AS I squeezed and rolled her nipples under mypalms, her efforts redoubled, her breath hitching and panting now as she pounded against me, while I grimly held on to my last shreds of self-control, willing myself not to come until she’d climaxed. Suddenly she was there, her head lolling forward as she groaned and shuddered, her pussy convulsing around me.
That was it; I couldn’t take any more, and I came like a runaway freight train, the spunk shooting out of me in an endless spray with such force I nearly passed-out from the shock of it, crying out in my extremity. I could feel my toes curling with the intensity of my orgasm, every muscle in my body strained and tensed as my body drained itself into her.
Lena slumped down on my chest, gasping and shivering, our bodies glued to each other by the heat and sweat of our encounter. Lena lay motionless as the aftershocks and tremors had died away, and then kissed me once, just above my heart.
“Well Dar, that filled me up, no mistake! If I wasn’t pregnant before, I bloody well am now!”
She giggled and lay back down, and I grinned, my hands sliding down her sleek back to hold and cup her shapely rump, absently squeezing and kneading the pneumatic cheeks while I enjoyed the moment of post-coital happiness and relaxation, the ‘after-glow’. My thoughts turned to what Elizabeth would say, and developing a game plan to head Lena off just in case she decided to launch a banzai attack on “Lizzie”, but I also wanted to just lie there for a while and savour the feeling of Lena lying prone on me, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine, and the tempting, delicious ripeness of the lovely apple bottom I was clutching so lovingly.
I was just starting to mellow out, and probably doze-off when I turned my head and saw the clock on the nightstand.
“Lena, up, come on, it’s gone three o’clock; your sister will be here soon!”
Lena jerked awake, her gunslinger reflexes when abruptly woken coming to the fore.
“Wha’? Where? Wassamatter? Oh Darryl, I’m tired go ‘way!” she muttered, planting her head back on my chest and sighing as her arms tightened around me.
I smacked her rump.
“Up! We need showers, the Famous Disappearing Mother’s going to be here soon, get a move on! Don’t you want to see your sister?”
Lena stirred again, and opened one eye.
“She’s not my sister, and she’s not your mother either; tell her to fuck off, ‘m not interested! Now go ‘way, ‘m tired!”
I grinned again.
“I thought you wanted to give her a piece of your mind! Sure you can you spare any?”
Her eyes snapped open.
“What did you just say?”
I rolled her off me and kissed her.
“There, I thought that would wake you up! Now, come and have a shower, she’s going to be here in less that forty-five minutes and we haven’t got time for one of your four-hour showers, so get weaving! You do my back; I’ll do yours! And no funny business, OK?”
Lena grabbed hold of my flaccid cock and rubbed the end lightly but meaningfully with her manicured thumbnail.
“After she’s gone, I want a word with you about that crack just now, got it, mister?”
I kissed the end of her nose.
“Yours to command, Angel-May, yours to command! Now move it!”
With me chivvying her along, Lena managed to take a shower and dry-off in less than 30 minutes, which had to have been some kind of record given the production number she normally makes of it, and was sitting downstairs with me well before 4 o’clock rolled around; or, to be more accurate, I was sitting; Lena was pacing around like a caged tiger, tense and anxious, back and forth across the room, driving me crazy, but I knew better than to say anything.
4 o’clock came and went, and still no sign of them. Lena had put a sign on the front door ‘Door is open, come in’, not wanting ‘Lizzie’ to ambush me in the hallway without her firmly by her side.
Lena began to get impatient.
“Look, Dar, it’s already ten past four, I don’t think she’s coming, she could at least have…!”
At that very second, the front door opened.
“Hello?” we heard Emma call out, “Anyone here?”
“In the sitting room, we’re both here, come on in!” called back Lena, standing close to me, her hand in mine.
Emma came in the room, taking in the two of us standing there, Lena tense and nervous, with me much more relaxed, nodded, and stepped aside to usher the other woman with her into the room.
I gasped in shock; it was Lena, or at least Lena in 20 years! Dark auburn, to be sure, but the same porcelain skin, the same dazzling blue eyes, the same jaw-line; there was no mistaking the fact that they were sisters, even if separated by almost a generation.
Emma spoke first.
“Darryl, Lena, this is Lizzie Daniels. Lizzie, meet Darryl, and… your sister, Lena.”
Lena nodded, hostility beginning to flare in her eyes, and I had to squeeze her hand warningly, reminding her to wait until you have an idea how well-armed the other side is before touching off a fire-fight…
Lizzie smiled at us, looking even more like Lena.
“Hello Darryl!” she said, and I started; she sounded so much like Lena it was weird…
She came forward and held her hand out, and I automatically, instinctively, took it, shaking it twice, formally and letting go. She turned to Lena and held out her hand.
“Lena, hello, my name’s Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie. You have a lovely name!”
Lena ignored her hand.
“It’s not my name, that’s just what my family calls me. You can call me Marlene!”
Ouch…
Lizzie smiled again, only this time there was a brittle quality to it.
“Well, that’s a lovely name too! Are you Maureen’s daughter?”
Lena nodded and turned away to sit down. I indicated a seat, and the two women seated themselves.
Lizzie went first.
“Darryl, Emma told me how much you look like your… like Robbie, and it’s true; you’re almost the image of him! I was quite startled when I saw you, it was almost like he was in the room!”
Her eyes were glittering with unshed tears, something Lena saw too.
“Why are you here?” she asked in the sudden silence, “Daddy’s not here anymore, and I’ve got nothing for you, Darryl’s not your son, you threw that away, what did you come back here for? Why now?”
Lizzie grinned.
“Okay, that was to the point! It turns out a friend of a friend worked with dad and mentioned in passing that he’d retired, and I decided that enough was enough, I’d avoided coming back for long enough, it was now or never. I wanted to apologise, and before you say anything, I know, it was a long time coming, long overdue in fact, but the truth is, I was too ashamed to come back here, then I was too afraid he’d turn me away for staying away so long, and finally I just didn’t know how. I want to make my peace with my dad, tell him I’m sorry, and ask him to try and forgive me for being so weak. My kids are asking about the rest of their family, I would like to be able to tell them about dad, Darryl, you, if you’ll let me, but I’ll understand if you tell me to get lost.”
Lena looked as though she was going to take her at her word, then subsided and glanced at me, silently asking me to tell Lizzie about dad, her father. I put my arm around Lena and looked over at Elizabeth, my birth-mother, feeling no connection, no abandonment or sense of loss, just sympathy for this woman who was finally trying to clean up her past mistakes.
“I don’t know what to call you, so I’ll call you Lizzie. Dad and mum have gone to Cyprus, the hot dry climate will help him, and his doctor recommended that he go.”
Lizzie looked puzzled.
“What’s wrong, why did he have to go to Cyprus?”
I looked at Lena, who nodded, obviously not trusting herself to speak.
“Dad’s dying. He has a form of pneumoconiosis, his lungs are losing function, and his heart is damaged. The prognosis is good in the short term, but medium to long term… it’s not good, not good at all; he’s deteriorating, and it’s not going to be easy.”
Lizzie looked stricken.
“He’s… dying? How… how long?”
I looked at the floor, at Lena, anywhere except her face, so much like my own darling Lena.
“He’s been sick for a long time now, but he only told me just before they left. He hasn’t got too much time left, a year, maybe a little longer, eighteen months at the outside. He left six weeks ago, he and mum bought a place out there, and mum has a job at the hospital there, they provide all his specialist care. They’re doing it their way, the way they want to do it, he’s happy, they’re both happy.”
Lizzie looked like she was about to cry, and I felt myself empathising with her; much as I wanted to dislike and disown this woman, I couldn’t do it; she was just too much like Lena; just without the depth and breadth of character my Lena displayed, I told myself; she’d been weak and easily led, she allowed herself to be a party animal because she couldn’t be a parent, but I couldn’t hate her for that; I didn’t know that I would have reacted any differently if I’d been in her shoes, and I’d done enough judging in recent times to last me a lifetime. Emma was right; it had been a different time, another world a long way away and a long time ago from the one we lived in now, and I had no right, or inclination, to judge her. I had never had her to miss her, mum had been there, and she was my mum, not this person sitting here with us.
Now the tears rolled slowly down her cheeks, and Lena stirred, her eyes flashing as her face paled.
“Don’t you dare do that, you don’t get to do that! You’ve had twenty-five years to let daddy know he did nothing wrong, that it wasn’t his fault, that you just wanted to screw around, and yet it was just too much trouble. You could have picked up a phone, you could have written a letter, but no, you just let him stew, wondering what he did that was so wrong it drove his daughter away, letting him blame himself for nothing, dumping your baby with him and boogieing out the door without a backwards glance, just so you could go off and be freak of the week!”
Lena paused to draw breath, her eyes spitting sparks and her nostrils flared as she stared at her sister, and when she spoke again, her voice was low and throbbing with anger.