Martha Fed-Exed Bill the tape on Thursday morning and Saturday at noon he was beating on my front door. When I opened the door he said, "Is she here?" I nodded a yes and he said, "I need to talk to her." I told him that I didn't think she wanted to see him, but I'd go ask and I closed the door on him. I walked back to the kitchen where Martha was making us lunch and said, "Guess who is here and wants to talk to you?"
She looked up from the sink at me and I said, "Yes indeedy, it is your very own ex-true love."
She shook her head no, "I don't have anything to say to the man - the tape said it all."
I went back to the door and told Bill what she'd said.
"Come on man, you have to help me here. I know I've given her reason to be pissed, but I have to talk to her. Keep the screen door locked and stand next to her if you feel the need, but I have to talk to her."
Once again I closed the door on him and went back to the kitchen. "He's still here and he still wants to talk. I think you should do it and get it out of the way. He'll just hang around until you do."
Martha said, "I don't really want to, but if it will get rid of him I guess I'd better. But I want you in the next room in case I holler."
I left the two of them talking through the screen door and I went into the living room to give them some privacy. About five minutes later Martha stuck her head in the living room and told me that she was letting him in and they were going into the kitchen to talk. Half an hour later I heard him leave and I went out to the kitchen. Martha was sitting at the kitchen table and she had a strange look on her face, "You won't believe this little brother, but that tape turned him on. He wants to know if he can be there if I ever do it again."
I looked at her and I'm sure that she could she the skepticism on my face because she said, "I know, I know, it doesn't sound at all like Billy, but he says that tape is the most erotic thing he has ever seen and he has watched it over and over ever since he got it. He didn't beg me for forgiveness or to come back to him or anything like that. He just wants to be there if I do it again." Then she gave me a long look and said, "I loved doing what I did, but I only intended to do it once, and only then to get back at Billy. But I have to tell you that I'm tempted to do it again just so I can watch his face." Again she read my face, "You don't think it's a good idea, do you?"
I just nodded my head no.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Can a dog change his spots? Do you think that someone with his history of racial hatred is going to do a one-eighty that quickly?" She grinned at me and said, "Little brother, when it comes to their dicks I've seen some pretty damn quick changes in guys."
"Yeah," I said, "But what if what he really wants is to get you and the guys together in one room so he can haul out a gun and do you all at the same time?"
She gave me an amused look, "Not my Billy little brother, not my Billy."
I didn't say anything for a bit and then I asked, "So, are you going to do it?"
It was her turn to be silent and then she said, "I don't know. I'll have to think on it."
I had a bad night, but then all of my nights had been bad since Martha's gangbang and her moving in with me. All I had to do was remember that night and I'd get a hard dick, and having a hard dick with Martha just down the hall was pure agony. I knew that if I went to her room she wouldn't chase me away, just as I knew that she knew that I wouldn't run her off if she came to me. Again and again I cursed the fates that made us brother and sister.
The morning got off to a very bad start with Martha telling me over breakfast that she had decided to call Roy, Vernon and George and see if they would be willing to do it again with Bill in the room. If they said no that would be the end of it, but if they said yes she wanted me to be there in the role of peacekeeper. She saw the look on my face and said, "Please baby, please?"
What the hell could I say except yes. It was a good thing it was Sunday because I wouldn't have gotten a damn thing done if I'd had to go to work. About noon Martha asked me if I would call Roy and I blew up on her, "No fucking way. I might have to suffer through being there, but I am not going to be your fucking pimp! You want to do this, you call him!" and I stomped out of the room. I went outside and changed the oil in my car and then rotated the tires and when I came back in she said, "Is Tuesday okay with you?"
"No day is going to be good for me, but the sooner we get it over with the better."