Eva Pt. 09

We picked up our lives where we left off when we got home. We both kept working until camp started, me in the print shop and Eva as a tutor. She made a lot more money than I did, hourly at least. And it was something she could keep doing during the summer, at least a few hours on Saturday or Sunday. A little extra money always comes in handy. Eva even suggested I could do the same, on weekends, in almost any subject. Her GPA was a perfect A, 4.0 and mine was 3.88. Physics screwed my perfect A. We were both elected to Phi Beta Kappa (as I mentioned earlier).

One thing we noticed when we got back was Cammy was becoming more morose. She was fifteen, going on sixteen come October, had been through her first relationship and heartbreak, and at first Eva and I just thought it was a phase she was going through. She had no plans for the summer so we asked if she also wanted to work at camp as a Junior counselor. It wasn't a lot of money, about $200 for the summer, but it would be a fun way for her to spend the time and besides, she was also good with kids. She was a babysitter for some of the parents in the neighborhood and much in demand.

"I don't know" Cammy said when Eva and I brought it up to her when she was over for dinner one night. It wasn't too late for her to be hired; there were a number of openings still. "I...can I tell you both something?" She looked anxious and upset.

"Since when can't you talk to us?" I asked my sister. Eva and I leaned across the table and we each held one of her hands. "We're always here for you. You know that. So what's up, sis?"

Cammy took a minute to collect herself. "It's dad. I don't want to live with him anymore."

Eva asked her "Cammy, is he drinking again?"

"No, it's not that. Well, a little. But it's him and Jessie. She sleeps over almost every night and I...can hear them. You know. They don't even try to keep it down."

Eva blushed a little and I may have as well. I was happy he found someone but I expected him to show some discretion around his fifteen year old daughter. Eva and I never behaved that way in front of our families, not in front of anyone. We were affectionate, sure, but never inappropriate. If Cammy was right, dad and Jessie were behaving like fourteen year olds with free reign of the house. Except Cammy was there. Once again, I had to question just what kind of a man my father was.

"Cammy, would you go in the living room and turn on the TV? Eva and I have to talk alone for a few minutes." My sister, again suffering inside, went into the other room and Eva and I stayed at the kitchen table to talk.

"Sweetheart, we can't leave her there if your father and Jessie are going to keep behaving like that. We just can't."

I took a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh. "Damn him, already. Why do we have to keep on cleaning up his messes? This should be our time to be able to make noises and be naughty in our own home."

"Jon...don't ever 'damn' your father" Eva said sternly. "I don't know what's wrong with him, why he keeps getting into these situations. Maybe we can convince him to get help. But whether he does or doesn't, we can't leave Cammy in that house. Not even a single night more. She needs a stable home life. Even if we have to drive her to and from school for the last month of the year. Even if we end up having to go to family court for custody. I won't leave her in that situation." Her face was determined and her voice was steel.

I took her hand and squeezed gently. "I really hit the jackpot when we I found you. I don't know how I did it. But you're amazing. I love you so much. All right, I'm going to take Cammy home and have it out with my dad. If he doesn't listen to me, she'll pack a suitcase for a few days and I'll bring her home. But honestly, legally, I don't know if we can keep her for more than a few days without his permission. He's her legal guardian."

"I guess we'd have to take him to court, then, like we were going to do two years ago. And I'll do it with you, sweetheart. Just like I would for Will and Walt if my parents fell apart. I love Cammy just as much."

I stood up, helped Eva to her feet, and I hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her. "I'm so lucky. And so is Cammy. I don't know what we'd be doing if you weren't in our lives."

Eva held me as well and said "I'm just as lucky. I fell in love with the best man imaginable." We kissed a couple of short pecks. "Go ahead. If you have to bring you sister back, I want to get her settled for the night. At least tomorrow is Saturday, no school."

I got Cammy, who also gave Eva a huge hug. We're a very affectionate bunch even to this day. We went to my car and during the twenty minute ride back to dad's house, I told Cammy that she was welcome to stay with me and Eva as long as she wanted, but it could be difficult depending on how dad reacted. I also told her we'd take it one day at a time, starting with how he reacted when I talked to him.

I held her hand as we went inside and there was the sound of boisterous, flirty laughter. They were making out on the couch like teens, and straightened up quickly when they heard us come in the door. Their clothes were disheveled and Jessie's lipstick was smeared all over her lips. I wondered what we would have walked in on fifteen minutes later.

"Dad," I said, ignoring Jessie, "we have to talk. Again." Cammy sat on the floor and I sat on a wing chair, facing him. "Cammy told us tonight that you and Jessie are behaving...inappropriately around her. Making noises she shouldn't be hearing. Walking around like you are now, not even trying to be discreet. In front of your fifteen year old daughter. Think about that."

"Hey, don't talk about me like I'm not even here!" Jessie said defiantly. "I live here too! And what we do is none of either of your business!"

"Jessie, this is between my father and his children. Stay out of it!"

"Jon, don't you talk to her like that!" My father said with anger. "I love her and you talk to her with respect!"

"Respect? How about respecting your daughter? How about setting a good example for her? What the hell is wrong with you anyway? Don't you give a damn about anyone besides yourself?"

"And don't you talk to ME like that either, Jon! I'm still your father!"

"Some father! I keep having to deal with your screwups!"

We had an angry fight, the three of us shouting back and forth. It was obvious he was not going to back down or change his behavior. "Dad, Cammy is coming with me tonight. She'll spend the weekend at least with Eva and me, and you need to think if you want your daughter around or not. Because if this keeps up, I'm going to sue you for custody. I don't understand you. You promised mom before she died to be the best father you could be to Cammy. Don't you care about your promise?"

Then Jessie spoke, and I really wanted to slap her, the only time I ever even thought of hitting a woman. "Take her. She just cramps our style around here anyway! She keeps me and Abe from having a real good time!" As I said, I was angry enough to strike, but I kept my cool, barely.

"Cammy, go pack a bag, some clothes and your personal things, bathroom stuff, whatever you need. Go on, hurry up. I don't want to stay here another minute." She ran upstairs in tears and I got close to my father. And then I smelled it; the booze. Jack Daniels, his drink of choice. "Damn you, dad. Drinking again. I should have expected it. You know what, this time I'm not helping you. Either get rid of her" I tilted my head towards Jessie "get yourself back into rehab, or I will sue you for custody. You've got the weekend to think about it." I turned away from him and I sensed him getting up as quickly as he could in his semi-drunk state. He grabbed my shoulder, tried to turn me back to face him and he fell over onto the floor, making a fairly loud crash. Thankfully he didn't get hurt, he just broke a lamp. Jessie went to his side and helped him to his feet. I just looked at him with contempt.

"Don't you tell me what to do" he growled while he struggled to his feet. "I'll drink if I want to, and I fuck my girlfriend if I want. And you're never going to get custody of your sister. If you try, I'll report you to the police for molesting her! Don't think I won't!" He gave me an ugly, cruel smile. Who was he?

I looked at him incredulously. "You wouldn't dare. You would really hurt Cammy like that, try to destroy my life? For what? Do you even love her anymore?" He couldn't answer me. He just sat back down and stewed in his chair while Jessie held his hand and looked at me like she won some sort of victory. I hated her right then. I never hated anyone in my life before. But I hated her.

Cammy came down with a small suitcase, a hand bag and an angry look. Dad tried to talk to her. "Camilla, I just..."

She cut him off like I never heard her do before. "Don't, dad. I see what your priorities are. And I heard you from upstairs. Don't you dare accuse Jon of what you said. I'd rather live with him and Eva than you, and if you say what you said, I'll make sure the judge knows you're a liar. I will. Bet on it." She turned her back on him and we went out and got in my car.

Before I even turned the key, I said "Cammy, I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine how this must be hurting you."

"No, Jon. I'm sorry. I don't know who that is in there, but it's not our father. I'm sorry I need you like this. I'm not your responsibility. Or I shouldn't be."

"Cammy, that's nonsense. If dad died, god forbid, in an accident or something, wouldn't you hope I'd be there to take care of you? Wouldn't you think I'd do it without any hesitancy?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"This is no different, except dad's not dead. But he's gone, I guess. I don't know why he's been like this, on and off for a few years now. All I do know is I'm your brother and I'm going to take care of you, make sure you're safe and loved, fed and clothed, and I'll make sure you go to college when that time comes. And we're both lucky Eva not only is willing to help, she insists on it. She really does love you like a sister."

"I feel the same about her. But I still feel bad, getting into your life like this. It shouldn't be necessary."

"Cammy, stop. I don't care if it's necessary or not. We're here for each other. Monday we'll see where we stand, ok? It's our pleasure to help you." She leaned across the seat and held me. She probably would still be holding me all these years later if I hadn't gently released her arms from my neck. We drove home, stopped to bring home Carvel ice cream Flying Saucers (round ice cream sandwiches made from soft serve ice cream) and went home where Eva was nervously waiting for us. While Cammy put away her things in the second bedroom, I quickly filled Eva in on what happened back at my fathers house.

We had ice cream together, and after hanging out for a while, Cammy went to bed, but not before giving Eva and I huge hugs and kisses. "Thank you. I love you both so much" my sister said, simply, before heading to her bedroom. Only then did I show my own sorrow to Eva, my shoulders hunched forward and a feeling of exhaustion overcame my mind.

"Honey, I don't know how we're going to do this. When I told dad if he didn't get his shit together we were going to sue him for custody, he threatened to report me for molesting Cammy years ago."

"WHAT? He didn't!"

"He did. And I think, at least at that moment, he was serious. He was ready to destroy my life." I broke down and put my head in her lap and cried as Eva ran her fingers through my hair in a gentle and loving manner. I was distraught about that possibility and about how this whole thing could damage our marriage. Even if my father did accuse me and his accusation was found to be completely false, word could get around and there would be people who suspected it to be true. It could ruin my life. OUR life together. "Eva, my love, are you sure you don't want to divorce me? For your own sake, and your protection."

"Jon, if you ever say that again, I just might divorce you. Not because I stopped loving you or that I believe you might have hurt Camilla, but because you're talking like an idiot. If we have to, we'll fight this together. Always together. And Monday, we'll call Dr. Thomas (Cammy's gynecologist) and consult with her about how to protect Cammy, and you. Then we'll get a lawyer. Whatever we have to do. Now, lets go to bed." We locked the door and shut the lights, and retired to our bedroom, at the opposite end of the apartment from Cammy's room. Plenty of space apart for privacy.

We took turns in the bathroom and then I waited in bed in just my underwear, my preferred sleeping attire, and Eva came out in one of my favorite outfits of hers, a short, white, almost see-through nightie. She climbed on the bed and straddled my hips. She kissed me a few times and whispered "You relax, Bear. I'm going to take such good care of you. You're the sweetest man in the world, and I love you and I'm going to show you how much I love you." She kissed my neck and my chest.

"That sounds like it's just what I need tonight, Angel. Some very good loving from the most wonderful woman in the world."

She smiled at me as she lowered the shoulder straps of the thin nightie and her perfect breasts came into my view. Eva guided my hands to them and moaned while I massaged the small, soft mounds and my fingers played with her nipples, rolling them through my fingers. As I did, Eva reached inside my briefs to fondle my cock, pulling it gently, the way she knew I loved to be touched and...nothing. She kept playing with me, rubbing her thumb under the head, but nothing happened. She looked at me surprised but still with a smile. "Maybe you need a little of this." She moved so she could slide down my briefs and and kissed down my body until she got to my cock and kissed it all over, licking with a slow, lazy manner, even sucking me softly, the way I loved, but no dice. Nothing was happening, and I mean NOTHING. Not so much as a stir.

After a few minutes, Eva moved off me and laid there next to me as more frustration went through my mind. "Angel, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong" I said with some tears.

"Shhh. Bear, this has been a terrible evening. I shouldn't have put this pressure on you. You need to get some rest, maybe for a few days, no demands on you. It was selfish of me to try. Come here, right in my arms."

I turned to her and she comforted me, kissing my head and my nose and lips. "You're amazing, Angel. I let you down, and you just keep loving me more. I wish I could give you what you need."

"You will sweetheart. You will. When you're up to it. Let's just get some sleep for now. I love you, my sweet Bear."

"I love you too, Angel. With all my heart." We kissed a few times and we cuddled before sleep came. For me, that took a long time that night.

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We had a nice weekend with Cammy. It was rainy on Saturday so we went to a movie in the afternoon and out for Chinese food for dinner. We talked to her again about working at camp for the summer, and she agreed to meet with the camp director after school one day. Then Eva brought up a touchy subject.

"Cammy, honey, we want you to see Dr. Thomas this week. As a precaution, in case your father actually does accuse Jon of...hurting you."

Cammy sipped her tea and took my hand. "Don't be afraid to ask me this. I'll go. If dad does this to you, Jon...I'll never talk to him again. I'll do anything I can to protect you, Jon, just like you always protect me."

I gave both of them a smile. "Thanks, sis. I doubt it will be necessary. I can't imagine he'd hurt us like that. I just don't understand what he's looking for. If he's not going to be a parent to you, why would he fight so hard and ugly to keep custody?" Then a bad thought came to me. "Cammy, did he ask you to sign any legal papers recently? Anything he didn't really explain to you? Maybe you felt uncomfortable about it but didn't want to challenge him?"

"About two months ago, since you mentioned it. Something from a bank."

Oh fuck. That son of a bitch. Eva looked at me with dawning horror. "He wouldn't have, would he, Jon?"

"What? Someone please tell me!" Cammy said, worry in her voice.

"Sweetie, it's possible he used you to forge papers to get the money mom left you. I don't know it for sure, but it makes sense. And if he did that...he may have gone through all his money, and your college fund."

Cammy was too shocked to cry. Legally, she was still too young to give him her money, over $50K. But he could have pulled some sort of trick, illegally of course. It made sense, why he would want to avoid a custody fight with me.

I took Eva and Cammy home and I went to confront my father...again. Two nights in a row. "Bear, please be careful. I'm going to call my father and have him meet you there. I don't want you doing this alone." She was actually scared for me, not worried, but scared. Who knew what my father was capable of doing?

I drove over, rage in my heart. If he did this... I got there and Harold was waiting for me at the corner of my dad's block and I let him in the car. "Jon, what the hell is going on with your father? I haven't seen him in a while, and what Eva said on the phone didn't make a lot of sense to me. I could her Camilla crying in the background. In fact, Phyllis is on the way to your apartment now."

"Harold, if I'm right, you just wouldn't believe it. I don't believe it." I filled him in on everything since I caught my dad cheating almost four years previous. He knew about the drinking, of course, but the affair and the current situation were new and shocking.

"Jesus Christ" he muttered under his breath. "I thought Abe was a good man. I hope to god you're wrong."

"I hope so too. I just don't understand him at all,"

I parked on the street and it sounded like a party was taking place, loud music and voices. When he was married to mom, they were never loud party people. The door was locked but I still had my keys and I let myself and Harold in. Inside it was like a scene from a dirty movie. People in various stages of undress, people having sex in various combinations. It was a fucking orgy.

"Christ almighty" Harold said, wide eyed. I think my eyes must have been just as wide. I tried to just look for my dad, but he wasn't in the living room. Jessie was, though and she was fucking two men, one behind her doggy style and one in front of her getting his cock sucked. My dad found a real piece of work.

I stormed over to her and pushed the guy fucking her mouth out of the way. "HEY!" I yelled at her. "Where the hell is my dad?" I must have been beet red in the face and she actually looked frightened of me. She just pointed to his bedroom and I ran my way upstairs to his room, I didn't even know, just opened the door and found my father in the bed with at least four other people, all doing god knew what. I deliberately avoided looking.

"DAD! Get the fuck off whoever you're fucking and meet me in Cammy's room!" He looked stunned, certainly taken by surprise. I didn't wait, just went to Cammy's room with Harold. Thankfully, none of his 'friends' were in there. That would have been the final straw.

He came in five minutes later in his robe, thank god. "Hey, the prodigal son returns. Hey Harold." All with no shame, no sense of wrongdoing. I mean, technically he could do what he wanted. If he wanted to be an orgy guy, it was his business as long as I didn't have to see it. But his attitude was just pissing me off all the more.

"Dad I have a question for you, and you'd better tell me the truth. Did you cash out Cammy's trust fund from mom? Did you trick her into signing papers and forge the other signatures you needed? Tell me, dad."