He glanced at the portrait photo of Nia and Markie on the mantel, and did another double-take, making me grin. It intrigued me that he’d seen me first in Darryl’s baby, but his reaction was all I could have hoped for.
“So you want to go to Bristol again, Lost Boy?” I prodded, and he grinned back at me, putting the camera and photo down so he could cuddle me against his chest.
“I think we should, as soon as I can arrange some leave; how does end of the month sound?”
It sounded fine to me, so we agreed I’d call Darryl and make a date once he had his leave confirmed.
With that out of the way, I got down to the business of seriously ravaging my man; sitting on Mark’s lap is always a hazardous pastime, you never know what’s going to come up (boom, boom!), and his finger in me earlier had started a fuse burning that was just about ready to go off. Mark recognised that look and once more slid his hands into my panties, cupping and spreading my cheeks, making me gasp and smile with sudden need for him. He kissed me madly as his hands worked their magic, only stopping to gasp: “The kids…!”
“Other room, fast asleep, keep going!” I panted, no less hot. Before I could say ‘panties’ he’d whipped them off, turning me around so I was now on my back on the couch, and sliding his trousers down, letting me get my hands on that thick cock of his.
“Upstairs?” he asked, and I shook my head, already beyond speech; I wanted him now, this instant, no foreplay, I just wanted him filling me, now.
With that, he pulled my thighs open, pulling me against him so he could run the flat of his tongue over my throbbing pussy.
“Nooo…!” I moaned, and he grinned, dropping onto his hands over me, the swollen, glossy bulb of his cock just brushing my slit. I reached for him, enjoying his deep groan as I squeezed his shaft and balls, then he was sliding into me, splitting my labia as he powered into me in one long, breathtaking surge.
I groaned in ecstasy, already on the verge of orgasm, and as he bottomed out and the base of his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clitoris, I came in a blast of white heat that nearly shrivelled me with its intensity; my head actually rang with the speed and power of my orgasm, and as I tightened involuntarily around him, Mark clamped his mouth over mine, roaring into my mouth as I felt him swell and twitch inside me, hot bursts of spunk filling me as he came, and came. I screamed along with him as my orgasm surged through me again, triggered by the feel of him filling me, and so we pumped and heaved against each other, drawing the moment out endlessly.
We lay together afterwards, our clothes pulled any old how, awed and gratified by the intensity of our lovemaking. Mark, as usual was toying with my hair, brushing it out of my eyes so he could see me properly.
“Was that to madam’s satisfaction?” he grinned, and I grinned back.
“I should think so, Lost Boy; now all I want is for one of your boy-wigglers to get through and do his job!”
Mark reached down and jiggled my bum again.
“Well, if he didn’t, we can soon send some more after him! I like making babies with you, Tinkerbell!”
Two weeks later, I was making that call, for the following Friday.
*
Mark decided to drive down rather than take the train, and save all that business with taxis and transport. When we arrived at the house, I hesitated; this was it, these people were family, but they were strangers, what if they didn’t like us, what if they…
Mark cut short my dithering and pressed the bell firmly, nodding at the sound somewhere far away behind the imposing street door.
“The way to grasp the nettle, Wee Wendy, is FIRMLY…” he muttered, kissing the back of my head and pinching my bum, making Markie giggle, and setting Nia off as well.
The door opened, and there was the beautiful girl I’d seen in the pictures. She was several inches taller than me, and she was even more stunning than her picture. She smiled warmly, and I found myself warming to her immediately. Mark was spellbound, locked in place until I nudged him.
“H-hello, you must be Lena; I’m Mark Jameson, this is my… this is Julie…”
He trailed of in the face of that beautiful smile. Lena held out her hands taking mine and Mark’s hands in hers.
“Julie, Mark, at last! Welcome to my home; please, come in, come in!”
We followed her into a large, elegant sitting room, Lena taking our coats and then kneeling down next to me to look wonderingly at Nia as she wobbled on my lap.
“She’s beautiful, they both are! May I…?” she held out her arms, with Nia immediately climbing into a new pair of arms. Lena cooed and clucked at her, making her giggle, then gave her back to me.
“It’s wonderful to meet you all at last; poor Emma has been looking for you for so long, Darryl too, and to finally have you here…!”
At that moment, a little boy, maybe no more than four years old, stumbled into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He stopped dead when he saw us, then looked at Lena, who scooped him up onto her lap where he looked shyly at us, his thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. Lena smoothed his hair and hugged him.
“This is my little boy, his name’s David; say hello to the nice people, Davey…!”
He was a beautiful little boy, fair skinned like his mother, and with her gleaming chestnut hair, but dazzling green eyes, just like his father and just like my children. He seemed fascinated with Markie, and she with him.
“Do you want to play, Davey?” asked Lena, and he nodded, sliding off her lap. Markie needed no further encouragement to play; she’d play with the cannibal kids in a jungle clearing, given half a chance, and next thing I knew, both children were rummaging in a toy-box like they’d known each other for years. I have no worries about Markie’s future social skills, believe me.
Lena watched her son fondly, then turned back to us.
“There’s been a slight change of plan; one of Darryl’s colleagues called-in sick, so he had to rush into work and he’ll probably be stuck there all day and half the night now, so I’m taking you there to meet him, but before we leave, there’s someone who wants to meet you, she’s been waiting a long time for this; I’ll just be a second…”
She left the room, and we heard voices, then she came back in, with what could only be our aunt Emma; I was frozen in place for a second; she looked just like mum, but she was shorter, slimmer, her hair was darker, and she had a warm, happy smile on her face. Her eyes flicked from Mark’s face to mine and back to Mark’s, and her smile faltered as two big tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Hello Mark, Julie, it’s been so long, I…” she trailed off and pulled a tissue out of a box on the table. “I’m sorry, I promised myself I wouldn’t, but…” She smiled gently, and swabbed her eyes once more.
“My name is Emma, I’m your mother’s older sister; I came to see you once, when you were three or four, Mark. I tried to make Lois give you up, I was afraid she would… hurt you, I tried to help you, I swear! I came back, looking for you, but you were gone, I tried to find you, but I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know where to look, I’m so sorry…”
Mark was looking strangely at her, the look he gets when he’s trying to remember something, then he grinned.