Shifting Perspectives

They enjoyed their breakfast in the small breakfast nook overlooking the gardens, covered in a dusting of snow as it was. Then it was off to the airport for a private jet flight to Glasgow and another super comfy limo ride with Aiko holding his hand.

It wasn’t like he was nervous, but he held her hand to help her stay calm.

Okay, that was a complete lie.

Kyle faced the fact that he was meeting someone who claimed to know his father, and there seemed to be very few of them. He was nervous, and he was grateful for Aiko’s presence and for the Dunsfields’ support.

He suddenly thought he should let them know. He cleared his tight throat, and the two seniors smiled at him.

“I-I just wanted you both to know how grateful I am for all this. You’ve gone above and beyond, and it means so much to me,” he said. “I may not get any useful information from him. He may not have even known my father, so I’m trying not to get my hopes up. Regardless of what happens, thank you!”

Reginald leaned forward. “We’ll keep our fingers crossed for you, Kyle. We hope you get some answers to the questions you’ve been carrying all your life. That you turned out so well, even when faced with these struggles, is a testimony not only to the quality of your mother’s parenting but to your own strength of character.”

Kyle felt his throat tightening once more, so he nodded his thanks with a shaky smile and looked out the window to get control over his emotions once more. Aiko’s hand in his continued to soothe his nerves.

Before he was really ready, the limo pulled into the parking lot of a large stone edifice. Kyle examined the building, thinking it looked rather cold and forbidding until he looked up. The upper levels were topped by a steep-sided roof with a steeple. It was a church! Or at least it once had been.

As they reached the front doors and stepped from the vehicle, Kyle looked down the length of the building and saw there’d been an extension added to the church. This part was more modern and likely housed the resident’s quarters as there were nice-sized windows all down the side of the building.

Reginald led their group inside and stopped to speak with a nun sitting behind the reception desk. She smiled up at the old gentleman and nodded happily. She gestured for another nun to come closer and whispered into her ear. This nun was a little younger, but she nodded to the first and walked over to stand before Kyle.

“Hello, I’m Sister Agnes. You are Kyle MacDenny?” she asked politely.

He nodded, and she gave him a gentle smile. “Father O’Kean has been looking forward to speaking with you. Would you follow me, please?”

“What about my friends?” Kyle said.

“The Father has asked to have a private discussion with you. Your friends can wait here for you,” she replied.

Kyle looked at Reginald and Francis, but they just smiled, and the older woman took Aiko’s hand. “We’ll be fine, Kyle. Go on,” Reginald said.

He nodded, then turned to follow Sister Agnes.

“How-how is he?” Kyle asked as they walked down a long corridor towards the extension he’d seen earlier.

She smiled back at him. “He’s got a strong will and a sharp mind, but his body weakens every day. He’s not a young man anymore.”

Kyle nodded to himself as they turned a corner and stopped at the third doorway on the right. “Let me just prepare him for you.”

“Thank you,” Kyle said and waited in the hall. He did his best to steady his breathing, but was startled when the nun popped back into the hallway.

“Apologies. You can go in now. Please try not to get him excited,” she asked.

Kyle nodded, then pushed the door open as he stepped inside. The room was dominated by a hospital bed with knit blankets on it. Seated by the window, enjoying the sun on his face, was a man who looked more like a gargoyle than a man. His shock of white hair was a wild mane atop a face that was lined with deep wrinkles. He’d obviously been a much larger man, but age and disease had shrunk him down into a human scale.

What Kyle noticed most were his eyes. Deep-set and piercing, they gazed into his very soul.

“You’re Duncan’s boy.” It wasn’t a question. There was certainty in his words.

The man spoke with a wispy breath like he barely had the air to converse, but he forced himself to, just the same.

“I’m Kyle MacDenny. You’re Father Cormag O’Kean?”

“I am,” the man continued to look at him.

Kyle gestured to the other chair before the window, and the priest nodded, so Kyle sat. “My father never mentioned you, but he told us nothing of his past, so that means nothing.”

“Do you hate him?”

The question caught Kyle by surprise, and his immediate response was an involuntary snarl. He forced it from his lips and took a breath.

“My father was in and out of my life, but mostly out. I don’t understand how he could have done that to us, to my mother especially. He hurt her so much, and she deserved none of it.”

The priest’s eyes sharpened. “Hurt her? Physically?”

Kyle stared at the man. “What?”

“Did you see the monster in him? Did he turn it on you?” the man asked intensely.

Kyle’s temper frayed. “Yes, we saw the monster. The cold, inhuman, emotionless drone pretending to be human. Not only have I seen it, he infected me with it!”

The priest frowned at Kyle in confusion.

“I can be equally cold and dispassionate. He taught me that!” Kyle snapped.

“Nay lad, that’s not his monster,” O’Kean sighed and relaxed.

“What do you mean?”

“To explain, I have to first tell you about your grandpa, Cawley MacDenny,” the priest sighed, and Kyle saw an expression of pain cross his features. Guilt as well. Intense guilt. Curious.

“When I was a much younger man, I led a small congregation in a church in Dunderin, a small community north of Glasgow. Your grandmother attended services with her son, your father, when he was a small lad, but I rarely saw her husband. Cawley MacDenny was more bear than man. Huge and mean. He spent more time inside the pub than anyplace else. He’d been a miner until he was caught in a cave in and injured his foot. I heard it pained him every day.

When your grandmum stopped coming to services, I popped by her house and saw the bruises. Cawley left his mark on her… and your dad. By the time I discovered this, it had been going on for years, and she was too fearful to stand up to the man. She begged me not to interfere, but I’d given my promise to God to protect my flock, and there was a beast in our midst.

I went looking for Cawley, but the drunks in the pub said he’d gone hunting. So, I waited for him outside his home. I wasn’t sure what I would do, but I was much more of an idealist back then. I believed I could get through to the man inside that monster, convince him to end his evil ways. I was too weak to remain vigilant and fell asleep. I woke when I heard the screams. He’d come home and was beating your grandmum once more. I was rushing to the front door when I heard a terrible boom.

When I entered the home, your dad stood over his father’s body, a shotgun in his hand. He wasn’t more than twelve years old and covered in bruises, cuts, and blood, but he’d taken Cawley’s head clean off with the weapon. Your grandmum was lying on the floor, crying and nursing an arm bent in a way it wasn’t meant to bend, but your dad’s face was completely calm and lacked any emotion at all. I gently took the gun from his hand, and he collapsed.”

Father O’Kean was watching Kyle’s face and saw him twitch when he mentioned his dad’s behavior. He frowned, but continued.

“I spoke with your grandmum, and she agreed I could speak for them. I got them to the hospital and told the police Cawley dropped his gun, and it accidentally went off, killing him. The police knew the man and readily accepted the story. They also didn’t want to deal with a domestic abuse case as it wasn’t an enlightened time.” He saw Kyle’s jaw muscles jumping, so he moved on with his story.

“Your grandmum and your dad never came back to the church. I went to see them until she asked me to stay away. The memories of that night tormented her, and she said I was too much of a reminder. She was still trapped by Cawley’s spell, but I wouldn’t give up on your dad. I spoke with him when I could, but he disappeared after his mum died when he turned sixteen. I learned he’d gone overseas, and I knew I’d never hear from him again.” The priest sighed and saw Kyle was still paying attention.

“I was surprised to find him on my doorstep over a decade later. He’d grown up, and I saw a wedding band on his hand. He admitted to marrying a woman as loving as his mum but stronger, and he also had a son. He was terrified of becoming his father. He confessed to me he could feel the darkness within him, an unthinking violence. He controlled it the only way he knew how, by burying his emotions deep inside, as he’d done that night. He asked me if there was a way to exorcise this influence from him, and as much as I wanted to help him, I knew enough to say it was a therapist he needed, not a priest. He told me about you, only an infant at that time. I begged him to speak to a specialist, but he left making no promises.” O’Kean shifted in his chair as he kept an eye on his audience. Kyle watched the man, his face twitching from time to time.

“It was a couple of years later that he showed up on my doorstep once more. He confessed he was still possessed by the darkness inside him and was taking contracts to be on the road to keep you and your mother safe. He hated what his father had done to his mother and him. He didn’t understand what made him feel those violent urges, but he knew he would never allow himself to do to you what his father had done to him.”

“WHY DIDN’T HE TELL US?” Kyle finally snapped.

Old eyes looked deeply into Kyle’s. “Tell the ones he loved that something inside him wanted to do terrible violence to them? Or that he blew his own father’s head off? Why do you think he’d be ashamed of that?” O’Kean snapped back. “The monster you spoke of earlier, that cold, emotionless state? That wasn’t his monster! It was his way of protecting you from the real threat!”

Kyle was rocked back by that confession. He suddenly saw his childhood in a new light, and subtle hints surfaced with new meanings. Looks and gestures his father made shortly before announcing he was going back in the road in that cold, emotionless way, and it… fit.

“Why didn’t he get help?” Kyle mumbled.

O’Kean sagged in his chair. “I don’t know. I tried to convince him he needed to speak to a professional, but he just kept returning to me. The last time he did, he said he was going to Japan and let me know he wouldn’t be back. He didn’t tell me why. He thanked me for my help, but I just felt empty for how I failed him and his mother.” The priest went silent for a moment as he recalled the sad woman’s face.

“You didn’t.”

The old priest looked at Kyle in surprise. The younger man still looked angry, but there was compassion in his eyes.

Kyle flashed back to his confrontation with Dr. Hansey during the Christmas Party dinner. The doctor insisted there were always options, but Kyle knew the doctor’s oath restricted his actions. Priests would be the same.

“Were you ready to kill my grandfather to protect them?” Kyle asked and saw the answer in the priest’s eyes. “Of course not, but my father could and did. That was a terrible burden for a child, but as you said, domestic abuse cases went unsupported, and this was the only definitive way to deal with it. As for the aftermath, you did your best for them, but it was up to them to accept your help. That was on them.”

A tear followed the wrinkles down the old man’s cheek.

“My father was taking care of the child of a friend he made in Japan. Aiko was the daughter of this man, and she told me my dad never showed her any sign of this lack of emotions, nor was he violent with them. With her, he was the man I wish I could have known.”

O’Kean wiped a shaky hand across his face to dry his tears. “Maybe… maybe there was enough of a difference to separate her from his memories.”

“He was good to her.” Kyle paused. “He did his best for her. Then he wrote a letter asking me to take care of her.”

The old priest was watching Kyle. “And did you?”

Kyle nodded. “She’s in the waiting room. She wanted to leave Japan as she’s had a hard life there since my dad passed away.”

“So, he is dead. I thought he might be,” O’Kean said softly.

Kyle looked at him in surprise, but then realized he wouldn’t have known. “Yes, he was in an accident on the job, and it poisoned him and killed Aiko’s father. He came to say goodbye to us, to pay his debts. Then he went back to Japan for her, paying the debt he owed his friend who tried to save him in the accident. That’s likely when he saw you. He died shortly after that. Aiko was basically alone for seven years.”

“His last visit to me, he was paying what he thought was his debt to me, I suppose,” the priest said softly.

Kyle’s mind went back to racing through every conversation he had with his father. Every word and gesture was now filled with subtle meaning. He put his head in his hands and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Have you ever felt this need to be violent against the innocent?”

The question was so quiet, and his head was so noisy, he almost missed it. “What–NO! I’ve never felt that way!” Kyle growled as he pulled back to stare at him.

“So, it worked,” O’Kean said softly.

Kyle frowned. “What did?”

Old eyes returned to his. “Your father believed your mother was the perfect parent for you. She would give you the guidance he couldn’t, but he was afraid his darkness would infect you, so he tried to stay away when his control weakened. If you don’t have these urges to be violent, then he was successful.”

“I can be violent. I can be brutal, but I don’t feel anything while I do it! That came from him! I witnessed him behave this way too,” Kyle insisted.

“Have you ever felt the urge to use it cruelly? To attack the weak and innocent?” O’Kean asked.

Kyle was silent for a bit, then answered. “Never.”

“Then it worked.”

Kyle wanted to deny his father had done anything good with his abandonment. It still hurt so much! How he treated his mother… Kyle would never forgive him for that.

“I can see the hate in your eyes, boy.”

Kyle glanced over at the old man. “He said in his letter to me that I should hate him, that it was easier.”

“But it’s not right.”

Kyle’s lips pulled back in a snarl, but it died immediately. He could hear his mother’s voice telling him to grow up. He sucked in a breath to calm himself and shook his head. It still wasn’t fair.

“She did a wonderful job raising you. I can see that.”

Kyle glanced at the priest wearily and nodded. “She was the best.” He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the flask Reginald insisted he bring. He undid the cap and lifted it to his lips, taking a mouthful of that amazing scotch. He let it run over his tongue and swallowed it slowly, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. His nerves relaxed, and he took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes, he could see the priest’s eyes were on the flask. The man licked his lips.

Kyle leaned forward, holding the flask out to him. “I suppose they don’t allow such things in here.”

O’Kean grinned as he took the silver container in hand and lifted it to his nose. His bushy eyebrows rose as he caught the scent. With another glance at Kyle, he put it to his lips and took a small mouthful.

His eyes closed with pleasure as the smooth beverage glided down his throat into his stomach.

“I’ve been touched by angels. This is the Lord’s work right here in this small flask. I’ve never tasted better, and I never thought I ever would. Thank you, Kyle,” Father O’Kean said reverently. He went to hand it back, but Kyle just shook his head.

“Thank you for speaking to me about my father. I don’t know if I’ll ever accept what he did, but at least I now know his reason for it… and I think I can learn to live with that.” He looked down at his hands. “I-I guess I don’t need to be terrified that I’m going to become cold and emotionless like he was. The numb state I feel only comes over me when I’m in danger or protecting someone I care about. My father did this too, but I now know it isn’t the darkness he faced. Knowing that makes it easier to accept.”

Father O’Kean enjoyed the last swallow from the flask and handed it back to Kyle. His smile was peaceful and relaxed. “Thank you, Kyle, for letting me speak to you and relieve a burden that’s been on my heart since that terrible night. It’s been troubling me for years, but now I can see a future filled with hope for you… and Aiko.” He grinned at Kyle’s surprised look.

“Oh, please. I’ve been a priest for decades. I know love when I see it.”

Kyle tucked the flask back into his pocket, then smiled gently at the man. “Perhaps that’s the scotch speaking.”

O’Kean laughed, and it was a happy, comfortable sound. “It was excellent scotch, but I think I’m right.”

Kyle stood and shook the man’s hand. Whatever disease he was dealing with was slowly consuming him, and there was almost nothing left. “I hope you aren’t suffering.”

The old man smiled at Kyle. “Not anymore. My soul feels free at last.”

Kyle nodded and left the room as the priest turned to the sunlight with a look of serenity on his face.

He walked back to the lobby and saw his friends waiting for him. Aiko stood immediately and rushed to him. He took her face between his hands and kissed her softly. She sighed and smiled at him.

“You had a good talk with the priest?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Reginald and Francis joined them with smiles on their faces, and Kyle nodded to them. “Father O’Kean was very helpful. I’m so glad I got to speak with him. He knew my father growing up and had some significant answers. There are still some unanswered questions that I’ll just have to live with because only my father knew the answers, but… I’m good.”

“We’re so happy to hear that, Kyle!” Francis beamed.

Releasing Aiko, he placed a hand on their arms as he looked into their eyes with a serious expression. “This wouldn’t have happened without your help. If there’s anything I can do to repay your generosity and support, please let me know. I only wish my Mom could have met you two.”

Francis had tears in her eyes when she pulled Kyle into a hug.

“Silly boy. Of course, we wanted to help you,” she said against his collar.

Reginald patted Kyle on the arm. “Did you find out where your father lived? Would you like to see it?”

Kyle smiled at the man as Francis released him to stand back. “He mentioned it, but it sounded like my father wouldn’t have had many fond memories of the place and left as soon as he could. I have no connection to it, so I don’t feel compelled to see it now. If you don’t mind, I’m feeling a little worn out. Can we just go home? I-I meant to your place?”

Reginald nodded. “We have no objections to you calling it home.”

Kyle’s emotions were too close to the surface as he felt a surge of love for this couple and blinked the tears from his eyes. He rubbed his face with his hands, wiping his eyes dry. “No fair… saying stuff like that when I’m this emotional.” Francis and Reginald watched him fondly.

Aiko took his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. They nodded to the nun at the reception desk as they walked from the building and climbed back into the limo.

They drove back to the airport, flew to the small airstrip outside London, then went back to the Dunsfield estate.

As they sank into the comfortable cushions on the sofas in Reginald’s study, Kyle handed the empty flask to the man. “Thank you for this. Father O’Kean was very grateful as well. He said it was the best he’d had and mentioned something about being touched by angels.”

Reginald chuckled and carried it over to the small bar. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” Kyle said with a small smile.

“What are your plans now?” Francis asked as her husband joined her. She took his hand, and a smile passed between them.

Kyle gazed at the couple, saw the strength of their love, and experienced a sudden epiphany.

He realized what was missing in his life, a partnership with another soul.

His quest for joy was doomed to failure since he was missing half of… what he could be.

In his relationship with Gwen, he’d been running from his father’s influence, so he allowed himself to give in to her demands. He’d let her take almost everything, then she rejected him.

When he broke away from her, he’d been so badly burned, he’d subconsciously rejected the idea of sharing himself at all and isolated his heart. It was safer, as he was a work in progress, and he couldn’t inflict his father’s behavior on anyone else.

But now, he knew he wouldn’t become like his father. He had to get over his fear of sharing, or he’d never complete his mission to find joy.

“Kyle, are you all right?” Francis asked with concern as she watched the emotions passing on Kyle’s face. His smile had faded as he looked inward.

He returned to the present and looked up once more at the couple before him, but now, his path was clearly laid out. He knew how to find his joy. A smile returned to his face.

“Yes, I think I finally am,” he said.

He turned his face to look into the loving eyes of the beauty sitting at his side. He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. He heard her take in a sudden breath as his lips touched her soft skin.

When he turned his body to slip off the edge of the couch to face her directly on one knee, her eyes widened, and her body trembled.

“I no longer have to fear becoming my father. I know now, I never will thanks to the efforts of both of my parents, as painful as that sometimes was.” He took a deep breath.

“Aiko, I know it’s only been a short time since we met, but I believe you’re the missing part of my heart that I’ve been searching for. My quest for joy would never have succeeded without first finding a soul to share my life with. Reginald and Francis have been a glowing example right in front of me, but only now can I see the answer! I’m sorry I didn’t come prepared with a ring, but would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Aiko’s eyes were glassy with tears, and her voice was failing her, so all she managed was a squeak, but she nodded rapidly. She dropped to her knees as she threw her arms around Kyle and kissed him, happy tears running down her cheeks.

Kyle felt his heart filling with love for the woman in his arms. He felt complete for the first time in his life and knew this was the first step on his path to joy.

When he stood and helped Aiko to her feet, they suddenly found themselves in the embrace of Francis and Reginald.

“Well done, my boy! We knew you’d find your way!” the older man said with pride.

Kyle laughed shakily as he held Aiko to him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been this happy. He suddenly thought of his mother and could feel her joy as well. He knew all she ever wanted for him was to be happy.

And he truly was.

Chapter 22

The old motorcycle throbbed with unleashed power as Kyle cruised down the Pacific Coast Highway towards Santa Barbara. He was four days into his journey from Vancouver, BC.

Sitting behind him was his wife, Aiko Okamoto-MacDenny. He felt her arms lovingly wrapped around his waist as she watched the scenery.

It was a hot, late August afternoon, so wearing leathers wasn’t the most comfortable idea, but it was safe, and he’d vowed to protect this woman.

So much had happened in the past seven months.

Back in January, the Dunsfields had insisted they get married on the estate grounds. Kyle and Aiko said a church wedding wasn’t for them, and Reginald suggested hosting it in their home. He had a judge friend who would perform the ceremony, then they’d have a grand party afterward.

Helen and Skye were both back in town to attend it. Byron was in much better spirits seeing Kyle marrying anyone other than his mum.

Fiona popped over from France to join the festivities. She was thrilled for them.

Louise and Stephen cut short their vacation and flew back to London to attend as well. If it hadn’t been for them, Kyle never would have made it to Japan. Aiko gave them many hugs for their role in her rescue.

After the party, the couple received another surprise from their hosts, a honeymoon in Honolulu, Hawaii.

They spent two weeks at an all-inclusive, soaking in the sunlight, enjoying the good food, and exploring the tropical paradise. They’d also discovered each other in very intimate ways. While Aiko was a complete novice, she was a very eager student and wanted to try everything.

All the skills Gwen taught Kyle finally had a true purpose. He dedicated himself to giving his wife as much pleasure as he could. Aiko was overjoyed to learn there were so many ways to feel so ecstatically happy!

After their honeymoon, they flew to Vancouver, where Kyle cashed in the shares from his very successful Abu Dhabi stock purchase. His instincts had been correct, and the thirty thousand he’d invested had quadrupled in the initial feeding frenzy. Selling these shares and investing the money into a second project the Abu Dhabi company announced took advantage of the second surge. This boosted his investment to just over six hundred thousand when he finally sold. He used this, and another four hundred thousand liquidated from his portfolio to purchase a lovely property with a fixer-upper home in a small town north of Vancouver. The view of the water far below, and the islands beyond, was breathtaking. The house was livable, but they would need to put in some serious sweat equity to make it a home. There was also a small business area down the mountain where they could set up a repair shop if that’s what Aiko decided she wanted to do.

Aiko applied for Permanent Residence while Kyle began the process of sponsoring his new bride to become a Canadian citizen. There were so many forms to submit, and the process was not a quick one. Aiko eventually got her PR card, but Kyle expected to wait for more than a year before the application was accepted.

As they worked on their new home, they kept in touch with Reginald and Francis by email and online video calls, as this was cheaper than long-distance calls. They showed them their latest repairs and updates and kept them up to date with the progress of their lives as a couple. This made the older couple very happy.

In late spring, Kyle and Aiko flew to Montreal to prepare the motorcycle for the journey back to their new home. They made a brief stop to speak to Juliette Belanger but discovered she’d moved away with no forwarding address. Kyle would just have to accept he’d been a dink to her and pay it forward.

They took their time riding west and kept north of the border to travel through six Canadian provinces on the way. Aiko was amazed by the size of the country, but they both agreed some sections were really long and tedious to drive through.

They were both happy to get back to their home on the mountainside, even knowing they had more renovation work ahead.

Kyle contacted Charlize and Chloe and arranged to visit them at the end of the summer. When the time finally arrived, they packed up the Harley and headed south.

On their fourth day of riding, they pulled off the highway at Pismo Beach to grab some lunch and stretch their legs. They drove down to the waterfront and parked next to a restaurant with a rooftop patio.

As they relaxed at their table under a patio umbrella, Kyle admired how at ease Aiko seemed. She’d stripped off her leather jacket and wore only a loose-fitting t-shirt over her sexy black bra. This exposed her arms, her neck, and the top portion of her chest, displaying her distinct skin tones for all to see.

She was no longer waifish thin with her improved diet and the fitness routine she and Kyle faithfully did each morning. Her muscles were firm and toned, but her breasts had gone up a size or two, as had her ass. Kyle explained to her that this was just her genes at work with a proper calorie intake. Her concerns gradually faded as he continued to demonstrate to her how much he appreciated these delightful features. Kyle was pleased to see her becoming more comfortable with herself.

“You are staring at me again.”

Kyle chuckled. “Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous.”

Aiko grinned happily and reached over to take his hand.

“Are you happy, wife?” he asked.

Her grin widened at the words from the game they played. “I am… a happy wife. Are you happy, husband?”

“I am… a happy husband.”

“I’m happy to hear that! Can I start you two lovebirds off with a drink?” the waitress said as she stood next to their table.

Kyle smiled at the young woman and nodded. “I’ll have water with lemon, please.”

“The same,” Aiko added with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Two glasses of water with lemon, coming right up.”

Aiko caught Kyle’s eye once more. “Are you sure not telling Charlize and Chloe about our marriage was a good idea?”

Kyle just smiled and nodded. He recalled the excitement in their voices when he spoke with them last night. He’d let them know he’d be at their place mid-afternoon.

The waitress returned, and they ordered salad bowls.

Aiko was eager to get back on the road to meet his friends, so she ate quickly and nudged Kyle to hurry. He finally gave in with a grin and paid the bill so they could get going.

The drive to Santa Barbara was quick, and Kyle wove the Harley through the city streets into the winding roads leading up to the hills. Charlize and Chloe had sold their homes and pooled their money to buy a larger one further up the hill from where they used to live.

Spotting the address, they pulled up the curving driveway next to a lovely ranch-style home. It was surrounded by flowering bushes, which gave them excellent privacy.

The rumble of his bike obviously notified the ladies inside the home that their guest had arrived as they rushed outside.

Kyle watched them quickly slow and stare at the tall passenger clinging to him.

Aiko climbed off first and waited for Kyle to turn off the Harley and pull off his helmet first.

He saw happiness flash across Charlize and Chloe’s faces, but their eyes quickly returned to his passenger, who was just now removing her helmet. They could tell by her tight leathers that the passenger was female and a large chested one at that.

As the helmet came off, Aiko’s large head of hair fluffed out, and their eyes widened as they saw her beautiful and dramatic skin tones. Aiko looked at the stunned women with a shy smile.

Kyle stepped forward. “Charlize, Chloe, please let me introduce to you Aiko Okamoto-MacDenny,” he said with a smile.

Their eyes snapped back to his face with stunned looks. “MacDenny?” Charlize asked quietly.

This was the signal for Aiko to approach. Kyle let her know how to greet them the night before. She stepped very close to face them and gave them a sweet smile. Their eyes locked on her and widened slightly as they saw her strikingly pale blue eyes, both surrounded by light pink skin.

“Kyle told me so much about you two. He said you were loving and very special friends who shared with him many special things.” She glanced down as she took the leather jacket’s zipper in her fingers to drag it downward. Her eyes returned to their faces as her tits strained to push the jacket open, the zipper continuing down. Chloe licked her lips nervously as her eyes were locked on the slick skin slowly being exposed.

“I hope you might consider including me when you reunite with him,” Aiko said with a seductive bite of her lower lip. Her confidence was strengthening as she saw their definite interest and the smiles blossoming on their faces.

“Holy fuck! You’re as sexy as Kyle!” Charlize gushed with a grin.

“Sexier,” he insisted. He took Charlize’s face between his hands and kissed her deeply, and she moaned into his mouth as her body ground against his. He heard Chloe moaning as well and glanced over to see Aiko kissing the woman as she squeezed Chloe’s ass in her strong hands. He’d hinted to her that Chloe enjoyed that.

When they switched partners, it was Kyle’s turn to squeeze Chloe’s ass, and she trembled against him. “Is this ass still mine?” he said huskily into her ear.

“Yes! It’s yours!” she panted, then his mouth was on hers, and she was lost in the passion.

Aiko was enjoying Charlize’s hands on her ass. “We are going to have so much fun!” the shorter woman said to her. Aiko giggled happily, then kissed the beauty before her.

Pulling back from Aiko’s sweet lips, Charlize gave herself a little shake. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, perhaps you’d like to come inside, freshen up, and get comfortable after your long road trip.”

Chloe was panting with need, but she stepped back and grinned at Kyle excitedly.

He grabbed the saddlebags from the motorcycle and followed them inside their new home. It was open and airy, with enormous windows looking west over Santa Barbara and the Channel Islands beyond. He looked around. “Your new home is gorgeous!” he sighed. “This is a lot of home!”

Charlize grinned. “We got it for a steal since the previous owner was one of my clients. His wife was a gold-digger, a cheat, and had a terrible hot temper. While we were camping, Chloe and I spotted her fucking her lover on a hiking trail, so we took pictures of them. He filed for divorce after we gave him the evidence. He had to file a restraining order to keep her away from him. She broke into the house to get to him, but he was away, so she trashed the place. He sold it to us as-is and reduced the price as much as he could.”

“We have friends who do renovations, so we made it our own!” Chloe said excitedly, her Australian accent flaring in her excitement.

Charlize nodded. “Compared to our last place, there’s a lot more space in every room and an extra-large walk-in shower in the master!” She grinned at Kyle, hoping he’d remember.

Kyle chuckled at that as he did recall sharing Chloe’s ridiculously tiny shower with them. He shared a look with Aiko, then headed toward the master bedroom. Aiko followed with the ladies coming after them with grins on their faces. Kyle undressed Aiko as she undid his clothes. Soon they were standing naked before their hosts. Kyle raised an eyebrow. “What, you’re not going to demonstrate this walk-in shower?”

Chloe burst into giggles as Charlize pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and Aiko’s eyes immediately widened excitedly as she saw the woman’s pierced nipples.

Chloe pulled her top off, but her breasts were contained by her silky bra. The two women quickly stripped down and guided their guests into the master bathroom. Kyle nodded with an impressed expression.

“Really nice work here!” he said and received smiles from the couple.

Charlize stepped into the huge shower stall and got the water going. Aiko slipped up behind her to slide her hands around her torso.

She cupped the shorter woman’s modest breasts in her hands and gently toyed with the small barbells running through Charlize’s nipples.

“I was thinking of having my nipples pierced,” Aiko said as she nibbled on Charlize’s ear, sending sparks through the woman’s body.

Charlize was squirming back against Aiko’s body as the taller woman experimented with gentle tugs and squeezes. “Oh fuck!” Charlize finally gasped and turned to passionately kiss Aiko.

Chloe was pressed against the wall as Kyle knelt behind her, fucking her pussy and ass with his tongue. She was constantly gasping and squirming. He slid two fingers into her pussy, his tongue driving her mad as it teased her asshole.

He suddenly stood and slapped her wet lips with the head of his stiff cock.

“Oh! Oh yes, Kyle!” she panted.

He pushed forward and felt Chloe’s pussy open for him. He slid all the way to the base in one stroke.

“So good!” the Aussie purred.

He gave her a dozen more strokes before he drew himself out. Chloe gasped and looked over her shoulder. She could see Aiko holding Charlize to her chest, her left hand behind her back, sliding between Charlize’s ass cheeks and one of her large breasts pressed against the woman’s mouth. The beauty’s other hand was reaching between Kyle and Chloe to guide the head of his cock to Chloe’s asshole.

“Uh! Uh, yes! Please, Kyle!” Chloe begged as she felt the thick head of his cock press hard against her tight ring.

Then he was inside her hot channel, sliding deep once more. Chloe’s eyes rolled back in bliss. It had been far too long since she’d last felt him filling her ass with his hot cock. It was… heaven!

Aiko’s free hand moved to rub circles over Chloe’s clit. The woman gasped and thrust back against Kyle, driving him deeper still.

Charlize was grinding herself against Aiko as the woman’s hand teased her pussy and ass. She was getting close! She pulled back from teasing Aiko’s nipple, and the woman kissed her deeply. Charlize moaned into the kiss as her release suddenly crashed over her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Kyle! Coming!” Chloe cried out as Kyle hammered her ass brutally with each thrust. He was taking her roughly, just as she wanted it. Her eyes were rolling up as the sensations exploded within her.

Kyle felt Chloe’s ass squeezing him rhythmically, so he knew she’d reached her orgasm. He eased off on the intensity and allowed her to drift back to reality. He looked over to see the heat in Aiko’s eyes and knew she was desperate for a release of her own.

Gently slipping his hard cock from Chloe’s ass, he gently guided her over to the built-in bench and eased her down on it. She clung to his arm for a bit as the cold tile bench against her reddened ass set her off again. Charlize eased past him with a grin on her face to open one of the cabinets.

He returned to Aiko under the spray. Leaning her upper body against him, she slipped her tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply as her soapy hands gripped his cock, stroking his hardness until he was squeaky clean.

Charlize returned with a tub of lube. She scooped out a generous portion and stroked it on Kyle’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he sighed.

“Kyle, I need it!” Aiko begged, and he smiled at her urgent tone. He moved to stand before Aiko, and she lifted one leg to hook it around Kyle’s hip. She used a hand to guide him to her entrance, and he thrust himself inside. The lube Charlize added, and Aiko’s own excitement let him reach the bottom easily.

“YES! Kyle!” Aiko cried out and clung to him. He used his hips to set up a steady stroke.

Charlize was at their side, and Kyle leaned over to kiss her as his body slapped against Aiko’s. He felt his wife’s leg begin to tremble, so he pulled out and turned her to face away before he lined himself up and drove his cock deep inside her from behind.

“AAAaaahhh! Kyle! Yes!” she cried out.

Charlize moved to stand before her, and Aiko wrapped her arms around her as she took one of Charlize’s nipples into her mouth. Her tongue played with the piercing between gasps as Kyle’s pace increased. Soon, all she could do was cling to the woman as Kyle slammed himself into her again and again.

“I’m going to come, Aiko,” he warned her.

“Me too!” she squeaked, and violent tremors rocked through her body. Kyle held her tight against himself as he filled her depths with his cum.

When Aiko’s legs could support her again, Kyle eased himself from her, and she turned to face him. He took her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her.