...is the Father

Ben:

“Mornin’ Ben.” Bailey yawned like a lioness waking from her slumber, sliding into the steel stool with her wild bird’s nest of dark locks, flopping her head down onto her arms with a monstrous groaning grunt.

Chuckling lightly, sliding a fresh mug of coffee into her outstretched hand as she flashed me a tilted smirk.

“Rough night at the club?” Pouring two more mugs for my Butterfly and Maxine, knowing they should be wondering in shortly after the crazy Christmas bash at the club last night.

It’s been a chaotic month and half since our mind-blowing night in the ‘room’ with Elicia, which turned into us converting the secret room below our bedroom to a private ‘playroom’ for our many sleepless nights of exploration. Which has not disappointed. Witnessing first hand of her discovering and experimenting with sexual urges, while learning more about what makes us tick has been the sexiest thing ever to cross our paths.

Bailey and Maxine started working at the club for extra cash, but it was for the ‘buffet of sweaty flesh’ they devoured nightly. Their words not ours, but after the first couple of ‘walk of shames’, we programed their identities into the ‘room’ so we could avoid any problems.

The looks we got when they saw the hidden room was more than classic, quickly explaining our tastes had evolved and we no longer required the room. That was also around the time of our first Thanksgiving in the new house, followed by Christmas throwing up as soon as the dishes and food were packed away.

The normal distaste for twinkling lights and everything nice, quickly replaced with the joyful smile of Elicia and the girls singing and dancing around while the house became a majestic wonderland of Christmas.

Butterfly was tired for a whole other reason, apparently, sources unknown submitted videos of her dancing and playing piano to the Dean, which turned into a job offer as an Instructor, seeing they were short staffed.

Cough. Cough. Peyton.

She gladly accepted, even receiving her Bachelor of Arts because she had accumulated more than enough credits in High School through her advanced courses. So, four days a week she teaches dance and music with one of us accompanying her. Which at first caused quite a ruckus, but after she put her foot down with a few colorful words the students fell in line.

“Umm…coffee.” Maxine hummed happily as she scooped up the mug, looking down the hallway to see my Butterfly, nothing.

“Shouldn’t E be up by now. School is on holiday.” Bailey perked up quickly, fingering out her messy locks as Maxine slid into the stool next to her. Bumping into her shoulder playfully as they giggled sipping their steaming coffee, side glancing my confused state.

“Or…maybe you four are ‘working’ her too hard in other ways?” Bailey perked a playful brow, looking down then back wiggling her brows with a devilish smirk causing them to bust out in lively laughter. Dry-humping their seats as they ran their hands along each other’s chests, moaning, grunting with mocking ‘O’ expressions.

Shaking my head pointing at them to behave, and I thought Randi was bad. These two combined have out-matched the ‘Perverted Vamp’ several times, even getting him and Rex to blush before adding their own colorful personas to the mix.

“We were actually gentle with her last night.” Grabbing her steaming mug of coffee, laughing at their shocked expressions.

“Maxine! I think ‘Hell’ froze over. The Nightshade Quad, gentle with our little E. I must be dreaming.” Bailey grabbed Maxine in shock, playfully fainting into her chest.

“Mornin’!” Randi sung lively as him and Rex sauntered into the kitchen, pouring themselves coffee with perked brows of amusement.

“You two! Put the leash on your ‘evil spawn’.” Saluting in departure as the early noon sun glistened across the polished gray granite as the hollowed clicks of my shoes reverberated in approach to our bedroom. Slowly opening the door, looking over at the disheveled heap of bedding as a guttural coughing gag sounded from the bathroom.

“Butterfly, you okay?” Placing her coffee on the side table as she groaned in protest, flushing the toilet as she stood on shaky legs. She looked pale and exhausted as she grabbed her toothbrush. Pre-rinsing with mouthwash before brushing her teeth with a coughing gag, halting her hand mid-stroke turning towards the toilet, shaking it off with a slow exhale.

“I’m fucking peachy.” She hissed, spitting out her toothpaste before rinsing a second time, dabbing her cool hands along her flushed face and neck.

“You don’t look ‘peachy’, more like death warmed over.” Laughing lightly, wetting a washcloth to wipe off her sweaty face as her blue-hazels dilated in surprise, cupping her hand over her mouth as she rushed back to the toilet. Kneeling next to her, rubbing soothing circles along her back, groaning at the foul green slime as she blindly reached for the toilet lever.

“You are going back to bed young lady.” Lifting her up slowly, cupping her head to my chest as she nuzzled down into my hold.

“Chris.” Linking him, gently laying her down in bed as she curled into a fetal position with her pillow.

“Yeah?” He huffed out breathless, hearing the slight clink of the weights in the background.

“Elicia is sick. I’m putting her back in bed, but can you grab some tea and crackers for her.” Untangling the sheets and comforter as soft knocking drew my attention, quickly covering my Butterfly with a gentle kiss to her forehead as she nuzzled into the pillow. Rushing over to the door as the knocking sounded a little louder.

“Yeah.” Opening it up to Bailey peeking in over my shoulder with a playful smirk.

“Did I interrupt?” She giggled softly, stepping out quietly as the door clicked close.

“No, she’s sick. I put her back in bed, but Chris should be bringing tea and crackers soon. What’s up?” Hearing rushed foot falls as my brothers rounded the corner, sweaty, panting like they ran marathons when the gym was literally down the hall.

“She okay?” “What’s wrong?” Elias and Roger spoke rushed as Chris bypassed us towards the kitchen.

“One at a time. Bailey, what did you need?” Looking at their sour expressions as Bailey snickered behind her hand.

“There’s an ‘Amelia’ on the phone? I can tell her…” Holding up my hand to her.

“Tell her to hold on a few minutes, we’ll grab it in the office.” Pointing to my brothers to follow as Chris appeared with a tray of steaming tea and crackers, watching Bailey disappear around the corner as we entered our office two doors down from our room.

“To answer your questions: she’s resting. I put her back in bed, but she looks exhausted and pale.” Grabbing the phone as it beeped, pressing the speaker as Randi, Rex, and Chris filed into the room with concerned expressions.

“Hey Amelia.” We responded as soon as we heard her breathing, but instead of Amelia’s cut-throat lecturing about making her wait, loud guttural laughter echoed through the room as the phone brushed against something.

“Boys, how good to hear your voices.” Frozen to our spots as our ‘father’ spoke like it was just another day, tasting the same foul green slime creeping up my throat as we growled at the phone in shock.

“You should be dead, Titan.” Roger growled out first, snapping us out of our frozen stupor as Randi and Rex motioned to keep him talking, setting up a recorder as Randi slipped out of the room mouthing ‘checking on E’.

“Aw, now boys, is that anyway to speak to your father. I mean, it is one big happy family now.” His timbered voice roared in laughter as Randi slipped back in with a thumbs-up.

“Cut the Shit Titan.” Elias barked out, slamming his hands down on the tiger oak desk as the phone jumped with a clanking thud.

“Would you like to know about your little ‘mates’ family? I mean, she is practically family now.” His chuckling tone had us seething as Randi pressed the mute button.

“Don’t let him goad you into something stupid.” He unmuted the call quickly, pulling Rex tightly to his chest as their eyes glowed a haunting reddish-yellow.

“What do you know?” Exhaling slowly, tracing my mark under my shirt to calm the swirling rage that was fixing to erupt into something nasty and sinister.

“How do I put this, so you don’t freak-out, aww, yes. My dear brother, Bain, and Peyton’s father, Myles… is the father.” The air sucked from the room like a vacuum seal container as the ground split open, devouring every molecule that held us together.

“YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!” Chris slammed his fist through the wall, growling out a strangled exhale as Randi and Rex motioned with their hands to ‘not believe it’.

“Why would I lie about something so ‘fabulous’. She is my sons ‘mate’ and my long-lost niece.” Gripping the wall as the room spun rapidly with my pounding heart, staring at my brothers as their faces contorted into a strange, mortified gloom.

“Hey Fuckhead, do you have proof to support your theory? Because at this moment in time that’s exactly what it is, a Theory. Until then, auf Wiedersehen.” Randi slammed the receiver, plunging us into a swirling abyss of nausea and rushing heat, finding the nearest thing to plant our asses against before collapsing to the ground.

Feeling like my limbs were weighted down with concrete.