(There’s a special bond between my babies and Mummy, a genuine grandmother and granddaughter connection, as deep and loving as the bond between her and little Jamie and Laura, and Bethany’s two, Ryan and Jodie, who looks so much like Nia it’s uncanny. My own little Nia knows when she’s going to Mummy-Anh’s house; she won’t settle-down until she’s cradled in the hollow of her nana’s neck, or perched on her hip, and once she’s with Mummy-Anh, she’ll sleep the day away; she knows she’s safe and with family.)
I herded Mark into the bedroom (without too much resistance, I have to say; poor boy really was exhausted…) and watched him shed his clothes and climb gratefully between the sheets.
“You’ll wake me for dinner, promise?” he asked, and I nodded. I had already cooked dinner; it was keeping warm in the oven, so he could snooze as long as he wanted, which should take the edge off that exhaustion I could see in his eyes. I kissed him and watched him slide under the covers with a grateful sigh; 10 seconds later he was out like a light.
The girls were in their room, supposedly having a nap, but after a while I got to wondering why one of them hadn’t come wandering out looking for something or other; my two little girls seem to thrive on a night of broken sleep; it seems like every hour they’re waking me up for something, but I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them for nearly an hour now, and when I looked in, their cots were empty.
I immediately checked our room, and there they were, fast asleep, Markie cuddled up against her daddy, lying on her tummy with her little bottom stuck in the air, and Nia lying in the crook of his arm, with their daddy’s arm wrapped protectively around both of them. I paused to wonder how, at only 13 months, Nia had managed to climb up there as well, but when it came to snuggling with her daddy, no barrier was too high.
I smiled, and, I’ll admit it, my eyes welled-up at the sight of my perfect family; three bright golden heads in a row, all sweetly asleep. We took the long way round, and we both took a lot of hurt, but we got here eventually. I went back down to the kitchen and turned off the oven; Mark was so deeply asleep it would be cruel to wake him, and the girls had their daddy, so they’d stay quiet all night. I grinned wistfully at the lost opportunity and got a duvet from the airing cupboard; it looked like a night in the spare bedroom for me…
A finger gently tracing the outline of my nipple woke me up, and there was Mark, looking young, tousled, delicious, and wide-awake, with that beautiful, sexy grin of his, the one that used to make all my work colleagues go weak at the knees, that bang of golden hair falling down over his eye, and that light in his eyes.
“Hello, my golden-haired little sex-elf!” he whispered, running his finger down my abdomen and back up between my breasts to scratch my chin. I smiled at his private nickname for me, and he knelt down by the bed to kiss me.
“I put the girls back in Markie’s bed; they’re both sound asleep; so, Tink, you wanna play?” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers up and down my spine. Did I? What a stupid question!
He saw the answer in my eyes, so picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into our room, where he laid me down on our bed, at the same time sliding off my panties as I tugged off the T-shirt of his I was wearing. I smiled happily at the sight of his shapely, muscular body, all the weight he’d lost from his ordeal with our crazy mother now back on him, and he looked fit, tanned and gorgeous. He went to slip off his shorts but I batted his hands away; this was my job!
I slid his shorts down, and his thick cock sprang out, thicker than I could get my whole hand around, nearly eight inches of solid, meaty goodness, all ready to take me to the best places in the world. I felt my pussy twitch in anticipation, a sense of warmth pervading that whole area, and I knew my labia were swelling and engorging, ready for him to shove that big thing of his into me!
First things first, though. Mark pulled me up to kiss me again, then gently pushed me back down, slipping his hands under my thighs to urge them open and then squeeze my bum-cheeks as he lowered his head to kiss and lap at my seeping slit. I writhed and sighed as his probing tongue licked me from my bum-hole to my clitoris, still hooded but I could feel it stiffening as he sexed me up, and when he slipped his finger into me while licking my clit, I nearly passed-out with the sensation. Mark knows exactly what to do to turn me into a sexed-up, quivering mass of jelly, and he proceeded to do just that.
His fingers and tongue probed and rubbed, licked and kissed, while I literally saw stars as waves of pleasure raced and crashed through me, each one bigger than the last, battering me with increasing pleasure, until at last, the tension building inside me couldn’t contain itself, and when he pushed his tongue between my labia and simultaneously rammed his middle finger up into my bum, I came in a supernova of pleasure, pulling a pillow over my face to muffle my shriek as Mark once more took me to the heights, his tongue and talented fingers doing things to me that I could never describe, only ever crave.
The thunder of blood in my ears finally died away and I relaxed my death-grip on the pillow, allowing Mark to pull it away and pull my naked body against his.
“Jeez Tink, you must have really needed that!” he grinned, bending forward to kiss me, his tongue twining with mine as we kissed hard enough to leave bruises. Making love to Mark is, for me, the pinnacle of achievement, my reward to myself for having lost him for so long. The only man for me, the only one who could ever be for me, is my big brother, my darling Mark.
As we kissed, I could feel his hardness bumping me, so I nipped his lip while grabbing that thing, squeezing him to watch the expression on his face, the look in his eyes.
“What are you planning on doing with this thing, then?” I taunted him, knowing full well what I wanted to do, and Mark, playing along with that beautiful grin on his face, straddled me, shuffling up along me until his cock-head was level with my face.