Moving in with Father (Closed for Indianslutwife)

[Sean Renaud]

Pierce sat on the back porch casually sipping on a glass of ice tea and watching the ducks swimming back and forth in the modest lake and beyond that the edges of a forest. The two story plantation home, built from red brick and painted white wood had been in the family for two generations before America was even a country. It was a bit off the beaten path these days, enough that wild animals weren't an entirely novel idea to the Brocktons, or at lease not to Pierce who was currently the only truly fully time occupant.

It had been almost a decade since his wife had passed, and his children had all grown up and taken to the far corners of the country and even globe occasionally calling or sending postcards that were mostly collecting dust in pretty boxes but that was generally all the contact he had with any of them, not even the holidays provided a quality reason to spend any time together.

That was what made it so interesting his son and soon to be wife had called asking if he had enough room to take them in. Of course Pierce did. If you included the former slave quarters from before The War he actually had a spare house. While it was quaint compared to the main house it would be more than adequate for a family to live in with all the expected utilities. It for a while a pair of the servants had lived there but they usually took guest rooms these days.

Letting out a slight yawn Pierce checked the time on his watch noting that his son should be arriving in short order, but he was in no rush and knew full well how difficult getting out this far good be and though he enjoyed the solitude having some noise wouldn't hurt much.

 

[slutindianwife]

I sat in the front of the rickety car we had rented.

It was my first visit to America – and I had decided that I would savor every moment of being here – in entirety – no matter what!

Yes!

The no matter what was due to the fact that in the past five years, my hubby and I had had nothing but shit luck. Things had kept going wrong one after the other. So much so that even the kid we had planned to have, our first kid at that, was a plan that had been postponed – till fuck knew when!

Not that it bothered me all that much. I was only 26. Still lots of time to have a kid or two – or 3? I definitely did not want to berth an entire Indian cricket team – perhaps umpires included??

LOL!

I laughed visibly and in the tainted and half rusty rear view mirror, I could see myself smile – a faint smile, but at least a smile. One that was a rarity from me in these past few years.

The rickety car drove on, bouncing along the rickety dirt road which had thick foliage and tall trees lining it. I was half expecting a lion or cheetah to jump out from somewhere and pounce on us.
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I looked at my hubby, though not even 30, he looked tired and… old???

 

[Sean Renaud]

People had often said that Gary was born old. He was never like the others, from the time he could walk he'd spent most of his time in books in the manor's extensive library. There were books there that even when he'd became an adult he'd been forbidden to actually touch.

At only twenty nine he had already graduated from law school. By all means he should have been successful like his other siblings but he just had the absolute worst luck when it came to . . .well everything but his lovely wife. That was the one thing he could look at and smile, though right now he wasn't really smiling. He was distraught over having to go crawling to his father for help.

It wasn't that the two had a bad relationship, just a fairly distant one. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the man in person or even kept in touch on a weekly or monthly basis. MAybe a birthday or two but nothing too far beyond that and here he was, hat in proverbial hand, asking for a place to stay while he got working on someway to get his, their, lives together.

A thin sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and not entirely because Louisiana was so humid that it could be difficult to breathe at times, especially for him who spent most of his adult life in the drier climes of the American West though he had done traveling.

He didn't really know what to say to his wife so Gary simply held his tongue for the moment. On the horizon he was starting to see his father's house. It was somehow even bigger than he remembered it being, perhaps because it didn't feel like home anymore. It was a refuge and he was a refugee in need of a place to stay.

~

Pierce finished his tea and stood up stretching and walked to the edge of the porch, his boy would be along in the not to distant future. He was still in excellent shape for a man in his fifties, it was obvious that his hair was dyed to keep it a dark brown unlike his son who had let the streaks of grey removed. He was clean shaven and still ran three miles, three times a week and then a five miles once every month. Fishing and hunting the land kept him strong though he did show his age, particuarly around his cloudy grey blue eyes and the slightly distant look on his face that having seen almost everything that life had to offer.

 

[slutindianwife]

I glanced ahead and saw in the not so far distance, a “quaint” looking house.

Quaint?

Umm yea, quaint was the immediate word I could find for it. Perhaps, if we stayed here for a bit (A bit?? Lol! I feel myself laugh and smirk!) Fuck, if his dad gave us a toilet to sleep in the house, we would be happy he did. Thus was our desperation at the moment.

The house looked so warm and inviting – and quaint!

FUCK! I sounded like a word copy echoer!

I looked at the house, it seemed to beckon to me, call out to me, invite me in. I felt a shiver down my spine.

FUCK!

What the hell was that?

What was this spooky sensation I just felt?

I shuddered and found I had goose pimples all over me. I rubbed my bare hands and legs, trying to brush them away – feeling the hair stand hard and poky all over my body.

I shot a glance at hubby dear, he seemed to be oblivious to the world. Just looking ahead, driving, lost!

Perhaps, lost even to himself!

 

[Sean Renaud]

Gary took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at his wife and then lowered his gaze. He didn’t deserve a woman as beautiful, loving and giving as she was. He had offered her the world if she’d take his hand but instead he had just lead her down into this hell hole of a life. It was his fault they were down on their luck.



As the last of the thick trees fell away to obviously imported and ornamental trees and bushes took their places. The place was monstrous, he remembered how even when he’d lived here for a time he could spend hours walking around and unable to figure out where everything was or how many bathrooms they had.



“Almost there.” His voice sounded tired, defeated. It was obvious this wasn’t a place that he actually wanted to be, just a place where he had to be.



~



A handsome young man stepped onto the porch. “Your son will arrive in a few moments, he’s been spotted on the main way Master Pierce.” He brushed his curled hair back slightly. It was difficult to place his his lineage other than he was obviously at least part African American both by his light tan skin but the curls in his hair.



“Thank you, put a kettle on for tea and start up the cookies and that will be all.” Pierce replied actually taking the time to make sure locked eyes. “And Marcus, treat them as you would myself.”



Marcus nodded slightly then with military precision did an about face and disappeared back into the house leaving Pierce to his thoughts. After a few moments he brushed his black silk shirt down and took to the steps and started walking around to the front of the house.



The gardener had done an amazing job keeping the flowers in bloom and the roses were starting to bloom. He liked the smell of them as well as the birds and bees they attracted. On any normal day he would have let Marcus or Anthony answer the door but this was his son, and he couldn’t even remember who was president the last time they had been face to face. It was probably Obama but could have been Bush. Who could remember that far back? Regardless this was something to be handled personally so by the time they arrived he would be standing in front of the stairs while Anthony was walking down to take his place at the flank of the house’s Master.

 

[slutindianwife]

As we approached the “quaint” place, yes, I decided that I would call it “quaint” from now, at least till I found a better word for it – I looked in awe. The place looked gargantuan. Though I looked left, right and yonder, I could not figure where the FUCK it ended.

FUCK!

What was this ahead? It looked like… like… Oh FUCK it, it looked “quaint”! Yea, “quaint”.

I wondered how ancient it was – and how much history there must be to it. I looked in awe – smitten by the place.

Smitten? Or frightened?

I shivered.

I wondered how many people had stayed in it – and how many were staying right now. I had asked hubby dear about it, but he knew nothing in the least. Or if he did, he did not want to tell.

As we approached the place, it seemed to call out to me, sending the wind to call my name and give me goose pimples all over my body again.

I shivered and shut my eyes for a moment.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Gary seemed to transform a bit as they pulled into the roundabout where his father an a man he’d never seen before were patiently waiting for them. Well the help was, his father was enjoying making a bit of a spectacle of the return of the wayward son. “Well we’re here.” He said trying to keep his voice steady and doing just enough of a good job that if she didn’t know him intimately she would have believed it.



Stepping out of the vehicle he was walking around to let his wife out but Anthony was a spry young man and had already reached the door with his white gloved hand and opened the door with a shallow bow. “Welcome to the man Master Anthony and. . .my apologies. The Master failed to mention your name.”



Gary squinted slightly but walked past them to speak with a few words with his father. They embraced and chattered for a moment waiting for the lady to join them. To the untrained eye it was a happy reunion, however it was more like a careful dance. Some sort of protocols that very few people would be privy too. Certainly Anthony only half understood it but this wasn’t the first time he’d hosted someone else of the family.



Pierce took a step to oneside to observe the young lady. “You’re embarrassing the young lady. You can dispose of the formality and décor, at least for a few days.” He smiled. “Now come over my dear, lets have a good look at you.”

 

[slutindianwife]

I looked at Anthony, dressed very dapperly, a sparkling white gloved hand holding the door open for me, bowing. I couldn’t help but smile at this nice looking guy.

“Heyy Anthony, am Nikki.” I say, giving him a broad grin.

At that moment I heard darling hubby’s dad’s voice saying,

“Now come over my dear, let’s have a good look at you.”

Well that must be me I thought, who else could it be?

As I moved to step out of the rickety rackety car, my “not so long dress”, hiked up much more than what it should have and I wasn’t wearing any undies – which was normal of me, giving Anthony a good look of what he should not have seen – not so soon at least.

Poised on the car seat, exposed, I look into his eyes.
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[Sean Renaud]

Anthony shut the door behind the her and before Gary could get too far extened his hand for the keys. It was hard for him to completely conceal his expression. Even his personal car didn’t look like something that had been driven cross country, twice. It seemed to be a miracle that it was still functioning. Once he had the keys he was in the car taking it around to the garage.



If Anthony had managed to catch a glimpse beneath her dress he managed to hide it. While he hadn’t had the job for a particularly long time there were plenty of well to do gentlemen in the area and the parties could get a bit out of hand. Either way he was off.



Gary and his father stopped their banter as she approached the pair and Pierce was quickly grab her firmly by the shoulders placing a brush of a kiss on each cheek. “You are delight to behold. How my boy managed to snare a beauty like yourself is anybody’s guess.” Pierce said before taking a half step back. “Of course I always knew he was destined for great things.”



“Thank you.” Gary grumbled slightly. “I’m really sorry the two of us had to drop in here with so little warning, we. . .I didn’t know where else to go.” He wasn’t really looking at his wife while he spoke but past her in the vague way men do when they can’t bring themselves to look you in the eye but they also have to at least seem engaged.



With his back still to his son Pierce didn’t notice anything at all beyond the deliciously beautiful woman who was standing before him.

 

[slutindianwife]

“Thank you… Dad?” I say softly.

“May I call you Dad?” I ask, voice shaking a bit.

The man before me could easily have applied for the role of 007.

And he would have landed the role, hands down or hand up or pants down or whatever it is they said. Who the fuck knew and who the fuck cared!

He was tanned, tall and handsome – and rugged – and he didn’t even look his age? Age? What was his age?

FUCK!

If you looked from different angles, he looked younger than my hubby – his son!

I smiled at him.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Pierce took a moment longer than was strictly necessary before letting her go and taking a step back. “Its been a long time since anybody called Dad.” He said mulling it over. He turned back to his son Gary then saw the helper Anthony approaching with her suitcase in tow and without saying a single word he walked past the crowd before pausing on the first landing.



There was one last moment. “Take her belongings up to the guest room while I show her around. Gary you know where the car port is, so go get your things, and catch up with us once you’ve settled.” Pierce hooked his arm into hers, placed his other hand on top of hers and started leading her up the stairs to the main house.



Gary had a slight look of discomfort but he had started to wilt in the presence of his larger than life father. By comparison he really did seem like a little boy hiding from a storm but he did as he was told, proverbial tail tucked between his legs as he slouched toward the the garage only tossing one last look back at his father and wife accending.



“So you must tell me how you and my son got together. He’s always been smart, a bit of an overachiever but a ladies man he is not.” He chuckled playfully. “He was doing my taxes before he was out of middle school, and by high school he at least had an excuse for why he wasn’t at prom.”

 

[slutindianwife]

Somehow it felt warm and comforting when “Dad” held my hands like that. I held his hands tight, like little girl – lost –and fed up of getting lost all the time – and wanting someone to hold on to.

Not just someone, but someone who would see to it that I did not get lost anymore and wander into the big dirty woods like Red Riding Hood, waiting for all the big bad wolves to get me.
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I looked at “Dad”, his face, was warm and gentle – and filled with – Love??

He did not answer my question as to whether or not I could call him Dad, but I did not want to ask again. Not now at least.

I ascend the stairs with “Dad”, shuddering at his question…

““So you must tell me how you and my son got together…”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Once they reached the doors he opened them for her personally as a gentlemen would but that was slightly unusual movement for him. It was obvious that being a gentlemen was a bit of an act for Pierce.



Compared to most men he was very, very subtle about it, but part of why it took him longer to open the door was because he was observing her reflection. She didn’t dress particularly subtly, like she was still on the market, it certainly didn’t look overly comfortable for what must have been a long and annoying drive.



“Before we get started with the tour would you care for some refreshments? We have lemonade, there is tea on and there should be some cookies ready soon enough. Supper isn’t for a little more than an hour if you can hold out that long.



He was still thinking about what she’d asked but he felt the way her small fingers were clasping to his arm. “Of course you may call me Dad you sweet little thing. Forgive me if I prefer to call you Nikki for a while, it will take some getting used to having an in-law.

 

[slutindianwife]

A shudder raced through me as I held ”Dad’s” hand – or rather, as he clasped my hands firmly, in his gentle, but rugged hand. I tried to dust of the feeling, a feeling I always ached and longed for, for the moment at least.

Now was not the moment!

Or… was it?

As ”Dad” held the door open, he did not notice that I saw him look at my body, a little longer than he should have. I smiled in my mind. Perhaps Li’l Red Riding Hood was about to be “taken” by the Big Bad Wolf – and he had not even huffed and puffed and blown the house down!
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Just like that!

“Tour?? What tour?” I asked. Smiling broadly.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Pierce gave a grand sweeping gesture with his hand motioning to the rest of the house. They were in the main hall, but the north and south wings were open both up stairs and down as well as to go deeper into the manor. “I would think you should at least know where the facilities are.



Anthony had paused at the top of the stairs glancing back but holding his silence. Of course he was examining the lady as well as he could managed from his aerial perch but that was a mere perk. He would would have waited there for either a release or their company until Pierce had given instructions one way or another.



“How rude of me.” Pierce mumbled taking note at the slightly too bold gaze of the servant. “Lets show you to your chambers before we get too deep into anything else. He was again patiently leading her up the stairs and just before they reached the top Anthony continued about halfway down the hallway stopping outside an open door. “That will be all.”



Anthony gave a brief nod and this time his eyes were directly ahead, so much as brushing against her flesh as he passed her by. He actually seemed almost robotic. The moment the path was clear Pierce grabbed her luggage and carried it into the room setting it at the foot of the bed.



Calling the room, a mere bedroom was a quaint way of putting it. It was easily larger than the apartment the Gary had shared with his wife before they’d been evicted. The bed wouldn’t even have fit into their own place without completely crowding everything else.

 

[slutindianwife]

I gasped aloud as I took in the magnitude and splendor of the place. It was a place fit for royalty. What the fuck was I doing here?

I was lost in the splendor of the house, totally speechless. I could not believe I was here – NO, not from where I had come from – how was I here?

Was I dreaming?

I was lost, totally mesmerized by the place.

And then I saw the huge bed and without thinking, I pouted, though quite loudly…

“Ohhh FUCK!”
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[Sean Renaud]

“Is the room not to your liking?” Pierce asked releasing her from his grasp and walking around the room for a moment his hands behind his back. There was a connected bathroom with a shower nearly the size of a normal walk in closet complete with a bench and a bathtub that a normal person would have considered a spa.



He kept his eyes to himself instead smiling lightly as he paced through the room. It was still immaculate, almost to the point that it was obvious nobody stayed in the room. Dusted, the sheets were well done but an observant eye there were those spots that nobody really bothered making sure were completely clean. As he approached the windows he drew back the thick curtains letting in light and after the glass doors open a crisp breeze enter the room. The patio was big enough to justify a the pair of painted red rocking chairs and several potted flowering plants. They had been with the house since at least he was a child and he had no idea what they were, only that his late wife and daughters had liked them. It was easier just to leave them alone other than proper maintenance.



When he saw that Gary was struggling back up the driveway he quickly turned around and walked back in. He didn’t need the young lady to see how her man was struggling up the slight incline with clearly more luggage than he should have handled on his own.



“Well I was going to take you around but-”, he hadn’t finished speaking when when the scent of warm cookies wafted into the room. “I think our snacks are nearly ready and I wouldn’t want them to get cold.”

 

[slutindianwife]

I stand looking around me flabbergasted.

Where was I?

In wonderland?

I took in all the magnificent splendor of the house, all in slow motion.

All of this was just too… too unimaginable!

Unbelievable!

Could this really be happening to me?

A strange, but familiar scent wafted to my nostrils.

Somewhere far off a voice seemed to say,

“I think our snacks are nearly ready and I wouldn’t want them to get cold.”

The scent dived deep into my nostrils. I shivered.

It was very familiar to me.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Pierce let her soak it in, mostly because he was soaking in her beauty while he walked around the room showing her the various items including a minifridge and half stove. Enough that if the couple really wanted to just stay in the room all day they wouldn’t find it difficult. Possibly more comfortable than there former home not that he knew anything about that. He hadn’t so much as seen a picture of that place.



He must have been lost in the moment staring at one of the paintings of his late wife. He’d put it here specifically so he didn’t have to be haunted by her memory but now he was noticing just how much she looked like the young lady in the room with him now. Sure she’d been more modest, that was years ago and her one piece swimsuit seamed so modest. Nothing like the woman standing in the room.



“Yes, lets go.” He took her by the hand this time, less of the gentlemen who had lead her in and more like an eager child being beckoned by the cookies. “They are best warm and I’m sure we have some milk if you like to dip things.” He was clearly measuring his steps to make sure he didn’t drag her down the stairs like a boy eager to get to his sweets. Though he did want to get to his sweets as soon as possible.



Or course that wasn’t quite the only cookie he was starting to savor over.

 

[slutindianwife]

As we went down the stairs, my body was shivering, my eyes had fallen on the painting on the wall. As soon as I saw it, I could not take my eyes of it. It was as though I had seen it before.

And then I got those goose pimples again, every hair on my body seemed to stand. My skin felt like it was frozen.

I looked back to look at the painting, but it wa snow out of sight.

I felt my body shiver.

I had to see the lady in the painting again.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Once they had reached the kitchen Gary had made it into the house, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his brow and down his arms. “Anthony, show my son where his quarters are and let him take a shower, I know it has been a very long trip for our guests.”



The younger man nodded and headed out to the main room grabbing enough of the lugages to let Gary have an easier time as they once again vanished from sight.



“I beg your pardon Miss. I didn’t know what kind of cookies to put on and the Master just likes things with sugar. I hope that these are to your liking.” Marcus mentioned with a slight bow. The pastries he produced were much closer to croisants than traditional cookies though the hunks of dried fruit were easily visible.



It wasn’t quite a race, but both men were moving with haste with Marcus pausing for a breath so his Master could pull a chair for his daughter in law before he places a platter of butter on the table. “Enjoy.”

Pierce did wait until she was comfortable before he took a seat himself.

 

[slutindianwife]

I took a cookie and bit on it. It was delicious.

“WOW!!! These are dee-licioussss… Marky!” I say, taking a big bite and smiling.

The kitchen was filled with a scrumptious aroma, which made me hungrier.

I took another large bite of the cookie and then said,

“Can I have something to drink with it please?”

Without waiting for a reply, I strolled to a large window in the kitchen and looked out into the big and beautiful gardens. The sun would set in awhile.

Then I saw something leap out of nowhere and race into the woods… jungle?

I shivered and jumped back, saying aloud…

“Wha.. wha.. what was was that??”

 

[Sean Renaud]

Pierce took a moment and just and just appreciated to her for a moment as well as the aroma of cookies. She wanted them. That was fairly obvious other than she was trying to figure out what exactly she was really after.



“I promise you that Marcus has the most excellent cookies in the South, I didn’t just hire him for his admittedly pretty face.” He laced his fingers behind his head for a moment. “That isn’t the only reason of course. He did want Alicia around.” He muttered before walking out of the room.



Pierce stretched his shoulders and Gary finally made his way up stairs, cloated in sweat and his clothing clinging to his body. He certainly looked young side by side with his father but he looked like a genuine beast right then.

 

[slutindianwife]

The bushes shook again. More ominously than before.

I shivered and looked.

Then I saw a largish shape run through the bushes and foliage.

I shouted…

“Wha…. What was that??”


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[Sean Renaud]

Living out in the country had long dulled Pierce’s attention to attached to the local wild wilf so he was more annoyed to her merely perfect than the predator out than anything else. “Oh, that is just a simple cougar. There are a fair amount of them.”



He scooped her hum from her into her his grasp, one hand accidentally moving to her bottom. “Don’t sorry, they are tame. Sort of.”