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Unlikely Angels Ch. 18-20


18. The Eucharist

Denise leaned close by Ellis’ ear. The Kung Pao chicken they shared for dinner had been a spicy taste on her lips and now it was a tantalizing scent on her breath. She whispered, “I sat in these chairs at your party, and I thought that someone should have sex in them. They’re just right.”

If someone was going to do it, then of course it would be Denise. Ellis rested his hands on her bare hips. He let her lay still on his chest while she recovered, and she slipped into quiet relaxation. His cock softened in her, but when she moved again it was already starting to harden.

Denise pushed up with her hands on his chest. She tilted her hips so he moved inside her and said, “This’ll probably be our last time.” Ellis gave her a curious look and she explained, “I was accepted to grad school in Tennessee. I’m going to move after Christmas, finish my degree there, and maybe get a head start on the Master’s program.”

“It’s a long time ‘till Christmas,” Ellis said. He searched his mind for a way to say, ‘Don’t go,’ without making it sound completely selfish. “I’m going to miss you,” he said.

Denise shifted her weight to grind on him. “It’ll be a long, busy time ‘till Christmas.” She said, and her eyes searched his face. She kissed his lips and added, “I’ll miss you, too.”

Ellis sat up under Denise and she squeaked her protest. “If this will be the last,” he said, “Then let me take you to bed and we’ll say goodbye there.”

They left their clothes where they tossed them, and Ellis chased Denise to bed. He made all of his best oral arguments against her moving away, then late at night he held her, inhaled from her hair, and realized that his sex life was drying up. Just a few months before, he had Sharon when he wanted her, Denise when she agreed and Elsie when they could. Now Sharon was out, Denise was leaving, and he could only have his sister in his dreams.

Denise rolled in Ellis’ arms and pushed back enough to see his face in the light from a waxing moon. “We’re both still awake,” she said, and touched his soft cock. “Talk to me until you’re ready to do it again.”

Ellis blurted out what was on his mind. “I think my sex life is going to leave when you do,” he said. “Are you sure?”

“Sure about moving? Of course,” Denise said. “Why are you worried about sex?” she asked. “There are thousands of girls at the U. Pick one. Those two freshmen—your sister’s friends that I drove home after your party—were pretty drunk, but they were eager.”

“I wouldn’t mind either of them,” Ellis said, “And I like the blond, but they’re both off limits. Elsie’s afraid that I might come between her and her friends.”

Denise fluffed the pillow and moved a little closer. “That makes sense,” she said. “I guess doing your sister’s friends is kinda taboo. I don’t have a brother, so that wasn’t a problem for me.

“Having a family all of a sudden changed things a lot for you, didn’t it?” she asked. “It seems like a lot of complications—like your mom the other night.”

“That was complicated,” Ellis admitted, then let the topic slip. He put his hand on Denise’s hip and pulled her closer while he thought. His night with Eudora had been awkward at times but mostly a success, but he wasn’t very comfortable thinking of his mother as his best option.

“Then there’s this new neighborhood of yours,” Denise said. “Aren’t girls here eager to jump into bed with the rich guy?”

“Not so far,” Ellis said. “Besides, I haven’t met any that interest me, and I don’t want to mess up that way. Things here are bad enough without me screwing somebody’s girlfriend. I’ve got to be careful.”

Ellis caught Denise’s hand and pulled it to his hardening cock. She giggled with her lips now close under his nose, and said, “If you get desperate then you can come visit me in Tennessee.”

Denise hooked her leg over Ellis hip. “Now stop talking,” she said, and she guided his cock to its target.

The night was exhausting, and the dreary morning was half gone before they woke up. Denise climbed over Ellis and sat naked on the edge of the bed. “I need to hurry a little,” she said. “If you can get us breakfast, then I can shower and we can get outa here.”

Ellis set the table with cereal, milk, toast and coffee and then watched Denise’s breasts bob when she trotted down the stairs with a towel wrapped around her hair. His eyes traveled down her sleek body and he said, “I got your clothes off the floor and left them on the couch.” His eyes traveled up again and he asked, “Would you leave them there until after breakfast? I like the view.”

“And I like the way you look at me,” Denise said and laughed. She brushed herself against Ellis to give him a peck on his cheek. “But don’t get carried away, I really need to hurry.”

Ellis watched the gray sky and the leaves that whipped along the gutters as he drove. Neither of them were dressed for wind or rain. He had two classes and a lab then an afternoon meeting with the school designers. He sniffed at himself and said—to himself more than to Denise, “I’ll skip out of the lab early. I need to shower before I meet anyone at the school district.”

“When do you meet with that priest?” Denise asked.

“Father Donnelly?” Ellis said. “That’s tomorrow afternoon. Maybe tomorrow will be better than today.”

It wasn’t. The church rose through the cold rain just a block away from Monument Square. Ellis ran from his truck to the office, and once he was inside he stamped his feet and shook water off his jacket.

The parish secretary was an obese woman who barely fit behind her desk. The name plate on her door said, ‘Mary Cruz.’ Mary was sorting through loose papers when Ellis found her. She glanced at her phone and said, “He just got off line three. I’ll take you to his office.” Ellis could have gotten there faster by himself. Mary breathed heavily and rocked side-to-side with each step.

“Keep your jacket on,” Father Donnelly said. He stepped from behind his desk, found his own coat, and pulled it on over his black suit. “The school is across the courtyard and most of it is unheated.”

Ellis didn’t have to worry about designing a program for his charter school, but it was up to him to find a facility. At the reception, he talked with Father Donnelly about using the church’s empty school. He was surprised at how quickly Father Donnelly acted, and now the white-haired man moved so fast that Ellis hurried to keep up.

“We haven’t operated a school in more than twenty years,” Father Donnelly said as they walked around the cafeteria. “We offer a free breakfast here and we use a few rooms for storage. We can’t afford more than minimal maintenance for the rest. We try to keep it secure. We fix leaks when we get around to it.”

They walked through the moldering offices and classrooms while they talked. “Has your educational plan gelled yet?” Father Donnelly asked. “At the reception it seemed like things were up in the air.”

“The school district’s charter school specialists are planning for me,” Ellis said. “I met with them yesterday and they narrowed the program down to a pre-K through fifth-grade school. I want remedial programs for adults. I may have to find another way to get that done.

“We don’t know how many parents will be interested. They say we’ll have to play it by ear. I didn’t know my money had ears.”

Ellis was disappointed by the condition of the school. They returned to Father Donnelly’s office where rainwater streamed down the office windows and the light outside faded to dusk. Ellis said, “I see a lot of needs, and I’m a rank amateur. The roof has to be beyond patching; the ceilings and some floors need to be replaced. Windows are broken. Lighting and wiring is bad, but as bad as it looks, it still has to be better than trying to remodel one of the tenements around here.

“I have money for renovation and repair, and we may be able to get grants for more. We won’t know for sure how bad it is or what it might cost until I get a school architect in to look at it and estimate, but getting the building up to code will probably stretch my budget.”

Father Donnelly spoke frankly. He sat forward with his hands clasped on his desk and said, “We’re a very poor parish. I expect you know that. If all of our parishioners tithed, we’d still be a poor parish. Your school could be a boon to us. Once the startup costs settle out, your lease could support our work. The Diocese will decide if we can let a public school use our facility. If they agree, you can expect us to cooperate in every way we can.”

Cooperation was what Ellis needed, but a change in Father Donnelly’s expression confused him. The priest sat back in his chair and stroked his chin. Ellis couldn’t tell whether he’d paused to think about something, or whether his gesture was nervous. Perhaps it was both.

“I was on the phone before you got here,” Father Donnelly said, “With a woman who called herself a Believer, but she wasn’t talking about the Catholic faith.” He watched Ellis’ face and asked, “Have you heard of the Grenville Miracles?” It was Father Donnelly’s turn to wonder about the change in Ellis’ expression.

“I have,” Ellis answered. He wanted to find out what Father Donnelly heard without giving away too much himself. “It was on TV, and it comes up in conversation now and then. What brings that up?”

“Be the events miracles or not, the Believers think someone—actually a young man and woman—were at the farm when things happened,” the priest said. “They want to know who they were. They’ve been frustrated so far and now they’re following rumors and grabbing at straws.”

Maybe it was Ellis’ expression that led Father Donnelly to be more bold. He said, “The Believers heard that someone in this neighborhood gave away ‘miracle apples’ a few weeks ago. I have no idea how that rumor would spread from here, but that was you, wasn’t it?”

Ellis rolled his eyes. The rumor probably came from Trina. She said that ‘religious girls’ at the school cafeteria were talking about ‘miracle apples.’ She could have told them, and then it somehow got back to the Believers.

Ellis’ voice was low and tense when he asked, “What did she want? What did you tell her?”

“She wanted to know where the apples came from and who gave them away. I admitted that someone gave away apples,” Father Donnelly said. “But I didn’t know where the apples came from, or who gave them away.” He waited for Ellis’ reaction then said, “If you want them to know who gave the apples away then you can tell them. By all accounts, the apples were remarkable.”

Ellis decided Father Donnelly would be more likely to keep the secret if he knew something of the truth. He said, “Orchard Spring Farm was my grandfather’s farm, and it’s held in trust for my sister and I. My sister had never been to Grenville or to the farm, so I took her out there to shop in town and for a picnic by the spring. We were there when whatever it was happened.”

He gave Father Donnelly the same story that he and Elsie concocted for the farmers then said, “We don’t know how it happened any more than anyone else; we were just closer to it when it happened. We also don’t know what the Believers will do if they find out we were there. Probably we won’t have any privacy. It’s a matter of time before they find us, but I don’t need that to happen any sooner than it has to.”

“And the apples you gave away?” the priest asked.

“We picked a few of them. The farmer who leases the orchard picked most of them. He and his wife met us at the farm house when we were leaving and gave them to us.” Ellis answered. “I gave them away so the neighbors could get to know me a little better.”

“Ah, the neighbors,” Father Donnelly said. “I’ve seen you talk with Carlos and his friends. I have to warn you, Carlos is a dangerous man. You might be playing with fire.”

Ellis wondered if Father Donnelly was right about Carlos, but that wasn’t on his mind when he got home. He needed to call Elsie and let her know that the Believers were getting close.

Elsie squealed “Ellis!” into his ear when he called then said, “I can’t talk now. We’re going into a pre-performance reception. Can I call you when I get back to my room? It’ll probably be like three hours.”

It never failed. Elsie couldn’t talk when he called, and then he spent hours anticipating her call back. Ellis made his dinner and tried to do his class reading, but the anticipation interfered. In his imagination he found his sister’s scent on his hands, and he could taste her on his lips. Her breath was warm on his ear, but she was nowhere near. She was in Columbus now.

The phone startled Ellis out of his daydream. Elsie paused after he answered, then her voice was tense and quiet as if it came from far away. “I miss you,” she said.

Ellis draped himself across the chair where a couple nights ago Denise rode him to her climax, and he told his sister, “I can smell you. I can taste you. I think I’m going crazy.”

Elsie laughed and said, “Poor you. It’s been a long day and I haven’t showered yet. But I know what you mean. It’s hard for me to think when I feel you with me.”

Ellis heard rustling in the background and imagined that Elsie was arranging herself on her bed. “It’s okay if you just called to tell me about your party or something,” she said, “But I suspect something came up.”

“What have you heard about the party?” Ellis asked.

“Just from Mom,” Elsie said. “She said the reception went well, your friends were fun and she had a good time. She seemed happy about it.”

“She was the star of the show,” Ellis said and laughed. “Does she always make herself the center of attention?”

“Mom? No. She could, but she doesn’t always want to be the star,” Elsie answered. “From what she told me I’d say the only attention she really wanted was yours.”

“She got all the attention I could give her,” Ellis said.

He was starting to feel uncomfortable with the topic, so he changed it. “I met with the parish priest this afternoon. I was at the church to look at their old school, but then he told me he got a phone call from a Believer.

“I got rid of the apples the Wagners left with us by giving them away to the neighbors. It made a kinda stir in the neighborhood. The Believers must have ears everywhere. They heard a rumor and called the priest to find out who I was. I think they’ll eventually figure it out.”

“They aren’t violent or anything, are they?” Elsie asked. “I don’t suppose they really need to be violent to make our lives miserable. Did the priest tell them anything?”

“He told them that someone gave out apples, but that was about it.” Ellis said. “I want him to stay quiet, so I told him the same story we told the farmer. We don’t have any idea how it happened.”

Ellis turned himself in the chair and slouched with his legs out in front of him. He asked, “When will I be able to touch you again? I know we can’t do it, but I need to touch you.”

Elsie caught her breath and breathed into the phone, “What I really want is sex,” she said then laughed. “Doesn’t the Holy Church of Fucking Miracles demand that we perform the Eucharist?”

Her voice got more serious, and she said, “We’ll have a break around Thanksgiving, so four more weeks, and then you can touch me and I can touch you. But I have a thing in the fall recital, and Mom and Dad want to do something for my birthday. I’ll be there, but we’ll be busy. We have a couple more stops after Thanksgiving, but I don’t even want to think about that yet.”

Ellis was about to ask about Elsie’s conquest of Luke, but she said, “I need to go. It’s later here than it is there.” She blew a kiss into her phone. “Think of me,” she said.

He couldn’t think of anything but Elsie. Ellis turned off his laptop and left his phone to charge. He turned off the lights and climbed the stairs to bed.

Somehow Ellis knew that in far-off Columbus his little sister laid back in the yellow light of the bedside lamp and thought of him. Elsie worked her fingers between her legs while her brother in far-off Quincy undressed by his bed. Somehow she knew that he stood in the moonlight with his cock gripped in one hand, and he thought of her.

Ellis climbed into bed with a sock, but in his mind he knelt beside Elsie. He kissed her lips. He inhaled by her ear and kissed her throat. He kissed her breasts, and her chest heaved with growing excitement.

Elsie, in her mind, felt her brother’s lips touch her. She felt his breath on her skin. His strong arms held her, and his teeth tugged at her nipples.

Ellis lifted Elsie’s hand from between her legs and kissed the wetness from her fingers. He guided her hand to his cock then draped her leg across his back and bent to taste her nectar. She kissed his shaft and slipped her lips around it.

Ellis wrapped Elsie’s hips in his arms and sucked her soft flesh. He pushed two fingers into her wet slit and searched with his tongue to find her hardened nub. Elsie tumbled her brother’s balls between her fingers and pumped his shaft. His cock filled her mouth, and she worked her tongue over its head and around its flared edge. They each read the others excitement in the tension of their bodies and the garbled sounds they made.

In their imaginations they reached their climax in perfect step. Elsie closed Ellis’ head between her thighs and Ellis pumped his cock in Elsie’s hands. Her orgasm started under his tongue; he felt it tighten her slit around his fingers and sweep through her body. His started between her lips and seized his body; his hot essence coursed the length of his aching cock and erupted into Elsie’s mouth, on her cheek, and her throat.

They relaxed into euphoria when they were done and held each other close until the vision faded. Elsie in Columbus laid back on the pillows and sniffed her scent from her fingers. Ellis in Quincy rolled over and dropped his sock on the floor. Their Eucharist was complete, if only in their dream.

19. Backlash

Halloween came on a Saturday night and Ellis was ready. He stood by his back door dressed like a movie cowboy, and he surveyed the new construction site while the sun dropped behind the buildings. Christine didn’t waste time getting to work. A partly-renovated apartment building on the other side of the block was remodeled to hold a construction office, training rooms and even an office for a social worker.

Christine took Ellis’ lead in reaching out to the neighborhood. She wanted to train and employ as many locals as she could, and that seemed to be working. She even shot a campaign add in front of the building to show her investment in the community. Ellis would have been more impressed if her investment didn’t date to the start of her campaign.

The neighborhood seemed to cooperate. Ellis wondered as he stepped inside how long the backlash could be delayed. The boys on the street probably weren’t going to let progress go unpunished.

But Ellis didn’t want to worry about backlash. He loved Halloween. When he was young, Nana walked him through their neighborhood to trick-or-treat, and when he got older he went from door to door with a hooligan band of friends. It was all for fun and candy.

Lisa stood up from the ice chest with a beer in her paw—she was dressed for the night as a black cat—and asked, “When are people supposed to get here?” The girls were happy to be out of the dorm, so he brought them over to help.

“I expect the trick-or-treaters should be starting pretty soon,” Ellis said and eyed Lisa’s costume. She wasn’t leaving a lot to imagination. “The party is supposed to start at nine.”

Lisa laughed at the expression on Ellis’ face and asked, “Do you think Drake’ll like this costume as much as you do?”

Nana always had a bowl of candy by the door on Halloween night. Ellis took over the duty of handing candy out to kids when Nana got too sick. Originally, that’s all he planned to do for his first Halloween night in his new apartment—set a bowl by the door and hand out candy.

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