Red River Blue

Chapter 68

"What in hell?," Deanna cursed, jumping up from her seat at the kitchen table. Aiden and Reg were awake and eating breakfast with her. Since Spencer hadn't come down yet, she assumed her son was still sleeping. Upstairs in his room. She wasn't expecting the man to come flying in through the kitchen door like a bat straight out of hell.

"Is something wrong?," Reg asked. The man was also up and out of his seat, looking out the window for signs of danger. Deanna took a better look at her son. He was only dressed in a pair of jeans. His shirt, socks, and shoes were missing. And when he turned, she could see there were long angry red scratch marks all up and down his back.

"Nothin's wrong," Spencer announced. He headed for the stove like it was any other morning and started dishing himself up a heaping plate of food. Deanna was staring at her son, trying to make some sense of his odd behavior. But Aiden was quicker than she was.

"You fucked her didn't you!?," Aiden asked, jumping up from his seat to inspect his brother's back. "Holy shit! Your back is all tore up!" Aiden was laughing as Spencer tried to crane his head and get a look at whatever his brother was laughing about. "It was her wasn't it?," Aiden asked, "That hot ass blonde with the big tits!"

Spencer shrugged, trying to fight off his own laughter. Aiden was so wound up, you would think he was the person that got laid and not his brother. Spencer plopped down at the table and started eating. He was starving. He asked Aiden to get him some coffee, a task which his brother would normally not lower himself to do. But Aiden was so eager to hear the details of Spencer's conquest that he poured him a cup and plunked it down on the table near his plate without complaint.

"What blonde?," Deanna asked, still trying to figure out what in the fresh new hell was going on now. She relaxed slightly, since it was clear that her son was not in any immediate danger. Reg returned to the table, sliding back into his seat.

"THE HOT ONE," Aiden informed her, speaking to his mother like she was a blind moron to not know exactly who he was talking about. Did she see a parade of hot blondes with big titties pull into town? No. There was only the one.

Deanna racked her brain, trying to remember any blonde women that she welcomed into town. The only women with blonde hair were the two teenage girls. Beth, the quiet one that said she liked to sing. And Harley, the rude one that cursed at Deanna during her welcome interview. But both of them were high school age. She was certain it couldn't be either of them that her sons were talking about.

"Who are you talking about?," Deanna asked again, looking at Aiden. Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Spencer. "What the hell have you been doing?"

"Getting LAID!," Aiden quipped, laughing hard. Reg barked out a laugh and tried to turn it into a cough.

"Who?," Deanna asked for what she felt like was the hundredth time.

"Harley," Spencer finally said through a large mouthful of fried potatoes, "...the tall girl with the long blonde hair."

Deanna buried her face in her hands. She knew which girl Harley was without the physical description. And she was not happy with her son. That girl was seventeen years old. And not only did she have a foul mouth, her father and uncle were not people Deanna wanted her eldest son having a run in with. He's about to get skinned like a deer.

"You know her father is the man that's missing his hand?," Deanna asked, ignoring for a moment that the girl's uncle shot and skinned an opossum in front of her. "The man that was a sharpshooter in the military," Deanna added, her voice rising.

"Yeah, I know who her dad is," Spencer told his mother, tilting his plate to scrape up the last of his breakfast and glancing towards the stove to see how much more food was left. "You think I jumped out her window half naked just for fun?" He supposed his mom didn't need to know he was actually all the way naked when he jumped out the window. Or that he was literally in the act of fucking that man's daughter for the third time when the crazy asshole busted her bedroom door in.

Aiden started dying laughing. Reg was trying not to laugh. And Deanna was holding her head with her hands mumbling to herself about how much trouble this was going to cause. Spencer was back at the stove, filling his plate with whatever was still left in the pans. Deanna looked up, getting another glimpse of the red scratch marks all over her son's back. Then she put her head back in her hands. She was just going to have to figure out a way to smooth this over.

"Are you gonna fuck her again?," Aiden asked. Deanna scolded her son about his language, which he completely ignored, waiting for an answer from Spencer. Deanna glanced at her older son, hoping the answer to Aiden's question was no.

"I sure the hell hope so," Spencer announced. In fact if he wasn't afraid of getting shot in the face by her angry father, he'd probably be on his way back over there now looking to pick up where they left off before he leaped out Harley's window.

"That good huh?," Aiden asked. Spencer nodded, scraping up the last bite of food off his plate and stuffing it in his mouth. He glanced at his mother and gestured for Aiden to lean in close so he could whisper into his ear. Aiden's eyes widened. "No shit?," he declared, looking at his brother with newfound respect.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to know," Deanna warned. She pushed back from the table and stood up. "I'm going to have to go talk to that girl's parents." She pointed at Spencer. "Stay in this house and try not to have sex with anymore underage girls before I get back."

As she headed for her front door, Deanna heard both her sons explode in laughter. And she was pretty sure she heard her husband laughing along with them. She shook her head and closed the front door behind her.