Message-ID: <20734eli$9903230430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MichaelD38@aol.com Subject: NEW: {MichaelD} "Consanguinity" (MF, rom) (4/5) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <603ca843.36f6b785@aol.com> ************************************************ Consanguinity Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************ VII. We spent the week in New York, letting Amanda chauffeur us around and show us the sights, though Carolyn and I had been to the City a million times before. Though Shelby stayed glued to me the whole time- -if her mother noticed, or even cared, I couldn't really tell-- Carolyn's mood grew progressively more sour. She never did or said anything overtly negative, and her displeasure was subtle enough that neither Shelby nor Amanda seemed to pick up on it. But I could. I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking. We drove back to Newport on Friday, and I managed to corner Carolyn in the kitchen that afternoon while Shelby was asleep in the sun by the pool. "All right, what's going on?" "What do you mean?" "Come on. You can fool Shelby, but you can't fool me." She frowned and glanced out through the window. "It's nothing." I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug, though she squirmed against me. "You're not actually jealous of her, are you?" She grinned, though I could tell she was trying not to. "Eat me." "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She squirmed again. "What if I did?" I grabbed her head and gave her a noogie. She giggled, trying to get free. "Whatever is going on between me and her, you're still number one, okay? Don't be stupid. None of that is going to change." "Okay." She hugged me. "I love you, Will." "I love you, too." She let go of me and brushed her hair back away from her face. She looked away from me nervously. "Just tell me something," I said. "What?" "The whole two years I was with Melissa, you never acted like this. What gives?" She shrugged. "You didn't love Melissa." "I've been with Shelby for less than three weeks." "I can tell. I can see it in how you look at each other." "And that bothers you?" "I don't know. Maybe a little." "It shouldn't. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you. You have a piece of me no one will ever touch. You know that, right?" She nodded. "Okay. So don't let this thing with Shelby bug you." She hugged me again. "I'll try. I'm sorry." "It's okay." For a couple of weeks, things seemed to settle down. I still occasionally caught Carolyn giving me looks when I was with Shelby, but she behaved otherwise. We went racing every weekend, and Shelby really threw herself into it. I wouldn't go so far as to call her a natural at it, but she learned quickly enough. I didn't want to displace Carolyn from her spot on the foredeck, so I trained Shelby to work in the cockpit. We decided to have a big Fourth of July party, and invited most of the people we knew from New York, Newport, and Boston. We had enough people staying with us that Shelby suggested that she move into my room, "just for the weekend." She had been spending enough time there that it made little difference to me. I don't think I could say the same thing about Carolyn, though. The caterers arrived early that day, and the three of us spent the morning directing traffic. I had decided on a mixture of lobster and crab, boiled and grilled, with a big layout of the usual Fourth of July accompaniments, and that meant a lot of work setting up the lobster tank and the grill. The band got there about three, and by the time other guests started arriving at four, we were ready to roll. "All right. So picture this," Phillip was saying, "my grandfather is introducing me to the Dean of the Medical School. And first thing he says is, 'Your uncle is Richard Macintosh, isn't he?' I go, 'Yes, sir.' Then he says, 'Well I hope you're planning to do more than just shrink heads!'" "Oh, my God," I said. "I know." Shelby glanced at me, confused. "His uncle is a big shot psychiatrist in Boston." "Oh." "Melissa's father. I told you about that, remember?" "Yeah." "Anyway," Phillip went on, "I could tell he was trying to be funny, but my grandfather's jaw just dropped, and no one said anything for about five seconds. The whole interview was fucked. We never got back on the right foot." "Damn." "I know. But the truth is, I think I'd rather go to Johns Hopkins anyway." "Yeah." "Whatever happened to Melissa?" Carolyn asked. Phillip glanced at me quickly. "She's at Wesleyan. I haven't talked to her in a while." "You think she's okay?" I kicked Carolyn's foot, hoping no one saw. She just glanced at me and stifled a smile. "Yeah, I guess so. Like I said, I haven't talked to her in months." I turned to Shelby. "You want another drink?" "Sure. I'll go with you." We left Carolyn and Phillip, and Shelby's hand slipped into mine as we walked to the bar. She was wearing a light yellow sundress, and she looked so good I would have dragged her off into the bushes were it not for the sour look on her face. "Is it just me, or is Carolyn being weird?" "She's being weird." "Is it because of me?" "I don't know. Don't worry about it." "I've just been getting the feeling that she's jealous." I sighed. "You have to understand that nobody has ever challenged her place with me the way you have. I told you how dry my thing with Melissa was." "But I'm not challenging her." "Not intentionally. She's just not used to sharing my attention, that's all. She'll get used to it." I kissed her, and she put her arms around my waist. "Take me upstairs. Make it better." I laughed softly. "We're hosting a party here." "I don't care. I want you." "Okay, hold on." Checking to see if anyone was paying attention, I led her inside. We had to work our way through another clump of guests in the kitchen, but we managed to slip upstairs without being seen. When we got to my room, she opened the doors to the balcony, letting in the lights and noise and music of the party below. "What are you doing?" "Being daring. Let's do it right here on the floor." She pulled me down to the carpet right in front of the French doors, and we began groping at each other. We didn't bother taking off much of our clothes, and she pulled me into her almost as soon as I had her panties off. It was quick and rough, but that seemed to be what she wanted. She came with a grunt, clawing at my butt, and I joined her a moment later. "Tell me you love me," she gasped. "I love you." "I love you so much. Oh, God, I do." We returned to the party, and if anyone had noticed our disappearance, I couldn't tell. I danced with Carolyn, then Shelby, then a few of the other female guests. Toward ten, once the fireworks were over, people began to leave. I worked my way around the house making the necessary good-byes. Eventually everyone was gone but the overnight guests, and the rest of us decided to take a dip in the Jacuzzi. Carolyn had been flirting with Phillip all night, but her intentions didn't really register on my radar screen until she appeared in a skimpy string bikini and settled down into the water right next to him. She saw the disbelief in my face and smiled, scooting closer to him. He seemed a little drunk and just put his arm around her. They had known each other for years--Phillip had been my roommate freshman year at Harvard--but she had never shown any interest in him until now. Shelby was next to me and followed my stare. She leaned over and whispered to me. "What the hell?" "I don't know. Just ignore her." There were seven of us in the Jacuzzi, so I tried to ignore Carolyn and just talk to our other guests. We were passing around a bottle of champagne, and after we had been in the water about fifteen minutes, I began to notice that every time the bottle came near Carolyn, she would pass it to Phillip, and he would take a swig. Finally, he polished it off. Carolyn looked over at me innocently. "Will, we've got some more champagne, don't we?" I didn't answer her right away. "Yeah. There are few more bottles behind the bar." Phillip climbed up out of the water. "I'll go get it." I climbed out myself and went after him. When we got to the bar, he pulled the next to last bottle out of the ice. "Will, man," he said laughing. "I think Carolyn is coming on to me." "I noticed." "What's up with that shit?" "I don't know." "Do you care?" "No. But just so you know, I think it may not have anything to do with you. She's been kind of weird about Shelby." He glanced back toward the pool. "No shit? Huh. Well, I'll try to behave, man." "Thanks." We went back to the pool, and I ignored the searching look in Carolyn's eyes. Shelby leaned over to me when I settled in. "I'm tired. I want to go to bed." "Okay. Me too." I leaned back and hopped up on the edge of the Jacuzzi. "I think we're going to call it a night, folks. Have fun." "Later, man," Phillip said. Carolyn scowled slightly but said nothing. The rest of the guests waved us off, and we went inside. "Will?" We were in bed together, having just undressed and lied down to cuddle. "Hmm?" "Did you notice Carolyn and Phillip?" "Yeah." "This is getting too weird for me." "I'm thinking it might help if we went off together somewhere." She twisted around from where she had been spooning with me. "Just the two of us?" "Yeah." "Where?" "You ever been out to Block Island?" "No." "It's nice this time of year. We could take the ferry over, get a room at a bed and breakfast for a couple of days, just have some fun." She smiled. "That would be nice. You don't think everything will be booked, though?" "Not in the middle of the week." "Okay." She kissed me and nuzzled my face. "I love you. Please tell me this will be all right." "It will. I told you, just give her time to get used to it." VIII. I found Phillip in the breakfast room the next morning. I knew right away, from the sheepish look on his face, what had happened. "Hey." "Uh, hey. I think I had a little too much to drink last night." I didn't meet his gaze. "Don't worry about it." I got some coffee, and I was blowing on it to cool it off when Carolyn breezed into the room in a long robe. "Good morning," she said brightly. She went over to kiss Phillip on the cheek, glancing at me once to see if I was watching. He looked at me as if he wanted to be a million miles away. Carolyn poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down, not looking at either of us. Phillip stood up. "Uh, guys, I really need to get back to Boston." Carolyn pouted. "Don't leave so soon." "I've got some stuff I have to do, sorry." "That's cool," I said. "Yeah, um, I think I'll go get packed." He fidgeted for a second and then went upstairs. Carolyn began humming a little tune, but didn't look at me. I thought of saying something, then decided that I didn't want to let her bait me. "Shelby and I are going to Block Island today. We'll probably spend the night." The humming stopped. She turned and stared out the window. "Fine. Maybe I'll go back to Boston with Phillip." I stared at her, the disgust growing in my gut. "Don't do this." She looked back at me innocently. "Do what?" "You know what I'm talking about." "Do I?" "Yes." "Well, what's your problem? You're fucking one of my friends, why can't I fuck one of yours?" "Because you're not doing it for the same reasons I am." "And what are my reasons, Mr. I Understand Everything?" Both of us knew the answer to that question, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. "Forget it," I said finally. "Do what you want. I'll see you in a few days." She turned and looked back out the window. I waited to see if she would say anything else. She didn't. I went upstairs and found Shelby packing one of her bags. "Stay out of Carolyn's way this morning." "You told her about the trip?" "Yeah. And, if I'm not badly mistaken, she slept with Phillip last night." Her face paled. "Oh, my God. She did?" "They were sure acting like it just now. Phillip is in the process of fleeing the house." She put her hand on her forehead. "This is crazy. I have to get out of here." "As soon as we're packed, let's go get something to eat. We can just drive down to the ferry afterward." "Okay. Yeah." We finished packing as quickly as we could and went down to the car. I didn't see Carolyn. Phillip was already gone. Shelby climbed immediately into my Jeep. "Will, please." I gave the house one last, searching look, and got in. The ferry left about ten-thirty from the Fort Adams pier. During breakfast, I had called around to the various B&B's on the island. The cheaper stuff was all booked, but I wanted a big room anyway. I finally got us an ocean-view room with a deck in a colonial-era inn just outside of Old Harbor. After we were out to sea, Shelby went up to the front of the ferry and leaned out, looking over the water. I put my arms around her from behind. I realized a few moments later that she was crying. "What's wrong?" "Will, I'm so fucking confused." "About Carolyn?" "I just don't understand why she's being like this. My God, during school, she was acting like she couldn't wait for us to meet. She was so psyched about introducing us." "She was?" "Yeah. I told you how much she talked about you. Although, like I told you, I maybe got the wrong idea about you. I told you about that." "Was that from her?" "I don't know. She sure didn't try to change my perceptions of you. We talked about what I told you about, how I wanted to lose my virginity this summer. She seemed just fine with it at the time. That's why I can't understand this at all. This seemed to be just what she wanted." A twinkling of an idea grew in the back of my head, a possible explanation. It wasn't something I could dare tell Shelby. Could it be? Would Carolyn really do something like that? I wasn't sure I wanted to know. The ferry pulled into Old Harbor just before one, and we ate a quick lunch in a cafe on the water. The B&B was above the town, toward Beacon Hill, and we took a cab out of the harbor. "It's so pretty," Shelby said. "Yeah." "Could you sail out here?" "It takes most of the day, but I've done it. They have a big race week here every year. It's a lot of fun." "I'd like to do that." I was concerned about checking in with Shelby, since she was underage, but the woman in charge didn't seem to care, or at least didn't notice. She gave us the key and showed us up to the room. Shelby flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. After checking out the room--we had a whirlpool bath in the bathroom--I lay down beside her. "What should we do?" "What do you want to do?" "I know it would be tacky, but do they have tours of the island?" "They must." "Could we do that?" "Sure." I called down to the front desk, and the woman gave me the number of a tour company. I called them and got a spot on a tour later that afternoon. After Shelby changed clothes and freshened up, we went back to town. I had been here maybe half a dozen times before for Block Island Race Week, so I zoned out during the tour and tried to figure out what was going on with Carolyn. The idea I had on the ferry refused to leave my head. As sick as it seemed, I couldn't think of any other explanation. I took Shelby to an expensive dinner in town after the tour was over, and we returned to the inn. We made love for about an hour, then went out to sit on the deck under a blanket. "Will, I'm thinking when we go back, that I maybe shouldn't go back to the house." "What do you mean?" "Just to let Carolyn calm down. I should just go back to New York for a few days. Maybe you could come down to see me afterward." "To give Carolyn some space." "Right." "I just can't see her right now. Not after last night and this morning." "How are you going to get home?" "Just take me to the train station. I can get back from there." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I love you, but I need some time to deal with this." We spent the next morning wandering around the island. We got a picnic lunch at a deli and took it out to Sandy Point, where we stayed for a few hours. Shelby was quiet most of the day, and I didn't press her. The ferry left at five, and we got back to Newport around seven- thirty. I dropped her off at the train station with her bag. I kissed her a few times. "You're sure about this?" "Yes. I'm sorry." "It's okay. I'll call you tomorrow." "Thanks. I'll miss you." "You too." "I love you." I hugged her one last time, then went home. ************************************************ Consanguinity Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----