I licked, sucked and nibbled her delicious pussy as she rubbed herself over my mouth, and when I licked and then poked my tongue into her shell-pink little bum hole, she screamed my name as she came in a shattering orgasm. Her whole body shuddered as she pounded and rubbed herself frenziedly against me, and a warm gush of sweet, salty, tangy, musky nectar filled my mouth.
Her orgasm rolled on, her pussy convulsing against my mouth as wave after wave engulfed her until she slumped back down, her head thrown back and her face and neck flushed, perspiration beading her forehead. A pulse beat strongly, rapidly, in the base of her throat as her heart raced, and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath.
Lena opened her eyes and smiled blurrily at me, holding out her open arms in invitation, and I slid back up level with her, quickly wiping my face and chin on the bed sheet as I did so.
“Wow, Darryl, that was… amazing!” she grinned, “If I’d known you were that good, I’d have climbed on your face years ago!”
I kissed her on the tip of her sexy little nose.
“All in a day’s work, I assure you, Miss Morgan!” I quipped, watching the answering twinkle in her eye as she reached up and gently nipped my chin with her white, even teeth.
“Thank you, Darryl! I love you, baby!” she murmured, briefly kissing me once on the lips before slotting her head into the angle of my head and neck, and sighing as she fitted herself against me.
I rubbed her soft warm back.
“I love you too, Angel Eyes!” I whispered, and kissed her lips gently as she stretched sleepily against me.
Lena was fast asleep, and I nearly was too, when there was a soft knock at my door. Perhaps I should explain a little at this point. The downstairs maisonette had it’s own front door, and we shared a communal street door with a keypad entry device; only people who’d been given the code could use it to come in, and then they would have to knock on one or other of the inner front doors, depending on who they were visiting; it was done that way to keep random intruders out and prevent tramps from dossing in the downstairs hallway, so whoever was knocking had the entry code, probably one of my pals from St. George’s.
I staggered out of bed, still half-asleep, managing to slip on a pair of shorts and weave my way over to the front door. I pulled it open fully expecting to see one of my friends, but there outside the door, looking apprehensive and somehow smaller than I remembered, was mum.
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Bad news leads to big changes for Lena and Darryl.
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I staggered out of bed, still half-asleep, to answer the knock at my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I thought it might be a friend from St George’s, just around the corner. I managed to slip on a pair of shorts in my partially asleep state and weave my way over to the front door. I pulled it open fully expecting to see one of my friends, and winding-up to give them a mouthful, but there outside the door, looking apprehensive and somehow smaller than I remembered, almost huddled, was mum.
I came awake immediately.
“What are you doing here… mum?” I asked flatly, trying not to respond to the instinctual rush of remembered feeling as I saw her, wanting and needing her, but the need overshadowed by the memory of how she and dad had excised me from their family with just a few words; I didn’t hate her, but I was still hurting, and I didn’t want to let that go, not yet.
She started when I said that, and her eyes filled, and I immediately dropped my eyes; I didn’t want her to see my need for her in my eyes, all I wanted was for her to feel as lost as I did, just share what it felt like for a few seconds, but I couldn’t…
I stepped aside.
“You’d better come in. Lena’s asleep; I’ll get her if you want…?”
She sat down and looked at me as I sat opposite her, her lip quivering.
“Darryl, please come home, both of you. Your father misses you dreadfully, he has so much to say, to tell you…”
I cut her short.
“But he’s not my father, is he? And you’re not my mother, and apparently that’s not my home. I am home, here, mum, this is the reality for me now!”
Now she was crying, and I had to put an end to this; I didn’t want to make her cry, just make her understand how far she’d cast me adrift; it didn’t work though, all I could see was my mum crying, and it wrenched at my heart. I thought we’d said all there was to say, and I was still too angry and hurt to let the feeling of being in free-fall go just yet, much as I hated it; she’d done that to me, she was nothing to me, she wasn’t even a part of my family, no relation at all, I told myself, not believing a word of it. I tried to believe that letting her in had been a mistake, yet why did I feel so glad to see her, and so bad about trying to let her go?
“You shouldn’t have come here, I can’t have you here. All you’re doing is reminding me that everything I thought was mine is gone; can’t you see that? Please go, just leave me alone. That’s what I am now, and all you’re doing is reminding me of that. I’ll wake Lena now, and you can ask her to go back with you; I’m not keeping her here against her will, but I won’t ask her to go, either.”
With that I got up and walked into the bedroom, intending to waken Lena and tell her that her mother was here. She was already awake, sitting up in bed with the covers pulled up around her, her eyes big and concerned.
“Darryl, I heard what you said; I will never leave you alone, ever; you need to know that!”
I smiled and sat down to hug her, then hauled her bag up on the bed and rummaged through her stuff until I found a long T-shirt like the one she’d slept in that first night.
“Here, put this on, princess, and come out and talk to her, she’s come a long way to see you!”
Lena took the shirt from me and hugged me, before tugging it over her head and pulling it down.
“There, that’s as dressed as I’m getting; she can see me like this!” she grinned, pulling me close for a quick, heartfelt kiss before sliding off the bed.
I grinned back at her expression and took her hand to lead her out into the living room.
Mum went to hug Lena when she came out behind me, but Lena pulled back and away from her, instead pulling herself close to me with her arm around my waist. Mum looked hurt at that, but Lena had that expression on her face, the ‘stay away’ look she had when she was angry, one that mum knew only too well.
“Lena, your father and I, we… we miss you both, we waited so long for you to come home, both of you! Please, why don’t you and Darryl come home, now, with me?”
Lena looked scornfully at her.
“Why would we do that? So you can tell Darryl all over again how his mother abandoned him, how you didn’t want him enough to make him yours, that he was just ‘Left-Luggage’?”
She was still really angry, so I wisely decided to say nothing.
“You should go now, mum; Darryl needs his family, and right now, that’s me. You and dad never wanted him; if you had, you’d have adopted him when he was a child, or let him know who he really was, or just kept quiet forever and let him be your son. You could have told him the truth long ago, when he was still just a little boy, let him know who he really was, who you really were, but you didn’t, you kept him around, you let him believe he was your son, and then you took it all away just like that!” She punctuated her sentence with a snap of her fingers.
“He thought you were his parents and he loved you with all his heart; why didn’t you have at least that much for him? Go away, mum, I need my brother, and he needs me, and neither of us needs you!”
She slid her arms even tighter around me, and her head rested in the hollow of my neck. Mum could see that she was wearing only that thin cotton tee shirt, and I could see the suspicion forming in her eyes.
She cast around, her eyes lighting on the open door to the second bedroom, where she could see a jumble of exercise equipment and a desk and large bureau, but no bed. There was no sign that the couch had been used to sleep on, only the rumpled bed visible through the part-open door to the bedroom.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Lena, where did you sleep last night? And the night before?” she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.
Lena looked at her, smiled sweetly, and answered “None of your damned business! What are you implying… mother?”
That tone was back in her voice; she was angry again, the sweet smile on her face falling away as the anger blazed through.
Mum recoiled from that, her eyes suddenly almost afraid.
“Please Lena, please don’t tell me you… and Darryl… no, you didn’t..!”
Lena smiled acidly at her.
“And if I did? For the record, I’m not admitting anything, but so what if I did? What’s it to you? After all, I’m over 18, and it’s not like he’s my brother, you told me he’s not my brother, in fact you made it quite clear he’s not my brother at all…!”
Mum looked shocked, and a little sick.
“Don’t say that! He is your brother… Oh Lena, what have you done, both of you? Darryl’s your brother…!” she whispered, her voice shocked and horrified.
Lena smiled maliciously at her.
“Darryl, go make some coffee, there’s a darling. Mum, sit down, you’ve got some listening to do, so pin back your ears. Darryl, go!”
I wanted to hear this, if only to hear Lena in full flow, she did it so well…
I wasn’t interested in seeing mum squirm; to tell the truth, now that the shock and loss had eased a little, I missed her, desperately, and seeing her this morning had stirred up all the feelings I’d had for her before this… thing had dropped on me. But my mum was gone, and this person was left behind; she still looked just like my mum, though; the only thing that had changed was that now I knew she was nothing to me, but that didn’t stop me desperately wanting her back, for none of this to have happened, for my mum and dad to be my mum and dad again, for this nightmare to be erased, to have never happened…
But I knew well that tone in Lena’s voice, so I went. While I pottered around in the tiny kitchen, trying to find reasons to stay in there and not face mum or hear what Lena had to say, I nevertheless strained to listen to every word; it was the classic ‘attraction/repulsion’ thing I’d studied during long boring nights on-call.
“Sit, mum!” I heard her say, the anger even more evident in her voice now I couldn’t see her face.
“You are going to tell me one thing, that’s all. Why? Why did you have to destroy Darryl’s life so completely? Why can’t you understand what you’ve done? Why did you have to tell him I wasn’t his sister, that I’m some kind of aunt? I loved being his little sister, he was my big brother and I was his best friend. Now I’m not his sister any more, how is he supposed to think of me; as his ‘auntie’? What did we ever do to you that you had to do this to us? I know how easy it is to hurt him, I’ve always known, that’s why I never did, and I never will; all he ever had was you and dad and me, and you took that away from him without hesitation; his family was the most important thing in his life, didn’t you know that? Now you’ve gone and broken it up, and I don’t know how to put it right, so I’ve had to put him back together a different way!”
“I suppose I should thank you, but it was only possible because you broke his heart, and all that loss and pain is still in there, all jumbled about! Do you remember when he was a boy, and he thought he’d lost us? He nearly died, he tried to kill himself because he thought he’d lost everything, and now he really has! I’m here so I can keep him safe, but why are you here? Why did you need to hurt him so? Answer me, mum!”
I could hear the tears in Lena’s voice, but I could also hear mum crying softly, and a huge part of me wanted to rush out there and just hold her, to beg her pardon on bended knee for being such a petulant prick, but I had to know what was so all-fired important that they had to drive a wrecking ball right through Lena’s life, and mine.
Eventually mum stopped crying.
“Lena, we told Darryl because he needs to know; your dad and I are planning on going away soon, and we’re not coming back. Dad is not well, he’s not well at all, and his doctors want him to leave England, the cold and damp are just making him worse…”