First, not sure what happened to the two previous installments of Red Flags. There should be 2 and 3 but they are poof gone. If I can I'll try to pull them up out of my files and repost them. In the meantime...
Since the last installment so much has happened. Between drama, trauma, and more drama it's been impossible to put "pen to paper" so to speak.
On a personal note, some of the best news comes in the form of an inheritance of 80 acres with a 4 bedroom 2 bath, full basement house just west of town. The house is located right in the middle of the property. Even though t is an only child it still took a year to get all the will and probate crap done! We are now moved in and have more privacy than you can imagine. More on that some other time. Now to the latest drama LOL.
My cousin Becky had a major falling out with both of her parents and the racist therapist she was seeing. I have always seemed to be the closest one of her cousins. That's the reason she decided to share with me the detailed facts surrounding her time on the mission trip.
Now when I say falling out, we're talking an oh-shit falling out. She called me 2 nights after the last Red Flags was posted. Pissed and, knowing the implications of her decision, Becky asked me for a favor.
"Ash, Mom leaves for work at 7 in the morning and *** has an all-day appointment with the VA in Springfield tomorrow. Can you bring your pickup down in the morning and help me move the fuck out?"
"You have a place to land? Oh, and what about your therapist?" I asked.
"I was hoping I could move in with you guys for a couple of weeks, maybe a month at most. Fuck the therapy and the therapist. Mom, ***, and her are all racists!" she replied.
"You know this will put me back on everybody's shit list, and land you there too? Now I was there so long it doesn't bother me but you're kind of new to the game. You might not like it, especially around the holidays."
Becky assured me she didn't mind. I also reminded her of our lifestyle and that she would probably feel uncomfortable being the only clothed person in the house. She told me she could deal with it and that with my connections perhaps I could find a therapist that would understand her and her needs.
After determining what she needed to pack and figuring out how many totes and boxes we would need for the move, I told her I'd see her at 8:00 a.m. the next morning.
I showed up at her house the next morning with pancakes and coffee from McDonald's. We then spent the next two hours packing her stuff and loading the truck.
We filled the trip back to my place with small talk. There were a couple of interruptions when my phone rang. One of the calls was from a trucker I know who had planned on passing through that night. He wanted to know if we could hook up. I told him my cousin would be there. Becky looked at me and with a grin, shrugged her shoulders and said "Please don't interrupt your life and take away from you're fun." Hank told me He'd be in town about 5 and I could pick Him up then for dinner and more at my place.
We got to the house around 2 or so. After pulling up on the concrete pad the girls and t then met both of us with hugs. We then went into the house to show Becky around. While showing Becky what had been my playroom but was now her bedroom, she asked me about it and the girls wearing clothes. Telling her since she was ****** t, wasn't sure about the clothes situation. The few times other ****** members had visited we'd worn clothes. Once more she made it clear she didn't want us to change for her. To put an exclamation point on her thoughts she pulled off her t-shirt and cut-offs. Standing there in only her bra and a cute pink and yellow thong she said, "I'm not sure I can go with the whole nudity thing right off the bat but this should show you I'm sincere."
I gave her a reassuring hug and told her whatever she was comfortable with was okay with us. Then I yelled out down the hall "Okay girls and you too cuckboy, we can lose the clothes!' To Becky, "Follow me to my bedroom and I'll get rid of these rags." You could hear the girls giggling as they ran towards their bedroom to shed their clothes.
As I was stripping t walked into the room, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and dropped his gym shorts. I suppose it was natural that Becky stole a somewhat lengthy glance in his direction. Looking at his crotch she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle and there was no way I couldn't help but notice.
"Not even as long as your thumb is it? And on a good day, it might be as big around" I said as I laughed at her reaction to its dick.
"Okay cuckboy, you've been free long enough. Grab your cage and my necklace and let's lock that little thing up."
Curiosity got the cat. As she pulled his cage, lock, and my keyed necklace out of his nightstand I gave her an explanation to satisfy the curious look on her face.
"That's cuckboys' cage," I told her as I was now sitting on the side of the bed. t walked up to me, put the lock and cage on the bed beside me then draped the necklace and key around my neck. "This is how this works, his little boy performance goes in here." I slid the cage over Cuckboy's peeworm. "And this loop part squeezes around behind his little nut sack and it all gets locked up with this lock. It keeps him from playing with himself. Oh and lookie here, it even has a little slit so he can piss."
A little wide-eyed Becky just said, "That's crazy."
Looking at it I said "You better get her stuff unloaded. We're going to have Pizza Hut tonight to celebrate Becky moving in but I want you to have a salad made by 5:30 when I get here with Hank and the pizzas." Without a word, t headed outside while Becky and I went to check on the girls.
Both girls piped up, "Hey mom, hey Becky. Do you guys wanna play Rummymy or Twister with us? Mom, you can spin!" Thinking Twister might be a little much I suggested gin but Becky was ok with Twister provided she and I took turns spinning. So be it... Yes, it's amazing how the female human body can contort LOL.
It was 4:30 when t stuck his head in the door to remind me of the time. He had finished moving the boxes and totes to Becky's room, checked my notes on Hank to find His pizza preferences, and called in the order for a 5:15 pickup. Yes, I have him trained well.
Becky asked the girls "You want to help me unpack?" which was answered by two yesses more giggles and the sound of feet running to Becky's room. She looked at me and said, "I think that was a yes."
I looked at her with a serious look and told her "Look, until I get back, you need to pull the battery out of your phone. I don't want your mom or *** calling you or trying to trace where you are unless I'm with you. Understood?"
She answered "I was wondering about that. Ok, I'll do that now. Oh and is there anything to need help with in the kitchen?"
Shaking my head no, "he'll be ok. See you in a bit"
Throwing on a pair of shorts, a tank top, and sandals I headed out the door to get Hank and the pizzas.
Having briefed Hank, He wasn't too surprised seeing Becky in the kitchen. What made Him almost drop the pizzas He was carrying was Becky bent over sliding a cake into the oven with her bare ass pointed towards the door.
"This is a welcome surprise, glad you decided to join the party," I said jokingly.
"I got to feeling awkward being the only one with clothes and well... You don't mind me making a cake, do you? It'll be out of the oven in 30 minutes." she replied.
"Well, it depends, this is a zero-calorie chocolate cake right?" I asked.
"It's the old Miller ****** recipe," she said with a smile. " Oh, I guess I was kinda hard on t. he kept moaning every time I pointed my ass at him bending over to get something out of the bottom cabinet."
Hank laughed and exclaimed, "I'd do more than moan seeing that fine ass pointing at me."
I walked over, kissed her on her blushing cheek, and a pat on her ass. "You're going to fit in perfectly. t introduce these two and set the table while I get naked. Be right back."
While in my room shedding my clothes I took the opportunity to look at my silenced phone. Just as I suspected Becky's mom and *** had been blowing it up. Starting with "Becky's not home. Have you heard from her?" Then "Her phone goes straight to voicemail. I'm worried." Finally, her *** left me a voicemail, "Carl (their next-door neighbor) said he saw Becky leave with you. I'm calling the Sheriff! You better answer the damned phone you nigger loving slut!"
I called Becky to my room and showed her my phone. I let her dwell on the last text and voicemail from her ***. She had a worried look on her face.
I told her "Hey, there is no need to worry especially since you're over 18 and could move out as you wish."
"What about the Sheriff?" she asked.
"What about the Sheriff." replied rhetorically. "We'll just cut that off at the knees right now. Just remember you're of age and here of your own free will."
I called the Webster County Sheriff's Office, identified myself, and asked if they had a deputy responding to Becky's mom and ***'s place. When they answered yes I asked if he could give me a call before he got there.
"Just look for a blocked number and that should be Deputy Upton." the dispatcher said. I thanked her and hung up. Becky was looking more and more concerned. I reminded her we knew Deputy Upton and how he seemed to have his act together. That seemed to calm her down a bit.
Within a minute or two Deputy Upton called. We got right down to business telling him our side of what was going on. He then wanted to talk to Becky. She became more at ease telling him about the situation at home etc... Amongst the last things she said was "... so with me being almost 20 I am free to move out and they can't stop me, right?". To his reply, she told him "Thanks. Have a good night." Whereupon she looked at me smiling and said, "I'm hungry, the pizza is getting cold and that cake needs to come out of the oven pretty soon."
As we were talking with Deputy Upton, Hank had taken a shower and returned to the kitchen. I think it kinda of surprised Becky that He was standing naked in front of the sink visiting with t and the girls.
She looked at His BBC which was hanging limp, the tip about 4 inches above His knees at the time and simply said "WOW".
"No comparison between a real man and t is there!" I said.
Hank piped up "Hell it's not even hard yet."
Over dinner, Becky told Hank about some of her experiences in Africa and her return home. She also told Him about the community and church shunning her as well as her treatment by the majority of the ****** including her racist mom and ***.
During dinner, Hank had listened attentively to Becky only interrupting when He needed something repeated or to help Becky draw out something she was holding back on. During dessert, He congratulated her on her courage and strength. He also affirmed her decision to move out. Not once did He seem concerned about the real reason He was here. Real, honest human compassion.
As we began clearing the dishes I told them to get the girls cycled through their baths, read their BNWO bedtime stories, and tuck them in.
As I started a pot of coffee I turned to Becky and asked "You think it's time to call your mom and ***?"
"Fuck yes. I need to tell them I am my person now and I'm done with their racist shit." she calmly said.
"Want me to wait in the front room?" Hank asked.
"No, you're fine. Just set over here off to the side. Maybe we can twist a tail or two. Be ready to follow my lead." Looking at Becky, "Honey put the battery back in your phone and start it up. Have a seat here' pulling out a chair and let me get our coffees."
Returning to the table with our cups I pulled out my chair semi-close to Becky while leaving a gap between us. "Hank I might need you to come over here in a few minutes if it is okay with you". He nodded with a grin seeing my plan.
In the meantime, Becky had been reading aloud some of the texts her parents had sent. What they had said simply set her resolve to cut her ties. The words she read also brought an angry look to Hank's face.
I sent her mom a text from my phone telling her we were going to do a video call in 5 minutes. You can only imagine the look on her parent's faces when they saw Becky and me topless at my dining room table.
While they both tried to avert their gaze we exchanged some not-too-friendly greetings and then got down to brass tacks.
Her mom and *** both made some very hurtful accusations and threats "backed up" by quotes from the therapist and the pastor at their church. All this time the use of the word "nigger" became more and more prominent in primarily her ***'s remarks. Hank just sat in His chair, off camera. You could tell it was pissing Him off.
Finally, after her *** said, "I'll kill the next nigger that touches my ********!" I nodded at Hank he stood up, moved around, and stood between Becky and me. Almost as if we had scripted it Becky reached out, grabbing His hips, slightly turning Hank so her parents could get an idea of big His 12 inches of Black Cock. She quickly sprayed on it, opened her mouth took 3 or 4 inches in, pulled back, and with one fluid motion took Him in the rest of the way down the throat.
"Hey, motherfucker My name is Hank. Here's your Nigga you cracker mother fucker!" Hank said gripping the side of Becky's head. As Hank started to pull back, her ***'s eyes went wide then covering his eyes and mouth he suddenly moved away from the camera saying "I'm going to puke!" You could hear the racist asshole begin to retch as he moved away.
It wasn't until Hank had pulled out and then buried His Black Cock in Becky's throat 3 or 4 times that Becky's mom never averted her stare, surprisingly I heard my aunt say "I love you, Becky, I hope you girls have a good night, you too Mr. Hank," then breaking the connection.
"OMG, that was lust I saw in my aunt's eyes?"
Since the last installment so much has happened. Between drama, trauma, and more drama it's been impossible to put "pen to paper" so to speak.
On a personal note, some of the best news comes in the form of an inheritance of 80 acres with a 4 bedroom 2 bath, full basement house just west of town. The house is located right in the middle of the property. Even though t is an only child it still took a year to get all the will and probate crap done! We are now moved in and have more privacy than you can imagine. More on that some other time. Now to the latest drama LOL.
My cousin Becky had a major falling out with both of her parents and the racist therapist she was seeing. I have always seemed to be the closest one of her cousins. That's the reason she decided to share with me the detailed facts surrounding her time on the mission trip.
Now when I say falling out, we're talking an oh-shit falling out. She called me 2 nights after the last Red Flags was posted. Pissed and, knowing the implications of her decision, Becky asked me for a favor.
"Ash, Mom leaves for work at 7 in the morning and *** has an all-day appointment with the VA in Springfield tomorrow. Can you bring your pickup down in the morning and help me move the fuck out?"
"You have a place to land? Oh, and what about your therapist?" I asked.
"I was hoping I could move in with you guys for a couple of weeks, maybe a month at most. Fuck the therapy and the therapist. Mom, ***, and her are all racists!" she replied.
"You know this will put me back on everybody's shit list, and land you there too? Now I was there so long it doesn't bother me but you're kind of new to the game. You might not like it, especially around the holidays."
Becky assured me she didn't mind. I also reminded her of our lifestyle and that she would probably feel uncomfortable being the only clothed person in the house. She told me she could deal with it and that with my connections perhaps I could find a therapist that would understand her and her needs.
After determining what she needed to pack and figuring out how many totes and boxes we would need for the move, I told her I'd see her at 8:00 a.m. the next morning.
I showed up at her house the next morning with pancakes and coffee from McDonald's. We then spent the next two hours packing her stuff and loading the truck.
We filled the trip back to my place with small talk. There were a couple of interruptions when my phone rang. One of the calls was from a trucker I know who had planned on passing through that night. He wanted to know if we could hook up. I told him my cousin would be there. Becky looked at me and with a grin, shrugged her shoulders and said "Please don't interrupt your life and take away from you're fun." Hank told me He'd be in town about 5 and I could pick Him up then for dinner and more at my place.
We got to the house around 2 or so. After pulling up on the concrete pad the girls and t then met both of us with hugs. We then went into the house to show Becky around. While showing Becky what had been my playroom but was now her bedroom, she asked me about it and the girls wearing clothes. Telling her since she was ****** t, wasn't sure about the clothes situation. The few times other ****** members had visited we'd worn clothes. Once more she made it clear she didn't want us to change for her. To put an exclamation point on her thoughts she pulled off her t-shirt and cut-offs. Standing there in only her bra and a cute pink and yellow thong she said, "I'm not sure I can go with the whole nudity thing right off the bat but this should show you I'm sincere."
I gave her a reassuring hug and told her whatever she was comfortable with was okay with us. Then I yelled out down the hall "Okay girls and you too cuckboy, we can lose the clothes!' To Becky, "Follow me to my bedroom and I'll get rid of these rags." You could hear the girls giggling as they ran towards their bedroom to shed their clothes.
As I was stripping t walked into the room, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and dropped his gym shorts. I suppose it was natural that Becky stole a somewhat lengthy glance in his direction. Looking at his crotch she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle and there was no way I couldn't help but notice.
"Not even as long as your thumb is it? And on a good day, it might be as big around" I said as I laughed at her reaction to its dick.
"Okay cuckboy, you've been free long enough. Grab your cage and my necklace and let's lock that little thing up."
Curiosity got the cat. As she pulled his cage, lock, and my keyed necklace out of his nightstand I gave her an explanation to satisfy the curious look on her face.
"That's cuckboys' cage," I told her as I was now sitting on the side of the bed. t walked up to me, put the lock and cage on the bed beside me then draped the necklace and key around my neck. "This is how this works, his little boy performance goes in here." I slid the cage over Cuckboy's peeworm. "And this loop part squeezes around behind his little nut sack and it all gets locked up with this lock. It keeps him from playing with himself. Oh and lookie here, it even has a little slit so he can piss."
A little wide-eyed Becky just said, "That's crazy."
Looking at it I said "You better get her stuff unloaded. We're going to have Pizza Hut tonight to celebrate Becky moving in but I want you to have a salad made by 5:30 when I get here with Hank and the pizzas." Without a word, t headed outside while Becky and I went to check on the girls.
Both girls piped up, "Hey mom, hey Becky. Do you guys wanna play Rummymy or Twister with us? Mom, you can spin!" Thinking Twister might be a little much I suggested gin but Becky was ok with Twister provided she and I took turns spinning. So be it... Yes, it's amazing how the female human body can contort LOL.
It was 4:30 when t stuck his head in the door to remind me of the time. He had finished moving the boxes and totes to Becky's room, checked my notes on Hank to find His pizza preferences, and called in the order for a 5:15 pickup. Yes, I have him trained well.
Becky asked the girls "You want to help me unpack?" which was answered by two yesses more giggles and the sound of feet running to Becky's room. She looked at me and said, "I think that was a yes."
I looked at her with a serious look and told her "Look, until I get back, you need to pull the battery out of your phone. I don't want your mom or *** calling you or trying to trace where you are unless I'm with you. Understood?"
She answered "I was wondering about that. Ok, I'll do that now. Oh and is there anything to need help with in the kitchen?"
Shaking my head no, "he'll be ok. See you in a bit"
Throwing on a pair of shorts, a tank top, and sandals I headed out the door to get Hank and the pizzas.
Having briefed Hank, He wasn't too surprised seeing Becky in the kitchen. What made Him almost drop the pizzas He was carrying was Becky bent over sliding a cake into the oven with her bare ass pointed towards the door.
"This is a welcome surprise, glad you decided to join the party," I said jokingly.
"I got to feeling awkward being the only one with clothes and well... You don't mind me making a cake, do you? It'll be out of the oven in 30 minutes." she replied.
"Well, it depends, this is a zero-calorie chocolate cake right?" I asked.
"It's the old Miller ****** recipe," she said with a smile. " Oh, I guess I was kinda hard on t. he kept moaning every time I pointed my ass at him bending over to get something out of the bottom cabinet."
Hank laughed and exclaimed, "I'd do more than moan seeing that fine ass pointing at me."
I walked over, kissed her on her blushing cheek, and a pat on her ass. "You're going to fit in perfectly. t introduce these two and set the table while I get naked. Be right back."
While in my room shedding my clothes I took the opportunity to look at my silenced phone. Just as I suspected Becky's mom and *** had been blowing it up. Starting with "Becky's not home. Have you heard from her?" Then "Her phone goes straight to voicemail. I'm worried." Finally, her *** left me a voicemail, "Carl (their next-door neighbor) said he saw Becky leave with you. I'm calling the Sheriff! You better answer the damned phone you nigger loving slut!"
I called Becky to my room and showed her my phone. I let her dwell on the last text and voicemail from her ***. She had a worried look on her face.
I told her "Hey, there is no need to worry especially since you're over 18 and could move out as you wish."
"What about the Sheriff?" she asked.
"What about the Sheriff." replied rhetorically. "We'll just cut that off at the knees right now. Just remember you're of age and here of your own free will."
I called the Webster County Sheriff's Office, identified myself, and asked if they had a deputy responding to Becky's mom and ***'s place. When they answered yes I asked if he could give me a call before he got there.
"Just look for a blocked number and that should be Deputy Upton." the dispatcher said. I thanked her and hung up. Becky was looking more and more concerned. I reminded her we knew Deputy Upton and how he seemed to have his act together. That seemed to calm her down a bit.
Within a minute or two Deputy Upton called. We got right down to business telling him our side of what was going on. He then wanted to talk to Becky. She became more at ease telling him about the situation at home etc... Amongst the last things she said was "... so with me being almost 20 I am free to move out and they can't stop me, right?". To his reply, she told him "Thanks. Have a good night." Whereupon she looked at me smiling and said, "I'm hungry, the pizza is getting cold and that cake needs to come out of the oven pretty soon."
As we were talking with Deputy Upton, Hank had taken a shower and returned to the kitchen. I think it kinda of surprised Becky that He was standing naked in front of the sink visiting with t and the girls.
She looked at His BBC which was hanging limp, the tip about 4 inches above His knees at the time and simply said "WOW".
"No comparison between a real man and t is there!" I said.
Hank piped up "Hell it's not even hard yet."
Over dinner, Becky told Hank about some of her experiences in Africa and her return home. She also told Him about the community and church shunning her as well as her treatment by the majority of the ****** including her racist mom and ***.
During dinner, Hank had listened attentively to Becky only interrupting when He needed something repeated or to help Becky draw out something she was holding back on. During dessert, He congratulated her on her courage and strength. He also affirmed her decision to move out. Not once did He seem concerned about the real reason He was here. Real, honest human compassion.
As we began clearing the dishes I told them to get the girls cycled through their baths, read their BNWO bedtime stories, and tuck them in.
As I started a pot of coffee I turned to Becky and asked "You think it's time to call your mom and ***?"
"Fuck yes. I need to tell them I am my person now and I'm done with their racist shit." she calmly said.
"Want me to wait in the front room?" Hank asked.
"No, you're fine. Just set over here off to the side. Maybe we can twist a tail or two. Be ready to follow my lead." Looking at Becky, "Honey put the battery back in your phone and start it up. Have a seat here' pulling out a chair and let me get our coffees."
Returning to the table with our cups I pulled out my chair semi-close to Becky while leaving a gap between us. "Hank I might need you to come over here in a few minutes if it is okay with you". He nodded with a grin seeing my plan.
In the meantime, Becky had been reading aloud some of the texts her parents had sent. What they had said simply set her resolve to cut her ties. The words she read also brought an angry look to Hank's face.
I sent her mom a text from my phone telling her we were going to do a video call in 5 minutes. You can only imagine the look on her parent's faces when they saw Becky and me topless at my dining room table.
While they both tried to avert their gaze we exchanged some not-too-friendly greetings and then got down to brass tacks.
Her mom and *** both made some very hurtful accusations and threats "backed up" by quotes from the therapist and the pastor at their church. All this time the use of the word "nigger" became more and more prominent in primarily her ***'s remarks. Hank just sat in His chair, off camera. You could tell it was pissing Him off.
Finally, after her *** said, "I'll kill the next nigger that touches my ********!" I nodded at Hank he stood up, moved around, and stood between Becky and me. Almost as if we had scripted it Becky reached out, grabbing His hips, slightly turning Hank so her parents could get an idea of big His 12 inches of Black Cock. She quickly sprayed on it, opened her mouth took 3 or 4 inches in, pulled back, and with one fluid motion took Him in the rest of the way down the throat.
"Hey, motherfucker My name is Hank. Here's your Nigga you cracker mother fucker!" Hank said gripping the side of Becky's head. As Hank started to pull back, her ***'s eyes went wide then covering his eyes and mouth he suddenly moved away from the camera saying "I'm going to puke!" You could hear the racist asshole begin to retch as he moved away.
It wasn't until Hank had pulled out and then buried His Black Cock in Becky's throat 3 or 4 times that Becky's mom never averted her stare, surprisingly I heard my aunt say "I love you, Becky, I hope you girls have a good night, you too Mr. Hank," then breaking the connection.
"OMG, that was lust I saw in my aunt's eyes?"
