“No, thank you, Lena. I finally worked out who I really am; I’m your husband, I’m David and Mo-Mo’s daddy, and, when you need him, I’m your big brother too. I almost lost you once, Lena, because I was too stupid and immature to listen to what you were trying to tell me. I’ll never let anything come between us again, and so, when you need your big brother to scare away the monsters, or to be your best friend again, or to fuck you rigid, he’ll be there, I promise.”
Lena’s eyes filled, two big tears running down her cheeks even as she smiled happily at me.
“Even if you are my big brother, I’m so glad I married you!” she chuckled, laying her head on my chest as I hugged her to me.
It was wonderful to just lie there, naked, uninhibited, no chance of the children wandering in and seeing us ‘au naturelle’, no getting up to sort out feeds, drinks of water, lost teddy-bears, or any one of the hundred and one things that made up the rattle and hum of our daily lives; tonight it was my darling girl and me, alone and at peace, basking in each others’ full attention.
I was just beginning to doze when Lena’s fingers drummed on my chest.
“Dar, I almost forgot, there was something I wanted to tell you; Emma dropped-by this morning. She had a day off, so we took the kids for a stroll through The Birdcage, had a coffee, you know, the usual. Anyway, when we got back, I started lunch while she put the kids down for their naps, and I came in to ask her something, and she had Mo-Mo and she was staring at her; poor thing, she was crying. Of course I asked her what was wrong, and at first she was all dismissive, she wouldn’t say anything, then it all came out in a rush; she was remembering holding your cousin Julie just like that; apparently Mo-Mo looks like Julie at that age, the last time she saw her, the same smile, everything, and it brought it all back for her; how she thinks she didn’t do enough to get Julie and Mark away from your aunt Sandra, and how worried she was that something had happened to both those kids, and if it had, it would all be her fault for not trying hard enough to get them somewhere safe.”
Lena paused, her eyes far away as she gathered her thoughts.
“Of course I told her it was all nonsense, that I knew she would have done her best to help them, but she wouldn’t have it. Dar, you promised her one day you’d try and find out what happened to Julie and Mark. They’re your family; maybe they need help, or maybe they’re beyond help now, God forbid. Either way, Emma needs to know; they’re her family too, and she’s carried this around for over twenty years now, and it’s too much guilt for her to carry around; she tried; now I think it’s time we started trying, too. We need to start making some enquiries, some sort of effort to find those kids; Emma’s done so much for us, for you; this is the least we can do for her.”
I find it impossible to refuse Lena anything; she knows this, so makes a point of never asking me to do things for her; for her to ask me this showed just how concerned she was for Emma, bless her, so of course what could I do but agree? Besides, she was right; I owed Emma that much, at least; apart from my other aunt all the way over in Sydney, Australia, Emma was the only family I had on my father’s side, my biological father’s younger sister, and an important part of my family.
I smiled at Lena, and kissed her once more for being so thoughtful.
“I’ll give Georgie Patterson a ring in the morning. You remember her, don’t you? She studied for the Intercollegiate with me. She’s the Paediatric Registrar over at St George’s now, which is the last place we know for certain Julie was; Georgie’s mum is Custodian of Patient Records there, too, and Georgie’s a good friend, I know she’ll help if I ask her. She’ll have to work on her mum for me, though, because I hope you’re aware, young lady, patient records are confidential and sealed under the Data Protection Act. Maybe she can ‘accidentally’ dig-out an address, somewhere to jump-off from. It’s all I can think of right now, but I don’t know where else to begin.”
Lena slid herself on top of me, holding my face between both hands so she could kiss me.
“Thank you Dar, this will mean so much to Emma!” she breathed, wriggling on top of me in a way that started all kinds of other interesting things happening. My hands found themselves clutching her deliciously firm, jiggly little bottom, their favourite resting-place, and Lena’s wriggling became more concerted, our sexes rubbing together and becoming excited again. Lena lifted her head to look me in the eyes, the look in her own eyes mysterious and sultry.
“Dar, I wasn’t joking about a baby, you know…” she murmured, gently grinding and rubbing against me.
I grinned back at her as I pulled her even tighter against me, Lena gasping as my now fully erect cock pressed against her still-swollen pussy.
“I know, baby sister, I know… and, just for the record, neither was I…” I murmured as I slowly pushed into her once again, taking full advantage of the opportunity to fuck my little sister all over again.
*
JULIE:
Mark seemed to have forgotten about his unsettling encounter the following morning; when he arrived back from Mummy-Anh’s house, he found me freshly-showered and cooking breakfast, which he ate with gusto, while completely neglecting to tell me he’d already had breakfast at Mummy-Anh’s house; she believes that food is a sacrament, and sharing is a duty, so anyone who walks into her house invariably gets a loaded plate thrust at them and an injunction to “eat, eat, it is good for you, you are so thin, please to eat, now!” Dada Morrison had gotten used to seeing the postman, the milkman, the newspaper boy, and, on one memorable occasion, some bloke whose parrot had escaped and flown into their back-garden, sitting at the kitchen table and stuffing Mummy-Anh’s wonderful cooking into their faces.
Mark, of course, like that other walking stomach, Jamie, never says no to a plate of grub, and, as he’d skipped dinner the night before, I let him off the hook this time, but with a stern injunction not to go scrounging at Mummy-Anh’s, which he’ll ignore, of course. But for now, he was stuffed, the kids were with their grandparents, and I had my golden-haired hunk to myself for the next few hours, while Mummy-Anh walked around with Nia on her hip, both of them yakking away in Vietnamese, while Markie and little Jamie and Laura, Nia’s twins, used Dada Morrison as an impromptu climbing-frame, hobby-horse, bouncy-castle, and occasional garden-swing.