Part 02.3
Mike sighed in disbelief. He had never known Sarah to act like this. Julie, sure, she had her mood swings but Sarah was the calm one.
"I don't get her!"
He had a thought but he discarded it as soon as it popped up. He was confident that it could never happen.
"Nah. It can't be that. Impossible!"
He chided himself for even thinking about that, "No! Don't think about that again..."
"No..."
He was stunned by the strong refusal. But before he could ask her about it she continued.
"Not here! What if Joe sees us?"
He could barely control his astonishment from showing on his face as he bent down and picked her in his arms.
She chuckled like a maiden and swatted his chest.
"You were scared for a second, right?"
She kissed him vigorously with her hands locked behind his neck. In a cheeky tone, she added, "You don't have to worry... You can always have me!"
Mike rolled his eyes at her.
"Aww! Don't be angry. It was just a joke..."
He kicked the door open and entered her bedroom. She expected him to be a little rough when he placed her on the bed, but he was as gentle as ever. She pecked his face and muttered an apology in his ear for the cruel joke.
"I'm sorry. But please get the door..."
He sighed in annoyance, "Oh Sarah!"
"What the hell was that?!!!"
Mike screamed in his pillow. He rolled around in his bed with his head held tight against the pillow to not let his voice out the room. Vanessa might have already put Joe to sleep yet he didn't want to risk it. Usually, it was his thing but not after that hellish dinner.
"Arrgh!"
He still felt shivers down his spine. If he had known it would turn out like that he would have escaped at once.
"At least Joe had seemed to have fun," He chuckled at the unexpected.
Joe had taken well to the company of Ashley, much better than he would have thought. He was glad because for him it was a sign that Joe was starting to adjust to his new surroundings. And with the start of pre-school soon, it couldn't have been any better.
"I should have guessed as much, Ashley can be quite silly sometimes..."
But the problem wasn't that. The problem was Sarah... and Julie. Julie was trying too hard to show that there wasn't anything fishy between them, and if it was any other time Sarah would have noticed it in a single glance.
Therein lied the problem, Sarah had been a wax figure all through the dinner. There were no signs of the usually calm and collected women. She was icy and especially to him. It was the most uncomfortable dinner he could imagine there was. With only icy glares and disdainful snorts directed at him from the two women, he would never ever want them.
And even Vanessa had been acting strange, absent-minded... and angry. He was grateful that it wasn't him she was angry at, it was his father. But he couldn't blame his father too; anyone would have wanted to escape from that tense atmosphere.
"You chose the wrong night Dad!"
Mike chuckled at his Dad's misfortune, taking solace at the fact that he wasn't the only one suffering. He rolled around a little more, screamed silently for a few more times before finally he settled in but sleep was hard to come by. He couldn't figure out what anyone wanted anymore. He had thought it would be good for Joe and it had been from what he could gather, but his return home had been terrible, to say the least.
The work had not been great but he expected as much and frankly, he would still prefer the ear grating and scalp numbing meetings and projects over where his emotional life seemed to be heading. Tonight was just the start, he felt, kind of an appetizer, to a dish far more excruciating.
"Could have been worse..."
"If Aunt Debbie was also there," he shivered just at the thought.
Deborah, or Aunt Debbie as he called her, would have made the evening more uncomfortable if that was even possible. She had always been strict, more so with her own daughters. Julie took the brunt of it but it trickled down to Sarah too on occasions.
"I'm sure she will either kill me or Julie when she learns of us, or try to anyway...
"Hmm... Unless," he chuckled evilly.
Deborah had always had a soft spot for him and he was sure he could get her to understand his side, his heart.
He sighed, "If there's any left after all this," and then hurled his pillow to the floor in anger.
*Knock*Knock*
"Mike? Baby! Are you awake?"
"Come in," he said half-heartedly.
Vanessa entered the room quietly and tiptoed to his bed, a sheepish smile on her face.
"How are you doing, Baby?"
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked that..."
Vanessa said when she was no movement forthcoming from Mike's lips. She had realized that she was one of the contributors in that awful, awful evening. And after George had left her early, once again leaving her alone, she took out her anger on her son.
"Poor Baby! I'm sorry! It's my fault," she extended her hand to caress his head.
"Can you forgive me? Please?"
Mike smiled and pulled her down beside him. Vanessa squealed and giggled at the sudden act. She swatted him on his arms a few times before she stopped giggling.
"So I take it you accept my apo-"
She stopped midway when Mike's lips brushed her cheek. Like many other things between them, she cherished that they were so close to each other, so open that they didn't always need words to convey their thoughts.
"My Baby!" Vanessa cooed as she turned sideways towards him.
Mike invited her soft, soothing touch. He felt he deserved to be coddled after experiencing something so awful. It would have been a blissful movement to have Vanessa lean down over his head and caress his face if his mind wasn't so occupied elsewhere.
"What are you thinking about? You know you can tell me anything..."
Mike took note of her for the first time since she entered the room. She had already changed into her nightwear, a thin silk dress. The dark color of the dress brought out her beauty, he had once earlier noted. Tonight too, she was beautiful, with her hair fastened in a simple side ponytail. He gazed in her eyes, those gentle and kind eyes. They were serene like a still ocean, accepting of everything under the sky. He found himself on the verge of spilling his thoughts. He wanted to share his burden, whine about the unreasonable behavior of his two cousins, and seek her advice but he found himself unable to do it.
A wry smile was all he could manage.
"If you aren't going to talk then you have to listen to me blabber!" Vanessa warned him but with a smile on her face.
"Sure! Anytime!"
Vanessa's face lit up.
"I knew I could count on you," She bent down to kiss his forehead, "Unlike someone else I know," and then snorted derisively.
Mike found her pouting face very cute. He poked her playfully on her cheek which made her break out in a giggle.
"So... tell me!" Mike was eager to know what she wanted to say, partly because he wanted to take his mind off from his troubles but mostly because... it was Vanessa.
"Where do I start..." she shifted downward and laid her head over his outstretched arm.
She let out a long sigh while gazing at the ceiling.
"Things are tense between your father and me," she told him in a single breath. She didn't know how Mike would react and so thought it best to just be honest and swift.
"Oh? What happened?"
"Just... Didn't you see him tonight?!" Vanessa's tone was caustic towards the end, even when she had wanted to not let Mike be influenced one-sidedly, she couldn't help but hope that he would side with her.
"It's been like that for months..."
"Why didn't you tell me anything sooner?"
"You were away and busy and also..."
She didn't want to mention Robin and Phil and worsen Mike's mood by reminding him of that tragic day when he lost them both.
Mike appreciated the fact but he was far more concerned by what Vanessa was alluding to with respect to her marriage.
"Since when has this been going on?"
"Oh, I don't know baby!" she sighed.
"... I think after you first left home, we have been slowly drifting apart."
He was speechless after that. He never did notice any sign to think that his parents were going through something.
"I didn't know..."
"It's fine Baby! It took me a long time to come to this conclusion."
"But I should have noticed-"
Vanessa shushed him with her finger. She didn't want him to feel guilty, because she knew it wasn't his fault and there was nothing he could have done to change the situation.
"It's just," she paused to glance at him, "you were, are, such a big part of our lives, my life, that after you left we found it difficult to do the things that we thought of as trivial."
"I'm sorry..."
"Haha, it's not your fault baby," she caressed his face.
"There's the obvious age difference and I guess... we want different things..."
"Hmmm..."
Mike considered a while before he gathered his courage to ask, "You don't think he-"
"What? Cheat on me?"
"No Baby! He didn't," Vanessa giggled at his sigh of relief, "It's just, he... pisses me off sometimes."
They chuckled at her outburst. Mike was relieved that it wasn't something like that and that there might be a chance for reconciliation.
"So that's why Debbie has planned for a weekend away from the men!"
"Oh?"
Vanessa giggled, her eyes full of mischief.
"Don't worry Baby! You are of course invited."
"It will be me, Debbie, Sarah and Julie with you and Joe. Fun, right?"
Mike was speechless. He could only imagine the tension and awkwardness that will ensue if he were to accompany them.
"But I have work," He made an excuse of having to work which he never thought he would have, such was the dread he felt.
"Your Dad and Uncle will stay here to take care of it," Vanessa snorted.
Her caressing hand held his face softly and her eyes gazed at his.
"Baby! I know you have been struggling with the work... but I want you close to me. I want you to stay here with your loved ones," she sighed heavily before she continued in a much gentler voice, "Everything's still raw. I know you seem to have moved on. But I think... I think it's too soon."
She continued in the same tone, "It's not easy suddenly being a father and you went through so much... I still feel regret that I had to leave you at that time."
"It's alright Mom! I didn't blame you or anything... in fact, I feel terrible myself. Maybe if you hadn't stayed for so long, then you and Dad..."
"Don't Baby!"
Vanessa pressed her forehead against his. Her eyes had turned misty while her lips quivered as she said, "Never feel that way. Ever, you understand?"
"You are my Baby! You are not allowed to feel sorry for me! I want to take care of you and it will forever be the same."
"So please... don't be sad. I can take care of everything," she pecked his lips tenderly.
There was much more she wanted to say to him, so many things she had yet to tell him, but it wasn't the time.
"Take off for the weekend and let me take care of you and everything else... and after that, if you feel like you don't like the work, then you can decide whatever that you want to do. No one will stop you."
"I only want you to... just be here, by my side!"
"Okay..." Mike whispered softly.
He had missed her and had missed this. And after listening to heartfelt words, he didn't have the heart to tell her no at the moment.
"Good... Great!"
Vanessa smiled in glee. She had wanted to give him sometime away to think things through and quite liked Debbie's idea.
'After all, what better way than to be surrounded by the people those love you?'
"So do you want to invite someone else? You can tell me if you want?"
"What? No... Why would I?"
"Ashley maybe?"
"Oh God! Mom you... really?"
Mike understood then that his mother had been trying to probe him by using Ashley. He appreciated her concern but that was the last thing he needed.
"Please stop!" He chuckled good-humouredly.
"All right... I thought it was... Okay, I will stop."
"But you will tell me when you are ready right?"
"Sure, sure..."
Mike averted his eyes from her. He didn't feel good that he had lied to Vanessa, but he didn't have a clue himself about what was going in his life.
Their conversation lulled after that. Vanessa did most of the talking while Mike was still distracted, worried. Suddenly then Vanessa jerked towards his face and asked him a question that he had been avoiding.
"Baby, did something happen between you and Sarah?"
Mike almost flinched away from her. He would have expected her to ask about Julie and not Sarah. With Julie, she just needed time to sort out her feelings, he thought. He had had a long time to think about it after he first realized that he was in love with her. Though he worried, as was natural, about a lot of things, especially their family dynamics and Joe, he knew not to panic.
But Sarah, she, that was something he didn't want to get into. He was confused and angry. He had tried so hard to pretend not to see, alas, Sarah had not kept to her own words.
"No...nothing?"
"You sure? She seemed...pissed."
"Nothing happened? Not when you were living together?"
"I..." Mike couldn't help but think back to the events of a few months ago after the persistent query of his mother.
Three Months Ago
Sarah switched off the screen and came to stand in front of him.
"What? I was watching it," a listless and bleak voice came out of Mike's mouth as pretended to protest.
"Why don't you go to sleep, it's late."
"Yeah... you go on ahead. I will sleep after a while."
She gazed at his figure and sadness filled her heart. It had been nearly a fortnight since she came to stay with him and Joe, and throughout that time she hadn't for once seen him sleep for more than two hours. It was hard for her to watch this version of Mike.
"Joe is fine... you should sleep too."
Mike was silent as he glanced towards Joe's room. She didn't know how he had behaved when Vanessa was with them, but she guessed that it wasn't this bad. She had suggested counseling for both of them but Mike refused to leave Joe alone with a "stranger" and it was only a week ago that he acquiesced. But only for Joe, he was adamant that he was fine.
"Mike? Did you listen?"
"Yeah..."
She sighed and sat down beside him.
"I think I will have to go back to work soon..."
"Oh!?" Sarah felt it was a good sign. He had been taking time off but this was promising. She knew he loved his work, it wasn't what he had ever imagined he would do but she was happy for him.
"...Maybe I should quit..."
"What? Why?"
Sarah twisted her body to face him.
"I won't have time for Joe otherwise..."
She was speechless. The nonchalant way he said it alarmed her. She knew how much he loved it, how hard he had fought for it.
"Don't be rash. We will figure something out."
He glanced at her but didn't say anything; it was just another one of his skeptic gazes. Sarah thought to change the topic to something more pleasant.
"This couch is very comfy... looks nice too!"
She slightly bumped him trying to be playful but Mike didn't show any kind of response and kept staring towards Joe's room. She kept talking to him but he didn't reply to any of it when suddenly he muttered, "Robin bought it..."
Sarah felt terrible. Not just because she had inadvertently crashed into what she had meant to avoid desperately, but also because of the hurt in his voice. Robin and Phil; She had met them many times whenever she came to visit Mike and was aware of what they meant to Mike. It was painful, to watch him relive that day in his mind.
"I have to do something!" She wanted to help him, somehow comfort him. His bleak eyes and hopeless gaze had shaken her and she could take any more of it. Anything, so that she could take his pain away.
"I'm sorry," she said and embraced him from the side.
"It's fine..."
"Please! It's not fine," she tightly held him to her, "How can it be fine?!"
"Please, Mike! Talk to me!"
"Tell me what to do!"
Mike sighed and turned his face to her as if he wanted to say something yet not a word came out of his mouth. Sarah's expectant and welcoming gaze, the one he loved so much, the one he could never turn away from, didn't seem special to him at that moment.
They stayed like that for a long while, unmoving and silent, when gradually they both fell asleep. She woke up first to find them cuddled up. The couch was not big enough and her back ached a little but she smiled serenely. To see his peaceful sleeping face, it was a joy and relief.
It had been a week after that and it became a routine for them. She never tried to slip away in the middle and he never said anything to stop it. She liked it because she could help him. And he... he thought it was nice.
"Mike?"
She asked when he didn't answer, "Are you asleep?"
"No," he sighed.
She was flat on her back and he had spooned around her. The couch was big enough for two of them, although there wasn't much room to move their limbs.
"Mike?"
Again, she asked when he didn't answer, "Are you asleep?"
"No," he sighed heavily.
"I think you should move back home."
She added after a moment, "It would be good for you and Joe."
"I'll think about it."
"Thank you," she exclaimed and shifted on her side to observe his expression. In the dimly lit room, it was hard to make out his face but his eyes didn't look as hopeless as before. Suddenly, she was hit by the closeness between them.
They were close enough to breathe the same air, close enough that their nose was touching, and close enough that she could feel his hardness resting against her leg.
He was blankly staring and she was positive that he had no idea about the phenomenon which made her heart beat crazily. She glanced down and saw the tip peeking out and realized that it was true and not just her imagination.
'Maybe it will help him.'
'Maybe it's what he needs.'
Her mind went into overdrive. She didn't understand it. It was confusing and she wasn't sure if it was just justification for her act but at that moment she just wanted to relieve him, to comfort his pain.
"Don't move," Sarah commanded as she slithered down. Her hands slid his shorts out the way and held his hardness in between them.
"Sarah?!"
"Please! Just let me do it!"
She pleaded and before he could say or do anything to stop her, she gulped it in.
"Nothing happened," Mike sighed drearily.
Vanessa ceased her attempt to get the truth out of Mike's mouth. She was sure there was something between him and Sarah and not less between him and Julie. Her intuition was screaming at her. It was very hard, with her curious nature, but she controlled her need.
She knew he would open up to her, she trusted him to; it was just a matter of when.
Mike's reaction or evasion only made her doubt stronger.
'If they did something to hurt my baby, I would...'
Vanessa didn't let it show on her face but there was a steely determination in her eyes.
"Fine. I won't ask you again. You can tell me later on the retreat."
"There's nothing to tell!" Mike said forcefully.
"Ok listen!"
"No... but first you have to promise that you won't laugh!"
Vanessa energetically turned to face him. She lifted her head from his arm and poked him in the chest.
Mike got intrigued by her display. He always found her enthusiasm to be infectious and easily got swept up in it countless of times.
"What? What is it?"
"No! First, promise!"
"Okay, promise!"
"Don't laugh okay?! You promised not to laugh, okay?"
Now he was impatient, "Tell me," he exclaimed.
"You know Ashley-"
Vanessa moved quickly to shush Mike when he groaned in frustration.
"Listen! It's not what you imagine..."
She continued when he nodded in approval.
"You know Ashley sometimes comes to see me with Julie, right?"
Mike shrugged his shoulders, pointing out his lack of knowledge about the topic.
"Well, she does!" Vanessa snorted.
"Anyway... whenever she comes around," Vanessa paused to giggle and resumed only when she got herself under control, "I find her staring at me."
"You might not believe it, I didn't too, at first, but once I counted a minute in my head, which was how long she had been staring at me without even a blink!"
"So she stares... it's just creepy and nothing to be so secretive about..." Mike chuckled at the non-story.
"Yes I thought the same," Vanessa's eyes widened a little and she almost whispered her words, "But I realize now that she has a crush on me, a huge crush!"
"What!"
"You don't believe me, right?"
Mike paused to stare at her. He looked her from head to toe.
"Certainly it's possible..."
"No! It's definitely true," he nodded to himself.
Vanessa blushed as she murmured, "You think so?"
She hadn't missed Mike's flustered reaction and the way he seemed to have eyed her figure.
"I mean you look very pretty, hot," He added with confidence.
Vanessa spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "You think so?"
"Yes, I do!"
"So you don't think I'm making this up?"
"...That a girl nearly my son's age could be hot for me?"
"... Of course," Mike reassured her with a smile.
He didn't feel uncomfortable or weird in admitting so. He had always known that his mother was hot, even without listening to the vulgar comments from some "friends" of his. It was not something shameful to say, in his opinion, and he believed that she needed to hear it. Her confidence might have taken a hit after her apparent marital stress, and it could just turn her mood for the better.
Vanessa cuddled into him and held him tight. A wide smile on her face, she looked quite pleased. Mike's words had certainly cheered her up.
"You're so sweet, Baby!"
"Well, it's true..."
Mike expected a giggle to sound out near his ear and when it didn't happen for a while, he glanced at her to find her fast asleep.
"Hah! Something was definitely on her mind..." he sighed to himself.
He gazed at her sleeping visage and didn't have the heart to wake her. When he did try to slip away, she moaned and tightened her hold.
"Fine," I will stay a bit longer."
He switched off the lights and concentrated on the mild breaths flowing past his ear.
In the dark of the room, his eyes remained open. Everything was quiet, except for his mind. Though Vanessa had taken his mind off from them, they came rushing back to him. He recalled the past few days to make sense of the odd behavior of his two cousins, to figure out any clue but to no avail. His mind kept going back to that day and her words.
Two Months Ago
*Thud*
He turned after shutting and bolting the door. He dint want any more interruptions. He didn't want to hear about Joe, about moving back home, about pre-school, about anything. He just wanted to...
"Come here," Sarah called him seductively. In the time that he had gone to close the door, she had positioned herself in the middle of the bed. She was lying on her side and had bent her legs just at the right angle to prevent him from getting a look at her wetness. Her light brown hair, draped down to cover her breasts, while her fingers performed an inviting gesture.
"Come," she said in her most enticing voice, "Take me!"
It was as if a switch had been flicked inside his brain. Mike wordlessly gazed at her, his feet moving unconsciously towards the bed. He had never ever seen Sarah behave so raunchily. At that moment she looked like the sirens at sea.
His intense eyes burned holes in her figure, such was the ferocity of his gaze. He climbed up beside her and took hold of her shoulders in his palms. Gently, he pushed her.
Sarah let him. She felt his weight over her body, his arousal in her loins and his intense longing in her heart. Flat on her back and with her arms held tight, she couldn't move an inch. But it was fine, more than fine. Because at that moment she wouldn't want to move even if the world was coming to an end, so entrancing was his appreciative gaze.
She knew him; she had known him his entire life, she even knew things about him that no one else did, yet it was the first time she had known his love.
It was intoxicating.
"Oh!"
She moaned, appreciative of his gentle licking of her nipples. She especially liked it when he had turned around to give her an unobstructed view of his nude body. And now she could feel his manhood leaving a wet trail over her. The thought resonated deep in her mind and she groaned in anticipation of it penetrating her. Her toes curled in as she envisioned how it would feel to be impaled by the thick member.
"I-I want..."
Sarah's words became a gurgle as she twisted her head to a side when Mike circled his tongue around her nipples and his hands cupped her breasts roughly. He molded them to his liking yet he was gentle enough so that she wouldn't feel pained. She watched with intrigue and pride as he played with them, fascinated by them.
"Fuck!"
Mike couldn't hold back after what it felt to him like hypnotic draw towards her grand breasts and so he took in his mouth as much of the flesh as possible. He shut his eyes and involuntarily humped her legs, his mind absorbed in tit-heaven.
"Hooh..."
A groan escaped Sarah's lips as she watched his performance. She always did suspect that he was a breast man, and now she knew for sure. Many times she had caught his gaze directed towards them but it wasn't creepy or disrespectful. It was just something he did, and she did come to like to after a while, as it gave her a sense of attainment. She knew she had a considerable advantage, her family included, and it was cute when she caught him ogling.
"Mike!?"
She whined when he moved away from her breasts. But he didn't look up and continued to peck downwards to her legs. Suddenly he shifted up and rested his dick over her opening.
"Sarah!"
His eyes were focused on her face, examining it, imprinting it. Slowly, excruciating slowly, he moved his waist. The friction between them gradually lessened as they held each others' faces and kept staring into each other's eyes.
Rhythmically, his dick ran over the length of her slit and elicited a moan from her mouth when it flicked her clit. Sarah became impatient and her mewls grew fervent with each passing second he kept denying her. She wanted him to pierce her but this was fine as well, she could wait. It was a closeness she had never felt before, ever.
Mike reached down and took hold of his dick to gently beat it over her slit. He brushed the tip against the opening, drinking in her low groans. But she didn't have to wait much longer. Unhurriedly, he fed her his length, an inch at a time.
"Ugh..."
"Yes!" Sarah twisted back her head when he penetrated her completely, she knew as she felt his pelvis hit her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist in the most natural way and their lips melted in the others'.
She tasted his tongue in her mouth, and her pussy did the same with his dick. It was the most wonderful taste. She yearned for it. She shut her eyes as she lost the sense of her surroundings, there was only Mike. Her hand slipped behind his neck, and the other one wrapped around his back. They were cocooned in their own world, away from everything else.
Mike liked it. It was warm and loving and caring, just like Sarah. It was nice, better than that, it was great. His hips were still swinging rhythmically, with ease and gentleness. He was not in a hurry anymore. Earlier when he had wanted to ravage her, it was a distant memory now, lost in her embrace and gentleness.
The slow grind of his hips and the little kisses and bites to her lips and neck kept Sarah on the verge. But it wasn't about her, she wanted to spoil him and spoil him some more.
It wasn't a new feeling, she had always liked to spoil him, but this... this was something more, something unexpected but not exactly unwelcome, not even a bit. She had never felt so connected with anyone, other than Mike, other than her cousin. It was not supposed to happen but she let it happen anyway. She let it happen, because...
"Oh, Mikeee!"
She couldn't hold it back anymore. The orgasm was as explosive as it was gentle.
Mike stayed still to take in her beauty. Her lips parted open in an O-shape and her eyes clenched tight with her beautiful brown hair was strewn behind her and her. The sheen of sweat gave her a unique glow and charm, like a halo of a celestial being.
Gradually she opened her eyes and pulled him close, closer than ever. The churning resumed, and so did the grinding. The low thumping noise as his hips met her was music to his ears, as was the swashing sound as his length hit the back of her opening. It was moist and warm. Just like...
"...Sarah."
He was close yet his swings weren't urgent. Sarah was close too.
"Yes...Yes!"
Her moans got deeper just as her need. But she didn't give in; she didn't want to come too soon this time.
"Oh, Sarah!"
He crushed his lips with her and didn't let go. The hot liquid spewing inside her canal was the catalyst for her own fluids to spray out. She increased her grip as her body convulsed, afraid to let him go.
Mike saw it in her eyes, the love, the fear, the reluctance, the joy, he saw it all. He felt those too. It was not easy, it wasn't going to be in the future too, that was what he had told himself every time... every time that he had wanted to say it...
He had held it back, fearful of the consequences. It was funny to him that the one thing he should have worried about had never seemed to trouble him. He was never bothered that they were cousins, and even if there wasn't any blood relation between them, still that was the effective truth for them. Instead of that, he was scared that he was going too fast.
"A month is too soon," He always told himself that. But not anymore... he was ready for it. He knew everything that was to know about her and she did too. So there was no need to wait any longer.
He caressed her cheek and softly said, "Sarah... I think I'm in love with you."
"... I love you too."
Anger, confusion, and frustration; they gripped his heart. It was painful to recall that night, when after a while, cruelly, she had informed him of her decision; it was like a sharp knife was being twisted repeatedly in his heart whenever he thought back to it. He had tried to laugh when he realized how he loved both Julie and Sarah, and how both tended to hurt him, but not anymore. He couldn't laugh anymore. It was vivid in his brain, the simple apology and the decision.
When she had told him that they had to stop, he had accepted it. That night, a month ago, he had been stunned and hurt by her decision but he hadn't let it show. He had known it from the start and had seen reason in her argument. It had been a surprise, the suddenness of it all, yet he had held back.
But now, now he was pissed.
"I listened to you when you told me. I didn't try to stop you in any way because you said that it was what you wanted..."
"So what are you doing now, Sarah?"
His voice got louder as he got angrier.
"It's not fair!"
He realized he couldn't ignore it anymore, he couldn't anymore pretend to not see it.
"Just what do you want me to do?"
"What do you want?!"
He nearly screamed in frustration.
Suddenly he heard Vanessa mutter something in her sleep and his brain registered that he wasn't alone. So engrossed he became in his thoughts that he forgot that his mother was asleep beside him.
"What? Mom?"
"You want something?"
"Baby I wa..."
Mike could barely make out her words but his eyes bugged out when he finally figured them out. His breath got stuck in his throat and his mind became blank, his frustrations and anger going poof. It was the last thing he could imagine.
In the silent room, he repeated Vanessa's words absentmindedly.
"Baby, I want to be a mommy!"
Thank you for reading. Please comment and vote. The next part is in the works and will resolve every issue. I want to make it all about sex next time, tell me what you think.
And I apologize for the delay on "Come Closer, My Love" series. A very close friend of mine didn't like the series so I have become demotivated about it.
Tell me which would you prefer and I would try to write that one earlier.
"I don't get her!"
He had a thought but he discarded it as soon as it popped up. He was confident that it could never happen.
"Nah. It can't be that. Impossible!"
He chided himself for even thinking about that, "No! Don't think about that again..."
"No..."
He was stunned by the strong refusal. But before he could ask her about it she continued.
"Not here! What if Joe sees us?"
He could barely control his astonishment from showing on his face as he bent down and picked her in his arms.
She chuckled like a maiden and swatted his chest.
"You were scared for a second, right?"
She kissed him vigorously with her hands locked behind his neck. In a cheeky tone, she added, "You don't have to worry... You can always have me!"
Mike rolled his eyes at her.
"Aww! Don't be angry. It was just a joke..."
He kicked the door open and entered her bedroom. She expected him to be a little rough when he placed her on the bed, but he was as gentle as ever. She pecked his face and muttered an apology in his ear for the cruel joke.
"I'm sorry. But please get the door..."
He sighed in annoyance, "Oh Sarah!"
"What the hell was that?!!!"
Mike screamed in his pillow. He rolled around in his bed with his head held tight against the pillow to not let his voice out the room. Vanessa might have already put Joe to sleep yet he didn't want to risk it. Usually, it was his thing but not after that hellish dinner.
"Arrgh!"
He still felt shivers down his spine. If he had known it would turn out like that he would have escaped at once.
"At least Joe had seemed to have fun," He chuckled at the unexpected.
Joe had taken well to the company of Ashley, much better than he would have thought. He was glad because for him it was a sign that Joe was starting to adjust to his new surroundings. And with the start of pre-school soon, it couldn't have been any better.
"I should have guessed as much, Ashley can be quite silly sometimes..."
But the problem wasn't that. The problem was Sarah... and Julie. Julie was trying too hard to show that there wasn't anything fishy between them, and if it was any other time Sarah would have noticed it in a single glance.
Therein lied the problem, Sarah had been a wax figure all through the dinner. There were no signs of the usually calm and collected women. She was icy and especially to him. It was the most uncomfortable dinner he could imagine there was. With only icy glares and disdainful snorts directed at him from the two women, he would never ever want them.
And even Vanessa had been acting strange, absent-minded... and angry. He was grateful that it wasn't him she was angry at, it was his father. But he couldn't blame his father too; anyone would have wanted to escape from that tense atmosphere.
"You chose the wrong night Dad!"
Mike chuckled at his Dad's misfortune, taking solace at the fact that he wasn't the only one suffering. He rolled around a little more, screamed silently for a few more times before finally he settled in but sleep was hard to come by. He couldn't figure out what anyone wanted anymore. He had thought it would be good for Joe and it had been from what he could gather, but his return home had been terrible, to say the least.
The work had not been great but he expected as much and frankly, he would still prefer the ear grating and scalp numbing meetings and projects over where his emotional life seemed to be heading. Tonight was just the start, he felt, kind of an appetizer, to a dish far more excruciating.
"Could have been worse..."
"If Aunt Debbie was also there," he shivered just at the thought.
Deborah, or Aunt Debbie as he called her, would have made the evening more uncomfortable if that was even possible. She had always been strict, more so with her own daughters. Julie took the brunt of it but it trickled down to Sarah too on occasions.
"I'm sure she will either kill me or Julie when she learns of us, or try to anyway...
"Hmm... Unless," he chuckled evilly.
Deborah had always had a soft spot for him and he was sure he could get her to understand his side, his heart.
He sighed, "If there's any left after all this," and then hurled his pillow to the floor in anger.
*Knock*Knock*
"Mike? Baby! Are you awake?"
"Come in," he said half-heartedly.
Vanessa entered the room quietly and tiptoed to his bed, a sheepish smile on her face.
"How are you doing, Baby?"
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked that..."
Vanessa said when she was no movement forthcoming from Mike's lips. She had realized that she was one of the contributors in that awful, awful evening. And after George had left her early, once again leaving her alone, she took out her anger on her son.
"Poor Baby! I'm sorry! It's my fault," she extended her hand to caress his head.
"Can you forgive me? Please?"
Mike smiled and pulled her down beside him. Vanessa squealed and giggled at the sudden act. She swatted him on his arms a few times before she stopped giggling.
"So I take it you accept my apo-"
She stopped midway when Mike's lips brushed her cheek. Like many other things between them, she cherished that they were so close to each other, so open that they didn't always need words to convey their thoughts.
"My Baby!" Vanessa cooed as she turned sideways towards him.
Mike invited her soft, soothing touch. He felt he deserved to be coddled after experiencing something so awful. It would have been a blissful movement to have Vanessa lean down over his head and caress his face if his mind wasn't so occupied elsewhere.
"What are you thinking about? You know you can tell me anything..."
Mike took note of her for the first time since she entered the room. She had already changed into her nightwear, a thin silk dress. The dark color of the dress brought out her beauty, he had once earlier noted. Tonight too, she was beautiful, with her hair fastened in a simple side ponytail. He gazed in her eyes, those gentle and kind eyes. They were serene like a still ocean, accepting of everything under the sky. He found himself on the verge of spilling his thoughts. He wanted to share his burden, whine about the unreasonable behavior of his two cousins, and seek her advice but he found himself unable to do it.
A wry smile was all he could manage.
"If you aren't going to talk then you have to listen to me blabber!" Vanessa warned him but with a smile on her face.
"Sure! Anytime!"
Vanessa's face lit up.
"I knew I could count on you," She bent down to kiss his forehead, "Unlike someone else I know," and then snorted derisively.
Mike found her pouting face very cute. He poked her playfully on her cheek which made her break out in a giggle.
"So... tell me!" Mike was eager to know what she wanted to say, partly because he wanted to take his mind off from his troubles but mostly because... it was Vanessa.
"Where do I start..." she shifted downward and laid her head over his outstretched arm.
She let out a long sigh while gazing at the ceiling.
"Things are tense between your father and me," she told him in a single breath. She didn't know how Mike would react and so thought it best to just be honest and swift.
"Oh? What happened?"
"Just... Didn't you see him tonight?!" Vanessa's tone was caustic towards the end, even when she had wanted to not let Mike be influenced one-sidedly, she couldn't help but hope that he would side with her.
"It's been like that for months..."
"Why didn't you tell me anything sooner?"
"You were away and busy and also..."
She didn't want to mention Robin and Phil and worsen Mike's mood by reminding him of that tragic day when he lost them both.
Mike appreciated the fact but he was far more concerned by what Vanessa was alluding to with respect to her marriage.
"Since when has this been going on?"
"Oh, I don't know baby!" she sighed.
"... I think after you first left home, we have been slowly drifting apart."
He was speechless after that. He never did notice any sign to think that his parents were going through something.
"I didn't know..."
"It's fine Baby! It took me a long time to come to this conclusion."
"But I should have noticed-"
Vanessa shushed him with her finger. She didn't want him to feel guilty, because she knew it wasn't his fault and there was nothing he could have done to change the situation.
"It's just," she paused to glance at him, "you were, are, such a big part of our lives, my life, that after you left we found it difficult to do the things that we thought of as trivial."
"I'm sorry..."
"Haha, it's not your fault baby," she caressed his face.
"There's the obvious age difference and I guess... we want different things..."
"Hmmm..."
Mike considered a while before he gathered his courage to ask, "You don't think he-"
"What? Cheat on me?"
"No Baby! He didn't," Vanessa giggled at his sigh of relief, "It's just, he... pisses me off sometimes."
They chuckled at her outburst. Mike was relieved that it wasn't something like that and that there might be a chance for reconciliation.
"So that's why Debbie has planned for a weekend away from the men!"
"Oh?"
Vanessa giggled, her eyes full of mischief.
"Don't worry Baby! You are of course invited."
"It will be me, Debbie, Sarah and Julie with you and Joe. Fun, right?"
Mike was speechless. He could only imagine the tension and awkwardness that will ensue if he were to accompany them.
"But I have work," He made an excuse of having to work which he never thought he would have, such was the dread he felt.
"Your Dad and Uncle will stay here to take care of it," Vanessa snorted.
Her caressing hand held his face softly and her eyes gazed at his.
"Baby! I know you have been struggling with the work... but I want you close to me. I want you to stay here with your loved ones," she sighed heavily before she continued in a much gentler voice, "Everything's still raw. I know you seem to have moved on. But I think... I think it's too soon."
She continued in the same tone, "It's not easy suddenly being a father and you went through so much... I still feel regret that I had to leave you at that time."
"It's alright Mom! I didn't blame you or anything... in fact, I feel terrible myself. Maybe if you hadn't stayed for so long, then you and Dad..."
"Don't Baby!"
Vanessa pressed her forehead against his. Her eyes had turned misty while her lips quivered as she said, "Never feel that way. Ever, you understand?"
"You are my Baby! You are not allowed to feel sorry for me! I want to take care of you and it will forever be the same."
"So please... don't be sad. I can take care of everything," she pecked his lips tenderly.
There was much more she wanted to say to him, so many things she had yet to tell him, but it wasn't the time.
"Take off for the weekend and let me take care of you and everything else... and after that, if you feel like you don't like the work, then you can decide whatever that you want to do. No one will stop you."
"I only want you to... just be here, by my side!"
"Okay..." Mike whispered softly.
He had missed her and had missed this. And after listening to heartfelt words, he didn't have the heart to tell her no at the moment.
"Good... Great!"
Vanessa smiled in glee. She had wanted to give him sometime away to think things through and quite liked Debbie's idea.
'After all, what better way than to be surrounded by the people those love you?'
"So do you want to invite someone else? You can tell me if you want?"
"What? No... Why would I?"
"Ashley maybe?"
"Oh God! Mom you... really?"
Mike understood then that his mother had been trying to probe him by using Ashley. He appreciated her concern but that was the last thing he needed.
"Please stop!" He chuckled good-humouredly.
"All right... I thought it was... Okay, I will stop."
"But you will tell me when you are ready right?"
"Sure, sure..."
Mike averted his eyes from her. He didn't feel good that he had lied to Vanessa, but he didn't have a clue himself about what was going in his life.
Their conversation lulled after that. Vanessa did most of the talking while Mike was still distracted, worried. Suddenly then Vanessa jerked towards his face and asked him a question that he had been avoiding.
"Baby, did something happen between you and Sarah?"
Mike almost flinched away from her. He would have expected her to ask about Julie and not Sarah. With Julie, she just needed time to sort out her feelings, he thought. He had had a long time to think about it after he first realized that he was in love with her. Though he worried, as was natural, about a lot of things, especially their family dynamics and Joe, he knew not to panic.
But Sarah, she, that was something he didn't want to get into. He was confused and angry. He had tried so hard to pretend not to see, alas, Sarah had not kept to her own words.
"No...nothing?"
"You sure? She seemed...pissed."
"Nothing happened? Not when you were living together?"
"I..." Mike couldn't help but think back to the events of a few months ago after the persistent query of his mother.
Three Months Ago
Sarah switched off the screen and came to stand in front of him.
"What? I was watching it," a listless and bleak voice came out of Mike's mouth as pretended to protest.
"Why don't you go to sleep, it's late."
"Yeah... you go on ahead. I will sleep after a while."
She gazed at his figure and sadness filled her heart. It had been nearly a fortnight since she came to stay with him and Joe, and throughout that time she hadn't for once seen him sleep for more than two hours. It was hard for her to watch this version of Mike.
"Joe is fine... you should sleep too."
Mike was silent as he glanced towards Joe's room. She didn't know how he had behaved when Vanessa was with them, but she guessed that it wasn't this bad. She had suggested counseling for both of them but Mike refused to leave Joe alone with a "stranger" and it was only a week ago that he acquiesced. But only for Joe, he was adamant that he was fine.
"Mike? Did you listen?"
"Yeah..."
She sighed and sat down beside him.
"I think I will have to go back to work soon..."
"Oh!?" Sarah felt it was a good sign. He had been taking time off but this was promising. She knew he loved his work, it wasn't what he had ever imagined he would do but she was happy for him.
"...Maybe I should quit..."
"What? Why?"
Sarah twisted her body to face him.
"I won't have time for Joe otherwise..."
She was speechless. The nonchalant way he said it alarmed her. She knew how much he loved it, how hard he had fought for it.
"Don't be rash. We will figure something out."
He glanced at her but didn't say anything; it was just another one of his skeptic gazes. Sarah thought to change the topic to something more pleasant.
"This couch is very comfy... looks nice too!"
She slightly bumped him trying to be playful but Mike didn't show any kind of response and kept staring towards Joe's room. She kept talking to him but he didn't reply to any of it when suddenly he muttered, "Robin bought it..."
Sarah felt terrible. Not just because she had inadvertently crashed into what she had meant to avoid desperately, but also because of the hurt in his voice. Robin and Phil; She had met them many times whenever she came to visit Mike and was aware of what they meant to Mike. It was painful, to watch him relive that day in his mind.
"I have to do something!" She wanted to help him, somehow comfort him. His bleak eyes and hopeless gaze had shaken her and she could take any more of it. Anything, so that she could take his pain away.
"I'm sorry," she said and embraced him from the side.
"It's fine..."
"Please! It's not fine," she tightly held him to her, "How can it be fine?!"
"Please, Mike! Talk to me!"
"Tell me what to do!"
Mike sighed and turned his face to her as if he wanted to say something yet not a word came out of his mouth. Sarah's expectant and welcoming gaze, the one he loved so much, the one he could never turn away from, didn't seem special to him at that moment.
They stayed like that for a long while, unmoving and silent, when gradually they both fell asleep. She woke up first to find them cuddled up. The couch was not big enough and her back ached a little but she smiled serenely. To see his peaceful sleeping face, it was a joy and relief.
It had been a week after that and it became a routine for them. She never tried to slip away in the middle and he never said anything to stop it. She liked it because she could help him. And he... he thought it was nice.
"Mike?"
She asked when he didn't answer, "Are you asleep?"
"No," he sighed.
She was flat on her back and he had spooned around her. The couch was big enough for two of them, although there wasn't much room to move their limbs.
"Mike?"
Again, she asked when he didn't answer, "Are you asleep?"
"No," he sighed heavily.
"I think you should move back home."
She added after a moment, "It would be good for you and Joe."
"I'll think about it."
"Thank you," she exclaimed and shifted on her side to observe his expression. In the dimly lit room, it was hard to make out his face but his eyes didn't look as hopeless as before. Suddenly, she was hit by the closeness between them.
They were close enough to breathe the same air, close enough that their nose was touching, and close enough that she could feel his hardness resting against her leg.
He was blankly staring and she was positive that he had no idea about the phenomenon which made her heart beat crazily. She glanced down and saw the tip peeking out and realized that it was true and not just her imagination.
'Maybe it will help him.'
'Maybe it's what he needs.'
Her mind went into overdrive. She didn't understand it. It was confusing and she wasn't sure if it was just justification for her act but at that moment she just wanted to relieve him, to comfort his pain.
"Don't move," Sarah commanded as she slithered down. Her hands slid his shorts out the way and held his hardness in between them.
"Sarah?!"
"Please! Just let me do it!"
She pleaded and before he could say or do anything to stop her, she gulped it in.
"Nothing happened," Mike sighed drearily.
Vanessa ceased her attempt to get the truth out of Mike's mouth. She was sure there was something between him and Sarah and not less between him and Julie. Her intuition was screaming at her. It was very hard, with her curious nature, but she controlled her need.
She knew he would open up to her, she trusted him to; it was just a matter of when.
Mike's reaction or evasion only made her doubt stronger.
'If they did something to hurt my baby, I would...'
Vanessa didn't let it show on her face but there was a steely determination in her eyes.
"Fine. I won't ask you again. You can tell me later on the retreat."
"There's nothing to tell!" Mike said forcefully.
"Ok listen!"
"No... but first you have to promise that you won't laugh!"
Vanessa energetically turned to face him. She lifted her head from his arm and poked him in the chest.
Mike got intrigued by her display. He always found her enthusiasm to be infectious and easily got swept up in it countless of times.
"What? What is it?"
"No! First, promise!"
"Okay, promise!"
"Don't laugh okay?! You promised not to laugh, okay?"
Now he was impatient, "Tell me," he exclaimed.
"You know Ashley-"
Vanessa moved quickly to shush Mike when he groaned in frustration.
"Listen! It's not what you imagine..."
She continued when he nodded in approval.
"You know Ashley sometimes comes to see me with Julie, right?"
Mike shrugged his shoulders, pointing out his lack of knowledge about the topic.
"Well, she does!" Vanessa snorted.
"Anyway... whenever she comes around," Vanessa paused to giggle and resumed only when she got herself under control, "I find her staring at me."
"You might not believe it, I didn't too, at first, but once I counted a minute in my head, which was how long she had been staring at me without even a blink!"
"So she stares... it's just creepy and nothing to be so secretive about..." Mike chuckled at the non-story.
"Yes I thought the same," Vanessa's eyes widened a little and she almost whispered her words, "But I realize now that she has a crush on me, a huge crush!"
"What!"
"You don't believe me, right?"
Mike paused to stare at her. He looked her from head to toe.
"Certainly it's possible..."
"No! It's definitely true," he nodded to himself.
Vanessa blushed as she murmured, "You think so?"
She hadn't missed Mike's flustered reaction and the way he seemed to have eyed her figure.
"I mean you look very pretty, hot," He added with confidence.
Vanessa spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "You think so?"
"Yes, I do!"
"So you don't think I'm making this up?"
"...That a girl nearly my son's age could be hot for me?"
"... Of course," Mike reassured her with a smile.
He didn't feel uncomfortable or weird in admitting so. He had always known that his mother was hot, even without listening to the vulgar comments from some "friends" of his. It was not something shameful to say, in his opinion, and he believed that she needed to hear it. Her confidence might have taken a hit after her apparent marital stress, and it could just turn her mood for the better.
Vanessa cuddled into him and held him tight. A wide smile on her face, she looked quite pleased. Mike's words had certainly cheered her up.
"You're so sweet, Baby!"
"Well, it's true..."
Mike expected a giggle to sound out near his ear and when it didn't happen for a while, he glanced at her to find her fast asleep.
"Hah! Something was definitely on her mind..." he sighed to himself.
He gazed at her sleeping visage and didn't have the heart to wake her. When he did try to slip away, she moaned and tightened her hold.
"Fine," I will stay a bit longer."
He switched off the lights and concentrated on the mild breaths flowing past his ear.
In the dark of the room, his eyes remained open. Everything was quiet, except for his mind. Though Vanessa had taken his mind off from them, they came rushing back to him. He recalled the past few days to make sense of the odd behavior of his two cousins, to figure out any clue but to no avail. His mind kept going back to that day and her words.
Two Months Ago
*Thud*
He turned after shutting and bolting the door. He dint want any more interruptions. He didn't want to hear about Joe, about moving back home, about pre-school, about anything. He just wanted to...
"Come here," Sarah called him seductively. In the time that he had gone to close the door, she had positioned herself in the middle of the bed. She was lying on her side and had bent her legs just at the right angle to prevent him from getting a look at her wetness. Her light brown hair, draped down to cover her breasts, while her fingers performed an inviting gesture.
"Come," she said in her most enticing voice, "Take me!"
It was as if a switch had been flicked inside his brain. Mike wordlessly gazed at her, his feet moving unconsciously towards the bed. He had never ever seen Sarah behave so raunchily. At that moment she looked like the sirens at sea.
His intense eyes burned holes in her figure, such was the ferocity of his gaze. He climbed up beside her and took hold of her shoulders in his palms. Gently, he pushed her.
Sarah let him. She felt his weight over her body, his arousal in her loins and his intense longing in her heart. Flat on her back and with her arms held tight, she couldn't move an inch. But it was fine, more than fine. Because at that moment she wouldn't want to move even if the world was coming to an end, so entrancing was his appreciative gaze.
She knew him; she had known him his entire life, she even knew things about him that no one else did, yet it was the first time she had known his love.
It was intoxicating.
"Oh!"
She moaned, appreciative of his gentle licking of her nipples. She especially liked it when he had turned around to give her an unobstructed view of his nude body. And now she could feel his manhood leaving a wet trail over her. The thought resonated deep in her mind and she groaned in anticipation of it penetrating her. Her toes curled in as she envisioned how it would feel to be impaled by the thick member.
"I-I want..."
Sarah's words became a gurgle as she twisted her head to a side when Mike circled his tongue around her nipples and his hands cupped her breasts roughly. He molded them to his liking yet he was gentle enough so that she wouldn't feel pained. She watched with intrigue and pride as he played with them, fascinated by them.
"Fuck!"
Mike couldn't hold back after what it felt to him like hypnotic draw towards her grand breasts and so he took in his mouth as much of the flesh as possible. He shut his eyes and involuntarily humped her legs, his mind absorbed in tit-heaven.
"Hooh..."
A groan escaped Sarah's lips as she watched his performance. She always did suspect that he was a breast man, and now she knew for sure. Many times she had caught his gaze directed towards them but it wasn't creepy or disrespectful. It was just something he did, and she did come to like to after a while, as it gave her a sense of attainment. She knew she had a considerable advantage, her family included, and it was cute when she caught him ogling.
"Mike!?"
She whined when he moved away from her breasts. But he didn't look up and continued to peck downwards to her legs. Suddenly he shifted up and rested his dick over her opening.
"Sarah!"
His eyes were focused on her face, examining it, imprinting it. Slowly, excruciating slowly, he moved his waist. The friction between them gradually lessened as they held each others' faces and kept staring into each other's eyes.
Rhythmically, his dick ran over the length of her slit and elicited a moan from her mouth when it flicked her clit. Sarah became impatient and her mewls grew fervent with each passing second he kept denying her. She wanted him to pierce her but this was fine as well, she could wait. It was a closeness she had never felt before, ever.
Mike reached down and took hold of his dick to gently beat it over her slit. He brushed the tip against the opening, drinking in her low groans. But she didn't have to wait much longer. Unhurriedly, he fed her his length, an inch at a time.
"Ugh..."
"Yes!" Sarah twisted back her head when he penetrated her completely, she knew as she felt his pelvis hit her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist in the most natural way and their lips melted in the others'.
She tasted his tongue in her mouth, and her pussy did the same with his dick. It was the most wonderful taste. She yearned for it. She shut her eyes as she lost the sense of her surroundings, there was only Mike. Her hand slipped behind his neck, and the other one wrapped around his back. They were cocooned in their own world, away from everything else.
Mike liked it. It was warm and loving and caring, just like Sarah. It was nice, better than that, it was great. His hips were still swinging rhythmically, with ease and gentleness. He was not in a hurry anymore. Earlier when he had wanted to ravage her, it was a distant memory now, lost in her embrace and gentleness.
The slow grind of his hips and the little kisses and bites to her lips and neck kept Sarah on the verge. But it wasn't about her, she wanted to spoil him and spoil him some more.
It wasn't a new feeling, she had always liked to spoil him, but this... this was something more, something unexpected but not exactly unwelcome, not even a bit. She had never felt so connected with anyone, other than Mike, other than her cousin. It was not supposed to happen but she let it happen anyway. She let it happen, because...
"Oh, Mikeee!"
She couldn't hold it back anymore. The orgasm was as explosive as it was gentle.
Mike stayed still to take in her beauty. Her lips parted open in an O-shape and her eyes clenched tight with her beautiful brown hair was strewn behind her and her. The sheen of sweat gave her a unique glow and charm, like a halo of a celestial being.
Gradually she opened her eyes and pulled him close, closer than ever. The churning resumed, and so did the grinding. The low thumping noise as his hips met her was music to his ears, as was the swashing sound as his length hit the back of her opening. It was moist and warm. Just like...
"...Sarah."
He was close yet his swings weren't urgent. Sarah was close too.
"Yes...Yes!"
Her moans got deeper just as her need. But she didn't give in; she didn't want to come too soon this time.
"Oh, Sarah!"
He crushed his lips with her and didn't let go. The hot liquid spewing inside her canal was the catalyst for her own fluids to spray out. She increased her grip as her body convulsed, afraid to let him go.
Mike saw it in her eyes, the love, the fear, the reluctance, the joy, he saw it all. He felt those too. It was not easy, it wasn't going to be in the future too, that was what he had told himself every time... every time that he had wanted to say it...
He had held it back, fearful of the consequences. It was funny to him that the one thing he should have worried about had never seemed to trouble him. He was never bothered that they were cousins, and even if there wasn't any blood relation between them, still that was the effective truth for them. Instead of that, he was scared that he was going too fast.
"A month is too soon," He always told himself that. But not anymore... he was ready for it. He knew everything that was to know about her and she did too. So there was no need to wait any longer.
He caressed her cheek and softly said, "Sarah... I think I'm in love with you."
"... I love you too."
Anger, confusion, and frustration; they gripped his heart. It was painful to recall that night, when after a while, cruelly, she had informed him of her decision; it was like a sharp knife was being twisted repeatedly in his heart whenever he thought back to it. He had tried to laugh when he realized how he loved both Julie and Sarah, and how both tended to hurt him, but not anymore. He couldn't laugh anymore. It was vivid in his brain, the simple apology and the decision.
When she had told him that they had to stop, he had accepted it. That night, a month ago, he had been stunned and hurt by her decision but he hadn't let it show. He had known it from the start and had seen reason in her argument. It had been a surprise, the suddenness of it all, yet he had held back.
But now, now he was pissed.
"I listened to you when you told me. I didn't try to stop you in any way because you said that it was what you wanted..."
"So what are you doing now, Sarah?"
His voice got louder as he got angrier.
"It's not fair!"
He realized he couldn't ignore it anymore, he couldn't anymore pretend to not see it.
"Just what do you want me to do?"
"What do you want?!"
He nearly screamed in frustration.
Suddenly he heard Vanessa mutter something in her sleep and his brain registered that he wasn't alone. So engrossed he became in his thoughts that he forgot that his mother was asleep beside him.
"What? Mom?"
"You want something?"
"Baby I wa..."
Mike could barely make out her words but his eyes bugged out when he finally figured them out. His breath got stuck in his throat and his mind became blank, his frustrations and anger going poof. It was the last thing he could imagine.
In the silent room, he repeated Vanessa's words absentmindedly.
"Baby, I want to be a mommy!"
Thank you for reading. Please comment and vote. The next part is in the works and will resolve every issue. I want to make it all about sex next time, tell me what you think.
And I apologize for the delay on "Come Closer, My Love" series. A very close friend of mine didn't like the series so I have become demotivated about it.
Tell me which would you prefer and I would try to write that one earlier.
