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CHAPTER 58: HELEN HAWKINS (… OR STILLSON?)

It was full minutes later before Helen even began to shift. With the monitor muted, the stead white line moving from left to right on the screen, Stella was gone, finally separated from the pain and the agony of her end. But, Helen didn’t stop whispering and kissing, even longer than those minutes. When a nurse came to the other side of the bed and touched her shoulder, she looked up at the doctor, and then dropped her head back to Stella’s shoulder for one last moment. With a kiss to her cheek, she carefully eased off the bed, as though afraid of waking her friend who finally found peace. She bent over to place a kiss on the lips, then turned to us and literally fell, stumbling into our arms. We moved her to the other bed and took up support on either side of her. Finally, she was free to release her emotions and she did, openly and nearly wailing her grief and sorrow while Mom and I quietly wept with her. Our pain being for our little girl who we now held in our arms and rocked her in unison, kissing her hair, and stroking her back.

When we could, we helped her to Tim’s car; we decided to leave mine, which Helen had been using, in the hospital garage for the night. We would retrieve it sometime tomorrow. For now, we were more concerned and intent on Helen.

Arriving home, I was and wasn’t surprised to see Tim waiting up for us despite the late, late hour and his need to be in the office the next morning. He was going to be wiped out tomorrow at work, but he too made the choice for Helen. While we settled her onto the sofa in the family room, Tim fixed her a double Jack Daniels and a single for each of us. It might be crude, but she needed to be numbed to help her mind stop long enough for some much needed sleep. Once she was done with her drink, Tim picked her up in his arms while Mom and I scurried around closing and locking doors and turning off lights. We stripped our girl out of her clothes, thinking this had to have been the longest she has been in clothes for a long, long time. She was eased into the middle of the bed and we joined her, sandwiching her between Tim to her front and Mom to her back with me reaching over Mom to offering what I intended to be soothing strokes.

I think we all said a silent prayer that she would finally have a restful and peaceful night.

When morning came and the alarm sounded, it was pretty much like most mornings around our home. Mom was up with coffee made and getting a breakfast organized for Tim. We talked and evidently very intently because we were both surprised when Tim came up behind us as we stood at the patio door with our coffee mugs. His two hands lovingly patted our asses and stoked up our back to our necks and he kissed each of us in turn. I love being naked and the availability it presents for intimate touches like this whenever we are close to someone in the family.

It was pretty much like any morning except there was no Helen. She was often the last to struggle out of bed and that we true today. But today there was no sign of life from her any time soon. Tim reported that she was dead to the world but she was also lost in the top sheet pulled tightly up to her chin, her knees pulled up into a protective fetal position.

Mom and I were standing on the drive after Tim had pulled out and headed down the dirt road. We weren’t really saying anything, just standing there next to each other looking across the road and over the range land on the other side. I think we were still numb ourselves from the experience of the past days. And, concerned for Helen. A truck went by and we heard the tires slide on the dirt and gravel as it came to a stop, then backing up and stopping at the end of the drive. Of course, it was Harry. They were the only other house on this dead end road. And, of course, he stopped on the dirt road and didn’t pull into the driveway. And, the significance of that being that he was making us walk out to the road naked.

Mom and I walked up to the open window of his pickup truck, although delicately with bare feet on the gravel of the road. We only casually glanced up the road in the direction of the County road.

“Sorry, ladies. It would have been more polite of me to pull into the driveway, but …”

I chuckled, “We know, Harry. You just like getting us naked out onto the public road, even it is a dead end.”

He smiled, “If it really bothered you, you wouldn’t come out here.” We laughed, he had us there. “The word about Miss Stella is spreading across the country the fastest I have seen news pass through before. How is Helen doing?”

“We haven’t seen her up, yet.” Harry craned to look around me, causing Mom and me to turn to see what took his attention from us. Helen was jogging down the drive with Kaycee alongside her. She was wearing her short running shorts and sports bra. She didn’t even say anything to Harry or us as she hit the dirt road and headed toward the County Road. “Helen!”

She only yelled over her left shoulder, “Going for a run … be gone for a while.”

We were expecting her to need some time to adjust and recover, to work her feeling out, and to get her emotions in check. This was different. This was like she wanted no contact. We all three shrugged with a bit of mutual bewilderment. This was so un-Helen-like, we didn’t know if we should be concerned or not. So we did the only thing we could do, wait it out. I mean, how long could her run be? When we got back to the house, Cody and Jackson were waiting expectantly for us so we went in to get out socks and shoes for our own run with the boys. Nothing like being with the dogs to take our minds off a worry, at least for a little while.

We came back from the back of the property and there was still no evidence of Helen. That’s was a long run if that’s what she was doing. A half an hour later Mom and I were working in one of the flower beds when Kaycee came trotting around the side of the house. We looked at each other and then looked between the patio door to the house and the side of the house, but no Helen showed. We sat down on the grass next to the flowers we were fussy over. Do we go in and confront her or continue to give her the opportunity to come to us? We wanted to give her the space she needed, but we were concerned. Despite her unusual behavior, it was not rude to us. We knew we had to give her time. The wild card in our thinking was her past. We were tempted to evaluate her reactions to Stella’s death based on our experience and life with her over what was now almost a year. But Mom was quick to point out that she was much more complicated than that. Her eighteen years before we even knew her was a significant impact that we couldn’t effectively evaluate. Although we believed her time with us was powerful and stabilizing, the time before was eighteen times longer and possibly that much more potentially powerful when reopened and unleashed.

And, just then, she came out the sliding door onto the patio. Kaycee had been waiting patiently with us, getting his ears scratched and strokes from us. Despite our being naked and relaxed, he had made no move towards us. And, I was next to positive that Helen hadn’t mated him since being back. Even he sensed a deeper need for her. But, once she came out, he went immediately to her. She wasn’t in running clothes, any long. She had changed and was now in her riding gear, boots, jeans, tee-shirt, and hat. She walked right past us headed for the horses, specifically Eclipse.

Mom spoke up as she past us not twenty feet away, “Helen? We’d like to help if we can.”

That stopped her. She stood there just past us and looking into the back of the property. I could see her upper body expanding and falling in heavy breaths. She raised her face to the sky and took off the cowboy hat, letting her face bask in the sun. She slowly turned to us and we could now see her cheeks wet from tears. We both jumped up and took her into our arms, encasing her between us. She just sobbed; her head fell forward onto our arms, which were around her shoulders in front. We just stood there and held her, not saying anything, not asking, and not seeking anything from her. Her sobs turned to crying and then to wailing. Her body shook from the effort. And we just held her, hoping this would finally release some the grief from her.

She pulled herself together somewhat and took a step back. We would have gladly just held her for hours if she would let us. But, she didn’t or couldn’t. She said she had things to work out, emotions to come to grips with, thoughts to make sense of, and decisions to make. She turned and went to her horse and rode off in the range land to the back. Why wouldn’t she talk to us? Things to work out? Emotions, thoughts, decisions? What was happening?

Later in the afternoon, she came whipping back through, showered, changed, and asked if she could have Mom’s pickup. She wanted to spend the night at Anne and Betty’s. She didn’t even want to be home, now? Or … and I didn’t know that I wanted to think more about that … was this all a lot bigger than we had thought?

That night the world’s very axis seemed to have somehow been knocked off kilter. Mom was a mess, not knowing if she was over-reacting or not taking it seriously enough. I wasn’t far behind her. When Tim finally arrived home and found us naked but just sitting at the kitchen table, he didn’t even seem that surprised. We hadn’t changed for him and dinner wasn’t cooking. He sent us to the bedroom to get dressed, he called Harry and Juli, and we met at a casual dining place where we could eat, drink, and talk out our feelings and options. But, of course, we didn’t really have the options. We had insisted from her arrival that Helen take responsibility and control of her life, that we were always there for, but that she was now and forever her own woman and individual. And, as much as we now wanted to pull her away from the world, the pain, and needing to confront these things, she was doing what she needed to do. If she was stumbling and confused at times, she was not avoiding it, she was meeting it straight on, and we couldn’t fault any part of that. Now we had to support her, give her room, and give her guidance when she came to us. That seemed like a particularly quiet night.

The next day wasn’t much different and the longer it went on, the harder it got for us. It was the not knowing, the thinking about the worse. She showed up early in the afternoon, apologizing about keeping the pickup for so long. She had stayed in the city for her classes and even stopped at the hospital to personally thank the staff for their care of Stella. Hearing that was very encouraging, that she was coming out of the self-absorbed stage. She immediately left, though, for a run, came back and took Eclipse for a ride, indicating that she would be back after dinner and not to wait. That night she asked if it would be okay if she slept in the guest room. I was relieved that she was at least going to be under our roof again for the night.

In the middle of the night, I heard noises from the kitchen. I was against Tim and Mom was in her normal sleeping position with a leg d****d over me. If it wasn’t them, it had to be Helen. I eased Mom’s leg off me and she rolled onto her back, her arms and legs splaying in the process. Even in a moment of concern for my little sister, I couldn’t ignore the recognition of what a hot Mother I have.

I crept out of the bedroom and down the hall to the edge of the entry to the kitchen, staying out of view but too curious to avoid checking. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop facing the patio sliding door, which she had opened. On the table was a pitcher of lemonade. She had a large tank top on but that was all by the appearance of her bare butt when she half rose to pull the pitcher closer to her. With the inside sliding door open, only the screen closed, there was no reflection so I stood a little more beyond the corner to see what she was doing at this hour. On the screen, she was clicking through digital pictures. The next one was of Stella. Helen had apparently taken it with her phone, Stella was naked and holding a paint brush as she was painting the door to the barn. In the picture, it was only half bright red, which is the color of the door now. I smiled at the next picture, it was Stella realizing her picture was being taken and pointing her brush at the camera. Helen laughed at this one.

The next few pictures were around Stella’s place and several more were of Stella, some of her dressed or undressed, inside and outside. Helen sighed, “Oh, Stella … I am going to miss you so much.” Then she closed that folder and opened another. When she opened the first photo, it was clear this bunch was about us. Several were from Key West, then the island, and many around the house and property. She giggled at one of me kissing Cody, then the nearly same picture but zoomed out and it showed Mom pressed into my back, her hands on my breasts as I kissed Cody. I remembered that scene; it was a wonderfully erotic afternoon for the three of us with the dogs. There were several pictures like that and other situations. Finally, she leaned back against the chair, “I am so lucky to have what I have. Grief does strange things, I guess.”

I smiled and backed away from my spying position. I think our girl is coming back …

The next morning, though, there was still no Helen. We were up like normal with coffee and breakfast for Tim. Mom and I were on the drive as Tim was backing out of the garage, his attention behind him as he did it. Suddenly, from behind all of us, “Tim! Wait, please.” Tim slammed on the brakes and the gravel of the driveway crunched under the tires as they stopped turning and instead slid over the surface. Mom and I turned in time to see a naked Helen sprinting past us. Tim was getting out of the car and braced himself in time to catch her as she went airborne into him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Mom and I walked down to join them and to share in the hug.

She was kissing Tim with the enthusiasm we were so used to seeing from her. “I’m sorry, guys. I guess I didn’t know what to do with all the emotions.” Tim had an arm around her waist and the other under her ass, firmly kneading her cheek. She wiggled as Mom and I both added our hands to rubbing her bare back. “Hmmmmmmm, it feels so good to be back with you.”

Mom kissed her shoulder, “Did you see our note, honey. The funeral is the middle of the afternoon. Tim will stop and pick us up and we’ll go together.”

“No, I must have missed it. Okay.” She tensed a little, but then relaxed in Tim’s arms, “That will be good.” She put her arms out for Mom and me to join in the hug. “I love you three, more than you could ever know.” She released her legs from his waist and she settled to the ground.

Tim held her hand, “Helen, maybe you don’t know just how important you are to us. The house wasn’t the same with you hurting and not involved.” He kissed her, stepped back into the car, waved, and drove off.

She turned to us and we were all smiles. She put her arms out to the sides and turned around slowly, showing her naked body. I realized then that I was holding Mom’s hand, “Are you back with us, Helen? Have you resolved all your conflicts and questions?”

She stepped up to us, leaned into us and forcing us to take her or drop her. We were both stroking her back and feeling her body against ours. She put her face into my neck, kissed it, and then repeated it with Mom. “No, not everything. But, I do know where I belong and that is right here. And, I know, again, that I can trust in you two, Tim, Harry, and Juli. That you will do whatever you can to help me and that this is only a part of what real life is. But, most importantly, yes, I am back. I am truly sorry for my behavior, I was acting so self-centered. I love you guys, thank you for being patient and not letting me stray too far.”

I looked at her with a question in my face, “How far back are you?”

She put her arms, again, indicating her nude body. Then, she reached out and cupped a breast on each of us, smiling bigger. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately, and then Mom pulled her from me to duplicate that. We took her hands and pulled her to the front door, through the house and out the patio door. I called for Cody, knowing that when he came running the other two would be with him. Helen stood between us and I indicated my legs, separated at least shoulder width, she adjusted her stance to provide separation of hers, as well. When the dogs arrived, there wasn’t any hesitancy in their actions, each one moving directly to his mistress, licking a thigh perhaps in the way of a greeting, but all moving to their goal between our legs.

I was anxious to indulge with Helen, again. I gave the dogs time between our legs, but then took Helen’s hand and pulled her with me out into the property, Mom following along as the two of us moved. I didn’t take us all the way into the back of the property like normal in the morning, but then, again, we also weren’t running before being mated. I stopped short of the fencing for the horses and knelt on the grass, pulled Helen to me and put my hand on her breast as I engulfed her mouth in a kiss. I fondled her breast, pinched her nipple as we shared a kiss we had not shared for too long. And, yes, four or five days is much too long when we are in relative proximity, otherwise.

I broke the kiss, looking her straight in the eyes as I deliberately pinched her nipples. She flinched, but smiled, slipping a hand between my legs, finding and then pressing hard on my clit. I flinched myself and returned the smile. I turned to Cody, patted the ground for him to take position on his side, and stroked his side to his underbelly. I smiled at him this time, seeing his cock already several inches from his sheath. I glanced toward Helen and Mom and saw both of them in similar anticipation of taking their canine lovers into their mouths.

Before being knotted by Cody, I maneuvered closer so we were all nearer to each other. After cumming on Cody’s cock and knot and feeling him empty his seed into me, I sank to the ground to ride out my orgasm. Afterwards, though, feeling Cody test the tie of his knot inside my pussy, I raised up to my elbows, my ass still higher with Cody turned and his ass against mine. I watched Helen and Mom as each came through the last of their own orgasms and smiled at them as our eyes made renewed contact.

“How was it, Helen?”

“Mmmmmmm … you know how it was, Sis. It was wonderful, like it always is. How I missed this without the thought, but my body certainly did. I’m going to get mushy, again. And how perverse it this, anyway? All of us tied to our dogs and I am trying to express how deeply I love you and appreciate your unending support and guidance, even when I was trying to avoid it.”

I chuckled and winked at Mom, “It is wonderfully erotic, isn’t it? Expressing our feeling for each other and connected to a dog at our pussies? But, it is part of who we are, what we love, it makes me feel that much closer to you two.”

As we came apart, one by one, Helen touched our hands, “I want to share something with you, if you are still erotically inclined. It is something Juli and I did and then I led Sonja and Marg through it, too. Interested?”

We were kneeling on the ground and I was staring at her heaving breasts, her flushed chest and neck. “Helen, I am still so hot to be with you. You could get me to do anything.”

“Sister … anyone could get you to do anything.” She and Mom both laughed. I wasn’t so sure that was a positive thing, but quickly knew it was close to reality. The only thing I needed was security to fully let go, as Anthony now well understood after our cruise. She stood up and put out her hands to us and we followed her. We climbed the fence rather than walking to the side for the opening or gate. She went directly to the new horse building, came out with a leather strap, and whistled loudly. To my complete surprise, Eclipse came to her.

My mouth fell open and I saw Mom getting recognition at the same moment. “The horse? What have you got in mind, you wicked girl?”

She put a rope around his neck and tied him to a post at the building, then tied the strap between the hind legs. When she straightened up, she remained at the horse’s hip, her hand underneath and it was moving. I bent down slightly to see what she was doing, although I had a very good idea, I just wasn’t prepared for what it was. Her hand was sliding along an emerging cock, the size of which I had never imagined. I looked up at her and she was all smile.

“Are you k**ding me?”

Mom was even more pointed, “You are crazy if you think I am going to do that! You and Juli did that thing?”

Helen laughed so hard her hand fell off the horse cock. “No! Although, it does make you wonder, doesn’t it? I mean, you hear and read about women who do … but, no, not fuck it, but give it a hand job, blow job. You could never imagine how much cum he has.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You want us to jack him off.”

“Yes, please, just try it. Then we’ll take a shower together.” She broke out into a big smile, “We’ll have to after he covers you, literally, in cum.”

I had to admit it, if just to myself, I was now intrigued. I was supposed to be the slut and here was my little sister who had done something I hadn’t. And what a something …

She had us get down on our knees and crawl under the horse facing the cock that I was about to discover wasn’t close to being fully out and hard. And, that discovery was going to be shocking to even my perverted mind. I have been able to experience man cocks and dog cocks of various shapes and sizes, but nothing like this. Holding it in my hands, seeing that Mom also had both of hers on it at the same time and there was plenty of cock left uncovered … and it was still growing!

Helen encouraged us along with soft words of instruction and suggestions and I think we were mesmerized enough to just do as we were told, too curious about the feel and the power of a cock like this. When she told me to put my mouth on the end and suck, there was only a moment of hesitation before I did just that. I had been rubbing my hands over the end, taking up the precum as lubricant for easier, smoother stroking. Now, I got a lot of the same in my mouth, enough to swallow, which was exactly what I did.

I pulled my lips back and concentrated on the texture, the taste. I turned to Mom, “You have to try that. Suck his precum out and taste it.”

She looked at me, then the cock, me and then stayed looking at the cock in her hands. She moved forward, licking the hole in the end first and taking a tentative taste from that. Finally, she put her lips to the end, covering the hole and sucked. She did the same thing and as I saw her swallow, she turned to me with a smile. I saw her hand go out to Helen, stroking up her leg and finding her pussy, which she rubbed vigorously for a moment before taking hold of the cock with both hands, again.

Helen had a hand on Eclipse’s balls when she announced, “Watch your mouth, I think he is about to cum. I almost choked the first time.”

Mom reacted, “The FIRST time?” Helen just chuckled. But, before we could think too much more about it, the cock jerked in our hands and the first spurt came towards us. And, it was completely shocking. My mouth was open in surprise and that was a real mistake. Immediately following the first was another and a good portion of that seemed to go right into my mouth. She was right; I nearly gagged at the amount and the surprise. By the time this beautiful horse was done, Mom and I were both soaked over our upper bodies, faces, and hair. She wasn’t k**ding about needing a shower. And it was only mid-morning.

Tim arrived home as we were just getting finished dressing. Tim was already in a dark suit, which was unusual for the office, but explained with the funeral. Mom and I were in dark dresses that covered our shoulders and went nearly to our knees. We had to search through clothes we hadn’t worn in a long time to find something appropriate. For Helen we combined some items from all three of our wardrobes. We settled, finally, on a dark skirt of Mom’s that came to her knees. A few well-placed bobby pins at the back of the waist pulled it together for her smaller body. A white blouse and dark suit-type jacket finished the outfit and hid the bobby pin adjustment in back. We all wore dark stockings with our heels.

Stella’s church was a little Catholic church in the town south and west of her house about five miles distance. The town was very small, but since the church served ranches for miles around the area, it was able to seat about fifty to sixty people. The word was that Easter and Christmas were primarily the times it filled. Maybe that was normal. As we pulled up, we found cars parked everywhere and we were suddenly concerned about getting a seat even though it was still twenty-five minutes to the start.

As we walked up the steps to the main doors, someone was pushing through the wrong way. It was Juli, she grabbed Mom’s hand, and we all fell in line behind her with Tim coming up last. Inside, she led us down the main aisle about mid-way down where Harry was guarding a pew, which sat empty next to him. Seeing us, he slid inside with Juli following him, then Helen, me, Tim, and Mom at the aisle.

The church was filling up fast and nearly every space in the pews was filled. Then everything got quiet and the service began with the family walking down the aisle, then taking the several pews in the front. The urn containing Stella’s ashes were already at the front. The priest came out with the attendant and the service began for real with prayers and songs. Then, something completely unexpected to us happened. The Priest stood in front at the lectern, said a few words about Miss Stella, then he stopped, looked at the family in front, then at several specific people in the pews.

“It has been recommended to me that a person close to Miss Stella Parson give a few words at this time. Normally, I would have talked to this person ahead of time for obvious reasons, but this just came up moments before.” Again, he looked at a specific location. This time I saw that it might have been the Sheriff, as he looked back at us. “Miss Helen Hawkins? Is there a Helen Hawkins present?”

Helen clutched the hands of both Juli and me. We almost simultaneously leaned into her and asked, “Did you know anything about this?”

She whispered back, “No. What do I do?”

Juli patted her hand, “If you have to call him anything, use ‘Father’, not ‘hey you’.”

“Oh, you’re helpful.”

He called, again, “Helen Hawkins?”

Helen stood and it seemed that all eyes turned to her. She was shaking visibly as she started sidestepping between knees and the pew in front to get to the aisle. Half way there, Tim took hold of her hand and she stopped. “Do you want anyone to go with you? For support?”

“Oh, God, could you? All three of you, please.”

We all stood and let her lead the way to the front of the church. She shook the hand to the Priest, “Father, I hope it’s okay that my family comes, also. I’m more than a little nervous. What is it that I am supposed to say?”

“Your family is good. Helen, what you should say is what your heart tells you about Miss Stella.” There was a murmuring from the people.

She turned to us and we smiled our encouragement back to her. She stepped up to the lectern, tapped the microphone, and got that ‘thump’ sound. That made her more nervous until she looked out into the people, found Harry and Juli, then the Sheriff and his wife, Dr. Anna, several other of the ranchers she had met with Dr. Anna, and in back, she saw Anne and Betty who raised their thumbs to her. I stepped up behind her and whispered into her ear, “Just speak with your heart, but leave out certain things.”

She turned and smiled at me, like ‘that would be good’. Then she took a deep breath and began. “I look out over all of you and I see some familiar faces. But, mostly there are a lot people I don’t know. I have to assume you are here because you knew Miss Stella and came to remember her, or you came in support of someone else, like the family.” She looked down at them and nodded. One of the older men nodded back. “But, I am supposed to talk about how I knew Miss Stella. Actually, that’s kind of odd because I may have known her the least amount of time than most of you. I came to live out here only a year ago. I met Miss Stella while assisting Dr. Anna at Miss Stella’s place with one of her horses. The stallion as I recall.” She looked over at Dr. Anna who blushed, I could see it from where we were. “Anyway, Miss Stella scared the hell … oops … heck out of me that day. She was abrupt, challenging, and pointed. I came to understand that is the way most people saw her. I know for a fact that both the Sheriff and Harry Adamly got into trouble with her when they were boys, sneaking into the apple trees she had at the time. I think the Sheriff might have still been intimidated by her.”

She looked around the assembly, “But, that wasn’t the woman she was. I was fortunate enough to get to know Miss Stella … and I feel blessed to have had that opportunity. For instance, Tom and Harry remember being chased off her property by a crazy woman with a broom stick. What they didn’t realize is that she always waited until the boys had time to sit and eat several apples before she made a big scene.”

The Sheriff looked up at her and turned to crane his neck to look at Harry, then back to Helen. “She told you that?”

“She told me that. She said she always knew you two would amount to something, but … she also had an image to maintain in the area.” Several people chuckled. Helen smiled. “You see, the woman I met and got to know as I helped her around her place was a woman made hard by life, beaten, and forged by the trials and challenges of living out here. Consider what this woman lived through. She was raised on a ranch out her before and through the Great Depression. Was there even electricity out here? Through the war, her c***dren moving to the city, her husband of all those years dying, leaving her alone to manage the ranch. Think about it for a minute, she experienced life out here with only the conveniences they could create, lived through us putting a man on the moon, raising c***dren, forced to sell off the land piece by piece to survive, learning about computers and the internet and using a cell phone.”

Helen wiped tears from her eyes and the church was very quiet. “Sometimes we would sit on the porch and talk. We never got around to getting chores done some days. She talked about when she and her husband rode the horses to check on the cattle. She would go on about the nights long ago when they would spend a night or two under the stars while getting the cattle together. With no lights, she marveled at the stars as she talked fondly about cuddling up to her husband to ward off the cold of the desert night.” She wiped away more tears. “I am going to miss those talks with her. She was a blessing to me and I will miss her forever.” She turned, rushed into my arms; Mom came to her, too. Then, we all took her outside through the side door.

We heard the service ending and made our way to the front. We took up a position off to the side for the purpose of waiting for Harry and Juli and a few other friends. Before long, however, there was a steady line of mourners queued up to pay their respects to Helen. She was clearly overwhelmed by this and tried to beg off but the people were adamant. There was no mystery in the surrounding area about how close Stella and Helen had become and the story about what she did in Stella’s last days spread like the hottest, juiciest gossip, but it was real and not gossip.

There were only a few people lined for her when Helen noticed the family standing at the bottom of the steps leading to the church and they were just watching what was happening around us. She thanked the person holding her hand, an older woman, and her husband from a ranch about fifteen miles away. She had been going on about how nice it was that ‘Miss Stella’ had been cared for so well. She leaned forward and confided that she hoped her own family would react so well.

As they passed, Helen half turned to Harry who was behind her and talking to Tom, the Sheriff. “Anyone know what’s going on over there with the family?” Nobody seemed to. The last person was Stella’s doctor who had purposely waited to the end to talk to Helen.

“Helen, I don’t normally go to patient funerals. I guess it would be like you asked at the hospital, wondering how I can do my job. The funerals would just become too much.” She was holding Helen’s hands in hers and was staring down at them as she hesitated, “But, I am here as much because of you than Stella, really. On the floor you quickly became a poster-c***d of sorts of what loving and caring really is. I wanted you to know that your actions those days are still remembered on the floor. And, that you stopped by later to thank us was very touching. So, from everyone at the hospital who cared for Stella and many more who witnessed second-hand, we give our sympathy and prayers for your emotional healing.” They hugged and Helen gave her a kiss on the cheek, which drew a smile from the doctor. “You just keep giving, don’t you?”

I smiled at her as I put an arm around Helen’s shoulders, “Yes, she does.”

Helen was still perplexed by the family remaining behind. She squeezed my hand, let it go, and stepped away. I reached down and grabbed her hand back, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to go talk to them. They must want something that they are still standing there.”

I kept her hand in mine and walked over with her. She walked right up to the man she felt was the oldest and put her hand out. He introduced others in the family and thanked her for the words during the service. He admitted his guilt that it took a very young woman who had hardly known Stella to give her the care and love they should have. Helen ended up hugging most of the people.

It was early evening by the time we were on our way home. Tim suggested going just into the city for a nice dinner and then home. Helen had another idea, that we should eat at home. “I feel like dressing for dinner at home.” Tim smiled but preparing anything at this point would be late and nobody really felt up for it. “Let’s stop at that Chinese place, load up with four different dinners to share, egg rolls, and fried rice.” That was the plan. It was a quick stop and we were on our way home. Once there, Tim was assigned the task of emptying the containers into bowls, put out plates and silverware, and open a bottle of white wine.

In only moments, it seemed, we were changed from our dresses and back into our customary evening wear. We agreed this time, the first time for Helen in a little while, to wear the same baby-doll style but in different colors. These tied below the breast like many of the others, but was gradually, increasingly gapped to the bottom hem that came down to just barely the bottom of our butts. It was designed to be worn over a thong, but we disagreed. And, we were pretty sure that Tim did, also.

We were about midway through dinner when the doorbell rang. That was unusual to get unannounced guests period, much less at night. But, it almost had to be someone we knew, so Mom got up and went to the door. We heard the door open, then, “Hey, you two. Come on, we’re just having Chinese, care to join us?”

Then it was Juli’s voice, “No, we stopped for dinner but saw the light on and … well, we’re interrupting.”

“You two, you know better than that. At least join us for some wine.”

“No, we don’t …”

Helen got up and went to the entry, “Don’t make us all come out here to get you in. I’ll get two more glasses and another bottle of wine.” They laughed and gave in. We pulled the two spare dining room chairs to the table and rearranged our plates. Harry sat next to Tim and Juli directly across from him. The talk was comfortable, as it always was with them, and much of it was about the service and Helen. That embarrassed her a little, maybe more than just a little, but we were all proud of her and she deserved the attention. She got up from the table, emptied the wine bottle into her glass, removed the dinner plates, and insisted everybody remain where they were as she cleared the food and dishes. She returned with another opened bottle of wine and stood next to Mom, who without even a thought put her arm around the young woman at the hips, stroking her bare butt in the process. Mom’s hand was moving up and down the hip and thigh as Helen waited for something and that is ultimately what got our attention and stopped the conversation.

With our attention and the loving touch of Mom, she added more to Mom’s glass. “Thank you for all the loving, kind things you’ve said about me. I really do appreciate it and I have become more comfortable with the feelings you share with and to me. But … and this is just as sincere … I couldn’t have become that person without the gift of love and patience this family of people has given me.” Mom’s hand was now firmly planted on her bare butt cheek, with sporadic rubbing. After pouring Mom’s wine, she was looking down into Mom’s eyes, “I have a mother who loves and guides me with the devotion and attention as if I actually came from her womb.” She bent over and kissed her on the lips, pulling back with a huge smile.

She then moved next to me and I found my hand drawn to her butt. After just having seen Mom’s identical action, it hit me just how much and intimately we do touch and accept the touch of the others in our family. Mom was just the first in her trip around the table, “And my sister … WOW … what can I say about someone who shows me the love, support, and guidance that I might only think possible from a sister that I spent my entire life with? But, she has done just that. She has guided me, protected me, encouraged me, and challenged me, but always in a way that considers my personal space and readiness. Thank you, sis.” With that, I received the same type of kiss from her.

She moved to Juli, “And my aunt … you too fill a space in my heart that was void until I found you. You somehow manage to be involved, supportive, providing another place to talk things out without interfering in our family dynamic.” Juli’s hand was around the nearest thigh and for all I knew might have been caressing the pussy lips within easy reach. When Helen sighed, it appeared I was correct. Looking into Juli’s eyes, “Not to mention getting me to jack-off my beautiful horse.” That drew knowing smiles from all of us because she had already shared that experience with us just this morning.

She continued around the table to Tim and Harry in similar fashion and it was clear that each was taking more liberties in touch her. Juli had taken the step beyond stroking her bare butt to caressing her pussy lips, but Tim and Harry pushed it further with insertion of one or two fingers. She got through her expression of appreciation for Harry’s loving attention and support. She sighed deeply, “Who … mmmmmmm … would have guessed that I would be changing oil on ranch equipment or grease smeared after assisting in work on engines. Oooooooooo … or … mmmmmmmm … be willingly standing before you all … mmmmmmm … with his fingers … inside … me.” Her legs had separated more and the action between her thighs was clearly evident to all of us. Her glazed eyes focused on Juli, “Your brother is doing wonderful things to me, and I can see by hands on bare breasts that my mom and sister are ready, too. Unless you are going to be just watching, you might want to get out of those clothes.”

She had been mesmerized by the action in front of her, her brother and lover fondling this young and enticing woman who called all of us family. Juli looked quickly at us, seeing that indeed our hands were very busy fondling breast flesh and pulling nipples. She stood up, moved to Tim, and turned her back. He stood, unclasped at the top of the zipper, and pulled it down for her. She hadn’t moved so he unclasped her bra underneath. She shrugged out of all of it, pushing the dress over her ample hips, then her panty hose and panties. Tim began getting undressed and Mom and I moved to Helen, continuing her manipulation so Harry could also catch up. We then moved to the family room.

Helen became bold, she was undoubtedly the most stimulated of all of us, “I know it was my own doing, but I have been without for too many days, I want a man to love me tonight.” She stood before us with one hand fondling a breast and nipple and another between her legs, slowing stroking her pussy lips. Both Tim and Harry moved to her and her hands were moved to her back and four male hands began feeling her intimate parts. We sat down on the sofa, our own hands immediately busy with the bare flesh next to us. I was watching intently, I had a thought of where this was going to end up.

Both Tim and Harry were leaned into her, their hands moving freely and confidently over her body. Both were kissing her neck, whispering in her ears, expressing their desire to please her, their desire for her, to feel her even more intimately than they already were. Tim’s hand slid behind her, down her back and between her ass cheeks, finding the puckered opening of her asshole and she gasped at the touch to another erotic zone.

Tim was softly talking her, certainly loud enough for Harry to hear and just loud enough for us to catch most of it. “You want a man, tonight, Helen. How about two men, together.” Harry glanced over to Tim and smiled. They were both kissing her neck, stroking her, fingering her holes, and inserting a finger into both. I was positive of where this was going and I moved away from the hands stroking the insides of my thighs and went to the bedroom for the tube of lubrication we kept in the bedside stand.

I returned and moved behind Helen and I heard Tim, “You’re hot enough for both of us, aren’t you, lover?”

“Oh god, yes, I want you both. It will feel so good to take you both.”

“At the same time, Helen.” With that, both men pulled a cheek away, exposing her puckered hole to me. I had a glob of jell on my finger and I pressed it to her hole, spreading it over the outside before pressing it inside, then working a little more in until my finger moved easily in and out. “We’ve done anal before.”

“Oh … you … mmmmmmmmm … yessssssss … we’ve … you’ve … OOOOOHHHHHHH …”

“We’re going to DP you, Helen. One in your wonderful, tight pussy and the other in your even tighter asshole. That’s okay, isn’t it our horny, little minx?”

“Oh dear god, anything you want … please, you’ve … I’ve … I’m so hot … I need you … both, please, just fuck me …”

I looked up at the sofa where Mom and Juli had moved closer together and were fondling each other’s pussies urgently. We were about to watch our girl get her first DP by the two men closest to her. And we were all wildly excited by the thought and mounting sexual tension. I moved my face right behind her, kissed the back of her neck through her hair, and she shivered. “Who do you want in your ass, dear? One of them is about to take you there while the other fills your pussy. You are going to feel soooo full of cock, Helen! It’s wonderful; you’ll want it again and again. So, who will it be? Or doesn’t it matter? And, Helen … we’re all going to be watching you do this … your first time, another first time for you.” She shivered, again. She was so highly charged I wouldn’t have been surprised if she came right then.

She gasped as a second of my fingers entered her ass, “OOOOHHHHHH … mmmmmm … Michele, my god! Harry, please … I want my uncle in my ass! You’ve had me there, Tim, and we’ll do it again, I know.” I moved to Harry, took his rigid cock in my hand and smeared it with the jell lubricant. He gasped and sighed at my touch.

Tim was not wasting time. He went to the rug on his back with his hand holding his cock straight into air. Helen needed no guidance or encouragement at this point. She was well familiar with many positions for fucking and this was a common one for us. She straddled Tim’s mid-section and knelt over him, taking his cock from his hand, and rubbing it over the length of her pussy before slowly settling herself down over it, taking it fully into her body. Almost as soon as she was settled down on Tim, she felt a hand pressing on her upper back, encouraging her down onto Tim. There was no resistance on her part as she focused on his eyes and opened her mouth slightly to engulf his in a kiss he might not survive, at least that’s the way it looked.

I moved to the sofa and joined the other two women in stroking pussies and fingering nipples and clits. The room seemed full of moans. Harry spread her ass cheeks one more time, moved his cock head to her anus, and pressed into it. She was lubed sufficiently for penetration to occur with less friction pain. There was, of course, stretching discomfort, especially with Tim in the adjoining hole. Helen cried out as Harry pressed fully into her ass and the two men held quietly deep inside her, allowing her holes to adjust to the new sensation of being so full of cock. I saw her collapse onto Tim as the two men began moving their cock in and out of her, her moans and gasps giving away her orgasm that was already consuming her. And, she had much more to come. I knew this because I had over lubricated Harry to make her first DP as easy as possible. As a result, Harry was going to perhaps last longer than he might otherwise.

Mom and I moved Juli to the floor alongside the others. I went between her legs and Mom focused on her breasts, nipples, and mouth with her own. As Helen was reaching her second orgasm on the two cocks inside her and the men were each exploding in their respective holes, Juli too came hard and noisy.

Being Friday night, we talked Harry and Juli to join us in bed for the night, too. Although they only lived a short distance from us, we were naked, relaxed from our loving, and feeling close. Mom and Juli joined Tim in our bed while Helen and I took Harry to the guest room. The emotions of the day caught up with us all, but especially Helen who nearly fainted away once she was in bed. Harry was between us and I was surprised when I went to snuggle close to him after locking up the house and joining them in the bed that Helen was half sprawled over him … and sound asleep.

Harry was on his back and one arm around the sleeping Helen. He put out his other arm for me and I gladly lay into his embrace. He moved his mouth to me and kissed my forehead, “Good night, Michele.”

“Good night, Harry. Is she too heavy?”

“Too heavy? No, never. The joy and excitement you guys have brought to our lives is … is beyond what words I can come up with. It’s hard for Juli and me to believe sometimes the depth of connection and love we experience with you and your family. We know how Stella felt, the gift she received. We have felt it, too. The love you four give so unconditionally.” He kissed my forehead, again, and pulled me tighter into him, my hand going to Helen’s head and stroking her hair, which was cascading over his chest.

I snuggled into him and sighed as his hand slowly roamed my back to the top of my ass. Yes, I agree that it is hard to put into words. It is the same for me, and I am sure the others in my family, that it is as much a gift to be free to give love openly and uninhibitedly, as much as to be able to receive it. And received it we do. Nearly every time it is given, it is returned. As I lay there, settling into sleep, I wondered where our lives were headed. I doubted our lives were going to become mundane or routine. And, I wondered about Carlos … and Mom.

* * * CHAPTER 59: FULL CIRCLE will follow * * * Thanks for reading.