Seth’s Perspective
Dinner with the family was so much fun! Ricky’s parents treated us like family and kept bringing out more food, of course we kept eating! We were all so excited about Merce’s arrival, especially Izzy. All she could talk about was ‘hoding dat baby’. “Well, when she finally comes home, I’ll sit down with you and show you how to hold her” Grandma Kelly said lovingly as she reached across the table and held Izzy’s arm.
Izzy’s words were simple and clear, “I hode Teddy’s babies” (Izzy to English translation:
‘I hold Teddy’s twin sisters all the time.’) But the look she shot Kelly, that was a little more complicated, but still clear. It said something more like: ‘Bitch please! I hold babies all the time, I’m basically Abbi and Olli’s mother for god’s sake… and you’re going to show me how to hold a baby?! I have never seen you hold a baby. What babies have you ever held? How ‘bout I teach you how to hold a baby Grand-MA!’ Oh. My. God. We were dying. Izzy didn’t need words to make her point, that look said it all. Kelly just looked at her granddaughter and smiled sweetly, doing her best not to break out in laughter. It was a great, fun night with the family. There was excitement in the air.
But excitement wasn’t the only thing in the air, it was hurricane season and there was a storm a’brewing. It had been a long day and when we finally left the pizza place it was dark out and the wind was insanely strong and angry. “Hode on to me!” Izzy yelled as the wind almost lifted her tiny body off the ground. Grandpa Nafan was quick to come her rescue.
“Grandpa’s gotcha” Nathan bellowed as he scooped her up in his arms.
Ali had his face buried in my shoulder and was holding onto my neck for dear life as we fought the heavy gusts to make our way to the Atlas. Kelly shouted over the whooshing of the wind, “there’s a tropical storm off the West Coast of Florida that’s gaining strength and supposed to be headed this direction.”
“They say it could end up being a category 4 or 5 hurricane by the time it gets here” Nathan added as he held onto Izzy and fought through the wind to get her safely to the Atlas.
We all finally met at the SUV, “When is it supposed to hit?” I asked as we buckled the kids into their seats with the wind whipping around us.
“Depending on who you believe, late tomorrow or maybe early the next day” Nathan responded.
“Are you boys prepared with supplies?” Kelly asked.
“Always” Zach responded confidently. We’d lived there long enough, and been through enough hurricane threats to know to be prepared. We always kept the cellar stocked with bottled water, nonperishable food, and stuff to keep the kids busy. We had our camping stove and propane, flashlights, air mattresses, extra batteries, chargers, and, of course, cases of BroMax candles. We could live for a couple of weeks without leaving the house if we had to, and had the basement for extra shelter if we needed it. Brody and Max had their place stocked up too, they also had a backup generator (we kept meaning to get one but just hadn’t done it). The windows and doors on the house weren’t the originals but, they weren’t exactly hurricane glass either. We had discussed boarding the place up, but decided (with some trepidation) that we were far enough inland to be safe. So, for the most part, we were prepared.
“I made hurricane survival kits for The Villagers at the beginning of the season, and BA cleaned up the Harrington House basement just in case” I added.
Kelly was concerned, “Well, I hope the boys are all taking this seriously.”
“Well, all except Che” I said rolling my eyes. “He says the tornados in Iowa are way worse… then he called the rest of us “pussies” for being worried” I whispered the word ‘pussies’ so the kids wouldn’t hear. Zach and Nathan laughed; Kelly just shook her head.
“Well, they all need to take it seriously, it could hit us anytime and it could be devastating, especially for them; Harrington House is so near the water” Kelly said with worry in her voice.
“Or it could completely pass us over, like it usually does” Zach dismissively retorted. “Welcome to hurricane season.” If you’ve ever lived in an area prone to hurricanes, you understand. Every time there’s a storm they say it’s going to grow into ‘the worst hurricane in history!’ Everyone one runs to the grocery store and empties the shelves of water, bread, and toilet paper (side note, I have never understood why people feel the need to hoard toilet paper in a crisis… like wiping your ass is going to be your biggest problem when the world ends). Their next stop, Home Depot, or Lowe’s to buy them out of generators and plywood, then off to the gas station to fill every vehicle and gas can in the state… just in case. Every school and office closes, everyone panics for a day or two. But the reality is that most of the time they just blow over. The wind shifts, we get a little rain, and some heavy winds, then the sun comes out, we pick up some fallen tree branches, then we’re back to normal until the next hurricane scare.
“I hope we have enough water” Kelly said. “Nathan, did you fill the car with gas? I wonder if Lowe’s has any generators left… we should’ve bought one before we went back home last trip. We should stop at Target to get more water just in case. Do we have enough toilet paper?” This was their first hurricane (and it showed).
“You’ll be fine, Mom” I said. “Zach’s right, it’ll probably just blow over anyway… if not, make your way to our place, we’ll be holed up there, if it gets really bad, we’ll move to the basement.”
After that, we all said, and hugged our goodbyes, then headed home. Izzy and Ali were passed out in their seats before we were even a mile away from the restaurant. Freddy, on the other hand, was wide awake and obsessed with the storm. “The coach said they might cancel soccer camp tomorrow onaccounta the “hurnikane.””
“Well, the winds are really strong, we’ll see how it looks in the morning. Maybe we can all just stay home tomorrow” I suggested.
“But you and Daddy Sach gotta work.”
“We can both work from home if we have to” I replied. “We can do fun stuff like bake cookies.”
“Can we make slime?!” He asked me excitedly.
I chuckled at his excitement, “Yeah, we could do that, we’ll have the whole day to play together.”
“COOL!!!!!!” He yelled, surprisingly, the other two slept right through it and were still sleeping when we got home. Freddy ran ahead and opened the front door for us with my keys while me and Zach carried our two sleepyheads in. I tucked everyone in while Zach pulled the cars into the garage, and moved the patio furniture into the barn to keep it from blowing away. We did a quick once over of the basement making sure it was clean and stocked, then we plugged in every device and back-up battery we had, just in case. When everything was in order we went upstairs to bed.
I was stripping down and getting ready to jump into bed when Zach said, “Hey, this could be our last chance to take a hot shower if we lose power.” He flashed that devilish grin and my clothes basically vanished on their own.
“And this could be our last moment of privacy for a while if we end up stuck in the basement with the kids” I added. I had a little internal panic attack thinking about living in the basement with three kids… it only lasted a few seconds, and the next thing I knew, I was naked, in the shower soaping up my hotter than fuck husband as the warm water rained down on us. My anxiety melted away as my hands roamed the wet, sculpted flesh in front of me. My soap slickened fingertips danced over his muscles making him shiver and shake with every touch. He had his back to me and his hands against the tiled wall as I made my way down his body. The curve of his ass against the palm of my hand sent a little jolt through my body making my manhood rise to the occasion. My hands made their way up his back once again as I leaned in and wedged my hardness in his deep crevasse. I soaped my wiener and slipped it between those two perfect buns… Oscar Meyer would’ve been envious.
“Tease my hole with it” Zach whispered. I reached down and tapped my hardness against his starfish making him quiver with desire.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whispered in his ear. Like I keep telling you, he was a self-proclaimed top, but he loved to bottom and I loved anything that made him squirm.
“No, Just play with my hole” he whimpered as he bent over a little further to give me better access. I stepped back and replaced my cock with a finger tapping it on his hole; it opened like a magnolia bud in the springtime. With the water splashing down on me I licked my way from his neck to his crack in one fell swoop. Before I knew it, I was on my knees and my tongue was lapping at his sweet, pink bud, through the cascading water. Zach moaned as his hole opened and closed at the moist touch of my tongue. God, I loved making him submit like that, his pleasure was my responsibility and I took it seriously. “Fuck yes” his hand reached back pulling my head tight until I was drowning in his ass crack, I grabbed onto his hips like a lifesaver. He pushed back hard savoring the sensations. He struggled to keep upright after removing his hands from the tile wall and putting one on my head and the other on his own cock. His grunts of ecstasy bounced from tile wall to tile wall. “Fuck yes” he wailed again flattening my nose into his crack… breathing was difficult but also unimportant to me in the moment. I was focused on feasting on his hotness. “FUCK!” he yelled (literally. How the hell our kids slept through all that I will never know) before shooting his load against the wall.
I pulled my tongue from the depths of his hole and stood, he started to do the same but I gave his ass a hard slap, “no! Stay there” I commanded. I squirted some shower gel into my hand and lubed up my cock, then I inserted a soapy finger into his pucker and demanded “Clamp down on it,” he did so obediently. Oh my god, his ass sucked on my finger like a baby addicted to a pacifier. I was pumping myself with my free hand, the combined sensations sent me over the edge and a shot a thick, hot load onto his sculpted back. I pulled my finger out of his hole and quickly scooped what I could off his back before the water washed it away. I reached around in inserted the finger soaked with Zach-ass funk and my own cum into his wanting mouth… he stood, turned around to face me, and we shared a cum kiss under the water. The unique flavor of the two of us combined permeated on my tastebuds and the scent filled my nostrils as we kissed passionately. After that we tenderly soaped-up each other’s bodies then let the water rinse us off. After we dried our pruned bodies, we went to bed and spooned ourselves to sleep… naked.
Bright and early Izzy was knocking on our bedroom door, “Lemme in, I’m scaoed” (Izzy to English translation: Please let me in, I’m scared of the very loud wind).
We both pulled on our T’s and boxers then Zach let her in. “What’s wrong, Sweetie?” Zach asked.
“Da house howwewed at me?”
“What?” I asked, unable to translate even though I spoke fluent Izzy.
“Da house howwewed at me!” She repeated.
Zach got it first, “What do you mean the house hollered at you?” Just then a gust of wind shook the windows and made a screeching sound is it whipped through the cracks of the drafty old farmhouse.
“DAT!!!!!!!!” Izzy cried as she ran towards our bed, jumped in, got under the covers, and clutched onto me for dear life. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her. The combination of pre-hurricane winds and an old house were a lot to take in. “Tewl it to stop” she said.
“Hey house!” Zach yelled, “Stop screaming at us!”
“Yeah! TOP it now!” Izzy added to Zach’s admonishment of the house.
“What the hell is going on in here?” A tiny voice asked from the doorway. Freddy stood there rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he had no clue what he had just said.
“What did you just say?” I asked my eldest.
He just stared at me, “Why are you being so loud? You woked me up.” I don’t think he even realized that he said “hell” so Zach and I just looked at each other, grinned, held in the laughter, and decided to let it go.
“We’re telling the house to stop hollering at Izzy” I said with a grin. Freddy looked at me like I was nuts.
Just then he heard the wind whip and his sister yell at the house… a mischievous grin suddenly appeared on his adorable, sleepy face and just like that he was in on the joke. “Shut up you old house, stop yelling at my sister” he growled then slapped the bedroom wall for affect. Izzy peered out from under the covers at him and shot him a look of admiration… he was her hero.
“We better all get in the bed where we’re safe” I proclaimed, Freddy came running and dove in with me and Izzy.
“Someone save my bruddo!” Izzy cried out as Zach approached the bed. Zach spun on his heel and went into the boys room to save the sleeping Ali and brought him back to the bed. I spooned Izzy, Zach spooned Ali, and Freddy snuggled between us as he held onto Petunia for dear life. Once again, it was six in one bed. Together. Safe until the alarm went off, then it was business as usual as we went about our daily routine.
Zach looked outside, no rain yet just crazy winds, he checked every weather app in existence o his phone. The tropical storm had been upgraded to a category 2 hurricane and was still gaining strength as it headed our way. He got a text from Freddy’s coach cancelling soccer camp, then suggested we all just stay home. So, we did. We willingly locked ourselves in a house with three crazy kids and a dog.
I called Mrs. Mavis to let her know the kids were staying home, the called Max and told him I was going to close the office; he had already decided to shut down his operations and hole up with his family too. He told me he had talked to Craig, and the he Colton and Ella had water, food, and were safe at home across the road. I made several calls to alert the staff and tie up loose ends with the villagers. Zach called his mom and learned that Eli, Riley, and Merci were safe at the hospital where they had hurricane glass, generators, and a shelter if needed. They were safe. Nathan had convinced Kelly to stay at the villa (she reluctantly agreed). Their place was newer construction and had hurricane glass, not to mention Kelly had filled the cupboards with nonperishables, stacked the garage with cases of water, and hoarded enough batteries to light New York. They were safe too.
Convinced that everyone was safe, it was time for some quality hurricane time with the family. Our first order of the day was to make slime… Freddy was attached to my hip as I pulled the ingredients out from the cabinet. He did all the work under my close supervision and within minutes we had homemade slime, Freddy was in heaven as he instructed Ali and Izzy on how to play with it and told them very clearly “don’t eat it or I will have to take it away.” I loved it when he took charge, he was an awesome big brother.
Meanwhile, Zach went through the yard battening down the hatches and making sure any thing that could blow away was put away or tied down. Meanwhile, I cleaned the house from top to bottom, put a batch of chili in the crockpot and prayed the power didn’t go out before it was done. The winds had gotten out of control and the heavy rains had started. There was talk that it might be a category 5 before it got to us so we were planning on hunkering down for a while… but then again, they always predicted Category 5 and it rarely happened. But we were assuming the worse and hoping for the best.
The kids played together with their homemade slime averting their attention for most of the morning. At one point there was a huge gust of wind that whistled through the windows, then a thud. Zach went outside to check it out, it was a big branch that had dropped on the roof… there wasn’t any damage but the noise scared the hell out of Izzy and Ali, Freddy remained calm. By the time Zach came back into the house Freddy was sitting on the couch with Izzy on one side of him and Ali on the other. They were both sucking their thumbs with their heads resting on his tiny chest, and he was stroking their hair… one with each hand. He was singing to them quietly:
“But you gotta keep your head up, oh oh
And you can let your hair down, eh eh
You gotta keep your head up, oh oh
And you can let your hair down, eh eh
I know it's hard, know it's hard
To remember sometimes
But you gotta keep your head up, oh oh
And you can let your hair down, eh eh eh eh eh.”
Zach and I just watched and smiled as Freddy calmed his siblings down (well, of course Zach recorded it too). When he was done Zach asked, “Where did you learn that song?”
“Uncle Brody’s plays it on the way to soccer camp” Freddy said as he continued to console his siblings. Our kids had been singing to the radio since the day they joined our family, but what stood out to me about that moment was that Freddy chose a song to cheer up his siblings and sang it to them… and it worked. When the two toddlers were calm again, Freddy kissed them each on the head and they went back to playing with their slime. The hurricane was forgotten and the giggles returned.
It was midafternoon when someone pounded on the front door. At first, I thought it was just the storm, but then Petunia went nuts barking so Zach went to answer it. The kids were playing together on the living room floor and jumped up and fto follow Zach to the door. He opened the door to the wet, windy elements and there stood a soaking wet River & Che.
“What the hell are you guys doing out in this crap?” Zach asked as he let them in. “Freddy, run upstairs and get some towels” he commanded.
“Well, I thought this was hurricane panic was all bulsh…” Che started to say when he saw Izzy looking up at him. “Um BS, but then the windows started to rattle and it freaked me out” (the two had recently moved to a one bedroom on the third floor of Harrington House).
“Then we got hungry and went to get some food and every place was closed, even the grocery stores” River added.
I heard them talking as I made my way from the kitchen, through the dining room, then to the front door. “I’ve been telling you all season to be prepared” I yelled as I walked towards them shaking my head. It took an actual hurricane for them to finally take it seriously… and now they were freaking out!
“Don’t be hatin’, this shhhhh…. stuff is scary, man.” Che barked back trying to watch his words (the thug was afraid of a three year old girl and I loved it). They ventured out looking for food and water, they had hit every grocery store and fast food place in the city, they were all either closed or the shelves were empty. Their phones were almost dead, and they had less than a quarter tank of gas in their car when it rolled up to our house. They were desperate so they came to us looking for refuge. Argh! I’d been talking to all the villagers about hurricane prep so they wouldn’t all end up at our place, but these guys completely ignored me… and guess where they ended up.
The kids didn’t give a crap why they were there, they were just happy “Ribbo & Cheese” came to play. Freddy came back with the towels, then Zach went up to our room and found them some T’s and sweats to wear and I put their clothes in the dryer. They were happy to be with “family.” Hey, we had a roof over our head, water, and a big pot of chili… a couple more was no big deal.
Che and River settled in quickly, they got on the floor and played with the kids until dinner. We were all braving the storm together, making the best of a bad situation.
To be continued…
