Daisy

 

“It looks lovely, Daisy.  Red is your colour,” Frannie’s mom said approvingly.

I touched the soft scarf she had wrapped around my neck and said, “Thank you so much for making this for me, Patricia.  I really love it.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and blinked back the tears.  I really did appreciate her thoughtfulness and for a moment I felt a surge of anger at Frannie for making me lie to her mom.  She was wonderful and so motherly that it made me miss my own mother with a deep-seated ache that took my breath away.

“Dearest?  What’s wrong?”  Patricia asked.

“Nothing,” I said.  “I…”

I trailed off and Patricia said, “You just need a mom hug.”

Before I could protest, Patricia had wrapped me in her arms.  I hesitated only briefly before returning her hug.  God, it felt good to be hugged by a mom again, even if it wasn’t my mom.  This time I couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down my face.  Patricia leaned back and studied me silently before wiping the tears away with her thumbs.

“Frannie told me what happened to your parents,” she said.  “I’m very sorry, Daisy.  The holidays must be a particularly difficult time for you.”

“A little,” I admitted. 

“Well,” Patricia cleared her throat briskly and wiped at her own eyes, “anytime you need a mom hug you just ask.  Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I said.  I was still crying and Patricia handed me a tissue as Wes stepped into the living room.

“Dad says if we don’t leave in the next five minutes, he’s driving to Walmart and buying a fake tree,” Wes said.

“He makes that threat every year,” Patricia said with a laugh.  “He’s - ”

“Daisy?  What’s wrong?  Why are you crying?”  Wes walked toward me.  When he reached for me, I gave him a wide-eyed look of warning.  He dropped his arms, his face flushing a dull red as he glanced at his mom before stepping back.

Patricia gave us both a considering look that made me very nervous before saying, “Nothing’s wrong, honey.  Daisy was just saying thank you for the scarf.”

“Right.  Uh, well, we should get going,” Wes said.  “There isn’t enough room in the truck for all of us.  Dad said he’d drive the car with you and grandma and Frannie and Daisy can go in the truck with me.”

“Why don’t you let Frannie and Daisy go with Dad,” Patricia said.  “It’ll give your father a chance to get to know Frannie’s girlfriend better.”

She put a slight emphasis on Frannie’s girlfriend and my insides churned with guilt and nerves as Wes said, “Sure.  I don’t care either way.”

He sounded convincing enough to me, but his mother gave him another assessing look before smiling at me.  “Ready to go chop down a Christmas tree, Daisy?”

“As long as I’m not the one chopping,” I said.

Patricia laughed.  “No, dearest.  We’ll leave that job to Wes.”

 

* * *

 

“Wait, so you’re allowed to walk into the woods and cut down a tree?”  I asked in confusion.

Frannie’s dad nodded.  “Yes.  It’s a tree farm.  There are about 200 acres of trees.  You can harvest your own or you can head over to the barn and purchase a pre-cut one.”

He pointed to a large red barn that had a steady flow of people coming in and out of it.  I wrapped my new scarf more snugly around my neck as Frannie took my hand and squeezed it.  “Daisy’s a city girl, Dad.  She didn’t even know tree farms existed.  Did you?”

I shook my head as Wes and his mother and grandmother joined us at the edge of the woods.  Patricia smiled at her husband.  “Okay, so Jim says the price is seventy dollars this year and - ”

“Seventy!”  Frannie’s dad said.  “It’s gone up twenty bucks.”

“Hush now, Gregory,” Patricia said.  “You know Jim has to provide for his family.  They had a third boy three months ago.”

Gregory rolled his eyes.  “You got the saw, Wes?  Hey, earth to Wes!”

Wes dragged his gaze from my and Frannie’s clasped hands.  “Yes, you see it in my hand, don’t you?”

“Don’t get smart with me, Wesley,” Gregory said with a grin.

“Sorry, Sir,” Wes replied.

Frannie’s hand tightened painfully onto mine and I grimaced before whispering, “Frannie, not so tight.”

“Well, isn’t this an unexpected surprise.”

Gregory stiffened and spun around, glaring at the smaller man standing behind him.  “What are you doing here, Brenner?”

“Getting a Christmas tree, of course.  What else would I be doing here?” the man said with a sardonic grin.

Gregory flushed all over as Patricia hurried over and put her hand on his arm.  “We should get going, dearest.”

“Hello, Patricia.  You’re looking lovely,” the man said.

“Thank you, Ryan,” Patricia replied.

“Dad?  I checked out the trees in the barn and I think we should… whoa.”

Frannie made a low gasp of delight as Owen jogged up to the group.

“Hello, Owen,” Patricia said.  “How are you?”

“Good, thanks, Mrs. McKinley.  How about yourself?”  Owen asked.  His gaze drifted to Frannie and an -admittedly adorable - look of adoration came over his face.

“Fine,” Patricia said.  Neither Frannie nor Owen noticed the way she watched as Owen approached us.

“Uh, hi.  It’s Francine, right?”  Owen said before holding out his hand.

Frannie, her face a lovely shade of pink, shook Owen’s hand.  “Frannie, actually.”

I discreetly elbowed Frannie in the side when she continued to hold Owen’s hand.  She stared blankly at me as her mother said, “Frannie, dearest, aren’t you going to introduce Daisy to the Brenners?”

“Right, of course,” Frannie said as she dropped Owen’s hand.  “Uh, Owen and Mr. Brenner, this is Daisy.”

“Nice to meetcha,” Owen said.  He grinned at me and I shook his hand before smiling at his father.

“Hello, Mr. Brenner.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he said. 

“Daisy is Frannie’s lesbian lover,” Frannie’s grandmother said.  “They have sex together.”

“Grandma!”

“Mother Francine!”

Frannie and Patricia made identical shrieks of horror as Wes and Owen burst into laughter.  I wondered if my face was as red as Gregory and Mr. Brenner’s and decided it probably was.

“What?”  Her grandmother said.  “I heard them having sex last night when I got up to use the bathroom.  Frannie’s a moaner.”

“Grandma, be quiet!”  Frannie said.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” her grandmother said.

“Yeah, Frannie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Wes said teasingly.

His grandmother arched one badly-drawn eyebrow at him.  “You’re one to talk, Wesley.  I heard you last night grunting and groaning too, you know.  You got a girlfriend we don’t know about?”

Wes’ mouth dropped open and I wondered if I should just confess everything right then and there.  I wasn’t cut out for a life of lying or lesbianism.

“I – grandma, I wasn’t – I mean…there was no one in my room last night,” Wes said.

“So, you were pullin’ your own pickle then, were you?”  His grandmother said.

“Mother, please,” Gregory said.  “I am begging you to stop talking.”

“Why don’t we all go to the canteen and we’ll grab a nice cup of hot chocolate to drink while we’re searching for our tree,” Patricia said. 

“Good idea,” Gregory muttered.  “If we’re drinking, we’re not talking.”

“Can you grab ours, Mom?”  Frannie asked.  She was staring at Owen again.  “Daisy and I want to check out the gift shop in the barn.”

“Sure, but don’t be long, dearest,” Patricia replied.

“We won’t.”  Frannie was still staring at Owen and I took her hand and squeezed it in warning.  She gave me a distracted smile as Patricia watched the two of us.

“Owen, where’s your mother?”  Mr. Brenner asked.

“Over by the gate talking to Mrs. Parten,” Owen said.  He stayed where he was when his father started toward the gate.

“Owen?  Let’s go.”

“Um, I think I’m going to check out the gift shop too,” Owen said.  “There’s a snow globe I’m thinking of buying.”

His father sighed irritably.  “A snow globe?  Since when do you care about snow globes?”

Owen shrugged.  “I like snow globes, Dad.  Don’t make a big deal about it.”

“Fine, but don’t be long,” his father retorted.

“Yeah, okay.  Uh, do you ladies mind if I walk over there with you?”  Owen asked.

“Not at all,” Frannie said.  Her voice was too bright and eager and I squeezed her hand again.  She gave me a quick glance before pulling me toward the barn.

“Meet back here in ten minutes,” Patricia called after us.

“You bet!”  Frannie shouted over her shoulder.

I wondered if Wes was staring at my ass as we walked away and had to resist the urge to turn and check.  Hoping he was looking at my ass was stupid.  His mother was way too perceptive for her own good, and she’d undoubtedly notice if her kid was checking out his sister’s girlfriend’s butt.

The minute we were out of earshot, Owen said, “Babe, I miss you so bad.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Frannie said.  “It’s killing me not to be with you.”

“Uh, weren’t you just together last night?”  I said.  “It’s been like six hours.”

“Yeah, but six hours is like six months in Owen and Frannie time,” Owen said solemnly.

I rolled my eyes as Frannie grinned like a maniac at Owen.  “Can you get away for a bit after this?”

“Probably,” Owen said.  “I drove my own car here because Mom and Dad are stopping at the Lestons’ place.”

“Let’s meet at the bookstore over on Robinson Street.  It’ll be quiet there and they have that little nook near the back.  No one will see us.”

“Frannie!”  I hissed at her.  “You cannot have sex with Owen in a bookstore.”

“We’re not going to,” Frannie said.

“We’re not?”  Owen said.

“No, baby, we’re not,” Frannie said.  “But we can have some alone time together.”

“You had alone time last night,” I said.

Frannie ignored me.  “What do you say, baby?”

“Of course,” Owen replied.  “You know I can’t resist my lady.”

“Oh good!”  Frannie said.  “So, we should be done here around two.  Let’s meet at the bookstore at two thirty.  I’ll have Wes drive me to the bookstore.  I’ll tell him I’m buying a last-minute gift for Daisy to explain why he has to drive her home instead of dropping her off with me.”

“It’s a date,” Owen said as we approached the open doors of the barn.

“Excuse me,” I said, “but are you seriously going to ditch me with your family for the afternoon?”

“My family loves you, Daisy,” Frannie said.  “Besides, it’ll be like an hour or two at the most.  Please?  I really need time with Owen.”

I opened my mouth to tell her absolutely not when I realized something.  If Frannie had Wes take us to the bookstore and drop her off, I’d be alone with Wes on the way home.  Sure, it wouldn’t be for very long but I’d take what I could get.

“Fine,” I said.  “But you’re being a really bad girlfriend, Frannie.”

She laughed and gave me a one-armed hug.  “I totally am.”

 

* * *

“Why do you want to drive back with Wes?”  Patricia asked.

“Because he’s my brother and I love him and I don’t get to see him all that often?”  Frannie said.

Patricia gave her a skeptical look.  “Since when do you and Wes even get along?”

“Hey, that’s hurtful.”  Wes’ deep voice spoke beside me and I tried not to look at the way his biceps bulged against his long-sleeve shirt.  He had just finished tying down the tree in the back of the truck.  Staring at the muscles in his back and arms while he wrestled the tree onto the truck bed had made me shamefully hot.  “Frannie and I get along great, Mom.”

“No, you don’t,” Patricia said.  “I love you both, but you drive me crazy with your fighting.”

“We’ve turned over a new leaf,” Wes said.  “I’m making up for all the rotten things I did to Frannie when we were kids and trying to be a good brother.  I would be happy to give Frannie and Daisy a ride home.”

I could see Frannie giving Wes an odd look and I wondered if she would question him about his sudden enthusiasm for sibling bonding.

“Yes, you do seem to be rather eager to be alone with them,” Patricia said.

My stomach dropped but Wes just grinned at her before giving her a loud kiss on the cheek.  “Like I said, I’ve got some making up to do.”

“That’s for sure,” Frannie said.  “Okay, it’s settled.  We’ll see you at home!”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the truck before her parents and grandmother could argue.  “You sit in the middle, Daisy.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.  I was reaching for the door frame to try and haul myself up, when Wes’ big hands cupped my hips.  He lifted me into the truck as butterflies swarmed to life in my stomach.  I mumbled a thank you and moved to the middle.  Wes helped Frannie into the truck before sliding behind the driver’s seat.

“Ready?”  He said as he turned the key and the truck rumbled to life.

“Yes,” Frannie said.  She glanced at her cell phone.  “Hurry up, would you, Wes?”

“Do you have somewhere to be?”  He asked.

“Actually,” Frannie gave him a look that would melt butter, “would you mind dropping me off at the Books For All bookstore?”

“What for?”

“I have a last-minute gift I need to pick up for my girl,” Frannie replied.  She put her hand on my knee and squeezed.  “It’s like fifteen minutes out of your way, Wes.  Drop me off and I’ll catch an Uber home.”

“All right,” Wes said.

Frannie twitched on the seat next to me.  I knew she’d been gearing up for Wes to balk at her request, and I had to bite back my giggle at the look of astonishment on her face.

“Really?”  She said.  “Just like that?”

“Yes,” Wes replied. 

“Huh, I thought you were screwing with Mom when you said all that crap about being a better brother.”

“Maybe you could try being a better sister,” Wes said with a grin.  “Meet me halfway.”

“Sorry, Wesley, not gonna happen,” Frannie replied.  “Your face bugs me too much.”

Wes and I both burst into laughter and, after a moment, Frannie joined in.

 

* * *

Wes

 

The minute Frannie had disappeared into the bookstore, I patted the seat beside me.  “Slide back over here, Daisy.”

She had moved to the passenger seat when Frannie hopped out of the truck and I missed her soft warmth.  She hesitated and glanced at the street.  “What if someone sees us?”

“They won’t.  Come sit next to me, darlin’,” I coaxed.

She slid over until her thigh was pressed against mine.  I pulled out onto the street and then took her hand, linking our fingers as I drove.

“So, is Frannie actually buying you a gift or is she meeting Owen?”  I asked.

“She’s meeting Owen,” Daisy replied.  “They came up with the idea at the tree farm.”

“Did they plan that meeting too?”

“Nope, that was a happy coincidence.”  She shivered against me when I rubbed my thumb across the palm of her hand.  “I almost died when your grandma said she heard you last night.”

I laughed.  “You and me both.  I think I covered pretty well.”

“Um, you definitely didn’t,” I said.  “Your mom knows something weird is going on.”

“She doesn’t,” I said.  “Don’t worry, Daisy.  Besides, we’ll just have to be quieter next time.”

She didn’t reply and I cursed inwardly.  Making the assumption that there would be a next time was stupid of me.  For all I knew, Daisy was done with me.  The thought made the hot chocolate in my stomach curdle.  God, I was falling for this girl and falling fast.  I needed to slow things down before I made a complete fool of myself.  We lived in different cities and she was Frannie’s roommate.  Frannie would lose her shit if Daisy and I started dating.  Not to mention how confusing it would be for the rest of the family.

I cleared my throat as Daisy peered out the windshield.  “Where are we?”

“I thought I would take the scenic route home,” I said.

Her smile made my pulse speed up.  “The scenic route, huh.”

“Yes.”  I let go of her hand and placed mine on her thigh instead. I rubbed her leg through her jeans as she studied my hand.  I wondered if she was remembering the last time we were alone in the truck together.

“Thinking about being inappropriate, Mr. McKinley?”  She said.

“Do you want me to be inappropriate?”  I asked as I tried to move my hand between her thighs.

“Hey, eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel,” she admonished.

I did what she asked.  My disappointment turned to red hot need the minute I felt her hand rest on my crotch.  My cock immediately hardened and she made her adorable little laugh before giving me a squeeze.  “You’re insatiable, Wes.”

“You do that to me,” I rasped.

When she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and stuck her hand down my briefs, I made a low groan and thrust against her soft hand.  Her warm fingers curled around my cock and stroked back and forth.  I tried desperately to concentrate on the road, thankful that there was hardly any traffic.

“Do you know what I want, Wes?”  Daisy leaned against me and I groaned when her warm tongue traced my ear.

“What?”  I gasped as she rubbed her thumb over the head of my aching cock.

“I want to taste you,” she breathed into my ear.

“Fuck, yes,” I said.

Daisy made a soft shriek when I abruptly turned the truck left and she was thrown against me.  Her hand tightened on my dick and dammit if I didn’t almost come all over her hand right there.  I held onto my self-control with grim determination as I drove down the side street.

“Where are we going?”  Daisy asked.

“You’ll see.”  I pulled her hand out of my pants and smiled at her when she pouted.

“Trust me, darlin’, if I don’t do this, we’ll get in a car accident.  I don’t relish the idea of explaining to my mother why the paramedics found us with your hand in my pants.”

She laughed and leaned her head against my shoulder.  “All right.  I’ll stop teasing you.”

I drove another ten minutes until we were at the old warehouse on the edge of town.  It had been abandoned for years and Daisy leaned forward and peered out the windshield.  Most of the windows were broken and graffiti was painted across the building.

“It’s kind of creepy out here,” Daisy said.

“It isn’t,” I replied.  “It’s nice and private, and I need privacy for what I’m going to do to you.”

“What are you going to do to me?”  She asked with a sweet smile.

I cupped the back of her neck and pulled her toward me.  We kissed, our tongues touching and tasting until we were both panting.  I cupped her breast through her heavy jacket, growling when I couldn’t feel her nipple.

“Take off your jacket,” I demanded.

She shrugged out of it as I pulled mine off as well.  We tossed them on the seat beside her and she moaned when I cupped her breast again.  I teased her nipple through her bra and t-shirt as we kissed repeatedly.

“You taste so good, little flower,” I said.

“You too,” she panted.  “Like chocolate.”

I grinned at her, but it dropped like a stone a few seconds later.  “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”  She asked.  She was starting to work her hand into my jeans again.

“I don’t have a condom with me.”

She laughed.  “This is about you, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”  God, I hoped she meant what I thought she did.

She slipped her hand back into my briefs and rubbed my still-hard cock.  “You know what I mean.”

“Fuck!”  My breath escaped in a low moan when she pushed the front of my briefs down.  I watched her tiny hand rub my cock as she smiled at me.

“Have you ever had a blow job in the car before, Wes?”

“No,” I groaned.

Her hand slowed to a stop and I gave her a pleading look.  “Fuck, Daisy.  Don’t stop.”

“You’ve seriously never had a girlfriend give you road head?”  She asked.

“No.  I never had one offer and I didn’t want to ask.  It seemed,” I searched for the appropriate word, “disrespectful.”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable,” she said with a soft laugh.

“Are women waiting for men to ask them to blow them in the car?”  I said.  “Because I am more than happy to beg - I mean - ask if you - ”

“Shut up, Wes,” she said before leaning over and sucking my dick into her mouth.

“Fuck, yes!”  I hissed.  My hands tangled in her soft hair as she bobbed her head up and down my dick.  Her mouth was hot and wet, and I groaned in sheer delight when she used her tongue to trace circles around the head.  Pre-cum was already leaking out of my dick and I watched as she licked it away before smiling up at me.

“Yummy.”

I twitched and pushed her mouth over my dick again.  “Suck, darlin’.”

I let my head drop back against the seat, closing my eyes as she went to town on my dick.  Daisy was a fucking goddess at sucking dick and I thrust into her mouth as she sucked and licked and drove me crazy.  I had no idea how much time passed, my focus was narrowed down to the feel of Daisy’s hot mouth and tongue.  Her hand was stroking the base of my cock as she made slow and almost lazy licks along the shaft. 

“Please,” I rasped.  “Oh, please, darlin’.”

She slid her mouth over my cock and made a humming sound.  It vibrated against my flesh and I pulled her off my dick in a hurry.

“What’s wrong?”  She asked.

“I’m close.  You’re so fucking good at this,” I moaned. 

“Oh honey, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said.

“Wh-what do you – oh fucking hell!”  I made a hoarse bellow of pleasure as Daisy slid her mouth down over my dick until her lips touched my pubic hair.  I’d never once been deepthroated before and as Daisy pulled back, took a deep breath and then deepthroated me again, I climaxed explosively.  Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I pumped my cock repeatedly into her mouth as she swallowed every drop of my come.  When she finally sat up and wiped her mouth with the heel of her hand, I was shaking and weak as a kitten. 

“You okay?”  She asked.

“Marry me,” I said hoarsely.

Her laughter filled me with warmth and I wanted to pull her into my lap and hug her, but the steering wheel was in the way and I could barely lift my damn arms.  I settled for patting her weakly on the leg.

She laughed again before lifting my arm and snuggling under it.  I stroked her hip and side as she rested her head on my shoulder.  After I caught my breath, I said, “That was hands down the best blow job of my life, Daisy.”

“Good,” she said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” I said.  “I, uh, didn’t know I was going to come.”

“It’s fine,” she said.  “Nice girls always swallow anyway.”

“You’re the perfect woman,” I said.

She giggled and patted my chest.  “Aren’t you sweet.”

It was obvious she thought I was being flippant.  I wanted to tell her I meant every word of it but hell, what if I really was just on a post-orgasmic high?  Besides, I had more important matters to take care of.  Like making Daisy come all over my fingers.

“Daisy?”

She lifted her head and I kissed her.  I could taste myself on her tongue and fuck if it didn’t make me horny again.  “Your turn,” I whispered against her mouth.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

“I want to,” I replied.  I stuck my hand under her shirt but before I could cup her breast, my cell phone rang.  I muttered a curse.  It was my mother’s ring tone.

“Wes?” Daisy said when I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“I have to answer it,” I said.  “It’s Mom.”

“Right,” she said.  She rested her head against my chest again as I answered the call.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Wes?  Where are you?”

“On our way home, why?”

“I thought you’d been in an accident.  Do you have any idea what time it is?”  My mom said.

I glanced at my watch.  Fuck, we’d been parked at the old warehouse for nearly forty minutes.

“Oh, uh, sorry.  Frannie asked me to drop her off at Books For All so she could pick up a gift for Daisy.”

“Are you waiting for her?”  Mom asked.

“No, she said she’d be awhile and she’d find her own way home,” I said without thinking.

“Then where the heck are you?  We’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour.”

“Um…”

Daisy sat up and made a “think of something” motion with her hand.

“We, uh…”  Fuck, my mind was a complete blank.  I was pretty sure Daisy had sucked most of my brain cells right out of me.

“Wesley?  Where have you been?”  My mother said impatiently.

“Um, I’m driving, Mom, so I’d better go,” I said.  “We’ll be home soon.”

I hit the end button before she could reply and stared at Daisy.

“That was not so smooth,” she said.

“I panicked.  My mind went blank!”  I said.  “I’m lucky I didn’t blurt out the truth.”

“Oh God,” Daisy said with a laugh.  “That would have been a nightmare.”

“Yep,” I said before reaching for the button on her jeans.

She slapped my hand away.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to make you come and then we’re going to leave,” I said.

“Like hell you are!  Wes, we need to get to your house now.”

I scowled at her.  “I’m not in the habit of leaving my woman unsatisfied, Daisy.”

A weird look crossed her face and I said, “What?”

“Nothing,” she said.  “I appreciate the thought but we have to go, right now.  Is there a coffee shop on the way home?”

“Yes,” I said as I buttoned and zipped my jeans.  “Why?”

“Because I have an idea.  Let’s go.”

I could see how impatient she was, but I took a moment to kiss her anyway.  “Thank you, Daisy.  You’re incredible.”

She gave me a pleased smile. “Thanks, Wes.  Now drive!”