Realms of Eden Book 03: Whirlwind

There were several replays required before the umpires decided that it was a fair catch.

The crowd went ballistic and the hair on Peter Bond's neck stood up with the chants of, "Whirlwind! Whirlwind!" coming from every corner of the ground.

New Zealand finished 7 for 328.

Peter Bond was a furious man when he walked into the dressing shed and his first impulse was to drive a steel tipped stump through Jared Samson's heart. Fortunately Ian had hidden them. Only because, as Kelsey said later, so he couldn't do it himself.

The doctor enthusiastically drugged Samson to keep him quiet and Robert found more reason to respect her. He also saw Murray King give her bottom a gentle pat after she announced that the bastard wouldn't wake up until he was back on Australian soil.

During the 40 minute change over Sydney stared out at the field and watch the light begin to dim. The others in the dressing room prayed for a miracle that the big hearted batsman could somehow restore some pride for the team.

As Sydney stared out the window Simon Hunter watched his opening partner and for some reason drew strength and determination from the quiet calmness he perceived around him. He knew that Sydney was fired up and he just hoped he could hold up an end and get a ringside seat at the fireworks no matter the outcome.

The umpires came to tell them it was time to go back out and Sydney nodded. He turned to Kelsey just as Jason Williams passed him the little packet containing the red scrap of cloth.

"No Jason wait," said Kelsey. Lifting her hands beneath her skirt she skinned the tiny yellow knickers she wore and said, "New country new pair!"

The team stomped and clapped as she passed them to her lover and who lifted them to his nose.

"I creamed them already when you took that catch," laughed Kelsey. Jason handed her a zip lock bag for her to put them in, pass them back to him and he slid them into Sydney's trouser pocket.

Robert hugged the woman tight to his body as she watched her lover head out to bat and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Now I know why Thelma calls you Mum!"

"Here here," came the calls of the men in the room.

Australia lost by 6 runs, finishing at 9 for 322 in the end. Whirlwind lived up to his name flogging the bowling to all parts of the big ground and never gave one chance. He finished not out 192 unable to score the 12 runs off the last ball that Australia needed to win. His big frame swung his bat hard despatching the Kiwi opening bowler high and long into the grandstand. Some commentators, Kiwi commentators as well, reckoned it should have been given a 12 just for its pure power and clean hit.

He stood in the middle of the pitch and acknowledged the crowd as it screamed, shouted and stomped chanting, "Whirlwind! Whirlwind!" The captain of the Black Caps shook his hand and then raised it in victory as the crowd screamed even louder.

Not one of the 119,854 crowd had left the ground as each one witnessed such a powerful display. In the end they couldn't quite believe that he hadn't pulled it off.

His teammates swamped him on the field and to the delight of the crowd lifted him on their shoulders carrying him high before setting him down so that he could walk through the gates and up into the rooms.

Kelsey, Sandy and Robert were blubbering in each other's arms. Ian Creighton and Ted Russell were not much better.

Jared Samson slept on in the back room as the team drank with their Kiwi counterparts until midnight before Kel, Sandy and Robert rounded them all up and into the bus and took them back to the motel.

Moira had the whole motel awake and drinking with her in the big bar on the second floor. Sydney smiled and danced with almost everyone in the place as he drank wine mixer after wine mixer and never touched a beer.

As the sun rose Sydney sat on the balcony outside the bar and watched it rise. Bodies lay everywhere inside passed out and happy. Sydney was content until Cue Ball stood looking out over the balcony with him and said, "Matey, four more to go!"

"Bugger you Cue Ball, did you have to remind me of that," he laughed.

His older self said, "Yeah just to be a prick. Oh and by the way Jared Samson is on his way home, in a cardboard box marked 'Damaged Goods'!"

Sydney almost wet himself laughing as the man waved and disappeared.

Chapter 4 - Growing again

Sydney walked back in the door looking at the bodies of friends and enemy team players, not that he counted any them as an enemy just other competitors. The way that he had been hugged, clapped and congratulated by them all through the night he certainly wouldn't ignore any of them in the street.

He woke the Kiwi captain, Jerome, and the two chuckled together for a moment surveying the wreckage. "Guess I better get these lads together Syd and we will see you in Auckland, hey!" he said.

Sydney gave the man a big grin. "Hopefully we will be a bit fitter by then, Jerome."

The man nodded and began using his foot to nudge a few of his recalcitrant troops. Ian Creighton, Sydney observed, was doing the same on the other side of the room.

He looked for Robert and Sandy but couldn't see either of them and suspected that they may have left earlier with Kelsey. The woman had departed before she was too drunk to resist the crowd's calls of "Strip! Strip!" after Jason Williams regaled the awed listeners with his version of Kelsey supplying Whirlwind with a new lucky charm.

As the groans of waking men and women begun coming from everywhere he decided to go upstairs and check she was ok. In the lift he smelled his body and decided that a shower was probably in order as well.

The master bedroom was brightly lit when he walked in to find Robert, Sandy and Kelsey lying across the bed fully clothed and snoring. Robert, he noted, hadn't even managed to take his shoes off so he imagined that they had all staggered into the bedroom drunk and had simply crashed in a pile across it and gone off to sleep.

Quietly he backtracked and stripped in the second bedroom entering the shower under firstly cold and then warm water. He heard a soft noise behind him and thinking that Kelsey had seen him continued to let the water cascade down his body. A soft hand rubbed his back and he felt warm breasts press against him before a hand reached down to his groin and gently grasped his flesh.

He started to turn but the hand firmed and kept him facing the wall as it began to slide up and down his hardening member. "You are only her for a little bit longer," whispered Moira, "I wanted to give you a proper goodbye."

He smiled as her hand continued its magic. "Perhaps in bed would be a better place," he suggested quietly.

"No I just want to do this," she said leaning her head against his back and pumped her hand squeezing gently as she stroked him. Sliding her other hand between his legs she grasped his dangling testicles firmly. Moments later she felt his breathing deepen and turned him around to let his cock explode over her wet breasts and hot nipples. She watched his face as she leaned forward, sucking his still dripping cock into her mouth and cleaned him as she milked the last few drops from him. When she finished he pulled her up to him and kissed her sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste himself on hers.

"If there is one thing I will always remember you for Sydney, it is you willingness to share, completely," she breathed into his mouth then she turned from him waving him out of the shower.

Kelsey and Sandy stood naked in the room when he emerged. Kelsey handed him a towel pressing her finger to her lips motioning him to be quiet. He moved aside as Sandy beckoned him too and the two women stepped into the oversized cubicle together and hugged the surprised woman between them. He just shook his head as he heard sobbing and soft chatter.

Dried and dressed again he walked out to the living area expecting to see Robert. He heard giggling behind him and Sandy pointed to the main bedroom as she closed the door to the second bedroom and Sydney heard the door lock.

Walking to the main bedroom he saw Robert, still fully dressed but now minus his shoes, stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed softly snoring. Sydney left him there found some juice and walked back out to the balcony to watch the city come alive.

Lying there on the recliner he reflected on how they had got there and wondered where the rest of this tour was going to head. Already he had made more friends than he had ever had in his life and apart from the Jared Samson nastiness and the crap with the local cricket association all of it was going wonderfully. He didn't even mind that they lost the game. There was a fierce desire in his teammates to have a go and it filled him with a sense of pride that he was being used as an example and an inspiration.

Letting his eyes close, shortly he fell asleep with a satisfied smile across his face.

Sandy, Moira and Kelsey stood together watching him sleep and Sandy saw Kelsey's eyes moisten at the sight. She pulled her new lover to her hip. "What's wrong Kel?"

Kelsey answered softly, "He's asleep and he is smiling. I think it is the first time I have seen him do that for a very long time."

Moira placed her arm around the woman. "Why do you think he doesn't?"

Robert standing behind them with a towel around his waist after having just come from the shower, spoke. "Because he never stops worrying about everyone else. I guess for a long time he must have had the worst nightmares about not being good enough, not being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The last few weeks have been fairly much an education for our young man. I think he has finally worked out that all we ever wanted from him was to be happy and give it a go. Win or lose."

Kelsey nodded at the man's words and added, "Sydney shouldn't be alive, he should just be happy that he is. But he seems to think he owes the world for breathing and last night I think he paid some of it back. And even though he didn't win I think he got the message that we loved him for trying."

They stood watching him while Robert went and got dressed. Reporting to them when he returned that Ian had left him a message saying that the team was ready to head to Auckland.

Kelsey nodded then flicked her phone open and rang the coach. "Ian I think you can go sightseeing without us. Our boy is still sleeping and we will get him up there before you lot get there anyway. Have fun and enjoy the ferry ride."

Ian grinned back and said, "Ok Mum!" then he was gone.

Moira giggled at the older man's name for Kelsey as did Robert.

Sandy was a little confused hearing a few of them mention that about Kelsey last night.

Robert told her that he would show her later. She shrugged and asked, "So what are we going to do with sleeping beauty out there?"

"Nothing," said Kelsey, "we will leave him sleep until he is ready. I just hope it is not for two days like last time."

"Two days!" cried Robert. "They have a two day game on day after tomorrow."

Kelsey shrugged. "Well I don't know about you guys but I think I need something to eat. Pussy is great but it doesn't quite fill the belly!"

The four of them made their way, still laughing, down to the restaurant after Moira had rung down and begged for a big breakfast from her staff who were readying themselves for lunch.

Moira and Robert were deep in conversation about organising bars and kitchens as they sat in the living room of the suite. Moira had already arranged for Sydney's gear to be packed up on the transport that had been hired to take the cricket team's gear to Auckland. She had also moved Sandy and Robert from downstairs to the suite in case Kelsey's prediction came true. There was no concern over the room itself because Thelma had booked it for the entire month for other members of Sydney's harem to use though the man himself was not aware that he was going to have other visitors.

Sandy and Kelsey had retired to the main bedroom pleading tiredness when Robert suggested that he didn't want to be left out this time. They assured him that should they want to do anything more than sleep that he would be the first to know.

Sydney slept. He didn't dream but every now and then he saw blonde hair and green eyes flicker across his mind. Inwardly he smiled at that, checking he was ok he guessed. Mid-afternoon came and went. As the day began to fade towards evening Kelsey got Robert to help her move the big man into a bed. Sydney never roused as they carried him inside and lay him down again.

Moira had gone to attend to her duties and Sandy sat quietly reading the latest copy of the Women's View magazine. She had picked it up when her and Robert had done some wandering around the city. The woman at the news agency had told her she was lucky that she still had any copies left, as it was the last of six deliveries that she had had to request from the suppliers.

The magazine had a very hot image of Sydney with the dark hair of his fringe just above his dark-blue eyes that seemed to promise the world to anyone who asked. The eyes gave her delightful shivers down her spine as she found herself mesmerised by them if she left the magazine closed and face up on the coffee table for too long.

Kel had whispered to her, "Try looking away when he looks at you and wants to make you the queen of his world!"

Sandy found the magazine's article on Sydney's childhood to be extremely upsetting. Whoever had written the piece that went with it was good. The images, the language and the reporting of how the man coped and struggled to survive was dramatic and heart-rending.

She found herself dashing tears from her eyes several times and her stomach threatening to bring up her breakfast at the more graphic pictures of his injuries. Those images also caused a quiet rage to build inside her that someone could do that to another person.

By the time she came to the middle of the article, it stretched over nearly 40 pages of the thick magazine, her emotions were all over the place. However, she found herself strangely accepting of the man who had fought, almost died and then came out the other side as the man he was today.

She liked the quote in the middle of a page of pictures showing Sydney in hospital in a wheelchair talking to another young girl, also in a chair, as the girl laughed at something he had said. The photographs also showed his medal from the president, two nurses who playfully sat with him on their laps and his tall thin frame hugging a tiny red curly haired girl to him as she laughed.

In the middle of the page was a quote. "Why should I ever give up, ever give in when there is so much love, understanding and help from unexpected places. I have learnt that not only can I be a better person but I feel it is my duty to help make other people better as well." Her eyes blurred and when she turned to the next page she had to blink them a little to refocus.

The following pages lightened her mood. Pictures of the boy growing, exercising and running were dotted across the article, sighting his growth and development as his body repaired. A couple of doctors were shown and a blown up picture that showed some sort of machine. It looked like an ugly 8 legged spider. The caption said they had been injected into the boy's body to help him as a last resort.

The author went on to talk about Sydney gaining his strength. How he was kicked out of school because of his incredible abilities with maths and sciences. Abilities that had been ignored by his parents but came to a head when teachers at the school told him that there was nothing else for him to learn from them.

A very cute black haired brown eyed girl was pointed out as being his lifelong love and the reason for his education at high school being curtailed. It was explained how he had helped her with her homework in such a way that the teachers had to tell him that they could no longer show him anything at this level.

Sandy found herself looking at the girl with a little excitement as the eyes of the girl definitely showed signs of belonging to someone very sensual and no doubt adventurous. She looked at Kelsey, who was sitting beside her softly humming as she packed Sydney's clothes into a bag, and asked, "Who is Bonnie?"

Kelsey paused from her folding of shirts and smiled. "The hellcat that leaves Sydney more breathless and covered in more marks than any man should expect to receive in a lifetime! She is also my niece by marriage and the most wonderful girl you will ever meet," replied Kelsey.

Sandy giggled and resumed reading.

The changes in Sydney's body were remarkable, she observed. Photos of him batting and fielding in the game that led him to being picked for Australia. The last of the article contained the final words from the article's author reflecting the media hubbub over the dreams of a damaged boy coming to fruition and hopefully being able to go on and be an inspiration for everyone. The words made her smile in absolute delight.

Sandy had to check the author twice before she believed it.

She looked up. Her eyes bored straight at the man opposite her who was working on his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him oblivious to everything around him. His forehead showed a slight frown as he concentrated on something on his screen. Robert looked up for a moment and saw Sandy's bright eyes looking directly at him and he glanced back at his screen then back up to see her still staring at him with a slightly opened mouth expression.

"You! Bedroom now!" said the woman and stood up grabbing his hand pulling him, protesting that he had work to do, into the bedroom.

Sandy spun and dropped to her knees in front of him dragging his shorts down as she went and inhaled his soft cock. Her hot mouth had him rapidly hard. She dropped to all fours and turned around looking back at him cried, "Fuck me now!"

Not wanting to waste an opportunity he knelt behind and lifted her skirt as Sandy reached back and pulled her panties aside telling him to hurry. He pushed forward, his penis engulfed by her hot sex and shortly she gasped that she was cumming before he finished forcing his cock into the hilt.

For the next few minutes she begged him to fuck her hard and he complied with her wishes telling her that he wasn't going to last long the way she was clamped around him. Telling him just to do her he soon told her he was going to cum. She spun around so fast that it barely registered to his cock that something hot was not around it before he was spurting into her hot wet mouth.

He chuckled and began to ask her what the hell that was all about when suddenly he found his mouth pressed to hers as she kissed him feverishly. Pulling back from her as he tasted his own seed in his mouth as her tongue deposited some of his fluids back into his as they kissed. Kissing him again he found that he was willing to put up with her antics after the wonderful but exceedingly quick fuck she had given him.

"See not so bad is it," she whispered.

He shrugged then pushed her back and said, "You haven't answered my question!"

She looked at him then at Kelsey who had observed the little play at the end and loudly asked, "When the hell did you learn to write like that?" Her hands pointing to the magazine that she had thrown on the bed when they had entered the room.

Kelsey laughed, as did Robert. "I didn't write it all by myself. I had some help."

Kelsey crooked a finger to her indicating for her to come with her. Sandy got up off her knees and hurried after Kelsey who was standing in the lounge. The brown haired woman clicked on the large screen on the wall and said, "Alfred show yourself to our new trooper please."

The TV screen went blank and then a green faced man stared back at her and said, "Hello Sandy."