school in the locker room while they shower. Telling us you accidentally walked into the wrong shower room, with a couple of friends, so you could see boys penises.

“giggling in your room every time your brother walks by naked after you sat on the edge of the tub to watch him shower and try to degrade him and embarrass him and took anything that might cover him up so he would have to walk back to his room naked or grab a towel in the hallway where you can both see him more clearly, innocent my a*s.” Susan started crying saying it was all lies, she has never been so humiliated in her entire life.

I knew they were fake tears, so did my mother. Yet she was Daddy’s girl even more so since my mother had switched sides. My father pulled her close to him letting her cry on his shoulder. Giving hateful stares at me and my mother, my father yelled the next time he’s sees my naked a*s, he was going to make it bleed and damn the consequences.

Kissing Susan on the head telling her to go to bed and he’d be down to tuck her in. Once again Susan got away with it. Watching my father take off his belt and lunge for me, but with my mother standing in the way pushing me into my room and slammed my door closed.

Though the noises were muffled, I could still hear them fighting, hearing my mother tell him “Your sleeping on the coach, I refuse to have you anywhere near me, when it is plain as day your daughters are lying, just to get you angry to do something stupid, because they have you wrapped around their little finger. Now get out of my room!”

Love is a like a candle flame. Sometimes it is bright enough to light a room, other times it lays vacant collecting dust. My parent’s marriage reminds me of a candle that has long gone out. I knew that was mine and my brother’s fault. It wasn’t the first time or the last time I had thought this. Yet it was hard to watch and always made me and my brother wish that my mother had given us up for adoption instead of giving up her love for my father, but I also knew there was nothing we could do to change it. It was what it was.

My father was gone when I got up and sat at the breakfast table. Mom was melancholy and trying to hide the black eye my father had given her, I knew it was my fault. I should have remained quiet instead of getting back at my sister for trying to embarrass me while I was taking my shower. After all, it isn’t the first time I had ever had an audience while I bathed or skinny dipped, one more person wasn’t going to make a lick of differences. So I apologized to my mother for having to defend me and my sister for my inappropriate comment.

Mom told me I had done nothing wrong. Susan and Becky left the table telling me “apology not accepted, Mamma should kick both Aaron and you out of the house and never come back, so it could go back to the way it was when you weren’t here. Maybe then Mamma and Daddy wouldn’t fight anymore having Daddy sleep out on the streets like a common criminal when he had done nothing wrong.”

Mom growled angrily said, “that wasn’t ever going to happen.” Telling them to go get dressed we were going to the pool; hearing Aaron cheer giving me a big fist bump and my sister’s whine that they rather spend the day with their father.

It was soon obvious where we were going when Mom made a left turn towards the canyon instead of a right turn towards the freeway. Stopping at the bottom of the hill at the stop sign, looked over at Aaron and me and smiled, instead of making another right that would take us to town and to the church house or the freeway. She giggled and said “what the hell, the pool would be crowded anyway,” making a left turn towards up the canyon road.

The girls screaming; “no, Mamma! You said we were going swimming?” Aaron giving me a high five, Mom turned around to face the girls. “Oh, we're going swimming alright,” Giggling. “We just won’t be needing bathing suits.” I could see my sisters blush bright red.

Susan told her. “Daddy going to be so mad when we tell him we went skinny dipping.”

Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, “Your father will just have to get over it.”

Like my foster parents, Mom didn’t force my sisters to go skinny dipping, it was their choice if they wanted to or not, but Mom didn’t exclude herself or us boys. Watching us run naked to the new tire swing. It didn’t matter how many times our sisters saw us, it still made them blush bright red; even more so when Mom followed after us, without a stitch on yelling cannonball, making the biggest splash of all us that soaked my sisters sitting under a shade tree still fully dressed. Mom tried to get them to come into the water, but they didn’t make a move.

Mom growled angrily and got out of the water and picked Susan up and threw her in clothes and all. Was about to do the same to Becky only to watch her flee towards the car. Mom laughed wiggling the car keys where her clothes laid scattered with ours. Told me to help her, Susan screaming “run,” but it was too late. Mom grabbed her around the waist forcing her to let go of the car handle. I grabbed her feet, having her kick me and scream like she was being killed. Mom lost her grip having her fall to the ground, but Mom was stronger than she looked, and tackled her. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying as Mom removed her clothes fast as lightning. Tickling her like she likes to do to me and Aaron. While I watched her roll in the dirt workings free every stitch as if she had done it a hundred times.

When she was done Mom picked her up and threw over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes holding her legs and feet and threw her into the lake. Mom wasn’t worried if Susan and Becky could swim, besides the lake wasn’t deep until you got further out. Becky quickly surfaced choking water out, her perfect curly hair ruined, when she noticed that her breast was showing, well what they were of them only being 12- years old. She quickly screamed and ducked beneath the water to cover herself up. Her face was redder than a tomato with arms covering her in case anyone could see her. Turned around and cried that she was naked and it was all our fault, Daddy going to punish all of us.

Mom laughed getting back into the water, telling her to get over herself. She can scream and cry all she wants, nobody’s going to care or hear her up here. Dove for Susan giggling having Susan scream at the top of her lungs. Only to be caught before she could get out; telling her she either takes them off our walks home in wet clothes. Susan yelling for all she’s worth, but when Mom wants something she always gets it, growling. “I gave you and your sister a chance to swim in your bathing suits, but instead you refused to do either. So I am making the choice for you.”

Like Becky, she kicked and screamed like she was being killed. Mom throwing her wet clothes onto the shore, when she was done she got out of the water and laid Susan’s clothing to dry on the front of the car and Becky’s she folded up next to them. She smiled seeing my sisters swimming close together and getting deeper to prevent us from seeing them. Mom jumped in a yelling cannonball and the game of tag was on.

My sisters still refused to join us, but Mom and knew sooner or later they were going have to get out. I knew my mother and she could be quite stubborn and I knew she wouldn’t make it easy for them; she was determined to nip the problem in the butt if it took all day she was willing to wait. Aaron and I played frizz-be and tossed the ball around; while we sunbathed in the sun with Mom, while we waited for my sisters to get out. I could see their teeth chattering, telling them it was nice and warm in the sun. They had lost their blushes long ago as they watched our naked bodies play in the sun.

Mom told them several times we weren’t leaving until my sisters came out of the water on their own, well us kids weren’t leaving. It was almost 4 pm. Mom and us boys had long since dressed asking politely several times if my sisters were ready to get out. My sisters yelled telling her they were more than ready, to go home. Mom smiled said. “Well, you know where your clothes are?” Setting them on the ground in front of the car; told them they could stay in there all night, but none of us were going to bring them to them or cover our eyes or turn our backs.

Mom wanted payback, more so for Susan who would turn 15 this coming July lying to our father. I told Mom it wasn’t necessary. That I wasn’t in the least embarrassed and suffered a lot worse than having my little sister spy on me in the shower, but Mom wasn’t about to let it go on any longer. Mom said. “Fine” when they refused to get out. Told me to make a fire and she would go home and bring back some food, we could cook on it, so she placed their clothes in the car. In case they came out while Aaron and I gathered firewood and made a campfire.

There was still plenty of daylight, but I told Mom once again that it wasn’t necessary, but she had already made up her mind. It was a short drive so I let her go. Personally, I was more worried about making the schedule phone calls providing if my stubborn sisters wouldn’t get out, but Mom was right fair was fair.

Mom hadn’t been gone more than five minutes when my sisters got closer to the shore; only to yell at Aaron and me for making a mockery of them and that my father was going to beat the crap out us when they tell them that we had raped them. I knew it was a threat and I knew my father would believe them, but neither was I scared of them or my father.

I yelled back. “The only way that was going to happen if you come out of the water.” Susan growled pointing Becky over to the bushes, hoping to hide behind them. I shook my head and took a seat on a nice log and poked at the fire. Aaron told me what they were doing. I whispered “I know,” letting them play their little game.

Personally, I don’t know what they were so concerned about. My foster sisters and both my mothers had bigger breast then they have. They could have been almost considered to be boys as flat chest’ ed as they were. Susan had barely enough for a training bra if that. Jody herself hadn’t grown little more than Susan’s. According to both my mothers and Grandma, they most likely wouldn’t show much until their reach their 19th birthday more so after their first child, but what did I know, I am a guy and to me, it wasn’t a big deal.

Mom soon came back, but she wasn’t alone. Having Officer Kenly and his family pull up behind her watching my sisters scream from embarrassment when he noticed them getting back into the water. Like me, he paid them no mind, helped Mom with a large cooler, when I looked up from the fire to help Mom.

Officer Kenly daughters Rebecca and Jane screamed with joy being about the same age as my sisters and their younger brother Tony as they cannonball into the water all naked as the day they were born. Aaron wasted no time in joining them dropping his trunks where he was sitting. Officer Kenly set to his task and pulled out tents asking me to give him a hand while his wife and my mother prepared dinner. I was told that he had already called my foster Dad and my mother talked with my grandmother so there was no need to worry. I sighed with relief and said thanks and helped with our impromptu camp-out.

It was just what my sisters needed as they went deeper into the water as our two families decided to make even harder for them. Well, that’s the way they saw it. Personally, I don’t know what the big deal was the more the merrier. It was Officer Kenly’s wife’s idea that we make it a fun experience for everybody hoping that in some ways it would make my sisters realize how much fun it can be instead of worrying about being embarrassed over nothing.  All I saw were problems, when came to my sisters, Mom told me not to worry about it or my father. I said.” right, Mom you know he’s going take out on us once he finds out.” Mom shrugged her shoulders, sending me out to join them.

Mom like me had gotten over her shyness, only blushed a little when Officer Kenly joined us with a bathing suit even though he had done so without with her in our presence. When Mom figured that Officer Kenly didn’t want to embarrass my sisters even more since neither of them was used to seeing a full grown man naked up close and personal compared to books and magazines. I doubted my father even knew that she had seen my foster Dad skinny dip a time or two in the same canyon we are in right now, but in fact, it was Dad and Shane that hung the tire swing.

My sisters were not having a good day. If it wasn’t for the sky darkening as the sun was making its way over the mountain. I would have seen their bright red faces when Officer Kenly got in the water. We still had plenty of daylight according to my watch; it was barely 5:30 if that. I knew if my sisters stayed in the water they would be prunes and I didn’t care.

The Kenly family was just as tan as me and my brother, only ones that were embarrassed was my two sisters. Even with sides almost equal when it came to guys and girls. My sisters still felt embarrassed. I personally knew how they felt, remembering how hard it was for me to accept the fact there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

It was Officer Kenly wife that made the first move as I watched her swim over to them. Mom too joined her, putting her arm around Susan, but Susan wasn’t having any part of it; calling my mother a harlot for seeing other men without their shirts on. In many ways I felt sorry for my mother, she was only trying to help put right a mistake her and my father had made, but Susan felt betrayed. When Mom got out she was crying, I hated to see her cry, she didn’t deserve to be treated like a criminal, The fact that Susan and Becky had seen all there was to see many times over didn’t change the facts.

Many times she had asked my father to spend time with her alone with her like they did when first got married she even tried on several occasions to get him to go skinny dipping just the two of them, but he had refused, he would even get angry if she walked in on while he was bathing. Mom said he was a fun guy and thought he would be a great father, but that soon changed when Aaron and I were born. Something inside of him just snapped when I was born, he became the mean monster that wanted nothing to do with me.

She thought if she could send me away that things would get better, and they were. That’s when she began to hate me because I always brought out the worst in him. Life was good again even more so after Susan was born than it soured once more with Aaron. She tried everything, but my father just wanted nothing to do with us. When Becky was born it got better, but Aaron was a reminder of me, but she refused to send him away like she did with me hoping to work it out.