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Living the Dream, part 8 By Malissa Madison Monday after dinner we gathered around seeing that there were almost two dozen girls waiting to sign up for Tai Chi. We'd gotten permission to practice and I'd chosen our music, 'KISS, Greatest Hits.' The first song was Detroit Rock City, and everyone seemed to be standing on edge. Miss Karen dropped out fast, then after about three minutes Sophie dropped out. They couldn't keep up with me. My blades clashing, I challenged everyone as I danced out my frustration. No one wanted to get too close as I flipped and summersaulted, my blades twirling over my head freely to be recaptured without looking. It felt so good to be doing my routines again. This time knowing that I would be competing against others my own age. Finally as the music ended I folded my blades across in front of me and bowed to the audience. I was fully aware that I was completely drenched in sweat. My arms and legs shaking as I made my way to the bleachers. "Ok, Sophie would you like to show us a more subtle style?" asked Miss Karen. She put on some traditional music, and the two of them began to dance moving in unison together. It was very beautiful to watch. And everyone was cheering when they finished. Next Miss Trudy asked who was interested in Fencing. There were a few who wanted to try it. After everyone else left it was me Sophie and my two newest roommates. Vanity and Stacy were wide eyed. "You girls seem to be more than just interested in trying it out," Miss Karen said. "Have either of you ever done any Tai Chi?" "I took it for two years but not the Blades classes. I hope it isn't that much more difficult to learn," Vanity said. "I had it for about six months a year ago before I started running into trouble at school," admitted Stacy. "You don't have to compete with blades," Miss Karen said. "And it counts as a Gymnastics course." They were both pretty good, they just needed practice, and confidence. We were more than ready to provide that for them. The real treat for us was when Miss Trudy said that we could practice Kendo on the days we were at MMA for formal fencing classes. School seemed to drag except for the days we got to go off campus, or the boys got to come here. it was mid-November, just before thanks giving that we had our first rounds of competition. Our parents were there watching, lending their support. Donnie kissed us both and patted our asses for luck. Then Miss Karen told me that the judges had declined my first choice of music. But she was smiling evilly. "How do you feel about beginning with a traditional lead in then switching to Ballroom Blitz?" "I wanted to save that for Sophie and I as a team." I got an idea, the other big, girls academy had a Scottish Highlands dance troop for cheerleaders. I whispered in her ear, watching as her eyes bugged out in amusement. We knew they had the music already, it was the same music the cheerleaders danced to. "Glenn Cannon's Charge" When the music started I did the traditional Kilties Saber dance with my Tai Chi blades. Altering it only where I was to dance in and out of the crossing blades. In the end I was tied with Chelsea, and she was determined to see me lose. She wanted to challenge me to a simultaneous competition. And I asked her what her music choice was. She chose 'Glenn Cannon's Charge' "A Stipulation?" I held up a finger for attention. "Miss Vandine, you have a request?" "Yes seeing as it's a Highlands dance and is traditionally done with sabers. I think we should follow that tradition at that point. I know several in my school who know the routine and would be happy to assist in that capacity." "Sure why not" "Agreed," said Chelsea before she thought. "Umm, Chelsea? You realize you just agreed to dance chopsticks with Sabers?" "No I didn't," she denied. But they pointed to where Bambi, Jennie, Mercedes, and Stacey were kneeling each with a pair of blades, edges pointing inward doing the chopstick motion. Tap, tap, slice. Tap, tap slice. Starting slow and speeding up. She turned white and feinted. Her mother demanded to see me perform it saying if I failed then they'd just have to give her another shot. To say I was nervous was an understatement, I had to stick to my routine then play a modified hopscotch and chopsticks combined. My feet dropping to the floor in the middle of those blades that not only came together at the slice but rose a foot and a half off the floor. "Young lady, there's no harm in calling a draw," one of the judges said. Shaking my head I took a deep breath and signaled for the music. To keep their rhythm they played chopsticks through the whole routine just like the Kilties back home. I was getting nervous trying to speed up my timing and not think about what would happen if I faltered or missed my step. Near the end I felt a blade barely brush the bottom of my bare foot, and summersaulted up and over the second set of blades, skipping away to finish without doing the last four steps through the blades on the floor. "She didn't finish!" protested Chelsea's mother. "Maybe not to your satisfaction. But she finished it to ours. Part of being a good dancer, is after all, knowing your limitations. Sophie did her routine, then it was the team competition. Mrs Hollingsworth was really pissed when Gary joined Donnie and the rest of us for the Ballroom Blitz. All the other teams threw in the towel. Our Fencing took only about three more hours. I was proud of Donnie he took second place. Tyra from our school took first in the girls division and I ended up with third. Sophie got fifth in the mixed division. To add insult to injuries the cheerleaders from Chelsea's school wanted to know where I'd learned to dance the 'Glenn Cannon's Charge'. "Our high school back home has the central high highlanders, and the biggest ambition is to become a Kiltie. Only kilties are allowed to do the traditional dances," Momma informed them. "Yeah, not even the head cheerleader gives the lowest Kiltie any shit," I confirmed. "Miss Vandine? That's five demerits," Miss Karen informed me. When I looked up at her. "Such language is not ladylike." The other girls giggled, saying they were sorry I'd gotten into trouble. When the fencing began, there were several judges surprised to see both Sophie and I on the team. "Ladies will begin, then the Gentlemen, followed by the mixed. After that will be the individual challenges." Fencing was more fun than Tai Chi, as far as being able to take your frustrations out on someone else. But the real problem with that was when you lost a point for being overly aggressive. I held my own winning two out of five matches. Then Sophie, the little Minx, won four out of her five. Our school had risen to third rank in the current year standings. We'd started out in the lower half near the bottom. MMA was in second rank tied with a VMA. VMA had both ladies and mens divisions being one of the few Coed military schools. No one really scored the challenges for school ranking. It was a means to let rivals work out frustrations. So I was stunned when Chelsea grabbed her brothers Epee and challenged me. She hadn't competed, and her mother was busy trying to talk the judges out of letting the challenge stand. "We're sorry Ma'am, the challenge has been given and accepted. Unless she herself wishes to withdraw it," they looked to Chelsea, who shook her head no as her mother said "Of course she withdraws it." "Miss Hollingsworth is the issuer, only she can withdraw the challenge." She was swishing the blade around like it was a switch intended for a naughty child. "Chelsea, if you damage my blade I'll take it out of your hide," Gary informed her. There were four referees in case they needed to stop the match. Skipping back and dancing lightly on my toes I circled her. My blade blocking hers, only to slide in past her guard to make a nonlethal strike. Then she began aiming for my head and face. I noticed she kept striking the tip on the stage. But it wasn't until I heard the bead bouncing over the floor that I realized what she'd been doing. Now her Epee had no bead to stop it from penetrating a face mask or the light padded suit. Two of the refs saw it and moved to stop the match, but I shook my head. I'd just have to be careful. "What's the matter Chelsea? Can't win without cheating?" she screamed and lunged as I side stepped, my Epee whipping out like a switch to leave a red stripe across her ass. She yelped. But when she turned, I moved with her landing another quickly from the other side. "Yield now and it can end now," I told her. Then she spit in my direction, throwing the blade at me. "I will never bow down to you, you white trailer trash wanna be slut." Now that she was defenseless, everyone expected me to make the final strike ending the match. I hooked the blade with my toe and flipped it up catching it without looking. Then lay it at her feet. "I did nothing to you, but you insulted me the first time we met. We could have been friends outside the ring. Is being better than everyone else so important?" I asked her as I slowly circled her. Standing behind her I placed my blade gently on her shoulder, then pushed down just as gently until she was kneeling. I walked in front of her and using the tip of my blade lifted her face to look at me. "Chelsea Hollingsworth, I don't know what I did to deserve your hatred. But I forgive you for it, I hope you will learn to let things go and just enjoy the competition for it's simple pleasure," I reached out my open hand to her waiting as she looked at it and began to cry, her hands covering her face. Making a motion with both hands, both our team mates and others ringed around us. "Sorry, only competitors allowed in the ring," someone said to her mother. I knelt with her hugging her, "You just need true friends Hon, friends who aren't looking to social climb using your status," She was offered tissues and we helped hide her as we eased her off stage to the changing rooms. All other challenges were forgotten after that. and then we were headed back to school. "Miss Vandine?" Miss Trudy said. "You earned fifty Ata Girls tonight." "Thank you Ma'am I just hope she learns from this." Soon it was almost Christmas break, our competitions seemed to become more laid back as we seemed to just enjoy it rather than feel we had something to prove." It was our last match before the holidays. And I was startled to hear her clearing her throat at the doorway. "M, Malissa? I want to thank you," She said. "You're welcome. But what for?" I asked. "For making me see what I was becoming." "Chelsea?" I saw the look in her eyes, the beaten degraded look. "What happened to you?" "I can't compete tonight," I rushed to her hugging her realizing she smelled like she hadn't showered in two weeks, on top of the bruises, and the cast on her arm. "I, it doesn't matter. I just want you to know I'm done with competing." "Chelsea, look at me. It does matter, you matter as a person," I told her. "Not to my Mom, I don't. you don't understand. You have a Momma who supports you no matter what you choose to do. Whether you win or lose." "I didn't always have my Momma, Chelsea. My mother threw me out. My father wanted to kill me. Momma, my stepmother took me and ran with me, to keep me safe. She's my Momma now. "Malissa, they're calling for you," Miss Karen said stepping into the room. "Oh my god, What happened to you?" Momma asked. "Chelsea, I need to go out there now. Will you stay with my Momma until I'm done?" "Go ahead, We'll look after her," Assured Miss Karen. On my way out to the ring I passed Gary, "Have you seen my sister. Her instructor said she hasn't seen her in two weeks, and she dropped out of school." "She's with Miss Karen and my Momma," I told him. I hurried to the stage and went to the music directors station, "I need to change my music. Give me Butterfly Spring." "That is not competition music young lady." "Yes and without Chelsea Hollingsworth there is no competition for me. So I'll dance to Butterfly Spring in her honor." The judges looked shocked, "Had something happened to one of the competitors?" I began to dance as the music started, then about a third of the way in a commotion began. Stopping I watched as Momma, Miss Karen and Gary lead her out to the front of the audience. "For you my butterfly," I said. Then the music started over and I danced to its completion. "Why did you do that?" she asked. "You just threw the competition." "You made it fun. How can I have fun if my rival isn't competing?" "Miss Hollingsworth, you are no longer a student at our Academy you do not belong here." Momma said something to Miss Karen, who stood between them. "She is a student at Miss Clara's now. Then turned away to watch the other dancers. Only one dancer, danced her competition routine. She was one the girls who had been with Chelsea when we first met at the mall. "I wondered why mother wasn't here," Gary commented. "I guess she's at home at the bottom of a bottle of Cognac." "Miss Karen? Did you really mean it? you'll accept me at the Academy?" Chelsea asked. "I don't have any money and my mother wouldn't pay for it or even sign for me to go there." "Chelsea," Miss Clara said. "We know how to deal with your mother, don't worry about that." "And if she won't pay your tuition I will," said Miss Karen. "Karen, are you thinking of doing what I think you are?" it was Donnie's dad. "She needs a home where she can be loved for herself not for how she can boost her mother's status." "I'll file the motion with Judge Ferris," He said. "For now you can stay with Karen. You say you were kicked out two weeks ago?" "Yes," she answered him. He made a phone call, then hung up after saying, "Are you sure there are no reports of her as a runaway or otherwise? Thank you. You just made my job easier Captain." "And?" Miss Clara asked. "Piece of Cake. No missing persons, no runaway, no juvenile delinquent reports," He looked at Chelsea, "Where have you been staying the last two weeks?" In my car, but it's out of gas. I had to, to umm, I had do some things to keep warm," She hid her face and Miss Karen hugged her tight. "There's no shame in doing what you have to, to survive. Now let's go get some makeup on that pretty face." We still had two more days of school before we went home for two weeks. Chelsea was surprised by the welcome she got at the Academy. She was staying with Miss Karen but going to classes with the rest of us. The first time she saw some of us in the gym class showers she almost freaked out. "I had no idea that you weren't real girls she told Stacy and Vanity. "But don't you see, we are real girls we're just trapped in the wrong bodies, otherwise these other girls couldn't accept us as one of them," Vanity told her. "Now I feel so dumb," she laughed. "No not dumb, just sheltered. But your stepping out and learning to accept people at face value. That's a good thing," Stacy told her. "Chelsea," I interrupted. "I used to be like them but I was lucky and got the surgery before they changed the law again." "What, no way. It looks so real, and you and Donnie," She paused, then giggled. "I just did it again didn't I?" "Did what? Flattered me by telling me how real it looks? Thank you," I hugged her and she blushed as our naked breasts squished together. "Hey no making out in the showers, not unless you invite me," Rene Houser said. Someone shouted into the showers, "Hey hurry up in there. They want Chelsea in Miss Clara's office. There's like a judge and a bunch of lawyers there." We hurried and finished up then walked with her to the Admin building, but weren't allowed to go in with her. Miss Trudy was sitting at Miss Karen's desk so that meant Miss Karen must be inside. It was almost twenty minutes before the door opened, I saw Vincent Pierce first as he was talking to Judge Ferris. "Yes I really do think it was in her best interest. I mean what kind of mother couldn't even be bothered to show up at the courthouse, and then disregards the court order to show up to submit a last minute objection?" "You're right Vincent. But at least now there is no way for her make any legal claim on Chelsea. Not after she requested to be allowed to change her last name to Karen's." "Ten to one Callista never even acknowledges the court order," another man beside Donnie's father stated. "You should know Franklin, you're her lawyer. But thank you for showing up and using your power of attorney to make it legal," Vincent said. "When she told me she didn't want to hear of, or see Chelsea ever again I took it to heart. She is not a parent, so I think Karen Rice is well deserving of the chance to practice the skills she's learned and demonstrated here so keenly." "Chelsea, I just hope you don't come to feel deprived because I don't have unlimited amounts of money," Miss Karen began. "But my love and acceptance is unlimited." "Miss Karen? In the few days I've been here I've discovered that love and acceptance are far more important than money," Chelsea said. We hugged her congratulating her on getting to stay, then we were interrupted by Miss Trudy. "Excuse me Ladies, Miss Rice needs to sign a few papers so we can petition for her final grades from her former school. And get her properly enrolled." She'd finished signing her forms when she finally thought about Gary, "Mr Franklin? What about Gary? I hope he isn't going through this crap too." "Actually, Major Harris and the Colonel have things well in hand," Informed Mr Franklin. "But as for your not having money, your grandparents left you both a sizable Trust fund. And I am happy to know neither of your new Adoptive parents was aware of it before they petitioned for adoption, which will be legal in the next thirty days." "I just want to be like everyone else here. it's been hard learning to live without. Now I want to just live and know what real friends are like," she looked at us. "Please don't tell anyone." Jennifer put her arm around her, noticing it was only those of us who knew already and my two newest roommates. "I won't tell anyone if you don't tell anyone that I'm the Jennifer of the Jennifer Grant's." "You're kidding? Oh shi, crap you aren't kidding," They hugged herder than before. "So who are you going to be rooming with?" I asked. "Until a room becomes available she is staying at home with me," Miss Karen said. "Maybe after the holidays if she feels up to it we'll see about getting her back into competition, if her arm is healed up. The Doctor says it's not a complete fracture, he just casted it thinking she might be going back into the same abusive situation. He wanted to try to keep her from getting hurt any worse." As we started out into the hallway someone near the front doors yelled, "Cadets in the building." Brother and sister hugged for a long time as everyone made their way back into the outer office. "Trudy," said the Major. "Major Harris," she acknowledged him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "What are you waiting for dear, Get your tail out of that chair and kiss him," Miss Clara said. "I'm sure none of these students will say a word." "Go ahead we'll pretend it never happened, again," I said. "Chelsea, why don't you go spend some time with your brother. I need to get them fixed up with a room in the guest house for the evening," Karen said. She looked at Donnie, "And do you need a room as well?" "Miss Karen?" she asked. "Can I change my first name on the school register to Diane?" "You hate Diane," Gary noted. "That was the old me, the spoiled little rich bitch me. Diane Rice is the new me. The me that's just average," She answered. "I hate to tell you this but you'll never really be just average. Well maybe in World Geography," We all laughed, and told her that we were sorry in advance for any slip ups calling her Chelsea. Donnie it turned out had rented a Motel Room for the night. But Miss Clara put our hopes of getting together on hold by saying she couldn't possibly let us leave Campus the night before the official last day. And told Karen to book him a room at the guest house. "Major? Have you had dinner yet?" Miss Clara asked him. "No Ma'am I haven't. but it would be a pleasure to dine with your young ladies," He answered. Then looking Miss Trudy in the eyes while holding her hand he asked, Miss Trudy Bright Moon, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to dinner this evening?" Giggling she said, "Yes I most certainly would. And I see where your cadets get their formality." We kissed Donnie, telling him we'd meet him for dinner. Then rushed off to get ready. Sophie had to go to her own dorm to change, so she was the last to arrive at the dining hall. We stood there inside the doors waiting while the rest of the school signed in and took their seats. The major looked impressive in his dress uniform standing next to Miss Trudy. She was wearing a soft Emerald Satin evening gown that came nearly to the floor. Only her three inch sling back heels kept it from touching. She looked thinner than usual, then as she turned a bit I noticed the crisscross pattern of Corset laces showing under her dress, which flared out around the bottom by the petticoat she was wearing underneath it. she kept speaking to him telling him who the various staff were that were passing by on their way to be seated. Gary was acting as Sophie's escort to make the table seating even. We heard the familiar ring of Miss Clara's crystal bell as she called for Silence. "Ladies, we have special guest's once again this evening. "Please welcome Cadet Corporal Gary Harris Escorting Miss Sophie Vandine, Cadet Sergeant Donnie Pierce, and Miss Malissa Vandine. And now for the very Special Guest, Major Marcus Harris Escorting our very own Miss Trudy Bright Moon," Everyone clapped and cheered as we made our way to the table up front. Once our escorts had seated us the rest of the school was seated. We made small talk as we ate dinner, and I noticed that the Major seemed nervous. "Donnie, why is he so nervous? They've known each other for years, even dated at least since last year." "Malissa my love, this is a very, very special occasion. He wants everything to be just right," Donnie said. I thought about those words, very, very special, and just right. "Oh my god," I breathed to myself, seeing him fidgeting in his seat. Suddenly he made his decision, standing up he faced Miss Clara's table. "Miss Clara? Might I take a moment to Ask Miss Bright Moon a formal question?" Miss Clara tinkled her crystal bell and the hall fell silent. "Marcus?" asked Miss Trudy. Suddenly he dropped to one knee holding her hand in his. "Excuse me," said Donnie standing up and walking over behind him. Donnie produced a ring box, from which the Major took a very Sparkly ring. "Miss Trudy Bright Moon, I have loved you from the moment I first saw you. And itis with all of my heart and soul that I now ask you in front of all these wonderful people, Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?" he slipped the ring onto her finger. "Yes, oh gods yes, yes, yes," She wrapped her arms around his neck burying her face against him. "Oh god, why am I crying," She giggled. "I love you." The dining hall erupted in sudden pandemonium as everyone had to talk at once. Miss Clara had to call for silence. "Congratulations," she said. "Trudy, Marcus, may your marriage last your lifetime, and be as joyous as this occasion," She toasted them. "Now when might be the happy occasion?" They admitted they hadn't even discussed it. his proposal had been a complete surprise to her. Only he and the Cadets with him, Donnie and Gary knew he was going to propose. He'd had Donnie act as the ring bearer for the proposal. Donnie clapped Gary's shoulder, "You get to be best man." The next day we loaded up our cars and everyone headed home for the holidays. We did Christmas morning with Momma and Daddy then went over to the Pierces for lunch and more presents. His parents had decided to go to Veil and rented the lodge next to ours. Giggling, Sophie said, "That gives us twice as many places to play." We'd been there two days when Daddy got a call. "I'm sorry I have to go back to the office. You stay and finish the trip," Momma saw him off for the Airport, then joined us on the slopes. That evening she got a call from him and then looked serious as she took the phone into her room and closed the door. She was in there well over an hour, and it bugged me that I couldn't hear what they were talking about. When she finally came out she looked strange. "Girls, I want you to stay and enjoy the rest of the holiday. Daddy has a special surprise for you waiting at home. I'm going to go help him out," She said. But before we could answer Mr Pierce knocked on the door, "Dorothy, are you ready? Monica is going to stay to chaperone, as if she has a chance of intervening," They both laughed. Back home we were met at the Airport. Both Momma and Daddy were there looking serious. "Girls we have some guests for a little while," Daddy said. "Mrs Thompson from the office, and her three daughters will be staying with us until they get things sorted out." "Three daughters? Daddy, she only has two girls and a,,,, Ohhh, Richard finally decided to come out," Jennie said. "Jennifer, you knew about him, her?" asked momma. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" "It wasn't my place to tell," she smiled at Momma. "Besides her sisters have known for the last year and a half. I was so surprised her mom didn't recognize her whenever they stopped in the office together. Rachel really does look like Richards Twin sister when he's dressed up." So we had a really fun time helping Rachel. Jennifer told her Mom she was doing the right thing by helping keep her safe, and we all hoped her Dad would realize it was better to have a happy Trans gendered daughter than a miserably unhappy son. By the time we had to leave to go back to school, Mr Thompson had stopped to visit twice. Both times taking time to talk to Rachel. "Rachel, I hope you can forgive me. I really am sorry I freaked out on you. I didn't mean to slap you. And I'd give anything if I could take it back. I know I was drunk, and caught off guard, but that's no excuse. Maybe you'll let me see you dressed up again as pretty as you were that night." "Jack, do you really mean it," Mrs Thompson asked. "I do, I really do. Look I've gotten myself set up with a rehab clinic to get off the booze. And I'm seeing a Dr. who's helping me understand so much more about what she's going through and how much support she's going to need from all of us. He even knows a good Dr who can help her transition," He looked at his wife, "I go into the treatment clinic tomorrow. And I want you to know, I'm not coming out until I'm sure I can stay clean." Before he left Rachel returned in the pretty princess dress, her hair and face made up, wearing the high heels and carrying the doll she had been given by her two older sisters. He was crying, holding her in his arms, "I want to remember you just like this. I wish I had a picture of my three beautiful daughters and my beautiful wife to keep with me. To remind me of what I'm fighting for," he said. Momma got out our camera, and took several pictures. Of all of them and one of all of them together. Then gave him the roll of film. "there's a one hour photo shop on the way," she told him as she pressed a twenty dollar bill into his hand to pay for developing the film. "And you can call anytime." The rest of the school year passed by before we knew it. we'd had several more competitions and our school was in the top ten for the national ranking. Diane was adjusting really well, and seemed to be doing even better with her grades. But she didn't get back into competition before the last meet of the year. Sophie tested again and would be in tenth grade when she went back in the fall. Which meant if she continued doing as well, she would be graduating with the rest of us the following year. Jack came out of rehab near the end of the year and he spent most of his spare time with his three daughters. Daddy gave him a job in construction, and he seemed to be doing really good. We took time to work on Cinderella, and by the second week of summer, she was ready to test drive. Sophie was so excited, she couldn't wait to get out to the Quarry and put her through her paces. It was just in time for her birthday. "Sophie, calm down," Both Donnie and I warned her. "You are too tense, you need to relax or you won't be able to keep her under control." She was already awake and dressed, urging us to get out of bed. I saw the shiver run through her as she closed her eyes standing next to the bed, pulling on my arm trying to get me up. With a giggle I ran my other hand up the inside of her thigh to her panties. "Oh you are excited," I said my hand squeezing her stiff cock in its bent back position. She moaned as I caressed it, my fingers pulling the leg band of her panties to the side letting it escape confinement. Donnie reached over grabbing her arm, "You can't drive like that," he pulled her over the top of me to land between us on the bed, and she squealed. Before she could recover he had his mouth on the end of it sucking greedily. "Hey, Share that with me damnit," I said. She giggled twisting her fingers in his hair. "You get my pussy slut. I want my pussy licked while he sucks my cock." "Don't you want your birthday present?" I asked. "I was going to make it nice and fresh for you." Letting go of Donnie's hair she giggled, "Get that pretty pussy up here." "See I told you I knew what she wanted more than driving her car," I told Donnie as I straddled her face in a 69. Then began kissing her pretty cock, my fingers working deep into her little pussy. As her lips nibbled on my clit Donnie smacked my ass, "One nice fresh birthday cream pie coming up," He drove his hard cock in deep and started pumping in hard and fast the way I like it. she was busy sucking my clit, his balls bouncing off he nose, as she started thrusting her cock upward. I relaxed my throat letting her throat fuck me. When she was about to cum Donnie smacked my ass hard, the sting was both painful and exciting as I began to cum around his cock. "Don't you dare swallow," he smacked my ass again. "I want a snowball." Between her jerking in orgasm and my pussy spasms milking his cock we brought him over the edge as he began filling me with his cream. I couldn't talk or moan, for fear of losing her cream or swallowing it. then he moved quickly around lifting her legs up as I sat up over her face, pulling her knees up behind my arms. His semi hard cock sliding into her wet pussy as his lips met mine, and our tongues swirled together as we savored her cum sharing it between us while he grew hard again. She came in minutes, her pussy juices flowing around his stiff cock. Then with an almost evil grin he said, "Time for your birthday Enema," And pressed his cock head to her twitching ass pucker. She was moaning, "Please, oh goddd please. Please I want it," he began pushing in gently until the crown disappeared past the ring of tight muscle. She squealed twisting her ass around, trying to take more inside of her. But he was patient and waited until she was ready. With a wink he kissed me passionately. We'd planned this out between the two of us months ago. We wanted it to be as painless as possible her first time. It was hard not to give in the night before, she'd gone into the bathroom and used six douche bottles to get herself cleaned and ready. But we'd stood fast by our decision not to let it happen until her birthday. Holding her knees tucked behind my arms I helped him fuck her virgin ass, while her moans and screams of pleasure were muffled in my pussy. She was getting ready cum again and I grabbed hold of her revived cock stroking it softly wishing I could have it buried in my own ass. She seemed to know what I was thinking as her tongue forced its way into my puckered little hole. I yelped and started cumming on her face, grinding my ass onto her tongue. She smacked my ass hard. "Cum bitch, cum for meeeeeeee," as she began to cum herself. Her cock squirting her cream over our stomachs as her ass contracted milking Donnie's cock, while her pussy flooded its own girl cream over his throbbing cock. His face contorted as he slammed in hard, "Uuunnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg, ohhh fucckkkkkk yesssssssssssssssss." We lay there kissing licking each other clean, and I saw Donnie beginning to stir again as I finished lapping up her cock cream from her tummy. Suddenly she flipped me onto my back as I squealed. Then Donnie was behind her ramming his cock in hard. "Time to give my other pretty wife a cream pie," He smacked Sophie's ass, "Work it baby, work that ass. Make me cum. I latched onto her cock, sucking it in deep opening my throat to her. Oh god, how I loved being throat fucked, and they both knew it. they also knew I loved it when they came on my face their cum drenching my eyes making them sting and burn. Reaching up I pushed two fingers into Donnie's ass, twisting in deep until I found his prostate. He began to jerk and twitch, his balls shriveling as they emptied again into her pussy this time. After we'd rested we got in the shower together. Then got dressed and went down for breakfast. "I guess I don't have to ask what you three were up to this morning," Momma commented seeing Sophie's satisfied look. "your Daddy wants to see you before you leave for the Quarry young lady," Momma told Sophie. She grabbed a muffin and cup of coffee, and headed to his office in the den. "You didn't tell her did you?" momma asked us. "Tell her what?" I asked. "That Daddy has made it possible for her to get her learners permit early," We all heard a loud squealing of excitement, as it rang throughout the house. Momma smiled, "I think someone is very happy." A moment later Sophie was there hugging Momma so hard Momma almost turned blue. There were tears streaming from her eyes. "Now I can drive my own car to the quarry. I can, I can take it to school next year." "Hey slow down short cake," Momma said. "That's a local permit. Not a where ever you feel like it permit." "We'll take turns," I told her. "We can take Cinderella first then trade off when we come home on weekends. Right Momma?" "Yes, as long as you are within ten miles of home you don't have to have another driver with you. But outside that you need one. And you can't use it outside the state," She explained. Monica, came in the back door with the twins behind her. "Of course if your married you become an adult and all the adult rules apply, even to driving." Silence followed as Momma and daddy both shot daggers at her for spilling the beans on that tidbit of information. Sophie was looking around at everyone, "Really? Is that true Daddy?" He bit his lip, then said, "It is, but you have to have a judge emancipate your status to adult." "Malissa, Donnie, let's get Married. I don't want to wait," I could see the wheels turning in her head. "We can't get Married here," Donnie said. "We have to go to the reservation. Unless of course you want to become Mormon's." Now all three adults in the room stood together. "Sophie, Malissa, Donnie," began Monica. "We figured this day might come. We actually spent a lot of time discussing it." "We're all prepared to let you three go through with it, on one condition," daddy said. "You have to finish school just like everyone else your age," Momma said. "And that means no slacking either. And you young lady," she lifted Sophie's face to look into her eyes. "I do not want any grand children before you graduate high school. Remember, it's still possible." "Momma, we won't let that happen," I promised her. "Remember Son, don't knock up one of my daughters before they graduate," Daddy reminded Donnie. "Hey what the hell is going on?" Asked Connie coming down the stairs still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Who's Getting married?" asked Jennifer and Daphne. "Married? What? When? Who?" Connie turned to Sophie. "Are you knocked up? Is that what all that moaning and squealing was about this morning?" The phone was ringing and Momma answered it, "She did? Well yes they are. What do you mean a Spirit Journey into the mountains? I'll definitely let them know. Thank you." "Momma, what was that about?" I asked. "Your cousin Trudy was visiting with Night Bird, about her upcoming wedding. Night Bird informed her that you three would also be getting married at the same time. But you needed to complete your Spirit Journey's in the mountains." "That's seven hundred miles from here. When do we have to be there?" asked Donnie to himself as he looked at a nearby calendar. "We have four days until the full moon. Plenty of time," He smiled, "Let's go for a drive, shall we," He was trying his best to hide his nervousness. After about two hours Bambi and Jon Paul joined us. "So you're getting married?" she said. "Yeah I guess we are," I answered. "Good, I'm glad I'm not going crazy. I know you'll be a wonderful mother," She turned around and got into her car and drove away without saying another word, but I could see the tears in her eyes. She'd been careful to wait until Sophie was out of earshot. "Donnie, I'm going to catch up to Bambi. I need to talk to her," I took off running to my car. I caught up to her a few miles away sitting off on a side road crying. "Bambi, we've known each other too long, tell me what you've been seeing," She shook her head no, "Please, you know I won't let you rest until you tell me." "I see you, just you standing alone holding an infant. Her mother is dead and you take the child as your own," After a pause she begins to cry again, "Oh God I'm so sorry, I hate seeing these things. I don't want anything to happen to Sophie, you know I love her too." "Princess V. is everything ok?" asked Donnie over the radio. "Ummm, yeah I'm going to drive Bambi home. I'll get someone to bring me back to pick up Julie." They knew it was something serious if I was leaving my car behind, I knew they would be hurrying to catch up. Her oldest sister was there when we arrived, having been called the week before by their mother who knew something was bothering Bambi. In Bambi's room her sister said, "Neither Grandmother nor I have seen anything befall Sophie. I need you to focus on the scene. Tell me everything you see. No matter how insignificant it seems," She hypnotized Bambi putting her in a trance. I knew she'd have preferred I leave but I wasn't about to go anywhere. Not when it concerned Sophie. She regressed Bambi back into the scene, then guided her further back in the dream. I was driving along the highway in the rain, late at night. The lights from passing cars flashing in my eyes. Then the station wagon passes me, and there's a flash and brake lights. The car turns sideways and my car rides up under the edge as they both slide past the guard rail on the wrong side. I remembered this dream of my own and was suddenly very scared. I'd had it a few times. But in my own version of the dream I hear the infant crying in the rain and someone yelling that it's going over get clear. And then everything goes black just before my body jerks awake. Before I know it I'm running down the stairs crying, charging past everyone. Not thinking I get into Bambi's car. All I want to do is leave, run away. Her dream is too close to mine, only in my dream I die. Driving with no destination in mind, all I wanted to do was escape the nightmare. I was crying, I didn't want to die. I wasn't even seventeen yet. I wasn't even married. I wanted to fucking live Damnit. I didn't notice as the rain drops began to cover the windshield. I had to get away I had to live, the flash of headlights blinded me through the rain covered windshield, just like in the dream. I reached for the wiper switch, as a station wagon sped past in the fast lane. A little girl in the back pounding on the window. I suddenly realized I was in my dream, I had to wake up. The flash, occurred and the station wagon swerved in front of me, too close to avoid. I heard the crunch as we collided the other car beginning to roll as the front of my car, no Bambi's crumpled by the impact, slid under the edge as it rolled. Both cars hitting the end of the guard rail, we were on the wrong side approaching the bridge. Then I closed my eyes trying to will myself awake. As I felt the jolts and the crash finally come to a stop. Opening my eyes I look up realizing the other car is on top of mine. I hear yelling and lights flashing. Then, "we got the three kids out. Nothing we can do for the couple that grabbed them. No sign of life from the Firebird," I try to yell for help. A light flashes across me from the other side and I turn my head that direction. "Oh shit, I need help down here. this girls alive." He's very young for a cop. His eyes look familiar. Oh, that's right this is my dream. Of course they look familiar. "Look at me Miss. Don't look at anything else. Just look at me," Why wasn't I supposed to look at anything else. What was wrong. Suddenly there was the sound of tortured metal, and he threw himself across me, as the station wagon rolled over the top to splash in the river below. Now I realized why he floating above me. The car was vertical in the side the bridge above the river. "G, go away, don't die with me," I tried to say. I heard something and felt a vibration. It sounded like a chainsaw, and there were sparks. The man had his arms wrapped around me, and I remember thinking, why don't I feel anything? Then remembering, you're in a dream dumb ass. You can't feel pain in a dream. I heard the screaming as he suddenly pulled me hard from the seat bracing his feet like I was glued to it or something. Then Bambi's pretty car sliding past to crash on top of the other one in the river below. Everything went black. I seemed to float in my feelingless state, then my body jerked, and I heard a beep, , , beep, , ,beep. Stay with me girl, don't do that again. He was in a tunnel all I could see was straight ahead. I tried to move and couldn't, the beeping grew faster as I tried to sit up. Then he yelled oh shit!" Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, he hit me in the chest and I coughed my lungs on fire I felt like I was drowning. And what was that thing sticking out of me? It almost looked like a sign post but it was too short. I closed my eyes afraid of what I was going to hear, or see next "The kids are going to be fine, she's the one we're worried about. They lost her twice on the way in," someone was saying. "Any ID yet?" "Yeah possibly her car comes back to a Bambi Pierce. She was the only one in it." Then there was a face above mine, "Bambi? You're in ICU. You're going to be fine," I shook my head and it felt like grenades going off as the pain washed over me. Then I felt dreamy again and was asleep. I was walking in front of a house, watching children play. Donnie and Sophie waved to me from the porch then a young woman yells, "Malissa be careful, don't run into your grandma," as I catch hold of a bicycle just before it can fall over. "Sorry Gramma," the little girl smiles up at me. "Please be more careful Malissa," The young Woman scolds the girl. "Sorry Momma, she has this thing for going as fast as she can go. It scares me sometimes." The girl Malissa reaches up holding my hand. "Gramma, momma said you died two times saving her life, is that true?" her eyes were wide as saucers as she asked the question. "Malissa, that's not polite to ask about." "It's ok Sherry," I tell the young woman. Then kneel down beside little Malissa, "Your Momma was being kidnapped by some very bad people. She was only five, your aunt Tiffany was four, and your Aunt Becca wasn't even a year old yet. But I remember it, it was actually just an accident that brought us together," I pulled Sherry in close to me hugging her tightly. "I was in the hospital when they brought the girls in to see me. Your grandma Sophie and Grandpa I guess had listened to your great Aunt Bambi and filed for guardianship," I winked at Sherry. "But yes little one, I had a sign post through my body, and I died two times before they got me to the hospital." "Nuh uh, you can't live when a post goes in you," Challenged my granddaughter. Looking around I noticed no one was watching, I pulled the front of my blouse open to show her the scar. "That's why Grandma doesn't wear a Bikini," I told her. "Malissa, you need to wake up. It's time for you to go back now. They're all waiting for you," I turned to see Night Bird. "You see child, not everything is as clear as we would wish for. But this future is solid. Now go back before you spend to long here, go back now," I drifted for a while, then slowly blinked my eyes squinting at the bright lights. Someone dimmed them. "Thank god you're awake," Donnie breathed. Tears of relief rolling down his face. "See what'd I tell you good as new," Sophie said. I thought of all the old movie and joke lines, "I don't know, can I become a mother?" No one laughed, you're lucky to be alive. "If it hadn't been for the post that impaled you all four of you would have died," Said a young doctor. "Then I guess by an act of god that makes me their mother," I said. "You mean that? you really do mean it?" both Donnie and Sophie asked me. "Yes, because the Spirits showed me our future together," I said. "They did?" "I want to see Sherry, Tiffany and Becca. Please." The door opened and Momma, Daddy and Donnie's parents ushered in the children. Momma lay Becca in my arms. Our parents had filed for temporary custody of them, pending any further actions. "I guess, this means we can't get married for a while huh?" As far as everyone concerned you already are. You've been living together the last year. And we asked judge Ferris to make it legal. He'll be by later with the license, and the common law declaration for Sophie as Common Law spouse to both of you. I doubt anyone will even try to stop the Adoption proceedings," said my Father in law. I suddenly thought of something else, "Where's Bambi? I have to apologize to her for taking her car." "Relax love, I already bought her a new one. We had three days after they called saying Bambi was here in ICU to wait for you to wake up." Smiling I said, "You know it really is a true miracle. I mean I actually knew their names in my dream. And to think someone actually named this little one Becca." Sophie burst out laughing, "Actually you did that, she was listed as Jane Doe at the orphanage that couple stole them from. They were trying to take them to sell on the black market." "How did I name them?" I asked in confusion. "You talked in your coma, and since you had the other children's names right, they decided to name the little one Becca," I was informed by the judge. "You really are our Momma," the two older girls said. "You knew our names before you met us." "And no court in the land can stand up to that kind of miracle," Vincent said. When we were alone Donnie said, "Please don't do this to me again. This is twice now that I almost lost you. You aren't a cat, you don't have nine lives. So please don't scare me again." I cradled his head on my shoulder as he wept. "Don't worry love. I have no intention of doing that again," I promised him. Thinking to the images I could remember from the other dream, the one that followed this one that I had just lived through. Holding Sophie's hand waiting for the Doctor to perform the C Section, hearing Donnie tell her to hang on tight and not let go.