"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.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Greg didn't return for days. He didn't call, he didn't write. He had disappeared. Billy had to get back to Chicago and I was ready to face Albuquerque alone, so we planned on leaving.
We planned to go back together – Billy was going to fly into Albuquerque with me to see that I was okay – but the day before we were to leave he got a call and found out he had to be back for a business meeting that same afternoon. So I drove him to the airport and saw him off. I promised him I would be fine, and I truly was over the initial shock. I figured what Greg had seen in that room that night was no worse than what I had been told about him. So we both had been to blame, we both had kept secrets from each other, and we both would have to make new lives for ourselves.
I drove back to the motel quickly, planning on packing Greg's things to have them shipped to our apartment in Albuquerque. I figured sooner or later he would have to let me know where he was and what we would do about all the things we owned jointly.
I parked the car and walked through the lobby and down the hall to our room. I opened the door and stopped dead. All I remember seeing at first was a huge cock driving itself up someone's wide-spread ass. I thought I was in the wrong room at first, and I turned my head, and then immediately turned back. There were balls under the ass that was being fucked like lightning. It was the right room! And it was Greg that was being fucked on that bed.
I grabbed the door to keep from falling over. It shut, but I leaned against it, staring at the two men. The blond guy pulled his cock out of Greg's ass almost immediately and scurried to the far side of the bed, trying to get the covers in front of him. He looked frightened.
Greg's reaction was what amazed me. Instead of trying to hide what had been going on, instead of trying to make the situation easier on us all, he made it worse and as ugly as it could possibly have been.
Greg stood up and screamed at me, his cock hard, bouncing in front of him. "You bitch!"
"Greg…" the blond, who I assumed was Paul, warned.