Lena smiled at the compliment, once again that serene, enigmatic smile straight from the lips of a Caravaggio Madonna.
“And you smell nice too, Dar, your morning smell is delicious. Now come closer and play with me, big brother!”
Ah, so that was what she wanted; good, so did I; I think I wanted my little sister right now as well.
Lena grinned as I slid closer to her, my hands sliding over her, touching, caressing, squeezing, enjoying the warm vitality of the beautiful girl I married. I gently urged her over onto her back, so I could kiss and nibble her properly. Lena sighed as my lips fastened lightly on her nipple, her sighs deepening as I began to rub the little nub, feeling it grow firmer and longer as I sucked and nibbled. I slid across to do the same to the other, Lena giggling softly amid her sighs as I nibbled and tickled her, before kissing my way down her sleek abdomen and flat tummy, to swirl my tongue-tip in her navel, something that always seems to give her a jolt, and this time was no exception.
“Ooohh, Dar, ooh!” she gasped, winking at me as I looked up at her with a grin on my face. I continued kissing and licking her flat belly, moving ever downwards, until my tongue brushed the apex of her waxed slit, making her jump and sigh again.
“Darryl…” she whispered, her voice midway between a groan and a caress, causing me to delve deeper between her thighs, licking and tasting her as her pussy lips flowered open under my tongue. I could feel her labia getting warmer as they engorged, and my head swam with the nearness of her, her sweet, earthy, tangy aroma, and the taste of her on my tongue.
“Wait Dar…” she murmured, sliding away from me, kneeling up instead to smile naughtily at me.
“Like this, Stud-Muffin!” she grinned, straddling me with her back to me. I twigged right away what she wanted, so I shuffled lower down the bed so my face was right under her moist and swollen pussy, ready to continue my assault on her. As I clasped hold of her taut, perfectly sculpted buttocks, I pulled her to me, once more slipping my tongue into her moist, steamy little honey-pot.
Lena sighed and leaned forward, taking hold of me and pumping me, testing how ready I was, before delicious heat and wet suction enveloped me as she slipped her lips over the end of my cock.
We played for what seemed like hours, working each other right up to the brink then pulling back, prolonging the moment and delaying the inevitable, but it wasn’t humanly posible to keep each other so keyed-up without something giving, and it was Lena who finally broke first.
As I pushed the tip of my tongue between her labia again, I could feel the changes in her; this time she wouldn’t be denied, and as she bore back against me, I deliberately rasped my tongue over the hard little bead of her clitoris, simultaneously sliding my thumb into her tight, slippery little anus.
Lena shuddered as she came, only my cock in her mouth preventing her screaming out loud, but the feel of her groans vibrating in her throat, pulsing against my already over-stimulated cock-head was finally too much for me, and I joined her in climax, my ears dulling as spurt after spurt of semen poured out of me, filling her mouth and throat as she writhed and shuddered against me, until her orgasm had run its course and she slumped down on me, her heart drumming to match mine.
We lay in our sweat, muscles twitching as aftershock and adrenaline had their way with us, until Lena finally summoned enough energy to roll off me and ease her way back up to lie against me, the smell of her sweat sharp and sweet in the midsummer morning air.
“And that’s another reason I keep you around, Doctor Big Brother!” she grinned, unable to stop herself giggling as the last of the tension drained away, taking me with her, so we laughed together, finally subsiding into a warm glow of love and contentment; today, right now, all was well in our world, and life was good.
*
It took almost two weeks for anything further to develop; I’d told Emma that I’d spoken with Julie, and Mark. She of course was ecstatic and wanted to go haring back down to London, but I had to burst her bubble and explain that Julie wasn’t exactly champing at the bit to meet with us; then, of course, the pendulum swung the other way, and poor Emma started wallowing in the pool of guilt she’d been dabbling in for the last twenty or so years, and it took several chats and a couple of nice dinners to pull her back up again. Poor Emma, she’d invested so much time and energy in finding Julie and Mark, I felt like a complete heel telling her that Julie hadn’t known of us, of her, and wasn’t even that keen to meet us, or so it seemed to me.
So imagine my surprise when one evening my phone rang. It was a woman’s voice, no-one I recognised, and not Julie, but the caller-ID showed a South London Area Code.
“Hello, is this Darryl Morgan?” she asked, and when I replied that it was she continued.
“Darryl, my name’s Nia, Nia Morrison, we met briefly a few weeks ago, you came to my mother’s house in Clapham old Town?”
Now I remembered; the beautiful Eurasian girl, the one who’d claimed she’d never heard of Julie.
“My husband and I will be in Bristol on the weekend; I was wondering if we could come and see you? It’s about Julie and Mark Jameson.”
Bingo. Of course I agreed. Now all I needed to know why they’d denied knowing her…
“That would be wonderful. Could my aunt Emma be here as well? I think she’d like to hear what you have to say.”
Nia gave a soft chuckle.
“Of course. Saturday morning?”
“Saturday morning it is. My address is…” but she cut me short.
“It’s okay, I know where you are; Julie found your address and knocked, but there was no-one in. My husband went to university in Bristol, and lived in the Halls of Residence in Clifton, as it happens, so he knows how to get to your place. We’ll see you mid-morning, if that’s alright with you?”
I assured her it was, and rang-off. Lena cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Looks like Julie’s checking you out; I don’t blame her, you do look a little shady, I’d probably be a little worried, too!”
I had no answer but to grab her and hold her while I tickled her, with Mo-Mo bouncing up and down in her baby-bouncer and giggling with her, and David climbing onto us to help me kiss and tickle his mummy.
*
Saturday morning came, and now I was feeling it; usually I’m the composed one, and Lena’s the one who frets, and paces, and rearranges things and drives me mad, but this time she was a picture of calm, that sweet ‘Madonna’ look on her face, and the calm, unruffled manner she gets when she’s pregnant already in evidence, her calmness doing nothing to calm me.
When the doorbell rang I literally jumped. Lena smiled tolerantly and patted me on the arm as she went to open the door. I heard muffled voices in the hall, and then Lena ushered our guests in. The girl Nia was as beautiful as I remembered, and her husband was a tall, handsome young man, a couple of years younger than me, and, oddly, with the same brilliantly blue eyes as his wife. Once everyone was seated, introductions made, and the niceties observed, I decided it was time to find out what had brought this couple here.
“Thank you for coming. My aunt is on her way over, she should be here soon. I take it you know Julie Jameson?” Nia smiled at my directness.