Unprecedented Events Ch. 04

The next few days were uneventful. Mama would turn 43 in 4 days. I had to do something special. She loves flowers. I began my plan. Wisteria was blooming all over the hollow at the back 40. The morning of her birthday I took Aunt Linda and Jess to the back 40 and we began cutting down the wisteria vines to make wreaths of flowers. If you've never smelled wisteria, it is very fragrant. Hundreds of violet blooms on each strand give off a sweet perfume with a very slight musk undertone that fills your nose pleasantly when breathed deep and the scent is just strong enough that you smell like it if you are around it very long.

Becky and Steph would occupy Mama so we could get everything decorated. It was going to be a party. Mama commented about me drinking the moonshine and said;

"It's past time for me to tie one on. After what we've been through, it's probably good there isn't an open liquor store anymore!"

I knew that mama smoked pot back in the 90's when she was in high school. She didn't hide it. She told me about going to Lynyrd Skynyrd and Allman Brothers concerts. She told me highest she ever was, was when Jackyl, a hard southern rock band, played the fair grounds in Warner Robins. She got to meet the band and they had the best smoke she ever had. Dad even took a swing at the drummer when he made a pass at her and they got kicked out of the back stage party. There was more to her than most people knew.

So my plans were laid. I took my tobacco tin and put it in my pocket. We carried wreath upon wreath crack to the cabin. Some were unrolled and strung around the one room and others were hung on the wall inside. We unrolled a couple of big wreaths and strung them low in the branches so the scent would permeate the air. Aunt Linda made another pecan glazed cake.

The meal was fixed and we tried to make it a traditional barbecue. Steph come back and grabbed a small bag filled with things for Mama and walked by me winking as she passed. A short while later we had everything ready; food, moonshine and marijuana. This should be interesting!

"Here comes Becky and Steph, get ready we all are gonna sing." You could hear Aunt Linda's excitement.

Mama wasn't with them.

"We came on back. Mama said she wanted a few minutes to herself". Becky was excited and it gave her a chance to be part of the surprise.

"Where did y'all go?" I asked.

"The hot spring down where the river bends back toward Roland Road." Ah I knew the place.

We hadn't been that far because the terrain was rugged. There were loose rocks on the sides of the hills that made hiking them difficult and a little dangerous but if you took Adams Ferry Road to Roland Road, it was a long walk but a lot safer. That spring is part of the Roosevelt State park hot springs but was just barely off of the park property. A natural hot tub. We used to sneak girls in there and make out.

About 20 minutes had gone by and I was nervous for Mama to be by herself so I left to check on her. The whole way I was thinking in my mind the many things that could go wrong when I heard her. Was she crying? No. She was moaning. I knew those sounds too well. The sounds of pleasure. I couldn't help myself. I had to see. What had come over me?

She was leaning back on a large flat rock. Her hair was wet. Her skin, dark as mine. Her breasts. Just large enough to sag a little and cause her dark areola to be shaped like lemons. Her nipples were large, the size of fat pencil erasers, and they were hard. Her belly wasn't quite flat. She had that slight "mom" fullness to her. Her hips were wide and gave her ass it's great shape. It had been years since she gave birth to Brannon but you could still see very slight stretch marks where her belly grew while she carried, well all of us. They were character marks. To me, the were sexy symbols of her womanhood.

She was moving her hand.

Just out of the water I could see her neatly trimmed hair and a pink dildo she was thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her right leg was bent with her thigh and knee up, she arched back and her eyes were closed:

"Mmmmmmm"

She was moaning and breathing heavily. Her hand moved so fast. She laid back and, with her other hand, caressed her breast and rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb. Pinching it until it turned white.

"Ahhh aaahhhhh, ohhh take me now. Uhh yess Rusty mmm I wish you were here with me now!"

Little did she know.

She shook and quivered and rolled away with her back to me clamping her thighs together on her hand.

I had just seen the hottest thing ever. Watching my mom have an orgasm and call MY name. SHE CALLED MY NAME. I was breathing heavy and rubbing my cock through my blue jeans.

I couldn't. Not now. I turned and made my way back to the cabin as fast and quietly as I could.

"What's wrong with you? You're pale as a ghost! Where is Anne?" Aunt Linda was worried but only for a minute when Steph chimed in;

"Looks like he saw SOMEONE riding that pink pony. Hahaha!" She laughed.

"Fuck it. As soon as she is back we are gettin' drunk." Hell I needed a drink after that.

Everyone:

"Happy birthday to you..."

We all sang and she turned red and was surprised at the flowers and decorations.

"Blow out the candles Aunt Anne! Make a wish!!" Jess was holding the cake.

She looked me square in my eyes as she blew. She was radiant. Her hair pulled in a pony tail. Her green eyes piercing the candle flames. She blew and had a slight smile on her face.

"Ahh it feels good to be 21...again."

Everyone laughed and Aunt Linda quipped:

"Yeah right. Times two plus a few!!"

We ate a good meal while everyone talked and shared memories: good times. I sat by Becky and we huddled up. She hid me while I rolled a joint. Steph and Jess came walking out of the cabin with three quarts of moonshine, taken from the Johnson's cellar.

"Party time! We are gonna make this a good one!" Jess was always the party girl.

"Wooo weee that's stout." Mama said as she took the first sip.

"Chugalugg chugalugg." Steph was waiting for the jar to be passed to her.

By the time the jar made its first round it was half empty. Who knew Mama and Aunt Linda could throw down like that?

By the second round, the second jar was opened and the joint was lit. Screeches and howls were heard as the smell was recognized.

"Rusty James.!" Mama sounded pissed.

"I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't pass it to me first." Whew. Relief.

Screeches and howls echoed as we watched Mama furiously inhale and hold the smoke.

"Hmphf Hmphf". She choked as she held it back.

Aunt Linda popped her on the back:

"Puff puff pass dammit. Don't boggart." She was dead serious.

Becky pulled away and didn't drink or smoke. She cut the cake and ate it like an Ethiopian kid in a bread line. Yup cravings were hitting her bad.

Steph was a little apprehensive saying:

"I've never done this before."

She hit the joint like a pro. That one was just a roach when she finished so I rolled another. The second jar was empty.

Jess started singing:

"I don't like you, but I luv you

Seems that I'm always, thinkin' of you

Whoa oh oh oh

You really treat me badly, I love you madly"

Everyone joined in:

"You've really got a hold on me

You really gotta hold on me

Baby I don't want you but I need you

Don't want to kiss you but I need to..."

My whole family has an affinity for classic music. Classic rock, old soul, and old country. Steph busted out singing old Smokey Robinson, and she can sing old soul. Classic Aretha Franklin huskiness just a half step lower. Aunt Linda jerked me up and I spent the next hour or so minutes slow dancing with each of them to different songs all started by Steph.

We danced and laughed and sang for hours. I guess it was the alcohol but we had a few down moments also. We talked about Dad, Uncle John and many we knew we had lost. Tears were shed and my shirt was covered in snot and tears from all of them hugging me and holding on at one point or another. Hey, you cry, you get snot; it happens. We decided to go to the hot spring and wind down. I needed a bath as I'm sure everyone else did. It took longer than normal to get there being a little drunk and highly stoned and it was very dark with the last quarter of the moon showing.

The hot spring is very big, about the size of a small swimming pool. The park pour concrete and cut seats into the granite before surveying was complete and construction on that pool stopped. There was room for at least 25 people.

They were all giggling as we passed the last half of the last quart of shine around.

(Splasshhh)

"Come on in!" Jess called for everyone to join her.

I felt bare breasts cradle my elbow. One hand slid up my back and held the top of my shoulder. Her other slid up my chest and cradled my face pulling me toward her. She had a soft touch that made my spine tingle. She touched me like we had been in love our whole lives. We always loved each other but now we needed each other. Becky leaned into my ear;

"Come on, Babe, let's get theses clothes off and you sit with me."

I was nervous. I couldn't see much of anyone but apparently they were shedding clothes to get in. I was drunk and stoned so my inhibitions were gone.

The water was warm on my body, the night air was cold causing a contrast that heightened your senses but relaxed your body to the core.

Becky sat between my legs and laid back on my chest while lightly brushing her hands up and down my legs. Just being so close and uninhibited caused my cock to harden. She felt it and giggled.

It wasn't long when I heard Jess make her way over and scoot up next to me:

"Ah hem, and what are you two doing, hasn't the damage been done?" She let out a wicked little laugh.

Becky turned over and laid her head high up on my chest and sighed. Her nipples were hard, pressing into my belly. I felt a hand sliding up my thigh and grip my shaft.

"Mmm Becky." I groaned.

She moved to my side away from Jess, laughed and said:

"It ain't me."

Jess began stroking me slowly griping my cock at the base. I couldn't say anything. The sensation of the warm water, her hand and two beautiful women touching my body was more than I could fathom. It wasn't long and I was building to a powerful orgasm. Becky loved my nipples and she sucked my left nipple and bit HARD. Shit I liked it.

I raised my head and with barely enough moonlight, I could see two women across the natural pool, curiously close to each other. They weren't kissing but they were intertwined and bucking in a way that caused the water to ripple and splash. Steph moved behind Becky and sat up on her lap. My mind was crazy! My mom and aunt were making out; probably more but I couldn't concentrate. I was getting a hand job from Jess with Becky and Steph right beside me. My mind swirled.

Becky slid down and sucked and bit my other nipple and Steph nibbled on my neck and whispered;

"We are yours. All of us. When you are ready."

I came. I came with a force that cause a sharp stab below my sack causing me to wince and groan out loud;

"Ungghh!"

"Is my baby boy having a good time on my birthday?" I heard mom ask from across the pool.

"Mmm I do believe so Aunt Annie!" Jess said seductively.

"Steph will you tell me how well he repays his debts?" Jess was on fire.

They all laughed out loud. I could smell the musk of woman in the air. Either Mom or Aunt Linda was sitting on the edge with the others head between her legs. I wanted more. My mind wasn't ready.

"Becky, none of this bothers you?" I asked in earnest

"Nope, not one bit. We need each other. That is enough." She was sure in her answer.

The sun was coming up. Frost had settled on the ground away from the pool. It was blissful. We made our way back to the cabin; whispers, laughter and holding hands.

Something was different. Our lives were an average, small town existence before the quakes shaped the fate of our existence. We were the normal farming family. Mama was well known and active in the PTA. We were active at church and went to all of the church functions; bake sales, car washes, fund raisers for the youth group, all the above. Dad was on the board for the electric membership corporation and on the list of consultants for the agricultural college.

All of my siblings and I were very active in sports and extra curricular activities; football, girls softball, barrel racing, team roping, 4H, ROTC rifle team, the list was quite long.

Mama was the typical "team mom". Stretchy pants, lose shirts and pony tails made up her normal wear. She was stylish, by all means, but she made it look effortless. Dad was the typical farmer. Blue jeans and a t shirt or flannel shirt and a ball cap and usually chewing on a toothpick. He was the star quarter back when he was in high school and Mama was with the Flag Corp in the marching band.

We all had similar lives that changed in a matter of hours.

Now, I had so much conflict in my heart and in my head. None of this was normal 9 months ago. What is right? What is wrong? How will everything affect our relationships?

September 17th 2017

Corn was coming in real heavy and we were busy stockpiling everything we could. The temperatures were getting cold, very cold, at night. Steph and Jess left at daylight to go pick strawberries at the Echols farm again. I started my routine of building our supply of fire wood and digging out another cellar under the new cabin. Mama, Becky, and Aunt Linda fabricated carts out of a couple of damaged bicycles and we're off to pick corn.

(Boom, boom...boom,boom)

Four gunshots rang out from near the Echols farm. Quickly, I made my way to the road and found Mama, Aunt Linda and Becky coming out of the corn field.

"Do you think something is wrong?" Aunt Linda couldn't hide her emotion.

"Go to the cabin and get the shotguns and the rifle. Go to our cellar and lock yourselves inside." I knew that Jess and Steph had taken a shotgun with them. One round fired was a rifle. A large rifle. Growing up on the farm and hunting, you learned the difference in a the sounds of a pistol, rifle and a shotgun. A rifle has a sharp popping explosion with a secondary pop and some echo, a shotgun has more of a swishing boom with very little echo and no secondary pop There had to be someone else.

The Echols farm was in view. I looked through the scope of my rifle. Steph was slumped with her back against a well pump house. She was bleeding from her abdomen.

Carefully I made my way to her. Surveying the area, like I was stalking a deer. Jess was gone.

"What happened? Where is she?" I whispered.

"They took her, I hit one but they took her." She was crying uncontrollably.

"Three men. One is laying over there." She pointed in a direction behind her and to my left.

"They came out of nowhere and..and". She passed out.

I shook her.

"Steph. Who! Did you know them?" She was unresponsive.

I laid her down and checked her wound. It was bad. There was blood. Dark red blood. Like blood from a deer that had been hit in the liver.

Anger coursed through me. I was in a calm rage like I had never experienced before. I made my way to the man, covering him with my rifle. If he moved wrong I would've shot him. He was alive. I kicked him and rolled him over.

It was one of the Smith brothers. Justin was his name. They were never anything more than trouble. The oldest had been to prison for aggravated assault and the other two were always in the local paper for drug or theft charges.

"Where did they take her, asshole!" I kicked him in the middle of his ribs.

He rolled over and spit blood. A sucking wound, from the buck shot in his chest, wouldn't let him live much longer.

"Our cabin on 10 mile creek." He choked on blood.

I dropped my rifle and stared at him. He looked back and smiled with blood on his teeth. I hit him. I kept hitting him. I hit him until my hands were so swollen I could barely make a fist. I don't know when he actually died and didn't care.

Steph was in very bad shape. Her skin turned gray and she was cold to the touch.

"Kiss me Rusty."

"Steph I gotta get mama. I'll be back."

"I don't think I will be here when you get back. Just hold me. I.. don't want to die alone. Hold me." She could hardly speak.

I gently lifted her to me and held her. She was so weak. She raised one hand to touch my face. I softly kissed her lips.

"Jess.. Get her back." She was losing her breath.

Rocking slightly with tears flowing from my eyes. Anger and sadness flooded my senses. I rocked until a while after I heard her last breath.

"I'm going to kill them, all of them." I said without any emotion in my voice.

My brother, Robert, was a survivalist of sorts. He made sure that we were well stocked on the latest technology in weapons. He stored a small arsenal of various rifles and pistols in our cellar, for an occasion such as this. I was cleaning an AR 10, 7.62 NATO chambered, rifle. It was outfitted with a sound suppressor and a variable power infra red optic. My tool of choice for the job at hand.

Robert would tell stories of his patrols while in Afghanistan, especially if he had been drinking. One thing he said over and over was:

"We rule the night."

If anyone suspected retaliation, they wouldn't suspect it so soon and wouldn't expect it in the very early morning hours. I've never had any military training. What I did know was how to stalk within a few yards of a deer and most importantly, I knew how to shoot very well. I was part of our schools Army ROTC two time state champion rifle team.

Mama camouflaged my face while Aunt Linda doctored my hands.

"You get my baby back." She sobbed as she worked.

With my camo on and armed to the teeth, I set out an hour after sunset. At the pace I needed to go to not draw any alarm and make virtually no noise, I estimated my time of arrival to be about three hours before sunrise. The twilight time. That time that even night owls had a hard time staying awake and if anyone was standing guard, they would most likely have dozed off.

Thoughts ran through my mind;

"I can smell the smoke from their fire. No sound. No one is talking. The wind is in my face, perfect. Step on that dirt, don't hit the leaves. No noise. Quit breathing so heavy. Calm down. You have to listen. I can see the glow of the fire. Top of the cabin. It's about 180 yards. Work around and get on top of that rise. The wind will be dead in your face. No need to compensate for windage when I shoot...I can see the door of the cabin. Jess is tied to a pole on the porch. JIMMIE. That worthless fuck. Ah he is asleep. 90 yards. Just far enough they can't hear the action of the rifle work. Robert said anything under 70 yards is dangerous. It could give up your position. His gun is propped up by the door. He won't be able to reach it. Steady. Breathe. Squeeze..."

"Pffffftttt."

The shot struck home crushing his hip. Exactly what I wanted it to do. He screamed in pain.

"O Git out here Jack! I been bit or somethin! Oh Jesus what is it? JAACCKK!"

Jack came to the door staggering and rubbing his eyes.

"Pffffttt."

He never made another step as the bullet struck him in his left eye and his head exploded on the back right side causing a mist of blood to float in the air as he fell to the ground.

"Oh shit!! Don't kill me! don't kill me! We didn't mean to hurt anyone." Jimmie screamed into the night.

I waited for anyone else to appear. Jess was crying. She hung her head and never said a word.

My mind was racing. I had to focus. I thought to myself;

"I can't feel bad for this. They killed Steph. They deserve it. They WILL kill you if you let them."