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Kleo of the Trees: Episode 3
By Vember Judgement
Terry and Cathy remained with their back to Kleo, as she finished climbing down the tree. She quickly ran up and stood only about a few inches behind from him, giggling along the way. She failed to realize that the tips of her breasts were rubbing up against his back.
"Um Terry, can I have my towel please?" she asked politely. Her hot breath against the back of his neck drove every goose bump on full alert. Realizing he still had it wrapped around his sister's head, he quickly pulled it off, spinning her around in the process. She stood dizzy as he flung it over his shoulder.
"Thank you Terry!" Kleo said before running around to the back of the tree to put it back on. As she did so, Terry quickly faced his sister, who was still a bit loopy from the spinning.
"We gotta figure out what to do and fast. Any thoughts sis?"
"Yeah…I have a thought."
"What!?" Terry said happily.
"Never spin me like that again or I'll punch you in the balls."
After wincing at the thought, Kleo bounced back from behind the tree and walked up to the two. Terry tried not looking at her succulent body, but pretty much had no choice, being how clinging his towel was around her body. He looked at his face and found a warm, loving smile that was only for him. He waited a long time to have a girl look at him like that.
"Kleo, is it? I'm sorry, but we have less than an hour to clean the kitchen, put you in some decent clothes, and cook some food." Kleo's smile suddenly wavered.
"I'm sorry Terry, for making such a mess...I'm not that accustomed to kitchen duties..." Her eyes grew teary eyed, which surprised Terry and made him panicky.
"No, I'm not blaming you, it's that we gotta make things perfect, because my Grandma is coming!" Terry said quickly, waving his hands frantically, "She's...She's...What's the best way to put this?"
"She's a bible thumping, whiskey-swigging Three Card Monte ball buster," Cathy said bluntly. Kleo cocked her head and smiled.
"Okay, I understand...I think."
"Okay then...Listen, me and listen good girls. I'll go ahead, clean up the kitchen, and order in the food. You two go and put on something decent. And no Goth clothing, is that understood Cathy?"
"Okay, whatever..." she said under her breath. Kleo grew more confused.
"Decent clothing? Can't I wear my normal clothes?"
"Um, not to put this the wrong way, but those clothes are kinda...Bumy." Terry blurted out without thinking. Kleo pouted.
"Hey, they are really comfortable!" Kleo said, her cheeks getting red. Terry waved his hands back and forth, worried about angering her.
"I understand, but this will be sort of a formal dinner, so-"
"Oh I get it! Okay, let's go Cathy, we'll play dress up!" Kleo screamed out, grabbing Cathy by the left hand and leaving the roof deck. Before they dropped out of sight, Cathy threw a 'You owe me for this' kind of glare. Once they were gone, Terry fell to his knees and sighed.
"I should have stayed in bed today..."
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Terry just about finished cleaning up the mess Kleo made when his front door rang. Panicked that it was his grandmother, she fixed himself up and ran to the door. Thankfully, it was Wesley and Scratch, who stood staring at him with a wide-eyed wonder.
"Dude, you sure you okay? You look blown man..." Wesley said, looking over Terry with one eye narrowed. Scratch just blushed and shrugged her shoulders. Terry looked back at them and realized they weren't dressed formal enough to be to his grandmother's tastes.
"Sorry guys, my grandma is coming over for a formal dinner...I'm happy you came and all, but-"
"Oh cool ass, I like formal gigs!" Wesley said before making his way past Terry and heading for his usual rummaging for snacks in the kitchen. Terry was going to call him back when Scratch showed off a small briefcase she held with both hands.
"I...thought ahead and brought a dress, 'cause I thought we were probably going to have dinner. Plus you said...that I should wear more dresses..." Scratch said in such a low tone that Terry had a hard time hearing her. He gave her the once over, seeing she was wearing her usual farmer's overalls, combat boots and pink tie die shirt. He always wondered what she did with the salary he paid her, since she always dressed the same way. He had told her recently that she should wear a dress, because he felt she was too cute faced to be so tomboyish.
"Um, cool...You can go to Cathy's room, she's getting changed with Kleo." Scratch eyed widened for a second before putting her right fist over her mouth and looking away.
"That...homeless girl is here, right? Um...she's pretty, right?" she asked unexpectedly. Terry was confused.
"Huh? Well yeah, she's pretty, but why ask that?"
"Just wanted to know is all..." she said before scurrying off to Cathy's room. Terry shook his head and headed back into the kitchen, where he caught Wesley chomping down on a cold turkey drumstick he took from the previous night's leftovers.
"Damn dude! We don't have much time, we should get changed!" Terry said grabbing Wesley by the left arm. Wesley looked back with a confused brow, the turkey leg in his mouth.
"Yo, what's wrong with my Sean Johns?" he said, pulling the turkey drumstick from his mouth. Once they reached Terry's room, he ran over to his walk in closet and turned the lights on inside.
"You and I are about the same height, so you should be able to fit into my clothes. Go in and pick out a good suit."
"I ain't wearing no damned suit! You must be crazy yo..." Wesley said with a smile, having just stripped the meat from the bone. Terry buried his face in his hands in frustration. Last time he tried to get Wesley to wear a suit for the shoe store, it took a whole month of convincing. Wesley preferred nothing but baggy hip hop clothing.
"Come on man, my grandmother is coming over! There's no time to mess around...The last thing I need is to have her disappointed in me."
"Yo, why you all flustered over your grandma anyway? You break your back too much for that damn woman considering how she treats you and Cathy. Why you let her sweat you like that?"
"Because she's all Cathy and I have left in the family, you know that. I have to respect her." Wesley walked up and put his left arm over Terry's shoulders.
"Dude, I know a good home ya'll can put her in...You drug her, I'll put her in a wheel barrel and leave her out in front of it."
"Stop clowning around and get dressed!" Terry said, pushing the laughing Wesley in the closet. With that done, what remained was to cook dinner. Terry's heart nearly stopped. He realized that there wasn't enough time to cook. He quickly grabbed his phone book and called his grandmother's favorite soul food restaurant. It was the only 'ethnic' food she could digest', in her own words. He quickly ordered a plate of black walnut meat loaf, ginger rum-glazed ham, pan-fried rabbit and icebox lemon pies for desert. With that taken care of, he ran up to Cathy's door and knocked hard.
"You girls getting ready? Grandma's gonna get in here any minute!" he said loudly. He could here giggling inside.
"Keep your panties on, were almost ready! We're helping Kleo with her dress!" Cathy screamed from inside, the sounds of struggling heard over her voice.
"We'll be out in a second Mr. Shaw!" Scratch said in a playful manner. Terry was surprised to hear her sound so jubilant. He was about to walk away from the door, when he started to wonder what they were dressing Kleo in. With her figure and breast size, there'd be no way she could fit into any of his sisters clothes. He felt himself grow warm in thinking such things and quickly shook them from his mind. Just as he did so, there was a ring at the door. His body froze as he knew who it was. He quickly ran up ad opened the door, finding Grandma Shaw standing there, giving him the evil eye. Before Terry could say a word, she bopped him on his head with both her cane and her bible.
"Sonny, you had better have a good explanation for dressing that way?" she said, her breath reeking of cigars and whiskey. Terry scratched his head before helping her through the door. He noticed she was dressed in a lavender tuxedo. Again. The woman hasn't worn a dress since she was a child.
"I'm sorry Nana, it's been pretty hectic. I have some guests over and have been ultra busy. I'm sorry I couldn't cook tonight, so I ordered some soul food..." He expected another bop on the head, but instead found her salivating.
"Well then...Go and get into some more respectable clothing. I'll wait in the den in the meantime..." Grandma Shaw said before making her way. Terry sighed before running back to his room. Upon entering, he found Wesley in his tighty whities dancing on his bed, some over sized earphones over his ears.
"What the Hell? Hey dude, my grandma is here, and I find you not dressed and listening to hip hop?" Terry said loudly. Wesley didn't hear a word of it. He quickly ran up and tackled Wesley, the both of them landing hard on the floor by the bed.
"Dude, I'm your friend and all, but I'm not into giving you these kinds of benefits. I mean, what would my girl say?" Wesley said, smiling bug eyed. Terry found himself right on top of him and shuddered.
"Stop fooling around, we gotta get dressed, she's here!" Terry said, about to get up. His bedroom door crept open suddenly, and he looked over to find Cathy staring at the both of them strangely. She wore a red party dress, which she ruined by her wearing large bulky combat boots.
"Um...I didn't mean to disturb you two...The food is here, so, um..." Cathy said, put up her hands, and walked slowly backward out of the room.
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Terry, wearing his favorite tuxedo, finished helping Wesley get into one of his other suits before the two of them headed to the beautifully decorated den. Once they got there, they found Cathy serving some tea to Grandma Shaw, who was sitting at the tea table. Scratch sat opposite of them on the red sofa, dressed it what looked to be the type of outfit a waitress would wear in a fancy restaurant. The minute she saw Terry, she smiled. He smiled back, when he noticed that there was a person missing.
"Oh, Kleo's getting something for grandma in the kitchen," said Kathy, turning away from the table to meet him. She was always good at reading his mind it seemed. Wesley took it upon himself to walk over at sit next to Scratch, putting an arm behind her. Grandma Shaw however was giving him the evil eye again.
"Sonny boy, how come you didn't tell me you hired a maid? I could have given you access to a much better one then you have now...One that doesn't dress so sinfully,' Grandma Shaw said before sipping on her tea. Terry didn't know what she meant by that until he could feel a presence behind him. He turned to find Kleo standing there with a big smile on her face, holding a platter of fresh tea for everyone. He nearly fell over staring at the sexy gothic maid outfit she wore. He realized it was the same one his sister bought from EBAY earlier in the year, hoping she would 'grow into it' when she got older. Kleo looked absolutely sexy in it, which made Terry grow hot under the collar. She noticed his reddening face and curtsied.
"Hello, Master Shaw. Would you like some fresh Earl Grey?" she said. Terry head spun, knowing this was going to be probably the most interesting night of his life.
End of Episode Three
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Time to watch the stars die...
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