Burning The Candle At Both Ends Part 3

Chapter 244-2

Burning The Candle At Both Ends

Part 3

 

Once we had eaten and put our dishes into the dishwasher we made our way to the awaiting tub. At first I thought the boys would feel uncomfortable about us grooming them, instead, they were very excited about it. Then again it helped by getting acquainted first and Rhoda dosing us with her Kool-Aid enhanced sex herbs the boys were very much aroused.

They had no problem with wanting us to bathe them or us for that matter, in fact, they were more than willing to do it for us showing us how they like us to do it. When it came to Rhoda’s turn they were a little shy, well except Jessie who had already had gotten acquainted on the couch. He wanted it to do it again, but he had to be fair and let his two older brothers have a turn.

The two boys Daniel and Terrance found out kissing a girl was far different then kissing a boy, but now they liked doing both and couldn’t wait to kiss their Dad, asking me if I had kissed him when I nodded that I had. They gave me each a fist bump. It was now Jessie’s turn to learn how to kiss me. He was all for it, now that he had kissed Rhoda and wanted to experience it for himself.

Rhoda had something else in mind with the two boys, as she straddled Terrance and told him to relax that they were just going to have sex, asking him if he had sex with his Mom. He nodded said. “Lots of times, it's just it’s the first time being with a girl like you and not as old as Mom.”

She giggled. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Most women don’t like it when you tell them how old they are… we simply say a more mature woman.” He asked politely if he needs a condom first. She said. “No, but thanks for asking you should always ask first, so you know what kind of girl she is if she says no and she’s my age or younger. You should be wary and ask why before having sex with her.

“The reason I said no was that I am wearing a girl’s condom which is called a diaphragm, which prevents me from getting pregnant; plus my pills that I take now since I am no longer pregnant, but like to have sex a lot. Would you like to see it? Which you should say yes because the girl you’re with could be lying.”

He said yes, and she got up and stood before him and took it out and handed to him. She showed him how to clean and test it, telling him if there are bubbles underneath it or pinhole that water drips from it. It means it isn’t any good and should not be used. Any girl that says differently shouldn’t be trusted; because if you do she wants you to take the chance of getting her pregnant. 

He nodded and cleaned it for her and checked it, finding it in very good condition she said she can wear it up to 6 hours if need be without giving her an infection. She put it back in as he watched where she put it. She said. “Not to worry it doesn’t hurt me and it most guys can’t feel it,” asking him if he was ready to test it out.  He nodded, and she did it with his other two brothers so they could learn about girls….

So they would say in a roundabout way in terms people would say. I, however, wish someone would have gone over the basics as Rhoda did, it would have made things for me a little easier. Once we had bathed we drained and cleaned the tub, while Rhoda placed our clothes into the dryer, having the boys get out their homework hearing them groan. She simply said. “Not to fret boys it won’t seem like homework when I am doing it with you.”

I was very intrigued by what her idea was, or if it would actually work. It was hard enough seeing her naked as it would be a distraction to me. She quickly had them tell her what they needed to do which was like most teachers having to answer the questions at the end of the chapter; boring and very dry reading.

Stringum always believed in a good education could make or break a person. He broke it down by, making sure everyone in our group had, our own school books and supplies as if we were going to college. Plenty of food to feed our brains, and warm clothing in good repair, unlike the clothing my parents had forced me and Aaron to wears where our sisters got the best money could buy, but most importantly a roof over our heads.

Rhoda told the boys to get out their index cards; the two older boys were in their freshmen year in high school, while their younger brother Jessie was in his last year of middle school. Jessie was the only one that really had any homework since the end of the term was next Wednesday. Which meant they either need to work on a test, or finish some book report; making Rhoda’s job even easier this time around. It was mostly reading a boring chapter.

Rhoda liked reading out loud whereas I didn’t. She gave me a weak smile as she lay down on the floor; on the boy's makeshift bed. Instead of her reading to them, they had to read to her. Each paragraph got 1 minute to kiss her and if they read 3 pages, and answered 3 questions from the back of the book they got to spend 10 minutes on her sweet spot.

Completing all of the assignments got the big prize which was sex, which really got the boys going into a flurry of papers and books at the table to collect their prizes. Talk about an incentive, as she and I walked around the table making sure they were actually doing their homework, again it wasn’t much and we promised them they could sleep in here tonight watching two videos of their choice then it was lights out.

It did take long for them to finish their homework as I made a big bowl of popcorn and got ready for a movie night with the boys watching them trying to decide on which movies they wanted to watch. Rhoda made a quick tour of the house checking windows and door’s making sure everything is the way it supposed to be. I questioned why we bothered considering we lived in a gated community where we had guards walking the estate and very high and well-guarded fences, and the snow was quite deep in most places where it hasn’t been shoveled off.

The boys picked Herby the love bug and a vampire movie, thinking we would say no or Rhoda wouldn’t want to watch a scary movie. Yet we told them they could watch anything they like, plus the fact we both liked scary movies, vampires were our favorite and Herby was always fun to watch not knowing what that crazy car was going to do and what kind of trouble he was about to get into. Rhoda liked curling up in my arms as we took the couch letting the boys wrap themselves in their makeshift beds on the floor in front of the TV and with a nice roaring fire to keep us warm and provide additional light in the room.

It was the same routine when it comes to having a nice warm bath and a nice hot meal, how quickly you become tired and very satisfied as the boys dozed off before the second movie ended as we tipsy toe out of the room allowing Rhoda to place a kiss on each of the boys. Telling us we were the best babysitters ever, getting an extra kiss from Rhoda telling them each how happy that made her.  We made our way down to their parent’s room and smiled when she said. “Now it’s my turn to please my husband,” as she closed the bedroom door looking very beautiful standing naked before me.

I slept like a baby and didn’t wake once until I smelled French toast and sausages wharfing its way into the bedroom as well as the vacuum cleaner in the living room. I turned to look at the clock and groaned seeing it was almost ten, feeling very lazy considering I had let myself sleep in while everyone else was busy cleaning the house and preparing breakfast. 

I quickly showered and put on a robe, which was the only thing I was allowed to wear in the house, after promising their parents that Rhoda and I were to live as nudists so the boys could feel comfortable about living a normal nudist lifestyle, which was why we were getting paid more than most babysitters would get, being as they seem to have a problem with nudity. To think not so long ago I could be counted as one them.

When I entered the main part of the house, I noticed the boys and Rhoda were all dressed in waist robes, making me feel a little overdressed. Yet no one said anything as Rhoda kissed me good morning and had me sit at the table while she served me herself personally. She said. “I promised the boys if we did our chores and had our homework done we could go sledding down the mountain and spend the day outside. Instead of being cooped up in the house all day. I figured we could make us lunch and a big thermos full of hot chocolate.”

I nodded said it sounded fun, considering I hadn’t been sledding in a very long time. In fact, the last I had gone with my mothers ward up Santaquin canyon where they had left me behind and I ended walking home 10 miles down the canyon alone and cold. Bishop Clark royally had a cow when he found out about it, making sure that never happened again by setting a precedence that a roll or headcount would be taken before any activity and after any activity that involved leaving the church house.

My father always joked about it stating I should have learned a valuable lesson. That it was no mistake; in fact, it proved that nobody wanted me there in the first place.  In truth he was right when it concerned him, being he was the one that never wanted me. Yet I did make me more cautious in regards if it was indeed done on purpose as a favor for my father.

Even my mother didn’t seem to concern about it considering I was used to walking great distances all the time. My grandmother, however, wasn’t all that happy about it, in fact, it was her that gave Bishop Clark a tongue lashing and when she was done she gave my mother one and then me for letting it happen without telling anyone about it before it was too late.

After we had eaten a nice hot breakfast and the chores and the homework was all done, and a mean completely so we wouldn’t have to do any of it on Sunday so we could have a nice day without having to worry about it. We dressed warm and grabbed the sleds from the garage and headed out. It wasn’t a far walk, but Rhoda and I decided we take their Dads car anyway; that way if something went wrong we could have transportation when we needed it, plus we wouldn’t have to carry anything.

I hated snow because it was always a reminder of my father and what he likes to do too me in it, which aren’t fond memories. Instead, they are nightmares of him trying to kill me in it by suffocating me in it as he beats me in it with his fists against my cold naked body. When I mean naked; I mean, without a shirt or shoes nor socks; wearing nothing but my jeans which had been soaked as well the rest of my body after being thrown in a very cold shower and dragged outside soaking wet.

My mother too would help by making sure I remained in those clothes without a warm blanket or allowed to dry off. They didn’t care if I had caught cold or hypothermia nor did they care if I have gotten really sick. In fact, all they cared about was if someone cared enough to call family services on them. Then when that happened they lied and said the neighbors are just trying to get them in trouble, yet it only worked until those neighbors took pictures.

In fact, it was how I met Stringum. I had run away from home or more, in fact, I had gotten away, from my father. Being scrawny and having luck on my side that day as my father slipped on a patch of ice and my mother didn’t have a very good hold on me.

I took off down the road and Stringum was out doing a delivery when he saw me in my wet jeans, shirtless and barefoot. He pulled over knowing who I was and knowing who my father was as well as the kind of man he was. He didn’t hastate to take me back to his store, and cleaned me up, making sure I was warm, dry and well fed. He had called family services many times, but my parents were very good at lying and without real proof, they weren’t willing to do much; which was why our neighbors were taking pictures and opening their doors to me and my brother.

Winter was the hardest when it comes to finding foster homes unless it was close to Thanksgiving or Christmas, then people remembered children and families. When it was afterward people wanted nothing more than an extra paycheck to fix what they spent during the holidays. Which was one of the reasons I bounced more often during the winter then I did the rest of the year. Yes, I hated snow, and I had reason enough to hate it.

Today however I tried to put the past in the past and enjoy an afternoon with my wife Rhoda and the boys. Yet the memories always plagued me. I hated the snow, seeing blood in it and realizing that blood was coming from me as my nosebleed, causing me to panic and going into an episode, as I stood there screaming at my parents and begging them to stop beating me. Rhoda knew what to do, which was to make sure everyone was out of my way and let it plays out, or if I couldn’t come out of it she would tranquilize me, which she did finding my self laying in my bed at my cabin with Stringum and Bishop Earl guarding the door with another tranq in their hands just in case.

Stringum cursed as he paced my room. Telling Bishop Earl the reason why the episode happened in the first place. They considered themselves lucky that it wasn’t a storm class episode where they would have to worry about me killing them or harming someone. Bishop Earl said. “Don’t remind me,” stating he had seen me have one of those, and he hoped he would never have too again. Once they; knew I was me again they released me and took me back to Rhoda where she was waiting for me with the boys.

Nobody said anything other to ask if I was alright; well not until Rhoda had me inside their parent's bedroom giving me a serious tongue lashing demanding to know why a simple nose bleed caused me to have an episode scaring the crap out of her and the boys. 

However, once I explained myself, she said. “Ok no more secrets and no more of this idea where we don’t talk about your past life. I am your wife I should, and I have the right to know everything, the bad and the good; instead of you always trying to hide it.” I simply agreed, but I knew me and I knew I wouldn’t. We stayed in the house watching videos by the fire and eating snack foods and cold soda.

We had a simple dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup which was perfect for a day that was cold outside. We turned in early so we could go to church. We had decided to go to the LDS ward only and skip the satanic church, not wanting to spend all day in church, nor did we want to mingle with them. Mom would be pleased, but Dad wouldn’t because we had a duty to be there regardless if we felt uncomfortable with the things they preach.

It was more than just a show and tell, but too me I wanted normalcy. Whatever that was, and the fact neither Mom nor Dad was here to tell me what to do. We didn’t stay through all of it. Just sacrament meeting, skipping the other two altogether and went home. Being as it was Sunday with most of our parents gone we were invited to dinner at Bishop Earls place, which was more than fine with us because it meant we didn’t have to cook, which was a win, win situation.