El Rancho del Corazón
63 Season Finale
MARY: What are we making today, Chef Brian?
Me: Mary, you’re my girlfriend. You don’t have to call me ‘Chef.’ We’re making meringue.
Mary: Like lemon meringue pie? My favorite!
Me: A lucky guess on my part. Here’s a tip, ladies and gentlemen. If you want your boyfriend or girlfriend to make your favorite dish, you have to let him or her know what it is. He’s out there flailing around trying to guess what you’d like. Tell him!
Mary: Was that a reprimand to me? [pouts]
Me: No, sweetheart. I asked you what your favorite pie was on Valentine’s Day. You told me then. I suppose if more people simply asked, there’d be a lot less confusion.
Mary: What is meringue, anyway?
I’d like to say the whole taping was flawless, but there were a few hiccups, a couple retakes, and a sudden squealing from upstairs that sounded remarkably like Jennifer having an orgasm. While the house was pretty well insulated against any sound intruding from outside, the studio was not soundproof from the rest of the house.
Hannah yelled “Cut!” and started for the stairs. I caught her and asked her to please let me take care of it this time. She was on the warpath, but paused and motioned me to take over. The crew and the rest of our family who were helping were laughing hysterically. I ran upstairs. I found Jennifer spread-eagled on the bed with Courtney between her legs. I walked over and smacked Courtney on the butt, bringing her upright with a gasp. Her face looked like a glazed donut. At the sound of the smack, Jennifer sat up and stared at me. I gave her a moment to take in the fact that I was wearing my chef hat and jacket.
“Oh my God! Are we recording this morning?” Jennifer gasped.
“Yes,” I said calmly. “The season finale with the University Board of Regents,” I lied. Jennifer went pale. She held her breath so long I thought she’d pass out. “Was that a really good come?” I asked. I was rubbing my hands together and reached over and smacked Courtney again. She gasped.
“Mmmhmm,” Jennifer said. “Really good.”
“Then I’m glad we got it on tape,” I said. “Do you want to run downstairs and stand in front of the cameras so everyone can see what we heard while I was whipping the meringue?”
“Noooo,” both girls whined. “We’re sorry. We forgot.” I turned to Courtney.
“You’ve had all the spanks you are getting,” I said. She stuck out her lower lip. “You haven’t,” I said to Jennifer. “Go to opposite sides of the mattresses and stay here and be quiet until I’m finished.” Both girls scrambled to do what I said. I went to Jennifer and leaned over her. I dipped my fingers into her very wet pussy. “Bad Girl Scout,” I hissed. Then I licked my fingers and turned to go. “Hmm. Almost as good as my meringue.”
We finished the shoot without further incident. When we were done, Lonnie wanted to talk to me about what a great job Hannah had done lecturing his class on Thursday.
“I tell you, Brian, she turned April Lee’s career around,” Lonnie said.
“Who’s April Lee?” I asked.
“She’s the cameraman who made such a mess of your first taping this semester,” Lonnie went on. “Hannah has been working with her on her student project and that girl has blossomed. She might be the best cameraman we produce this year. You should have seen the project that Hannah showed Thursday. And she wasn’t gentle. She started by showing the tape of the first episode that we had to ditch. But after she talked about her role as a producer and director, she called April to the front of the class and had her describe what she learned. Then she showed the final project. Brian, the difference is like night and day. And it wasn’t a simple project. It was a five-minute short of an actor doing a monologue, like Charles Knight on Good Knight Tonight. You’d think that was simple until you saw the direction. The cuts were so seamless, you’d have sworn it was done in one take with multiple cameras. I want April to be on our guided study program this summer… I mean, I know you haven’t all agreed yet, but believe me, she is a different cameraman now.”
I was so proud of Hannah I could burst.
Before I could get out of my jacket and hat, Elaine wrapped her arms around me.
“It’s so exciting, Brian,” she said. “I can do this! Hannah wants to hire me to do the talk show. I have to start writing material now. Thirty to sixty shows! And every one of them starts with a monologue. Hannah had me a tape a pilot of what she had in mind for them and there is nothing like it on the air today. This isn’t just stand-up. It’s a whole new approach. It will work just as well for a serious commentary as for a comic monologue. I can’t wait for school to be out so I can start working on this!” My motormouth had already accepted her Emmy. All I could do was kiss her.
“Brian, could we get a shot of you over by the stairs?” Lonnie asked. “I know no one has agreed to the whole thing yet, but we need this footage just in case we get a go-ahead. This is the only time we can get it. It will be great.”
“Sure,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”
“Lose the chef’s jacket and hat first,” Hannah commanded. “And turn your mike on again.” I fussed with the wireless that was attached to my jacket. Rose came up and helped me get the jacket off and re-connect the mike. She took my hat and smoothed out my hair. Lonnie’s crew was refocusing some standing lights on the stairway.
“How’s this?” I asked. I was used to being pushed around to different places while we were filming. I had a feeling they wanted a public service announcement or PSA to run on the station. Maybe it was just a station identification for WIUB-TV.
“Sounds, good,” Hannah called. They hadn’t moved the sound board and monitor, so she was half way across the room. “Here’s the scene, Brian. We’re doing a quick promo. When I give you ‘action’, turn and face up the stairs. React naturally to the comments and questions. Your girlfriend will carry the scene.”
“Okay.”
“Rolling.”
“Speed.”
“Action.”
I turned casually as if I was going to climb the stairs and met Doreen coming down stairs. She was dressed in a fairly modest skirt and blouse and was just radiant.
“Brian!” she almost skipped down the last three stairs to hug me.
“Doreen, darling! You surprised me.”
“I know. I don’t usually come down those stairs, but I was in the bathroom.”
“The bathroom?”
“Yes. Look!” she held a plastic stick in front of me.
“What’s this?”
“This is an early pregnancy test,” she said. “And that pink spot means I’m going to have a baby!”
“Doreen! That’s wonderful.” I hugged her to me and kissed her soundly. When we broke the kiss, she turned and faced the camera.
“And I’m going to tell everyone all about it,” she said. She turned back and kissed me again.
“Cut!” Hannah called. Everyone in the household started cheering.
I was pretty well blown away. I picked Doreen up and carried her to the big chair and started kissing all over her. She took my hand and placed it on her tummy.
“Right here, Brian. Our baby is growing right here.”
“What’s all this about telling everyone all about it?” I asked. I unzipped her skirt and pulled up her blouse so I could put my hand directly on her flat tummy. “Hello, little baby. Papa loves you,” I whispered.
“Hannah’s idea. We talked about it a week ago… just in general, about how cool it would be to have the progress of my pregnancy on film. Then, yesterday, she came to me with the idea of doing a special with information about pregnancy and clips of the progress all the way through. It can be a real educational film, right through to delivery. I didn’t even know if I was pregnant yet, but she brought me an EPT and it showed positive. We thought the best way to start it would be to film me telling you. We’re going to make up names and you’ll have to introduce Doug as the father so we don’t have the whole pregnancy reflect on you and your show. Actually, I think you made up our name on film. I’m now Doreen Darling. But, Brian, the most important thing is that I’m pregnant. We did it!”
“Did you call Betts yet?”
“No!”
“Do Doug, Rhiannon, and Sandy know?”
“I couldn’t not tell them. We made love all night,” she whispered.
“Then let’s go call Betts,” I said.
We headed for the office and made the call that caused squeals in Seattle that could be heard in Bloomington. Without the phone.
It was over an hour after we finished shooting for the day that I remembered Jennifer and Courtney.
“Oh shit!” I yelled, jumping up from my chair and running for the stairs. The two girls were naked and sitting on opposite sides of the mattress. “I’m sorry, sweethearts,” I said. “We got so carried away downstairs that I couldn’t get up here. Please come and give me a hug and forgive me.” They’d both been crying, but they rushed to me to hug.
“We’re sorry, Brian,” Courtney said. “We got carried away and completely forgot about filming downstairs. It was my fault. Don’t blame Jennifer.”
“Are you going to spank me now, Brian?” Jennifer cried.
“No, little Girl Scout. I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I accidentally gave your swat to Courtney. And I’ll bet you that you were the only one who got to come this morning, too. You owe her a really good orgasm. I think you should make it up to her now. And if you really want your swat, you’ll have to get it from her.”
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Courtney asked.
“I think the two of you started something that the two of you need to finish. Just don’t do it while we’re filming next time. Okay?”
They smashed themselves against me and almost fought to get their lips next to mine. After a few seconds of diving and pecking, they giggled and relaxed into an intense three-way kiss while I petted their bare bottoms. I managed to get a finger into each of their sopping pussies and took a lick of each before I fed them to the other.
“You really do taste as good as my meringue,” I laughed. I left the two in the bedroom and went back to join the rest of the casa. Everyone was still chattering around Doreen. Doug, Rhiannon, and Sandy had joined us. I got there just as Carl, Louise, and Brenda came in through the side door. It was quite a party. We were all laughing and crying together with hugs aplenty.
An ear-splitting orgasm echoed from upstairs bringing all conversation to a halt. A second followed.
We all burst out laughing.
It was great that it was past the equinox and we were getting longer days. It was close to seven o’clock when I just stood up and decided to go for a walk. It was Saturday night and I didn’t figure anyone to be around who would care if I just walked out the door naked. I was trying to figure out what the whole summer schedule would mean. It certainly would mean no more wandering around naked like this. At the same time, we expected all the younger clan down for the summer again. We were pretty careful about only running around naked in private when the younger kids were there, even though by mid-August they’d all be seventeen or older. Still, it was like being big brothers and sisters. We didn’t want to set a bad example. We’d become pretty lax about clothing out here.
Part of that laxness slipped up behind me and wrapped her arms around me as I looked out toward the fields. There was a lovely mix of warm girl and cool nipples pressed into my back. I placed my hands over hers on my stomach and just soaked up the feeling of being held. She made no other attempt to communicate or to get me to do anything. That was something my cónyuge seemed not to understand all the time. Yes, we had our moments, but sometimes I just wanted to hold, or be held, without thinking about my performance. As the sun went down, I felt her shiver a little.
“Are you getting cold, sweetheart?”
“A little, I guess. My backside,” Mary giggled. “My front is nice and warm and doesn’t want to move.”
“Come around front. We’ll swap for a few minutes.” She slid around in front and leaned back against me. She pulled my right arm up to cover her nipples and my left around her middle.
“As long as you keep those from getting too cold, I’ll be fine,” she said, wiggling against me. I wasn’t erect, but I was parked firmly in the crack of her butt. My cock was pretty cold, too.
“We might freeze together in this position if we stay out much longer.”
“I think I could get you thawed out by summer,” she giggled. We watched the first stars begin to appear. “Is it all too much for you, Brian?” she asked.
“Too much?”
“I know you want everyone to be successful and you are excited about the summer production, but you feel responsible for everyone, too. Is it too much? I’m… I’m offering to let you out of the prom date if it is. And everything else. Brian, I don’t want to add to your responsibilities or to become a task.” I kissed her neck and she squeezed her shoulder up as gooseflesh rose all over her left shoulder and arm.
“Thank you,” I said. “It’s not necessary, though. Whether you and I develop—or advance—our relationship isn’t what’s bothering me and won’t add to my stress. I suppose my cónyuge are talking about my implosion last weekend. It’s nothing.” She twisted in my arms and pressed her breasts against my chest as she looked me in the eye.
“They told me that mine was the first name you called out.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Brian, I will be whatever you need me to be to help you through this summer. If you need a lover, I’m there. If you need alone-time, I’m gone. If you need to talk, I have ears. Whatever you need, Brian,” she said. What I saw in her eyes was a kind of openness and innocence that I didn’t see much anymore. It wasn’t like Hannah’s intense vulnerability. It was simple devotion.
“Why, Mary? Why would you offer such a thing? I don’t deserve that kind of concern,” I said. She actually snorted dismissively.
“It’s only been a year and already you’ve forgotten.”
“Forgotten what?”
“How many times you argued with Hannah over what she did and didn’t deserve. Stop arguing. It isn’t about what you deserve. This is my choice, and what you do or don’t do, whether you accept me or reject me, doesn’t make a difference on my offer. I’m self-centered enough to believe that I deserve you,” she said. “And since it is my last night here at the ranch until graduation, right now, I deserve to be made love to. Without penetration. Otherwise, take me to bed.”
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