CHAPTER 17
Tristan had picked us up at the airport Friday afternoon. He had immediately taken Preston from me and carried her through the terminal while Trey got our luggage. He talked to her and made faces; she was giggling in delight at her Uncle Tristan. He needed to be a dad I thought to myself. I truly hoped he got the opportunity with whomever he ended up settling down with.
"So," I said smiling at him, "The big 4-0 huh? How does that feel Tristan?"
He laughed good-naturedly then leaned closely as if he wanted to share a secret with me.
"Do you want to know the truth?" he asked in a very serious tone.
I nodded waiting for him to share some secret of aging.
"I actually feel almost the same way today as I did yesterday," he confided.
"Oh….you," I said, smacking his arm.
"When do I get to meet Libby?"
"Very soon as a matter of fact. She's back at the house helping Mom bake her traditional pumpkin pies for Halloween. She decorates them with faces," he laughed.
"So," I continued, "What are you and Libby wearing for the big Halloween/Birthday gala?"
"That is a secret Tylar. But - I can guarantee you that our costumes will be unusual," he promised.
Trey, Preston and I were going as Fred, Wilma and Pebbles Flintstone. Gina had come up with the idea very quickly when I explained what the theme was to be.
"Girlfriend," she had giggled, "It's freakin' perfect!"
She had seen the costumes at a shop near the Sanctuary and dragged me down there to look. They actually were pretty amazing when I saw them on the mannequins.
Gina had pitched the idea to Trey bringing Preston and I out to model the costumes that we had borrowed on approval from the shop. Preston dressed as Pebbles was adorable. I had pulled her hair up into the little sprouted ponytail and the costume came with a fake clip that looked like a bone just like Pebbles had on the cartoon. My costume included the wig that had a reddish colored tight bun on top just like Wilma's.
Both of us wore the ragged hemmed animal print shifts just like the cartoon characters. My only concern was that Trey (Fred) would not agree to wear his animal skin shift as well. Trey would also get to carry his 'caveman' faux wooden club.
Trey had turned out to be a good sport about it I got his measurements to get his costume rented the following day. Trey's only concern had been that my animal skin shift was too short and that it showed off more of me than what he wanted anyone to see.
"Jesus Christ," he had moaned later in our bedroom as I was changing out of my costume.
"I am going to have to beat the shit out of a bunch of horny cavemen I can see."
"Oh Trey," I had laughed, "There's only one horny caveman that I am interested in."
"Just make sure it stays that way baby," he had said in his smooth and silky voice, planting his hands on my ass and pulling me towards him.
We had been setting the record with our sexapades these days. I simply couldn't get enough of my husband and he couldn't get enough of me.
When we got to his parents house we were met at the door by Susan who promptly took Preston from Tristan and headed off down the hall with her.
"Nice to see you too, Mom," Trey called after her helping me off with my coat.
Thatcher was there in a moment helping with our luggage and putting coats away.
Tristan had disappeared upstairs so Trey and I made our way back to the family room to greet Clive and catch up on everything.
"Tylar," Susan whispered after we had been there for several minutes. She had handed Preston off to Trey. "Come in the kitchen with me for a moment?"
I followed her into the kitchen puzzled by the secrecy.
"Listen," she said, her voice still lowered as if she felt someone might overhear her.
"This gal Libby that Tristan invited up from Atlanta - I'm not real sure about her."
"What do you mean, Susan?"
"I mean she is very hard to read. He seems totally intrigued with her but I'm not so sure. My motherly instincts are raising hell. Have you and Trey met her yet?"
"No - no we haven't," I replied.
"Well I certainly won't say any more then because I don't want to pass any bias that I might have on to either of you. I'll let you be your own judges."
Just then Tristan came into the kitchen holding hands with someone I presumed was Libby.
"There she is," he said in his warm voice, "Libs this is my favorite sister-in-law, Tylar. Tylar please meet Libby Michaels. She lives in Atlanta, too."
I held my hand out to Libby and she grasped mine with her own. She looked to be in her early thirties; she was tall and slender with long blond hair. Everything about her was perfectly manicured and in place.
"Tylar," she said, "Tristan is constantly talking about you, Trey and your adorable baby girl. You brought her with you didn't you?"
"Of course they did," Susan spoke up.
"Come and meet my son Trey and my grandbaby Preston."
We all went back to the family room. I noticed how Tristan settled Libby into a chair and then sat on the arm of it, keeping her hand in his. He seemed totally infatuated with her. When she was introduced to Trey I couldn't help noticing how her eyes lit up when she smiled and took his hand. It was possible that Susan's bias had caused me to be more attentive to her actions as a result, but it seemed as if Libby's hand lingered in Trey's a bit longer than necessary; even now it was if she continued to watch him as he held Preston in his lap.
"So Libby," I started, "What do you do in Atlanta?"
"I'm the Director of Marketing at Sexabella Products," she stated very matter-of-factly.
I glanced over at Trey meeting his amused glance. He knew I was going to ask the question.
"And what exactly are Sexabella products?" I inquired.
"We distribute a full line of sexual enhancement products that include clothing, novelties, toys, videos, books and gadgets."
I wasn't about to ask her to further define "gadgets." My cheeks were already warm with my blush.
Susan cleared her throat asking if anyone cared for something to drink. I offered to help her as we escaped to the kitchen.
"You see what I mean Tylar? Coming out like that and admitting that she markets perverted products," Susan hissed, shaking her head.
"Now Mom," I replied finding it difficult not to laugh.
"Just because she markets those types of things does not necessarily mean that she is perverted. I'm sure Tristan can handle it."
I inadvertently snickered and caught her frown.
"Well I am telling you this Tylar. She has been here for three days and Tristan is supposed to be getting his staff in place at the winery he's expanding here and she is not letting him out of that bedroom!"
"Shhh," I whispered unable to suppress my giggles. "They are going to hear you out there. I'm sure it's just a thing that will eventually peter out."
Susan started giggling when I said that, hugging me.
"I've sure missed you honey," she said.
"I'm so glad my Trey has you; I'm even happy for Nigel and Tess who will be here tomorrow morning. I just still worry about my Tristan. I wish you had a twin sister for him."
We were interrupted when Trey came in holding Preston who was squirming and starting to fuss a bit.
"I think she's hungry baby," he said, bringing her to me.
I held my arms out and she reached over to me leaving Trey's arms.
"I'll take her up to our suite and feed her."
"Want some company?" Trey asked giving me a sheepish grin.
"Sure sweetie."
Once Trey and I were in the seclusion of our suite, he turned on the flat screen and settled next to me on the bed. Preston was cuddled in my arms nursing.
"So," I said, "What do you think of Libby?"
Trey shrugged.
"I can tell Mom doesn’t like her," he replied.
"Really? I didn't get that impression." I lied.
He gave me his sidelong glance that said 'You're full of shit.'
I laughed.
"Okay - yes your mom does not care for her but I can't believe that it is totally because of the products she markets at Sexabella or whatever it's called."
"She probably doesn't like the fact that Libby came here for the sole purpose of having a fuckfest with Tristan under their roof."
"What?" I asked, startling Preston.
"How do you know that they're having a fuckfest?"
Trey threw me one of his 'oh please!' looks.
"Brothers talk," he replied.
"Yes - apparently like school girls," I chided.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I just better never find out that you shared details of our sex life with anyone - brother or not."
"Come on baby. You know me better than that," he replied in his smooth and silky voice.
He scooted closer giving me a kiss.
When Preston finished nursing I changed her diaper and then laid her down for a nap in the crib that had been put in our suite. I had packed some of her stuffed toys and put her ghost in the crib with her as I pulled her blanket up. She found her thumb and drifted off to sleep.
"Wanna take a nap baby?" Trey asked slyly.
"I didn't bring my diaphragm."
"No worries. I brought condoms," he smiled.
We nestled down under the bedcovers and enjoyed some play before we both drifted off into a nap of our own.
We came awake hearing some loud banging against the wall of our room. It was coming from the room next to us. The one that Nigel and Caroline had been in last Christmas. There was some sort of commotion going on in there.
It was the headboard hitting the wall. I looked over at Trey and saw the slow smile spread across his face. I knew that we had never been that loud.
Soon I could hear a woman's voice. It was Libby's
"Harder Tristan," she yelled, "I want that crop flailed across my ass harder!"
What the? My eyes widened as I looked up at Trey with a puzzled expression.
We heard the sound of leather hitting skin and then Libby moaned loudly.
"That's it baby; that's how I like it! Again!"
This continued for awhile and then we heard her voice loudly again, commanding Tristan to fuck her from behind. He evidently obliged as the rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall resumed.
We finally heard them both cry out as they reached their individual climaxes.
"Damn," Trey said, "That sounded…. different."
"Don't get any ideas Trey."
I was perturbed by the activities that had occurred in the next room; I wasn't sure why. I hadn't pictured Tristan as being into any of that S & M shit. It was obvious that Libby was very much into it.
"Oh come on Tylar," he admonished. "Since when have you turned all provincial? I seem to recall you enjoying a spanking or two in the past."
"That's an entirely different thing and you know it Trey. Are you saying that we need to spice up our play in the bedroom?"
"I'm saying no such thing. You always read way more into the things I say."
He pulled me against him, brushing my hair back from my face gently. He tilted my chin upward and kissed my lips softly several times.
"I have no complaints at all Mrs. Sinclair, but if you ever find it boring, you will speak up won't you?"
"Assuredly, counselor," I replied, kissing him back.
Just then the sound of Preston's ghost booing came from the crib. Trey and I looked over. She was sitting up in her crib, her chubby arms hugging her ghost to her. She smiled at us. Trey slipped his sweats on and went over to take care of her. She needed another diaper change which he handled.
We ate at Morelli's that night. Carmelita was thrilled to see us again and she was captivated by Preston.
Tristan and Libby had joined us and try as I might, I was just not clicking with that chick. I thought Susan's instincts were on target. I would never let on to Tristan that I didn't care for her. He seemed to be totally mesmerized by her in every way. I was a bit uncomfortable being around them after what we had heard that afternoon but neither one of them seemed fazed by it.
When we got back to the manor Susan insisted on bathing Preston and getting her ready to go down for the night. Susan had moved Preston's crib to her and Clive's suite and I suspected it was because she had overheard Tristan and Libby at some point over the past several days and didn't want it to keep the baby up. I hoped like hell it didn't keep Trey and I up.
Trey and I showered in our suite together and got dressed for bed. He put on a pair of pj pants that hung low on his hips and a white tee shirt. I admired his flat taught belly and his muscular arms and shoulders that were evident under his tee shirt.
I climbed under the sheets and settled down waiting for Trey to join me. He had gone back downstairs to grab his Blackberry.
When he got back to the room and into bed he seemed a bit distracted.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't know. You seem distracted all of a sudden."
He didn't respond. He flipped his Blackberry on to check messages and emails.
"Trey," I said, still watching him. "What is it?"
"Oh - it's nothing I guess. It's just that when I went downstairs just now, Libby was in the kitchen getting a glass of ice water. My Blackberry was on the counter near the sink. When I retrieved it off the counter and turned to leave it was like her hand brushed against my crotch accidently."
"What do you mean accidently?" I hissed.
"I mean it was like she was turning away from the sink as I was leaving the room and her hand just kind of brushed against me as she went to get ice from the icemaker."
"Well did she say anything?"
"I thought maybe it was my fault for getting in her path so I said 'sorry' and she said there was nothing at all for me to be sorry about."
"That bitch!" I hissed.
"Tylar please let it go. I'm certain it was an accident. I don't want anything ruining Tristan's party, okay?"
"Trey she has been overly attentive to you since we got here."
"She has not Tylar. She's all about Tristan. Now let's forget about it okay?"
I gave him a mumbled 'whatever' turning over on my side away from him. Trey had it wrong. Tristan was all about her but she was not all about Tristan. She was about herself and getting anything and everything she wanted.
Trey and I awoke during the night to the sound of Tristan and Libby's relentless fucking. There was no way it could be deemed 'lovemaking.' It was mostly Libby's high pitched shrieking and moaning and telling Tristan what she wanted and where she wanted it. It appeared that he aimed to please.
"Jesus Christ," Trey muttered after wrapping a pillow around his head to cover his ears had failed to drown out the sounds from the next room. He leapt up out of our bed and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I whispered loudly.
"I'm going to tell them to fucking keep it down," he snapped.
"Oh, so you're going to pull a 'Caroline' on them?"
"Bullshit Tylar. You and I were never that loud. This is ridiculous."
"Trey I thought you wanted to make sure that Tristan had a great 40th birthday weekend? If this makes him happy you can certainly endure it for the sake of your brother, right?"
I was right back at him for telling me earlier to keep quiet about Libby brushing against his crotch in the kitchen.
Trey relented grudgingly coming back to bed. We spent the rest of the night trying to cover our ears to drown out the sounds coming from the next room.