Family Ties

Family Ties Chapter Fifteen (nc-17)




Family Ties Chapter Fifteen (nc-17)

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“I think I
was expecting something different…”

Kitty
smirked at her cousin and murmured, “Wooden wagons painted with hex signs?”

“Something
like that…” Esther shrugged. “Eh.
Live and learn.”

The two cousins, Harry and Storm
stood just outside the official entrance to the Romanies’ makeshift camp, a
large conglomeration of R.V. campers, large tents and one rather oddly painted
van that, Kitty assured herself, was someone’s idea of irony. Before she could steel herself to just
wander in and start looking for familiar faces, Kitty found herself being
flattened on her back, Erika squeezing the breath out of her. “Kitty!
You’re early!” she said in a voice that bordered on a shout.

“And she’s out of breath,” Storm
pointed out, somewhat amused.

“Oh, sorry…” Erika stood and offered a hand to Kitty,
which she accepted gratefully. “Kurt
isn’t even here yet! They left early
and everything! Oh…hello…” Erika blinked up…and up…at Harry before
frowning faintly. “Um, have we met
before?”

“I don’t think so,” he said
kindly. “I’ve never even met Kitty
before today.”

“Ah…I whacked my head pretty good
earlier this year and sometimes I can’t remember people I’m supposed to or
things like that…”

She looked so sad that Kitty had a
sinking feeling about Erika’s current circus career. Glancing at Storm, she saw that the older woman had a similar
feeling. If she can’t remember basic
routines and the like, there’s no way she can get on the trapeze! And if her
head is still healing… She trailed off with a mental sigh and turned her
attention back to Erika. “So are we
allowed to come in?” Kurt had told her
some of the more important aspects of Romany life and being invited into the
living area before entering was one of the most important.

“Of course!” Erika said, but
grinned at the group. “I’ve been
waiting for Kurt to show up but he can find his way once he gets here…” She motioned for them to follow and plunged
headlong into the brightly lit campChilChildren, despite the late hour, were running between campers, playing
some loud game, doors were open to the night air and the smell of cooking
wafted across the space and, Kitty noticed faintly, someone was playing
music. Don’t get stereotypical,
she told herself sternly. Just
because they’re Rom doesn’t mean there’s some big campfire with people dancing
around…Oh…

Erika brought them to a halt on the
outer edge of a circle of people around a large campfire. Seeing the expression on Kitty’s face, she
laughed aloud. “It’s okay…the people
who come to the circus half expect some big Rom dance thing going on and
well…we kinda do like to do that sometimes.
My father’s friend is the one playing the violin. Sergei is the one with
the drum…”

Kitty blinked in the flickering
light and smiled thinly as she recognized Sergei, Piotr’s cousin, sitting on
one side of the fire, drum between his knees, grinning like a fool at someone
in the shadows. “Where’s the rest of your
family?” she asked belatedly.

“Coming this way,” Esther saisounsounding more than a little nervous.

The cadre of Wagners was
descending, already calling greetings to Kitty and Storm. In the ensuing few minutes, everyone was
lost in a cacophony of small talk and hugs, even Harry, who returned the
gestures in good grace. Finally, during
a gap in the chatter, Astrid said brightly, “Come on, you can get out oe
ne
night air in our trailer…the Coopers were kind enough to let us borrow their
daughter’s trailer. She got married to
one of the Goldsteins and moved in with him, so…” she spread her hands,
trailing off.

“Harry’s a Goldstein,” Esther said,
seeking something to add to the conversation.

Johannes peered at him through
narrowed eyes. “But not one of the Rom
Goldsteins, I take it…”

“No, sir, I’m not…I’m one of the no
good Goldsteins, according to Esther’s father, though…”

Johannes burst into laughter. “Much like any boy who looks twice at my
girls is from the no good family…”
Looping his arm around Harry’s shoulder, reaching to do so, Johannes led
the group towards a trailer set far back from the others.

Kitty and Storm straggled to take
up the rear, Storm looking somewhat worried.
“What’s wrong?”

The platinum haired woman frowned
and shook her head slightly as if to clear mental cobwebs. “Logan and the boys should have been here by
now, unless something happened…”

Kitty made a noise of
derision. “Kurt probably made him stop
at every Gut Bomb stand on the way here.
I wouldn’t worry… It’s not like anything could happen…Logan wouldn’t let
it.”

 

Kurt’s left eye was swollen nearly
shut when he staggered out of the car at the campground. His tail was throbbing faintly, the previous
sprained reawakened during the tussle with Piotr in the back seat, and his ribs
ached from a solid punch in the confines of the car. He groaned softly with the effort it took to remain upright, so
tired was he from all the wasted energy.
Logan merely glared at him and strode towards the opening in the circle
of trailers, heading only he knew where, as Piotr eased out of the backseat,
stretching nonchalantly as if the bite mark on his arm did not hurt a bit or
the bruise blossoming on his stomach was merely a shadow. “You know,” Kurt said finally, “maybe we
should call this off while we’re here…”
Piotr grunted, neither a yes or a no, and sauntered off after
Logan. “Maybe,” Kurt said to the night
air, “I should just bang my head into a wall…I’d get the same results as
talking to you…”

 

Storm saw Logan first. Kitty saw the grin spreading unbidden across
her mentor’s face and followed her gaze.
“Logan!” she shouted, waving her arms over her head. “Over here!” Storm shot her a quelling glance but did nothing to stop her from
hopping up and down, trying to get Logan’s attention.

“Is that the infamous Logan I’ve
heard so much about?” Esther asked plaintively.

“Depends…what’ve you heard?” Storm
queried, one brow arched in clear preparation to defend whatever honor she
needed to.

Esther shrugged. “Uncle Mort just said that Kitty’d taken up
with some guy named Logan and they were going to cede her guardianship to him
since they couldn’t control her anymore…” She snorted. “My uncle always had been full of shit,
pardon my French on that one…”

Storm chuckled under her
breath. “Logan is indeed Kitty’s
guardian now…I’m not sure what all your uncle told you, but you had best ask
Kitty for details on that part of her life.”

Esther nodded, watching her young
cousin hug Logan fiercely and drag him by the hand towards where they were sitting
around the fire. “I was so sad about
Ruth dying…I expected to see Kitty at the funeral. I know how close they were…when she didn’t come, I had a feeling
Mort had something to do with it.” Her
only answer as Storm’s nod as the woman stood and held out a hand to Logan in
greeting.

“Kurt’s a few minutes behind,”
Kitty explained, resuming her seat next to Esther. “Piotr…ugh…is over there with his family.” Esther followed Kitty’s pointing finger and
felt her eyes widen at the sight of the very large young man across the
way. “He’s mostly harmless,” Kitty
said, misinterpreting her cousin’s surprise for fear. Piotr did indeed look the worse for wear, with the bite mark, the
torn shirt and the finger marks on his arms.
She shuddered to think what Kurt would look like.

Katja leaned close, seeing Kitty’s
shiver, and said, “I have a sweatshirt sitting on the bed in the trailer…why
don’t you go get it?”

Kitty nodded, feeling she needed to be polite, and
traipsed towards the brightly lit trailer Katja had indicated. The sounds of the camp faded once she closed
the small door behind her and Kitty let out a long breath of exhaustion. Truth be told, she was tired beyond measure
and wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but Storm would talk to Logan for
hours if given the chance, Kitty knew, and Esther and Harry seemed to be enrapt
with the Wagners and their stories of the places the circus had been. With an inward sigh, resigning herself to at
least two more hours of visiting, Kitty found the blue sweatshirt across
Katja’s bed and tied it around her waist in a nod towards the mild chill in the
air. The door clattered open then
quickly shut behind her and she said, without turning, “Found it, Katja…”

“Found what?”

“Kurt!” she squeaked, a little
surprised. “I thought you’d go straight
to your folks outside!” She took a good
look at him, standing almost sheepishly in the doorway. “What the Hell happened to you?”

“Um…Long story…” He toed the ground, the very picture of
abject embarrassment.

“No,” she said almost sternly, “it
isn’t. You and Piotr got into it again,
didn’t you? I saw him talking to Sergei
and I saw the bite mark…”

“Sorry,” he muttered, not moving
from the doorway.

“Don’t be,” she said, just as
firmly. “If you didn’t do it, I
would’ve. Well, maybe not bitten him,
but I would’ve slapped him or something.
He’s getting on my last nerve with all this Katerina junk. He won’t get it through his thick skull…”
She trailed off and sighed. “Um…nice to
see you?” she offered belatedly.

Kurt grinned. “Katzchen,” he sighed and crossed to her in
two quick steps, the small trailer allowing for a minimum of movement. He pulled her into a kiss before she could
quite catch her breath and for a few moments, they were lost to a rather
pleasant oxygen depravation until Kitty pushed him gently away, gasping
slightly. “I saw your cousin and that
huge guy she’s with,” he murmured, kissing her chin and throat and jaw
hungrily. “I think they’re going to be
tied up out there for a bit…”

“Kurt,” she admonished, but did not
get the chance to say much else. She
let him pull her towards one of the other narrow beds and tried not to think of
whose it might be as they fell to kissing again, fingers fumbling with clothes
an a random hiss from Kurt as she accidentally sent a flare of pain shooting
from his ribs. He grasped her wrist and
moved her hand higher up his chest to rest over his beating heart and, though
she still frowned over his injury, he kissed her again and pressed her back
against the bed.

Kitty did not know quite where
Kurt’s injuries lay so she was very careful with her touch, skimming her
fingers just barely over his skin until her fairly growled at her from the
tantalizing nature of it all. Must
be all the fur, she told herself, makes it tickle or something… She lost most of her train of though as her
jeans finally fell to the floor and she felt his hard length pressing against
her, not penetrating her but rubbing against her, making her squirm with need
as she raised her hips in offering.
Kurt seemed on the verge of teasing her some more but her fingers found
the base of his tail and began tracing ever-increasing circles, scratching
lightly with her nails now and again, making him finally gave in to base
temptations. Striving to be as quiet as
possible, conscious of the proximity of dozens of people just outside the
rather thin walls of the trailer, Kitty suffered to bite down on Kurt’s
shoulder as she reached her end, starry lights trailing behind closed eyelids.
Kurt yelped in pain and Kitty nearly drew back but he pressed her down into the
mattress again, his own release incipient.
She tightened her legs around him as he filled her in climax, her name
hissed between his clenched teeth as she arched for him, begging for more even
when she was too tired for it.

Feeling only marginally guilty
about making love in his parent’s room, for that, he realized belatedly, was
the bed they had ended up on, Kurt redressed hurriedly as Kitty did the
same. “Sorry it was so rushed,” he
muttered.

“Don’t be,” she said, a bit
breathlessly. “Take time where you find
it.”

“You sound like Remy…”

“Where do you think I heard that
from?” she giggled. Once set to rights,
they slipped back out into the night holding hands, the slightly cool air
making the red flush of Kitty’s cheeks recede somewhat. They found Storm again, sitting alone,
glowering. “What’s wrong?” Kitty asked,
letting go of Kurt’s hand to sit beside the older woman. A quick glance told her Esther and Harry
were with Johannes, bent over the open hood of a pick up truck that had towed
one of the campers in, and the Wagner girls were scattered around the fire with
friends. “Is something the matter?”

Storm shook her head and thunder
rumbled faintly in the distance. “Not a
thi But But I think we should go now…tomorrow
is a long day for Esther.” Without
another word, Storm rose and strode towards the car, some distance away.

“What on Earth….” Kitty began, but
Kurt’s hand clasped her wrist tightly, cutting her off.

“Logan,” he said under his breath
glaring at some spot several yards away, “and my mother…”