“Come here, Dar, I want you baby, oh God how I want you!” she smiled, her hand reaching out to toy with my once more fully erect, pulsing cock.
“I want this, Dar, I want this now; baby wants to hear boom-boom music; let’s play her some!”
“Her?” I grinned, and Lena smiled again as she pulled me closer.
“Yes, another little girl; I feel just like I did when I was pregnant with Mo-Mo, so I know she’s a girl.”
I slid down next to my girl, pulling her to face me as I kissed her, our lips sealing together with the intensity of our kiss. Lena rolled onto her back, urging me between her thighs, and as I took position between her outspread thighs, she took hold of me, grinning as she rubbed the head of my cock against her red, swollen labia, closing her eyes as she pleasured herself again. I leaned down and kissed her, making her smile.
“My turn, baby-girl!” I grinned, and slowly, gently pushed into her. Lena’s eyes snapped open as her hips began to move in time to my motion. She pulled me down so she could kiss me, and our tongues fenced and danced as we moved together. I took my weight on my elbows, sliding my arms under her to hold her to me as our hips bucked faster and faster, pleasure boiling inside me as my moment of release neared.
When I came, it was as though all my senses shut down, smothered in a white blaze that damped everything, blurring my vision and dulling my hearing, my vision narrowing down until only Lena was in focus, my darling wife, sister, lover, best friend, her mouth open, her eyes staring unseeing, and her neck corded as the blaze of orgasmic release once more filled her.
I collapsed on the bed next to her, my heart thundering and my pulse fluttering in my ears. Lena smiled blurrily, turning to me and reaching for me, her soft, warm hand switching my reality back on and pulling me back to her.
“I feel so wonderful Dar,” she murmured, “I think the baby likes the way you play boom-boom music!”
I gathered her into me, pulling the light coverlet over us both, and kissing her asleep; summer hadn’t departed yet, and the night was warm and humid, but right now, the warmth of my wife next to me was the most comforting, wonderful thing in the world. I’d tell her about Julie and Mark’s impending visit in the morning; right now was time for silence, and warm togetherness, and sleep.
*
JULIE:
After Nia left, I pottered around, played with Markie and Nia until they both fell asleep, did a little prying and snooping on the internet, and waited for Mark to come home, because I really needed to talk to him. The day dragged on endlessly, until at last I heard his key in the door. As soon as he came in and hugged me, he knew something was up.
“What’s wrong, Little Plum?” he grinned, pulling me onto his lap and squeezing my bottom, making me grin for a second.
I cast around for a second or two, working out how to say what I wanted.
“Mark, you remember Nia went with Jamie to Bristol, yes?”
He looked at me quizzically, a line between his eyebrows.
“Jules, it was last week, of course I remember, I’m not ga-ga just yet, baby! What about it?”
I climbed off his lap and retrieved Nia’s camera from the counter, and flicked through the images until I came to the one of Darryl.
“Look at this, Mark, here’s your ‘doppelganger’!”
Mark stared at the picture, then glanced up at me.
“Fuck me, Little Plum, no wonder people thought I was him! This is our cousin Darryl, you say?”
I nodded. “And he’s a doctor, too, a surgeon no less; finally, this family’s going up in the world!” He pinched my bum at that, making me grin as I clicked on the next picture. Mark wolf-whistled, earning an elbow in the solar plexus.
“Down boy! That’s Darryl’s wife, her name’s Lena. I think I know what YOU think of her!”
Mark grinned at me, tugging my panties down a little and sliding his hand around my bare bum.
“Cor, she’s a sort all right, no mistake! That lucky fucker!”
He caught my expression, and realised what he said now determined whether he got any in the foreseeable future, so he dropped the camera and pulled me closer, darting his head down to kiss and nibble my neck as he squeezed and played with my bottom.
“But you’re much, MUCH more beautiful, my little blonde Sex-Elf, and you’ve got a great arse, too!”
As his finger was currently sliding into it, he was in the right position to judge, so I let him play for a few more seconds, before dragging his attention back to the real world.
“Flattery will get you anywhere, you dirty, dirty boy, but now I have something else to show you; it’s a picture of mum’s sister, and I have to warn you, she’s the image of mum, but Nia told me, and I believe her, she’s nothing like mum; she’s a good person.”
I scrolled through the pictures again until I came to the one I wanted, and showed it to him. His reaction was immediate, but pretty much what I’d expected. His face paled, and the camera almost dropped from his hand onto the couch. I grabbed his hands; there was a slight tremor, and he swallowed a few times, his throat clicking dryly, but his eyes were riveted on the image of our aunt smiling happily, a face I’d certainly never seen my mother pull.
“She’s, um… yeah, I see what you mean…” he husked, only a slight quiver in his voice, but he held the camera steadily, and when he looked at me again, his eyes were clear, no shadow or fear in there, only curiosity.
I started to relax; at least he hadn’t gone into hysterics the way I had at seeing that cursed face again; perhaps it was easier for him to accept it really wasn’t our bitch mother in that picture, it was someone else, and she couldn’t help looking like that harridan sister of hers, any more than I could help it.
I had one final picture for him to see, the photograph of Darryl’s daughter.
“Mark, look at this,” I whispered. “This is Darryl’s little girl; her name’s Maureen…”
Mark looked at the photo and his eyes widened, then flicked to me, then back to the photo.
“It’s incredible, Tink, look, she looks like you! I remember you just like that, oh my God, we have got to meet them!”