Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

Billy called me a few days later. His call came at a bad time – or perhaps it was the right time. Greg had just screamed at me that I was spying on him when happened to walk by the phone booth in the lobby and found him talking to someone. We went back to the room and he told me the marriage was off and it was all my fault. He said he knew that I didn't trust him and he wasn't going to have a wife who spied on him and followed his every move.

I had never done any such thing. I respected his privacy and I loved him and the least thing I thought about was the fact that he might have something to hide. I had felt we had been honest with each other, but then I wasn't so sure. Thank God for Billy. He left on the next available flight.

I must have sounded pretty broken up on the phone, because when I met him at the airport he was surprised to see that I was standing up and coherent.

"Are you okay?" he said, holding me in his arms.

"Yes, yes. Oh, I'm so glad you're here. I was afraid you'd tell me to go back to Albuquerque or something."

"Hey, come on, let's get out of here and make you my happy little sister again."

He was beautiful. He always knew what to say at the right times and he gave me all the strength in the world. We walked to the baggage claim area, picked up his suitcases, and drove my rented car to Santa Monica. All the way there on the freeway, we didn't say a word to each other. We just relaxed and let our strong feelings for each other talk.

I spent about two hours telling Billy every detail of what had happened since we had arrived in California. I got very emotional, but he understood how upset and totally mixed up I was at the time, and he promised to have a talk with Greg that evening.

Greg called the room shortly before dinner. I didn't know where he had been – he told me a few days before that he had met some old college buddies from Milwaukee and was going to spend some time with them – and I asked if he was coming back to eat with me. He said he'd see me in about an hour.

When Greg walked into the room about an hour later, his mouth dropped open when he saw Billy sitting in the chair across the floor.

"Bill!" He stood for a moment, amazed, and then opened his arms. Billy jumped up and hugged his friend.

"Billy! Christ, I didn't know you were coming! What brings you out here?"

"Well, I like to surprise people. I needed a vacation, you know?"

Greg was evidently quite happy to see him. I just stood there, pretending to smile. I thought it seemed so sad – why did we have to pretend?

"Maggie," Greg asked, "why didn't you tell me he was coming?"

Billy rescued me. "I didn't know myself till this morning. I just called and told her to be at the airport. Good thing you rented two cars or I'd have been sitting there still."

"Yeah," Greg said, in a slightly embarrassed tone.

We had supper together near the motel. It was a strained affair. I guess Greg thought Billy had no idea of what had been happening because he talked as if nothing was wrong, as if everything had been just great between us. It was ludicrous.

After dinner Billy made up some silly excuse about spending a night with the boys and he asked if it was okay to take Greg away from me so they could talk together. Of course, it was all planned, and I said yes. I hadn't spent a night with Greg in quite a while anyway, so what difference would it have made?

I sat on the edge of the bed for hours, waiting, anticipating, hoping that Billy would find the key to what had been happening. More than that I hoped desperately that it would be something simple, trivial, that it would all work itself out in a matter of hours. I really loved Greg. The idea of living without him was frightening.

Billy came back after midnight. I must have fallen asleep while worrying. He turned on the lights and I first thought it was Greg who entered the room. But I blinked and then realized it was my brother. I blinked again and realized the expression on his face was one of great concern. I don't think I had ever seen him look quite so serious before.

He sat next to me on the bed. I looked into his eyes. I knew the news was not good.

"Tell me," I demanded softly.

"Maggie, Greg has wanted to tell you but he couldn't think of a way to do it. He can hardly tell himself the truth, much less you. He's ashamed and I'm afraid he won't ever be able to face you again."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I couldn't accept that. "What?" I begged.

"Maggie, that second night you were here, the night Billy went for a walk on the Pier. He met someone that night. It was arranged. You see, actually he had met him during the day and then they planned the meeting on the Pier."

"Him? Who?"

"His name is Paul, but it doesn't matter. Well, Greg met this guy, a good-looking blond surfer type, you know, and he was attracted to him." Billy paused, looking away from me. He had never done that before. He had always been able to look me straight in the eye.

"Billy, don't turn away, tell me!"

He sharply turned his head and faced me. "This is TOO hard, dammit!" he said, almost on the verge of tears. "I mean, hell, I introduced the guy to you! He was my pal, I loved him. And then you loved him and fell in love with him and now…"

Billy took a deep breath. "Okay, Maggie, Greg is queer – gay – whatever. He's been repressing homosexual feelings all his life and has never been able to admit them to himself, much less to anyone else. And that day, on the street, everything inside him broke loose. He's been seeing Paul all this time. He loves you still, Maggie, I really believe that. He's a mess right now. He didn't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, Billy," I said, not really realizing what I was saying. My world had collapsed, in one simple moment. I was alone, afraid, crying out for help. I wasn't mad, I didn't hate Greg, I didn't even have time to develop any revulsion – I was just scared. Suddenly I was the girl on the porch floor again, wounded, hurt, in need of comfort. And again, Billy was there.

Tears fell from my face as I buried my head in my brother's arms. I can't remember what happened exactly, or what I was thinking. My head was a jumble of thoughts and emotions and all I knew was that I needed something physical to calm me, to soften my pain, to give me courage. I pulled at Billy's pants despite his protestations against it, and finally got his big cock into my mouth. I sucked on it as hard as I could and it grew solid within my lips.

I was sobbing when I first began sucking it, but like magic my tears subsided as I concentrated on sucking, on giving my brother pleasure. I needed his semen in me now, just as I had needed it in the past. I wanted it to take the place of something else I had this evening lost in my life. I wanted it to fill me and make me happy.

Billy came. His whole body jumped in the air as he shouted in pain and pleasure. My finger was up his ass and I could feel the contractions within him as each shot erupted from the tip of his swollen organ. Cum filled my mouth and ran from my lips, down the shaft of his cock and over his low-hanging balls. I moaned as I swallowed, like a newborn animal sucking her mother's milk.

Billy's gasps subsided as his cock stopped spurting. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily as I opened my eyes, feeling full now, feeling compensated. It was then, as I opened my eyes and looked up from Billy's loins that I saw Greg standing in the open door.

I jumped up, onto my knees on the bed, and froze in horror. Billy lifted his head and he turned pale. Greg just stared at us. Then he turned around, closed the door, and we didn't see him again.

I fell asleep in Billy's arms wondering if Greg had come back to me? I wondered if he were at least going to give it a chance? Or maybe he was coming for his clothes, so he could run off somewhere with Paul the surfer. I wanted desperately to know. I have never found the answer. I will never know.