Chapter 3 - My Turn

I almost die of boredom when I wait for someone who is so sick. Charles should have died or been in a coma forever, but instead he woke up.

Well, even if he can't speak clearly yet. At least I'm free from the accusation that Milly pushed my eldest brother.

"I told you, didn't I?" I rolled up my shirt sleeves after handing the suit to Bulan while responding to Milly's voice on the loudspeaker stuck in my earpiece. "As annoyed as I am with this old man, I'm not going to be like him who can get rid of other people."

Obviously, I was speaking in front of Mas Charles, who kept glaring at me in annoyance. Unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do since waking up from the coma.

Being in a coma for a few days apparently took away his strength altogether. No punches, no stomps, not even just shouting he could only laugh at me.

"You want to wait for me at home? Are you sure? Okay." I turned off the voice call connection and sat on the chair closest to the gurney occupied by Mas Charles.

"Milly wants to stay at my house. Happy?" The corner of my left lip rose to form an asymmetrical smile, more like an insult to the idea.

Isn't that what Charles wants? I'm the one who looks normal according to the people around me.

Bulan held out my other phone and already connected a video call. Someone who's been asking for my protection since... I don't know, I'm not counting the years.

The contact was Randy, Charles' son whom I had taught to treat girls properly.

"Your father is awake, but ...," I moved to Mas Charles' side, also leaning on the raised gurney, "don't you want to see for yourself?"

"You really have to now, Uncle?" The figure on the other side of the call seemed to have a row of piercings on the edge of his ears. He was much thinner than the last time we met across the island.

Or is it the camera effect? I had to check my own appearance on my phone screen.

"What can I do?" My shoulders rose with a rough sigh as I jumped down from the side of the gurney and continued to speak, "The time you came here was an improvement, wasn't it?"

Progress for Charles' health or ....

"Mama hasn't—"

My nephew's story had to be cut short by turning off the connection. Charles didn't need to know the where abouts of the woman he had neglected in the past.

"Look! It's so hard to get your son to come home!" I shake the phone in the air before handing it to Bulan as I gesture for her to leave.

"What did Uncle talk to Papa about?" Another girl enters the room, carrying a bunch of flower arrangements that are placed in a vase on the table by the window.

"Nothing. Just got off the phone with your brother. He should have moved on, right?" I weighed the cigarette in my hand, deciding not to burn it since I was still in the hospital.

"He's already here," said Charles' daughter.

Is she still a virgin? I seem to recall that he pays for a male entertainer at every party several times.

"Oh, that's good." It turns out that Wiratama's eldest can cheat too. "I don't want to continue to be an old man's guard like him."

I was the one who paid for Randy's schooling in the police academy and his mother's living expenses and care, but ... I was the last to know. Damn it!

"Uncle never took care of Papa. Don't overdo it." Oh, you dare to grumble? "You're just avoiding the accusation that you pushed Papa, right?"

I couldn't help but laugh, to the point where I hit the back of the chair I was sitting on.

I said, "That's what you believe," and I had no intention of changing that at all.

***

As soon as I got out of the car, I ran straight to the man at the door. "I'm so starving!" I confessed.

Not caring about our position that anyone could see, I pressed him against the door, exploring his smoke-streaked oral cavity using repeated tongue thrusts.

"Wait! Wait, Sir!" The more he pushed, the more I pressed the evidence of arousal on his that also seemed to be hardening from outside his pants.

I kept listing the names of the people I hated during the attack. It had been a tiring day, and I needed it.

I was tired of all the accusations. I was tired of managing all the problems that Charles had left behind during his illness. And I was tired of holding myself back the last few days because my man only came on Saturdays.

"Sir!" He squealed between our kisses until he bit my lower lip as I gripped his very, very petrified club.

Oh, I've missed this and can't wait to finish pressing the number on the automatic lock on the door. 

Greeted by the large sofa in the front room, he sits half-lying on the arm of the sofa. I saw his hands struggling to loosen the belt he was wearing.

Without letting go of our tongue-twister, I freed my junior from the mesh of the zipper and rubber panties. They were very swollen, especially when looking at the cleavage that was presented when my man lifted his ass high.

The puckered hole there twitched dryly until I had to spit repeatedly and spread the natural lubricant all the way inside.

"Oh, good dog...," my fingers moved around his outer hole, then impromptu stabbed as deep as possible with the command, "Bark!"

He did. Barked. Like a shy puppy.

I repeated it a few times and I felt the corners of my eyes getting wet from laughing.

I like this. He's clean to the core. I even like to lick his scrotum which is pulled up due to maximum erection.

He closed his eyes. Sighs softly. Then looked at me again with a very misty gaze.

As soon as the evidence of my arousal replaced the piercing finger... he barked loudly.

Ah, being enfolded in this warmth mostly unravels the complexities in my head. His throbbing massages mine so deliciously.

"Sir...," he moans every time I pull back as far as I can, then growls at the maximum thrust.

He ran out of sound, sounding hoarse and weak. However, I wasn't done pressing the point behind his prostate that made him climax over and over again.

"Soon!" I said excitedly, speeding up the friction on his increasingly slippery asshole.

I focused on my own satisfaction after making him cum so many times. My turn.