The Protagonist System

172 A Life Worth Having

Viper held me for a good twenty minutes as I came to grips with my current situation and calmed down. When I tried to apologize for breaking down like that, she kissed me. It started with her only pressing her lips to mine, probably to shut me up and for being stupid, then she started moving her lips and her tongue probed a little.

She quickly sat on my lap and it became a full on passionate make-out session that I couldn't help but be into. I felt a bunch of repressed feelings rush forward in my head, reminding me of all the times she had been there for me, with the last one when she gave me a multi-million dollar airplane without even asking me what I wanted it for.

That last act alone deserved a lot more than the simple thank you I gave her and the apology for losing it, so my working hand slid up her thigh and under her dress. Viper moaned wantonly and spread her legs for me, fully understanding my intention, and I pulled her panties aside and I slipped a finger inside her very tight and soaked opening.

Her moans continued as my thumb made small circles around her covered nub and I slipped another finger inside of her. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, over and over, and I unconsciously matched my finger thrusts to it, giving her the control of how fast I moved. She took it and I fingered her as quickly as she wanted me to.

“MUUHHHHHH!” Viper screamed into my mouth and she squirted all over my hand and her thighs. There was quite a lot of it and it dripped down and soaked into my pants, the warmth setting off my own erection and that made her moan again as she felt me grow. She broke the kiss and her face was flushed red. “H-Hank, we... we should stop.”

I shook my head and pulled my hand away from her, making her moan at the loss, and I reached for the bed and pulled us over to it. She looked surprised as I formed a kind of seat under her with my arm and then easily lifted her off of me and sat her on the bed.

“How... when...” Viper asked.

I didn't answer her as I set the locks on the big wheels of the wheelchair and then pulled the securing straps off. Her eyes went wide as I used my working leg and arm to brace myself and pushed my flopping left side out of the chair and onto the bed beside her, like an octopus, and I grabbed onto the headboard with my arm and foot and pulled.

I set myself into the middle of the huge bed, dragging my limp appendages into the right positions, and then used my hand to pull off my socks and then my fingers and toes stripped off my clothes. My erection popped right up and she drooled, just like I had for her lasagne, and she crawled over to me and slipped her mouth right onto it.

Viper's mouth felt so good that I felt like blowing right away. I barely held back, even when she started having a lot of fun playing with it with her lips and tongue. She teased it and licked it, kissed it, nuzzled it, and gave me a look so full of sexiness that I couldn't hold back anymore. I blasted out and all over her face with the first shot, making her moan, and she put it back in her mouth to catch the rest of it.

After she cleaned me off with her tongue, she used her fingers to clean her own face off and licked them clean. She propped herself up just enough to throw off her pretty sundress and she wasn't wearing a bra. That was a surprise, because the perky cleavage I had admired several times had been all natural and wasn't boosted by a bra.

“You're beautiful.” I said when she was naked and she blushed.

“Hank, just because we're about to have sex, you don't have to lie about...” Viper started to say and stopped as I used my working hand to point at my still hard erection. Her eyes went to it and she caught her breath, then she let out a cute little growl and climbed onto me.

I stared into her eyes as she lined me up with her extremely wet opening and she stared right back. She didn't take that last step, though.

“Hank, I... I've always wanted this. Wanted you.” Viper admitted for the first time. “I have always respected you and your decisions, so I never once tried to do anything. Our friendship was too important to the both of us for me to ever say anything to ruin it.”

Again, I remembered all the things she had done for me. Her giving up her private special workplace for me, just confirmed it. “I know, Viper. I've been too much of a gentleman to ever try anything, even jokingly. You mean too much to me to ruin our friendship with flirting or fooling around. I didn't want to cheapen what we have for only a fling.”

Viper gave me a beautiful smile and sat down. We both moaned, because it was a bit of a fight trying to get me settled inside of her. She was so tight that it took her several minutes of wiggling around and cute little moans to finally get me wedged in and her ass rested on my thighs.

“Ohhh, I feel so full.” Viper whispered and looked down at her belly that was just slightly pushed out. She reached down and rubbed her fingers along it and let out a little laugh. She moved her hands down to my hips, then ran them up to my chest and braced herself. The look of concentration on her face, like she was trying to figure out the best way to do this, made her look really cute.

I didn't say anything or tried to move her with my working hand. She was smart enough to figure out the best way for her to pleasure herself using the snugly grip she had on my meat rod.

“Okay... I think... yeah, I got this.” Viper said and rocked her hips a little, lifted up slightly, then she pushed back down without impacting my left side and most of her weight landed on my right, letting me feel almost everything.

My eyes widened at that, because that was quite the feat. Viper grinned at my surprise and then she was off. I moaned as her grip somehow tightened down there and I used my hand to grope her perky breasts and then pretty much lost myself to the sensations. Oh boy, the sensations!

Viper stayed in control somehow and she got off several times before I reached my next peak. She didn't stop moving and let my little geyser blow out a load inside of her, giving her something she didn't realize she couldn't live without. Now that she had it, she was never letting me go.

I kissed her after she muttered that in my ear and she kept going. Since I knew she was going to exhaust herself long before I myself would be, I did my best to help her along. Tweaking her nipples, playing with her nub, and I even poked her with my little finger in her vise-like rosebud. She had another screaming orgasm after that and she was done.

I hugged her and she cuddled right in and fell asleep. I took out a wand and kept it hidden, then cast a detection spell. There was a camera in the room and it was aimed at the bed, so I couldn't do anything about it. I put the wand away and would have to wait and see what the camera was connected to. If it was the government's and not Viper's? I was not going to be happy.

I went to sleep with the thought of how I was going to bring up that I found a hidden camera in the room and not make it sound like I distrusted her.

*

Bobbie woke up in her bed alone and she didn't even look at the empty side. Everything reminded her of her mistake and she did her best to avoid them as much as possible. She took a shower and dressed in jogging pants and a t-shirt that was her staple outfit for the last two months. It was just too much effort to put on anything else, since she had no desire to leave the house any more than she had to.

She went to the kitchen and saw Vance was already up and had made breakfast for himself and his little sister. It was just toast and cereal; but, it still counted, so she gave him a smile and a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. He had really stepped up after... after the incident that was to never be talked about... and she appreciated everything he did to help her take care of Danica.

Of course, she knew that Vance didn't believe her flimsy excuse that their father had fallen ill and couldn't have visitors after her first failed attempt. She couldn't tell him or Danica the truth, though. It would hurt them too much to know that Hank had a massive stroke and couldn't even hug them with both of his arms and couldn't talk to them properly because of his slurred speech.

Bobbie had been horrified at the sight of his disfigurement and the damage he had suffered. In fact, she still had nightmares about it and it had been a month since then. The doctor's reports about him improving after he was released was couched in so many qualifiers that she knew he was lying. With no feeling on his left side, Hank was still severely crippled and couldn't walk. That was not something she wanted her kids to witness and suffer through.

Bobbie had her own bowl of cereal, some healthy stuff Hank had left there, and she grabbed her keys when it was time. The kids climbed into the car with Danica by herself in the back and Vance sat on the passenger side to her right. He had started sitting there almost right away and Bobbie didn't ask him why. His silence was a comfort she liked having so close and she didn't want to lose that.

What she didn't know was that Vance had contacted Rikki Dicker when his first girlfriend said she didn't know who he was and the old woman told him what happened, then went on to explain Hank's injury and why he wouldn't be around for a long time.

She also explained that his mother would go to prison if Hank ever woke up and tried to get custody of Danica during the inevitable divorce, because she was the only reason his mother hadn't been arrested. Vance knew he didn't count, because he was 15 already and would be of age in only a few years. He wasn't stupid, though.

Vance knew if he didn't help his mother take care of Danica and keep her happy, both kids could be sent into the system like unwanted orphans, and he would do everything he could to prevent that. If he had to be the man of the house to do that, then that was what he was going to do. It was working, too. During the last month, his mom had started kissing him every morning like she used to do with his father.

Bobbie parked the car by the middle school and turned to look at Danica. “Be safe, sweetie. Don't use your powers unless you're in danger, okay?”

“Okay, mom!” Danica said and opened the back door. “BYE VANCE!”

“See you after school, squirt.” Vance said, his voice even.

Danica stuck her tongue out at him for not reacting to her yell and she jumped out and slammed the door shut. Bobbie winced and then sighed as her daughter ran over to her friends. She didn't say anything, because it didn't matter to Danica how many times she told her not to do that. It was like talking to a brick wall... and she didn't see the irony that her daughter was just like her.

Bobbie pulled back out into traffic and drove a few streets over to the high school, the traffic cooperating for once, and she slipped into a parking spot a few spaces away from where the students were gathering to go inside.

“Have a great day, honey.” Bobbie said and gave him a warm smile.

Vance turned his head at the nickname she had only used for Hank and saw that smile. It made his heart beat a little faster and his mind raced as he realized his plan had worked even better than he thought. He really had become the man of the house if she accepted him like that, so he had to take full responsibility for it.

“Yes, dear.” Vance said and leaned in to kiss her properly. Brief kisses were no longer good enough, because a man should kiss a woman like he meant it. One of his hands cupped the side of her face as he gave her his best kiss, as inexperienced as it was, and Bobbie let out a little moan and her own hand slid into his short black hair and held him close as she kissed him back.

Vance learned quickly and gave as good as he got, his tongue matching hers, and the kiss went on for a lot longer than it should have. He wasn't going to complain about it, not with how her breasts pressed against his own chest. She hadn't worn a bra in weeks and his free hand slipped up her side and fondled her breast, making Bobbie moan loudly.

The bell rang and Vance broke the kiss, even though he really wanted to keep going. He reluctantly let her breast go and Bobbie let out a slight whimper, which made him smile widely for the first time in months. Bobbie gasped at seeing how happy he was and Vance had to hold back his laugh at the shock on her face.

Vance picked up his backpack and opened the car door, then turned back to give the still stunned Bobbie another deep kiss. He stepped out, gave her a casual wave, and closed the door properly.

Bobbie stared at him as he walked away and put a hand over her mouth. “Wh-what... what... what just happened? How? Why?” She asked herself and sat there for several minutes as she went over everything she did and didn't do over the last two months.

A horn blowing behind the car knocked her out of her thoughts and she waved as she drove off down the street, her mind going in circles as she desperately searched for where she had ever given Vance the impression he could do something like that. She also tried to ignore that it had turned out to be a fantastic kiss and that her nipples were rock hard and her breasts were kind of aching to be gripped like that again.

“I am definitely going to have to give him a stern talking to later about this.” Bobbie told herself and drove home to an empty house. She went inside and ignored the small wet spot on her pants and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the refrigerator, diet of course, and plunked herself down onto the couch and watched television.

The day usually passed for her fairly quickly when she did the chores and she would get to them as soon as her craving faded. She ate the ice cream absently and stared at the television screen without really seeing it.

When the ice cream was gone, she let out a sigh at the bloated feeling she had and tossed the empty container into the garbage. She went to the laundry room and came to a stop as she stared at the already done laundry. The little note on top was from Vance and he apologized that he didn't know how to fold things.

“Oh... oh, Vance.” Bobbie whispered and her hand reached for her breast to grope it. “My sweet boy.”

She leaned against the wall and played with her nipple for a few moments, flicking it and pinching it. She stopped herself before she went too far, or at least she thought she did, then she looked down at the growing wet spot and her other hand quickly dug into her pants and she started rubbing herself. An orgasm hit her pretty quickly and she groaned at a release she hadn't had in a while.

“Oh, damn.” Bobbie said and sighed at the state of her clothes. She stripped off and tossed them into the washer, picked up the laundry basket, and went to her bedroom. The basked was dropped onto the bed and she went into the bathroom to have another shower, and maybe she could spend a few extra minutes cleaning herself a bit more vigorously than she usually did.