A Simple Life: Chapter 48 (Patreon)

After a moment of enjoying the snuggle I give Winona a prod.  “Your turn.”  I say.  “Your turn to tell a story.”

“Right!”  She tousles my hair and sits me up straight.  “Since we’re talking hero stories check this shit out.”  Leaning forward she takes her glass and has a swig of wine.  As she sets it back down she has me scoot to the far end of the love seat then spins in her seat and flops down across the cushions.  Her legs dangling over the arm rest and her head laying on my bare thigh she looks up at me with a bright-eyed smile.  I smile back and begin to pet her smooth black hair.  “So a little context first.  When Russell was looking for a car he’d always bring me along with him, me being a mechanic and better at talking to people ya know?”

“Yeah.”

“So we get to this one place and it turns out the Neon they’re selling is an SRT-4.”

“A what?”

“It was a performance model they made for awhile.”  She says.  “About as reliable as a politician in an election year, but when they do work those things could RIP!”

I giggle at her simile.  I could practically hear her father’s voice as she said it.  “Was Russell a speed demon?”

“Nope!”  She laughs.  “But the price was right.  So fast forward a year and I’ve got that bitch purring.  It kinda became my project car, even though it was his daily driver.  Better suspension, better brakes, winter tires, tuned up and dialed in.  She looked like hot trash but that little beast coulda run rally races if we wanted.  She could really…”

“Rip?”

“Whose story is this?”

I giggle.

Winona smiles.  Taking my free hand she lays it across her belly and holds it in hers.  “So my uncle was working in a warehouse in Rapid City at the time and he got pinned between a couple of palates.”

“Oh no!”

“He’s fine.”  She says.  “But we didn’t know it at the time.  All we knew was there was an accident and that he was hurt.  Unci was FREAKING OUT.”

“Unci?”

“Grandma.”  She says.  “Mom wasn’t much better.  The pair of them are running around like headless hens and then they inform Russell and I that we have to drive them into the city.  Dad was only fifteen minutes away but they weren’t going to wait for him.  Unci was convinced that she was losing her son that day if she didn’t get there.  Not sure what she thought she was gonna do.”

“Poor Unci!”

“Poor Mom.”

“Huh?”

“We weren’t about to all cram into the truck so that left Russell’s car.”  She grins.  “I told them: I can get ya there fast, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Uh oh.”

“So we all pile into the car.  Me at the wheel, Russell in shotgun, and them in the back.”  She lets out a great laugh.  “In the dead of a South Dakota winter, half of it through back country roads, I made it over 83 miles in 50 minutes.”

“Woah.”

“That trip was CRAZY!  Behind me Unci is urging me ‘faster, faster’.  Beside her my Mom is white as a ghost and finding religion as she was convinced that we were going to beat her brother to the afterlife.  And in front of her Russell is laughing his fool head off even as he’s getting scolded by the others.  I nearly hit the ditch on an icy patch, we’re drifting around bends and we actually catch some air over a rise.  It was awesome!  It was chaos.”  My fingers slowly and gently teasing out long strands I am beaming down at her.  The joy and thrill from her memory was coming through in every expressive word.  She turns her head toward me, her nose grazing my navel, and laughs even harder.  “Then on the highway we get pulled over!”

“Oh no!”

“This poor cop walks up to the window and gets sucked into the chaos.”  She says.  “She’s got my grandma screeching about her dying son.  My mom apologizing profusely and scolding me for driving like that.  Me trying to talk us out of a ticket.  And Russell just sitting there laughing like a maniac.”

“Why is he laughing?”

“That was Russell.  When he got overwhelmed he’d either clam up or start laughing.”  She says.  “The laughing was better.  He could get pretty dark when he went quiet.”  Letting go of my hand Winona softly strokes the fine silky fabric of my nightie.  “He never meant anything by the laughter.  He couldn’t help himself, ya know?”

“I know.”  I say having experienced more than a few times that embarrassment of inappropriate anxious laughter.  “Your brother means a lot to you, huh?”

“He’s the best.”  She echoes my earlier sentiment about Grandpa.  I could tell just in the way she spoke about him that while the relationship was different she held her brother Russell in her heart in just the same way that I held Grandpa in mine.

“So what happened?”

“What happened was we got a police escort!”

“What!?”

“Yeah!”  Her hand returns to mine to hold it against her belly it in a firm grip.  “The cop didn’t know quite what was happening but she could tell it was urgent so she turned on her flashers and lead us right into the hospital.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.  I swear we got the most chill cop in the state.”  She says.  “And thank goodness for that!  When we got to the hospital there’s my uncle with just his little pinkie wrapped in a splint!  He went back to work that afternoon!”

“Pffff!”

“The officer just shook her head and laughed and said she was happy it all turned out well.”

“Ha!”

Her features soften, her voice slows.  “Unci was so happy though.  Happy to see her boy healthy.  It was really touching actually.”  She chuckles.  “Mom kicked his butt for worrying us so bad, but Unci was just grateful that he was okay.  She said she was proud of me for getting us there so swiftly and safely.  She said that it showed her that I knew how important family was and that she knew my spirit was brave and true.”

“Aww.”

“Yeah.  That was pretty awesome.”  She smiles.  “You know that pendant I wore tonight?”

“The feather one?  The one Althea wore?”

“Mmm.”  She nods.  “She gave it to me when we got home.  She said it was for the Crow’s swiftest warrior.  She never called me a warrior before that.”

“That’s so cool.”

“Yeah.  And when Pops heard how fast I got there I got a high five from him.”

“Ha!  It can totally picture Amos doing that.”

“He paid for that high five though.  Mom kicked his butt for encouraging me.  Russell’s too.  Needless to say mine as well.  We were all in the dog house.  Mom kicked a lot of butt that day.”  She laughs.  “To this day Mom won’t get in a car if I’m driving.”

“So YOU’RE the speed demon of the family.”

“That day I was.”  She turns her head again and kisses my tummy through the nightie.  “I kinda miss that car.  Russell and I and some friends ripping all around the Rez.  It was good times.”

“What happened to it?”

“We sold it when we moved here the first time.”  With obvious pride in her voice she adds.  “At five times what we paid for it.”

“You are your father’s daughter.”  I chuckle.

“Damn right.”  She raises her legs to stretch them out then turns her whole body to face me, her knees having to tuck right in for her long frame to fit on the love seat.  Her cheek now resting on my thigh she looks up at me from the corner of her eye then slowly pans down my slender body to admire the beauty that she saw in me.  As I pet her silky soft hair and run my hand softly up and down her back we talk for little bit longer about nothing in particular, more just enjoying the sound of each other’s voice, but I could feel the energy of the night gradually winding down.  At one point she pinches the hem of my nightie and lifts it to take a peek below at my caged penis.  “How’s it doing?”

“Good.”  I say.  “I don’t even notice it anymore.”

“Mmm.”  She lets it go.  “I’m glad you like it.  I think it’s really sexy that you let me put that on you.”

“I think it’s really sexy too.”

“If you want…we can do more stuff like that sometime.”

I smile.  “Yes please.”

She looks up at me.  “Another date Sprout?”

“Are you asking me?”

“Yes.”

“Is this one over?”

She kisses my clit through the fabric.  “Almost.”

“I would love to go on another date with you Winona.  I would love that more than…anything.”

“As you wish.”  Her hand slides up my forearm to my upper arm and rubs up and down.  “Oh!  You’re cold.”

“Just a little.”  I say.  “I’m okay.”

“Nah, nah, nah.”  She sits up and pats my knee.  “Let’s get you under some blankets.”

“Oh!”

She grabs the platter from the table.  “Wait for me in bed.  I’ll just be a minute.”

“I-I could help.”

“In your nice new nightie?”  She shakes her head.  “You do as your told and get that sweet little ass of yours in bed and get it warmed up for Mommy.”

I smile and smooth out my pretty nightwear.  “You’re the boss.”

She swoops in for a little peck to my cheek and whispers.  “And don’t you forget it.”

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