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Everyone had adjustments to make to the new situation, but Evan is afraid the children just don't like him, and he isn't sure what to do about it. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Then go visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!Super Trooper #49 (11.4)
The first couple of weeks after becoming a family was spent in adjusting to the new situation. Some adjustments were easier than others, Evan found. He and Chan had had their own routines, but these were gone now, naturally. Although some things were similar, such as meals. They still shared the cooking duties, although Chan was by far the better chef. An opinion which was born out by his siblings, who seemed less than enthusiastic when Evan cooked. In all fairness, Evan had done little cooking for himself prior to meeting Chan, other than grilling when the mood hit him. Even so, he was trying to please their palates, just not succeeding very well.
Chan and Evan didn’t work the same hours. Well, Chan did, but Evan’s schedule tended to change. Sometimes he worked into the evening, or over the weekend, and was off during the week. On those days, he would stay home with Madhu, instead of Denise. At least that was the plan. But after she cried pitifully when left alone with him, he found himself calling the babysitter, who rushed right over. Evan didn’t know what he was doing wrong, but he didn’t want to upset the little girl. She’d just lost her parents and still didn’t understand why her whole world had changed. He didn’t want to add to the problem.
Every day, Laksha and Kamal walked home together from school, a few short blocks away. Once inside the house, Kamal would toss his backpack into his room, grab a snack and run off to play with one of his friends while Laksha studied. When Evan expressed an interest in knowing where he was going, Kamal informed him that it was none of Evan’s business, he wasn’t his father. Before Evan could react, he’d run out the door. He glanced uncertainly at Laksha, but the young girl only shrugged, as if to say not her problem, then picked up Madhu, who was tugging at her skirt, and carried her into the kitchen.
Evan debated telling Chan about what had happened but decided his lover didn’t need the added pressure. He would just have to figure things out for himself. Hopefully the children would not act up forever. Or for very much longer.
One night Evan decided to try his hand at making curry, hoping to please everyone. He found a recipe online, and luckily they had all the ingredients on hand. He grilled pork chops with it, and asparagus. Chan declared it delicious, and Laksha seemed to like it as well. But Kamal only played with his food for a while then asked to be excused and wanted to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Chan started to say no, but then gave in and agreed. Madhu picked at her rice quietly.
“I’m sorry,” Evan apologized later, when they were alone in bed. Not the way he’d wanted the evening to go, not at all.
“For what?” Chan asked, stretching his arms and legs, and then his neck until it popped and he relaxed. “Dinner was great, I promise. Thank you for that.” He kissed Evan softly and patted his cheek. “Things are different for them, that’s all. They’ll adjust. I promise.”
Evan wasn’t so sure, but he wasn’t about to express his doubts or add to Chan’s stress in anyway. So he nodded his agreement instead and buried his misgivings. Turning to face Chan, he laid one hand upon Chan’s slim hip—since moving into the house, they’d begun wearing sleep pants rather than sleeping in the nude as they had before—and began to stroke his leg, wanting Chan so badly he could taste it. Chan meant the world to him and he wanted to show him just how much.
Sliding his hand beneath Chan’s waistband, he was gratified to find that Chan greatly desired him as well. He cupped Chan’s erection, caressing his warm length, as Chan scooted closer to him to facilitate his reach.
“What did you have in mind?” Chan teased, his fingers stroking the faint stubble on Evan’s jaw.
“You, of course,” Evan replied before he claimed Chan’s lips. He tightened his grasp of Chan’s cock and began to slowly pump it.
“Chan!” An imperious voice broke into the moment. Evan recognized it immediately as belonging to Kamal. Maybe if they kept quiet…
But no, as a few seconds later, “Chan, I’m thirsty,” could be heard as well as the rattling of their doorknob. Evan wasn’t worried as he knew the door was locked, for their privacy, but even so…
“I’ll get him a glass of water and be right back,” Chan promised. “Okay?” He looked so anxious that Evan could do no less than agree.
“I’ll be right here,” he replied.
“Sorry,” Chan murmured. He rolled from the bed, adjusting himself as he did, and threw on a robe before answering the door. Just then a wail sounded from down the hall. Madhu was crying.
The mood was broken now. Evan sighed and got up, to see if he could help in anyway. Somehow he doubted that he was wanted by any of them, though.
to be continued
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