AUSTIN
"Mother, before you leave... I need the financial book keeping." I said in a hurry. If things were going to change, I needed to be in control of every aspect. Things around here were about to be modified. I respected the way my parents had always handled it but it was time for a little discipline. The negroes here were far too comfortable compared to the Gallagher's.
"Merri handles the book keeping.." My mother summoned taking a sip of her tea. I furrowed my eyebrows waiting for her to tell me it was a little banter to ruffle my feathers.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Son, Merrigold is remarkably intelligent." My father chipped in.
Running my hand through my jet black hair, I bit on my lip very hard not pleased at all. "You taught that rat mathematics? Mother Father, are you mental? No wonder she dare slapped me. What else will you inform me that she dines with us and has a room in the house. Pathetic and very illegal."My mother shook her head whispering to my father as if I was not there. "Knowing Merri, if she slapped you then it was for a good reason. Secondly, you do not speak to your mother and I in such a volatile manner. We raised you better than the barbaric imbecile you mirror."Putting my lips in a thin line. "Does she reside in this house?" Because I will go nuts, trying to refrain from shagging her until my cock hurts."Yes." My mother added, giving me her pretty smile. Her straight teeth, out-front. She was beautiful, there was no other woman I loved more than my birth giver and that would not change anytime soon. Equally the same with my father, they were down to earth always had been and I suppose many people took advantage of that. I was a replica of my father in his early days, same black jet hair and my dull gray eyes with flecks of gold and brown. At first glance people always assumed they were blue or green, depending on the lighting and my choice of clothing. As a young boy, my mother would always fuss over how special it was and that not many people had grey eyes. None of it mattered to me, everyone fussed about their looks. I thought I was pretty average, I had been told multiple times that 'nice-looking' 'stunning' 'sightly' 'handsome' 'well built'
In all honesty that is not what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear about my skills when I have a woman begging, my performance when I make a woman shudder with bliss, I'd say the size of my junk but that did not appeal to me either. I was over insecurities of a teenage boy who constantly compared his size to his mates and brother for any sought of validation. My validation came from the moans of pleasure that escaped a woman's lips when I ravaged her."We decided to give her a room in the house because she deserved it."
"Deserved it? What did she do? Go for war and returned a hero!"My parents chuckled. "Austin, do not be ridiculous. You will love the girl.""Of course." I said sarcastically.—
My parents had said their goodbyes and left. Prying around the house, I noted that of course my very kind accommodating parents would have extended a pantry into a room.Something a negro did not at all deserve. Perhaps they weren't so kind, with the amount of room all abandoned by my siblings, I wondered why did they not give her one of those instead of taking so much more effort building this for her.
Empty and I unlocked, I went in... a mesmerizing scent immediately hint me some sort of vanilla or lavender. I could not quite tell. Dull and boring colors that reminded me of a prison cell. Her bed was neatly made, everything was in place for some reason that appealed to me because there is nothing I loathed more than filthiness, although negroes were filth in their own animalistic form. Not giving much thought, I began to go through a single drawer that seemed to have all her clothes... very few clothes, I thought to myself. Her undergarments were as dull as her room, her drawers did bring me some sort of... would not call it excitement, it was rather I liked her smell or whatever it was. Bringing it to my nose, I inhaled the spellbound scent.
The thought that this had passed her lowest region—
What am I doing? I thought to myself, immediately coming to a halt. I felt utterly disgusted with my actions, how was I entertaining the thoughts of a negro that I had only met three days ago. This was so unlike me, so unlike my usual character. Deciding I wouldn't entertain anymore of this odd aphrodisia, I walked out immediately banging the door behind me. I knew if it went too far, I'd have to have her. Borrow her a little bit from her so called lover. My cock stiffened almost immediately at the thought. Agreeing that I would not entertain it any further but if it took a toll on me I'd have to visit my dear Jane.
A little flabbergasted, I instructed one of the help to make me a cup of coffee. With whirlpool thoughts, speak of the devil. She made her way towards me, her face somber. She laid a book flat on the table and— I could tell that it took everything within her to show me respect.
"Master Austin, the book—"
"Done playing for the day, I assume?" I smirked, she frowned.
"I do not understand?"
"Your lover, I meant you're done satisfying him already. I reckon the last time it was exactly at this time that I caught you two in the barn."
Restraining from making an outburst, she smiled lightly. For a second my eyes focused on the way her plump lips contoured into a widening grin.. so innocent yet alluring. I did not know if I should feel— I felt odd.Probably sick, a minor fever. It always made me very unfocused and more uncomfortable. I always made other uncomfortable not the other way round in all honesty. "Mrs. Cunningham informed me that I should escort you through the financial book keeping..."
"Of course, with the house all to ourselves we have all the time to get through that." I added make her cringe or was it a gist of fear hidden beneath that cold exterior. It made me wonder just how long until she breaks. The help sat my cup of coffee, I could not help but add a remark.
"Ooh, thank you so much Nancy, I reckon this is what some negroes should be doing... making great coffee."
If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead on the spot. She excused herself, telling the help that she would not be having supper. Such a shame because I would have loved to share a table with her. Feast with her or feast on her.
MERRYGOLDWe had promised each other to abstain. To save ourselves until the right moment. Thomas was very understanding, he never rushed me into anything that I did not quite comfortable with. I had always known of Austin Cunningham but with him being eight years older than me, he had already been off to boarding school. On holidays he preferred to visit their umpteen family all over Europe and the West. I suppose I could say, I had never stumbled upon him. For a while, I noted that he was the black sheep. His brother was kind and respectful so was his sisters, like their very religious parents. They treated us fairly as human beings, they gave us a little dignity and Mrs Cunningham loved to occupy herself with bible classes where she discreetly taught us as kids around the ranch how to read, some simple mathematics here and there. She would always whisper that we had to pretend we were reading our bibles and that there was no other activity taking place other than that. Selfless and
MERRYGOLDHe walked about past my front door more than I could count with both my fingers and toes. My room was after all on the other side of the kitchen, I was used to that. Sometimes, I assumed it was to alert me that I should be awake.. after four am, I was always awake. Who could sleep knowing that he was somewhere out there just waiting for me to be vulnerable. Why was he awake at four am? He was always roaming around dropping utensils and this and that anything, stomping his feet whenever he reached past my door. I knew it was him, my heart beat picked up. For a while, he ignored me at which I was glad but still left me anxious. Why would he befriend Thomas but ignore me? Not that I had wanted any sort of friendship or anything with someone as vile, rude and malevolent as him. Looks were truly deceiving beneath it all, beneath that intimidating facade, I assumed he had horns waiting to manifest."I'm cutting off payments." He said nonchalantly lazing back in his father's seat.
MERRYGOLDCuddling to the warmth of my blanket, I said grace thanking God for my life, the people in it and my daily bread. Sleep came easy considering how long of a day it had been. I had this nightmare for days and days on end where I imagined Austin sneaking in and taking advantage of me. In this dream, I fought hard and ran far enough to hide behind big brother and Thomas.In reality... I failed—In reality, his hands swooped over my body in the dark. His breath behind my back watching me sleep. His eyes heavy with lust. Assuming it was another nightmare, I woke up breathing and sweating heavily after feeling his presence beside me... touching and caressing me. His tongue made contact with my neck, I felt my body shut down from fear. I couldn't voice my thoughts or scream. Where was the this confidence that I always had? Where had it gone? Where was my determination to fight back? Where had my daring courage to kick him in the nuts go? Where was my boldness to scream, to run, to—
I had no interest in her whatsoever till Thomas, revealed that even he had not touched her. The competitor or rather antagonist in me wanted, needed, suddenly craved to be the first. Merrigold was not all that appealing, I had sexually been with negroes who were much better looking over the past years. She was as thin as a stick, her lack of breasts weren't all that appealing either. She could have been flat chested for the hell of it but goodness... the meander of every hip and curve, although petite her backside moved me a little. Her structure could have been sculpture by the God's, it made up for her lemon sized breasts. I had assumed if she ate the right amount of food she would not be as thin as she is. She had the privilege of staying in the house and working in the house but she looked starved her collar bone scared me, almost screamed fragile. It was only recently that I realized, she gave her every share of food served in the house to her brother or Thomas or the niec
I have not had a date in about a century, are you sure I look quite alright... Mrs. Brown." I asked one of our oldest housekeepers, she had been there when I was born, when I went off to boarding school, upon my return. She had always been there.I could not recall a moment in my life where she had not been present. I had respect for my mother and Mrs. Brown. They were very close to my heart. Mrs. Brown gave me a soft smile... "You look handsome as always Master Austin.""What happened to calling me your dear Austin?" I teased."You're a grown man now.""I still want to be called 'my dear Austin'..." I gave her a pout."Ohhh I know that pout, caused me grief when you were a little boy. You were a big crier, such a big baby." She chuckled reminiscing.I appreciated my mother but I knew all too well that all she did was give birth and hand the child to Mrs. Brown to take care of. My mother had her good night's sleep while Mrs. Brown did all her motherly duties. My mother could not r
In he entered the kitchen with his Remington hunting rifle, he held it so close like an expert. A giggle followed behind him, I could not help but feel some sort of annoyance as I continued to cut the green peppers and onion."I could have sworn you were a professional.." She said softly followed by a giggle. Her voice reminded me that of a child, a little girl.Anything Austin did, she was wildly impressed. She held onto his arm as she continued to serenade him with compliments. With the hatred I felt for him, I'd never take pride in complimenting him. I saw him as a vulture, a hyena that preys on the helpless and already dead."My best mates father Joshua Gallagher used to take us hunting as kids. I could have done a better job honestly...""Those helpless birds were lucky then." She smiled dreamily watching him."I would not have wanted to look murderous with a stunning lady in my presence.."With a pink tint on her cheeks. "You look rather handsome and invincible in such a sta
"I told you, he was as friendly as could be..." Thomas said taking a spoonful of his food.For the first time, I felt the urge to roll my eyes at him.For someone whom I had been missing so much, I only felt nothing but annoyance.Would they still think Austin was a saint if I told them about all his deeds... how he had sneaked in and invaded every bit of privacy till I could practically breathe the same air as him. For something meant to disgust me, how scared and fearful I had been...I found myself wishing I had given in. I found myself, waiting for him to budge through the door and start a squabble with me for what so ever reason that it would land him in between my thighs.I gulped down a feeling of guilt when I looked at Thomas who could not stop letting me know about horse facts that I had no interest in knowing.He looked at me adoringly and assured me he missed me so much.I missed him as well..."Merri?" My brother called, I diverted my attention to him.It was as if I exp
"I told you, he was as friendly as could be..." Thomas said taking a spoonful of his food.For the first time, I felt the urge to roll my eyes at him.For someone whom I had been missing so much, I only felt nothing but annoyance.Would they still think Austin was a saint if I told them about all his deeds... how he had sneaked in and invaded every bit of privacy till I could practically breathe the same air as him. For something meant to disgust me, how scared and fearful I had been...I found myself wishing I had given in. I found myself, waiting for him to budge through the door and start a squabble with me for what so ever reason that it would land him in between my thighs.I gulped down a feeling of guilt when I looked at Thomas who could not stop letting me know about horse facts that I had no interest in knowing.He looked at me adoringly and assured me he missed me so much.I missed him as well..."Merri?" My brother called, I diverted my attention to him.It was as if I exp