Chapter 9 (Coming Home)

**The difference between hitting someone with a rock and a snowball is that it is harder to use a snowball as evidence.**

(It will be a bit slow in getting there, but I hope it will be worth it in the end.)

We entered the club with me wearing nothing special -- a comfortable dress jacket that I had worn throughout college, a grey sleeveless shirt, and black jeans. My shoes were designed for ease of removal (and putting back on). Danielle was awesome in my opinion. She had on heeled thigh boots, a short black skirt with crotch-less mesh panties on. Up top she had on a black bolero jacket kept in place by a single gold chain over the breast. She had no bra on. I liked her breast to hang free. I was making sure that Danielle felt as inspired by them as I was.

I was looking forward to spending some time working with Danielle and a few other peoples I knew she would enjoy, be they passionate or frightening.

"Wet already?" I whispered into her ear as I stood behind her, "Maybe I should make you a statue tonight while I have a little fun. Would you like that?" Danielle shook her head in the negative. I spanked her once, "that is your punishment for denying me," and another spank again, "and that is your reward for honesty."

"Stop," she whispered invoking our safe word so that only I could hear. We each made a half turn of our bodies so that we were no face to face. She drew her arms folded up against her chest between us. My arms were on the outside pinning her in. I didn't have to hear what she wanted. I dove in and kissed her slowly, languidly and fully. When I finally broke the lip-embrace I smiled warmly down at her. She rolled her hips against mine, feeling my hardness against her lower stomach.

"You really like being in control, don't you?" I teased her. Embarrassed, Danielle looked down. "Go get me a riding crop and be quick about it. As she turned to go, I put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. I put my hand down to her ass and pushed a line down the back of her panties along the crack of her ass. I traveled lower pushing one finger inside her and moving it around. Danielle gave this tiny little moan that I found to be such a turn on. I pulled the finger out and traced the line back up. I wiggled the finger round her anus and played with putting it in. Finally Danielle tried to back up on it, but I anticipated her move and withdrew. She looked over her shoulder at me confused and hungry. Then she looked past me.

I followed that gaze and saw two security types coming in my general direction.

"Go," I urged Danielle." She hesitated so I spanked her hard. She yelped and hurried away to find the riding crop.

"Sir, please come with us." It sounded like a courtesy, but it was clearly a command. I walked with them, uncertain as to how I'd fucked up.

They took me past the private rooms that were designed to fulfill all kinds of desires. I had to admire the sound proofing. We came to an L in the hall and we went up a set of stairs to what must have been the third level of the warehouse the club was a part of. The two security guys stopped at a door.

"Go in," the talkative one told me. I considered him talkative because his partner didn't seem to have a passing acquaintance with the English language, so that man who'd spoken two sentences earned the top billing. I went in. It was a large executive office space with a fish tank fitted into one wall and a large cherry wood desk which was clear save for the one computer monitor on it. The occupant of the high-backed chair had turned away from me. There were three other chairs in front of the desk that looked suspiciously comfortable.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Cullen," a female voice said. It was strong and assertive, sounding like that of a forty to fifty year old non-smoker. I took a seat and the woman turned around. It took me a moment to place her because I don't normally read political blogs or the local papers. She was the councilwoman from my district. She'd spoke at my High School when I was seventeen. The subject of that talk and her very presence here was a dichotomy. Rebecca Lawson was anti-crime, anti-drug and a bastion of high moral thought. She lectured to us on abstinence being the only way a good boy or girl could get by in life. She had made a name for herself in curbing prostitution throughout the city. Now all of that made more sense. She was the biggest Madame in town.

She was also attractive, looking forty when I knew she was almost sixty. Her hair was white with a hint of silver. She wore a white silk jacket with a bone colored dress beneath it. The strands of pearls on her necklace were a nice touch to the ensemble. It was hard to say what her dimensions were, sitting behind that desk, but her complexion was clean and the lines of her face clearly defined, almost hawk-like. I guessed she was a woman who took care of herself. I also got the impression that she ate punks like me for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with a side order of humiliation for the unlucky.

"Mrs. Lawson," I said by way of a greeting. I tried to remain nonchalant, but deep down I was terrified because now I knew exactly why I was here.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"I have good idea," I replied.

"Good for you. I want twenty-five percent." She was referring to the new business I was setting up involving the high-class ladies and prostitution under my family's control -- family being myself, Danielle (my Lover), Mom, and April.

"Deal," I replied instantly. There was no reason to even bargain. I knew where I was on the food chain.

"Well, you were very quick of to agree," Lawson smiled.

"You hold all the cards. You have the political influence that can crush me or protect me. You have the client lists and have a better idea of what certain people will need than I do -- for now. There is also the small matter of me being in your club, with your security at the door. You said twenty-five percent when you could have said fifty, so I'll take the better offer while it is still on the table.

Mrs. Lawson laughed at that. "She says you area a very smart boy, in some ways. How would you like to keep more of your money?"

"I would."

"I want you to take on and train someone important to me. I want you to take them under your wing and hold them close in all things. You will keep her, hold her and protect her over all others. Do we have a deal?"

"No."

"No? You haven't even heard the rest of the offer. You are looking at increasing your wealth by a hundred thousand dollars a year," Lawson stated.

"Not worth it. I have two people I hold close and protect. I can't do it three times and I won't give up either of the women I am currently with.

"Two? I thought there was only one?" she said keenly interested.

"Danielle and my Sister April; I love them in different ways, but I won't give up either one for money, or anything else that I can imagine."

"What if the woman was very beautiful and devoted to you already?"

"If she is devoted to me then she knows what my answer is and will be. I have to say no to your generous offer."

Mrs. Rebecca Lawson laughed a deep sound that spread over the room. I figured I was about to die, or I had done something right. This woman was a renowned hard-ass after all.

"She told me you would say that; almost those exact words in fact."

"One last offer, but this is a good one. How would you like to start being seen with my youngest daughter? She has avoided the spotlight the rest of my brood has enjoyed, but she is showing some desire to step up now. This would open all kinds of doors for you. You would become part of my family and under my direct protection. Opportunities in politics and business would be open to you," Lawson offered.

"Thank you, but no."

"She is very attractive. I am sure she would be a good lover to you, honest and obedient," the councilwoman added.

"I am sure she is a wonderful, fantastic girl, but I am ecstatic where I am. Tell her I'm sorry?"

"So there is nothing I can do that would make you abandon your Lover and Sister? What if I exposed your entire scheme? It would ruin you all. You would lose everything. Would you throw away it all away?"

"What would I be losing? A few years of my life and I'd rebuild somewhere else. With my Sister and Danielle, I would end up okay."

"Are you sure they would sacrifice everything for you?" Lawson warned.

"I can't say. I can only say what I'll do."

"Aren't you even going to bother counter-threatening me? You could at least try that," she persisted.

"To what end? I've got nothing on you. There are some people that I can lie to but you aren't one of them. I'll save my wind for the prison choir."

"What about Seven? Would you sacrifice her?" Lawson threatened.

"She's not a part of this and nothing can be tied back to her. She's free and clear so you'll have to cook up something dirty if you want to get at her."

"If I did? If I destroyed her?" Lawson pondered.

"She could join me in my rebuilding efforts once we got away from your influence. She's a friend. It is foolish of me to say I can protect anyone from you. I don't think you will kill us and if you don't then we will get away from you and start up somewhere else."

"So, you would risk yourself for Seven? You barely know the girl. Why? What is so special about her? She's not your lover, nor is she your business partner."

"She's a friend and she did me a kindness once when she didn't have to. That is all the reason I need. I don't have a clue as to why she agreed to help me, if that is what you are looking for?"

"So even threats of physical violence against people around you, or against yourself, won't make you change your mind?" Lawson wondered out loud.

"Bones knit, skin heals, I can get by with one eye or one kidney, and the rest of the damage tends to be fatal, so I can't say I'm really all that worried about you having my ass kicked."

"Do you for a moment think I won't hurt you if I feel it is in my own best interest?" she threatened.

"No, not at all; I'm counting on the whole 'own best interest' to keep me going. I'm trying not to give you a reason to find me a liability." Lawson laughed again.

"Do you want to see my daughter, the one you turned away?" Lawson inquired.

"If you insist."

The door closest to the desk opened and a strikingly familiar woman walked in. I stood up because it was the polite thing to do. She had on suede calf boots, a pleated dark plaid skirt that went to her knees, a white blouse and a vest that was dark plaid in the front and black in the back. Her hair was long, and flowed freely around her as she glided into the room.

"Seven?" I boggled. "Your youngest daughter is Seven? Don't I feel like such an idiot now?"

"I will allow you this mistake," she laughed softly. "Do you regret your choice now?"

"About choosing Danielle over you? No. Besides, if I was the type of man who would dump one woman to advance myself with another, would you even give me the time of day?"

"We certainly wouldn't be here," Seven nodded. "What now?"

"How about we collect Danielle and go someplace and talk things over?"

"Does she need to know about us -- me and my Mother?" Seven asked.

"No, I won't give her knowledge that would harm her, but she will know of the deal in general and I think she will respect my wishes on not revealing all of the details," I responded.

"Dinner?" Seven inquired.

"Michael's sounds good and they stay open to one, in case we feel like a long talk."

"You two may leave my office now," Mrs. Lawson dismissed us both. Once outside, Seven sent a security guy to retrieve Danni.

"So, what in the hell did I ever do to you?" I quipped.

"You gave a woman a hug when she desperately needed one and didn't even know how to act. It is one thing to have empathy but it is a very rare person who acts on it. You didn't know her, but you made it your purpose to find out what she needed. So many people here find out a person's weaknesses and use that against them. Some people like being treated that way. She secretly wanted to be saved so you saved her. That's rare indeed."

"You make it sound like some fairy tale story. I still punish her when she misbehaves."

"I didn't say you two didn't have some kink in your relationship," Seven chuckled. "I wish you had a twin brother."

I looked at her for a long time.

"I wish I did too."

"So Seven is a partner too now?" Danni questioned.

"We can't really do it without her and we both think that her branching out will be good for each of us," I tried to assure Danielle.

"Don't worry," Seven grinned softly, "I gave him a very good offer to leave you for me and he didn't even flinch. You two have something special. Maybe I can find that magic for myself."

Danielle looked to me for verification and I gave it. Deep wounds take a long time to heal, as do deep betrayals. Danni trusted me; in due time she would trust me completely. Seven was a different story. I kept catching the way she looked at me. Either she was waiting to find a chink in my armor, proving I was like every other man she'd known, or she was waiting for a chance to displace Danielle in my life. I feared both possibilities. I almost missed what Danielle said.

"Damien needs to go home now. He's got a busy day ahead of him," she lied. I had tomorrow off and she knew it.

"You two should start living together," Seven smiled. "Most relationships are tested in the first six months of cohabitation."

"I need to keep up with matters at home, until I know what my Sister is doing for college. I don't feel safe leaving her there with Mom and Dad. Mom may be on our side, but she's still Mom. At some point I'm going to have to deal with Dad and that's going to get ugly," I promised.

"Go home. Get some sleep and you can meet again for lunch and plan out who our first victim will be. Seven can choose the lunch venue," Danielle said. I was getting the feeling I was being expelled from the table. Danni promised to pay my tab so I graciously left after planting a few kisses.

The ride home was filled with a mixture of fatigue and relief. The whole episode with Lawson had put me off dinner. Standing up to her (sort of) and then learning that Seven was her baby girl had worn my mind down so that I knew I wasn't at the top of my game. I needed to be thinking clearly tomorrow so I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.

I entered my apartment quietly. I checked and April was in my bed. I thought about the sofa but was too damn tired so I stripped down to my underwear and slid into bed with her. She turned over and snuggled into me.

"Hey," she whispered. I should have known she'd been faking sleep.

"Hey April, you should be asleep."

"There is something I have to ask you and I need an honest answer."

"Okay, what is it. I've always tried to be honest with you," I told her.

"Are we ever going to sleep together?" she asked cautiously. I had to think that over for a few seconds.

"No April; I don't think I can bring myself to change that part of our relationship. I guess I am a coward that way."

"Damien, I want you to be my first," she said, dropping those words on me. I found my chest tightening.

"I would need to think it over," I hesitated. April propped herself up on her elbow so that she was looking down on me. Her hair looked like a silky waterfall encasing her wonderful face.

"You would need to ask Danielle, wouldn't you?" she sighed. That was the real crux of the matter. I wanted my Sister and I wanted her to be happy and I was finding it harder to meet both goals.

"Yes I would," I explained. April smiled a devilish grin and I knew something's up.

"I already asked her and she says it is okay," she beamed. "That is why she sent you home tonight, so that we could have all tonight and tomorrow together. Isn't she wonderful?"

I felt wonderfully screwed. All I was left with was my own fear and the fear of disappointing my Sister and making those gorgeous eyes fill with tears.

"I'll be gentle," I said as I put my hand to the side of her head, teasing the earlobe then slowly lowering her lips down to mine.

"I trust you," she breathed into me.

"I'm glad at least one of us does," I grinned back. That earned a wondrous giggle from April.

"The first time tonight is going to be quick, to get some of the discomfort out of the way. We'll move on to the love-making when you feel ready to let me explore your body and eat you up. April nodded. I reached down between her thighs to see how much work I was looking forward to. She was sopping wet.

"I've been getting ready for you ever since you left the restaurant. Danielle gave me the call and wished me luck. Oh, I'm supposed to give you back more or less intact" she giggled again.

"I think someone is going to get a spanking tomorrow night," I grimaced. "I don't like getting played." I studied the guarded look April gave me. "Okay, I don't mind too much when it is the people I love, but ... someone should have trusted me to do the right thing."

"Can I make it up to you?" April said in a coquettish voice.

"No," I responded with love in my eyes. "Tonight is all you. I want the next twenty-four hours to be as perfect as I can make it." I said the right thing because April descended on me like an impassioned warrior leaping into their first battle. I had a hard time getting my other hand into play. It takes some effort to get her to spread her legs and give me greater access. It took me another minute to maneuver her where I wanted her, straddling my stomach. April was resisting.

"Pin me down, Damien, make me yours. Tie me up and restrain me. Make me your ... your ... your bitch."

That was not what I expected hear. I began to think she'd been having long talks with Danielle. April tries to roll off, but I shift around and don't let her. Instead I bring both hands together and pin her wrists above my chest. She struggles to break free, but I'm far stronger than she is. Her eyes became a mixture of fear and lust. She moved forward as I yank her arms to my head.

I clamped her wrists in one hand. She could have escaped then if she really wanted to, but it would have been painful as she twisted free. She learned this and her struggles lessened. With my now-free hand I moved down her breasts and stomach until I touched her now visible clit. I pulled on it lightly and she shivered. My hand moved down her thigh until my palm touched my penis. I brought it up until it touched her vaginal opening.

"Lower yourself," I told her. She looked fearful and confused. "Lower yourself," I commanded. Now she seemed to know what I was doing and she gulped and closed her eyes. I slowly pushed up with my binding hand so that she was more upright. Tentatively she tested my member expanding the walls to her vagina. She hesitated then pushed a little further. I felt it when she felt the obstruction and made that momentous decision.

She looked down at me, panting slightly. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, now more than ever," I responded. She lowered herself down further. I feel the pressure building up on my penis head and then it pushes free. A look of pain crossed her face but the sound coming out of her lips was, "aaahhh".

A tear rolled down from her right eye. I reached up and brushed it away. She purred to my touch. Her steady downward progress accelerated now that much of her fear of the unknown had evaporated. I had no doubt that she hurt, but she was the master of that pain. It wasn't something inflicted on her. When she was finally able to take all of me in and pushed down on the pelvic bone she gave me a smile to die for.

"I did it," she panted. She leaned down to kiss me but I blocked her with her own arms.

"No," I grinned wickedly. "You've been talking behind my back." I pulled myself up with just my stomach muscles until we were virtually face to face. I then pushed each arm behind her body until they crossed. I pinned them there with one hand and brought my other hand around.

"Slowly go up and down," I told her. "It will help your muscles to not cramp." She immediately obeyed. Even though our lips drew close, she didn't try to kiss me. I kept torturing myself like that for thirty seconds before I cracked and drew her into me. Our tongues surged and wrestled. She would not be tamed and I wouldn't stop trying. I did have on advantage that I then put to good use. I teased up her side and plucked at one terribly stiff nipple. I then lowered myself to it and began sucking on it.

April's breaths became rapid and gasping. I struck at two places simultaneously. I pinched her clit with my fingers as I bit into her nipple with my teeth. April lost it. She arched off my crotch so hard that I was afraid I'd scared the nipple when it was torn from my grasp. April wasn't a screamer. She was one of those women that channeled everything inside. Her body spasms and tensed in one giant rollercoaster of pleasure. When she tumbled down from that high, she fell on me hard. I crashed back onto the bed, her body sweaty and panting above me. I let go of her arms so she could better support herself.

"Oh ... that's what an orgasm is," she gasped. "Had I known what I've been missing I'd have seduced you years ago."

She wobbled herself so that she was on all fours hanging above me.

"What's next, Big Brother?" she wheezed.

"Have you ever heard of the sixty-nine position? I'd really like to get a taste of you," I asked. April nodded vigorously.

"I'll certainly get a taste of myself off of you."

"Have you done this before?" I inquire.

"Given a blowjob -- yes; sixty-nine -- no."

"We'll start on our sides and work from there," I explained.

"Damien ... was I any good?"

"For a first timer, you were stellar. Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"Yes. It hurt, but I knew it would hurt a bit. Feeling something inside me filling me up was ... indescribable."

"Would you like to feel that way again?" I inquired.

"NOW?" she pleaded loudly, then we both had a giggling fit.

We didn't change positions, we flowed into them. I told her to reach out and touch whatever part of me interested her and I would do the same for her. I ran my hands along her muscle lines, stroking with hairs of my backhand, or touching with a single finger so to not overwhelm any one spot with too much sensation. April, being much smarter than me, picked up on this quickly. My great regret became that this would be our only time together. I could never come back to this extraordinary moment.

We finally got into the position where she was still on top facing the right side of bed while I was on my back facing the left. She lowered her head to my cock and popped the head in audibly.

"Whoa April, it is not a race. I'm with you all night long so take your time," April looked under herself between her breasts clearly wanting more information.

"Has anyone ever gone down on you?" I asked

"No. I had a guy who tried but he said it was gross. That sucks considering how many guys have asked me for blowjobs."

"That's good actually. Let me play with your vagina and clitoris. Enjoy it. Once you figure out what feels right to you, practice the technique out on me. We have all night and Dad's supply of Viagra if I get tired."

I pulled her hips down slightly and began kissing her inner thighs. I ran my tongue up to the rise where the body leads you to the pussy, touching that line and making broad strokes around it. April began doing the same, with the addition of little bites now and again. I then brought my fingers into play. Again, it was much more a tactile experience

April responded by slowly wrapping her hand around my shaft and not pumping it; more like racking her fingernails along it. I'd never had that sensation before. To show just how smart my sister was, when I finally ran a finger along her slit, one finger to on each side; April spread one hand down and gently massaged my balls.

I pointed my tongue into a sharp point and circled the top of her clit. April shuddered and groaned out, "Oh Damien keep doing that ..." I figured that her clit and vagina were still sore from her first round of intercourse so a tender hand was needed. I was glad to not be hurting her. April being so receptive was a major blessing. After speaking April began licking and kissing the head of my penis while continually stroke my balls.

I took a moment to say, "I like that a whole lot. Please keep it up." April responded with a steady increase in tempo. I put my lips back to work on her clit and vaginal opening. I moved the first finger in carefully. I could feel the tension in her, but April mastered it and relaxed her strained muscles. My first finger made small circles inside. This was an exploratory mission to find her sensitive spots on the inside. A good way in I found one. She nearly bit my penis.

"Sorry," she gasped. "It was ... I didn't expect ... that was fantastic."

"It is called a G-spot Sis. I just found yours," I responded trying not to let the pain seep through to my voice. She gently kissed my abused member anyway.

"Were you looking for it?"

"Every man should, April. Sex is about pleasure, joy and happiness. You seek joy, find pleasure and are filled with happiness when you are done."

"Is it always like this for you?" April said between gulps of cock.

"I had lost my way. Sex became about anger, pain and depression. Danielle helped me find my way back. She took the anger and the pain away. I could deal with the depression after that."

I want back to exploring her pleasure centers and she discovered that saliva is good for deducing the frictions of hand jobs. There was no problem with moisture on April's end. Wet enough to work well with and not too much to be in the way. As easily as I could manage it while sucking full time on her clit, I wiggled a second finger inside. It was slow going as her vaginal walls had to adjust to another intruder in the night.

Partly by accident and partially out of perverse desire, I let one finger migrate up to her anus. I didn't go in. I just had it tap on the sphincter. That earned me an extra 'galumph' from April and a deeper penetration of my shaft. I took that to be a positive sigh. I would have said something, but my tongue had gotten into a great flicking rhythm on her clit and I didn't want to give that up. I also felt like my own climax was coming fast. My problem was that I wanted her to come first and that required me to cheat.

I had both fingers make circles on her G-spot while my digit pressed on her ass and I bit down on her clit. I can be a real bastard at times. April shot up. Her knees slammed into my shoulders, her hands dug into my thighs right below my hips and her head popped painfully off my penis as her back arched and some wordless growling filled the room. It may have been one of the sexiest and scariest orgasms I have ever seen.

We both sat there in silence for half a minute. April looked back at me like this person I had never seen before. She grabbed my penis in a strong grasp and plunged her mouth down on it, taking in half of it in the first gulp. The feeling was incredible. Since her hand didn't have the room to pump anymore, it was expanding and contracting, controlling the blood flow up my shaft. I could feel the back of April's throat as she gamely tried to take more of me in. I also felt the gag reflex kicking in.

"April, I'm coming," I rasped out. She bobs her head harder and faster.

"April, I'm coming right now," and she wouldn't relent. I couldn't hold it any longer.

"I ..." and I started shoot blasts of semen down her throat. April started chocking. I was in no position to help her. I heard her slurping like a madwoman but I felt wetness go down my shat and into my pubic hair. She rolled off of me and onto her side. From the look on her face, she was clearly upset.

Her face was also a mess. I'd splashed some on her nose and cheeks.

"I'm sorry Damien. I tried to be as good as Danielle, but I couldn't take it all in. You come a lot and I started chocking and ..."

I leaned in and kissed her. I licked some of my semen off her nose.

"You don't think that's gross?" April asked.

"I had you swallow a whole lot more of it a few seconds ago. I'm not in love with the stuff, but I'd like to clean off your face without either of us leaving the bed at this moment. So, I'm licking you," and I proceeded to do just that. April returned the favor by cleaning my penis and pubic region. I had a few hairs spit at me for her trouble.

We crawl up to the top of the bed together and settle into each other's arms. In some ways it is the same comfortable relationship we have always had. I've seen my Sister naked before and it has never particularly weirded me out because, well, she was my Sister. She's still my Sister now -- that hasn't changed. Things are better. She's a woman I might have never seen if it wasn't for tonight. I can't go back to where I was two hours ago. That knowledge hurt far less than I thought it would. I tell April my thoughts. She hugs me tightly

"I've always seen you as a sexual being," April confesses. "From the time I knew that boys and girls were different, you were always there for me. Do you remember how when the phone rang I would run to you no matter where you were so you would hug me?

"Yes."

"I would have friend call me at night when you were in the shower, so I could come running in and have you hold me. I liked the feel of naked you against me."

"Why didn't you ever say anything? I would have understood," I state.

"You are the only man I have ever wanted to sleep with Damien? How does a thirteen year old girl tell that to the senior captain of the swim team? You would have thought I was nuts. Worse, you would have set aside college to take care of me."

"April, I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"I tried other guys, but they were either pigs who wanted my tits, or stoners, or bums who had no idea what they were doing. None of them treated me with the respect you treated me with. No one asked me how my day was without following that up with going out on Friday night. So I got the reputation as a cock-tease."

"Damien, are you angry with Danielle?" April asked.

"No," I smiled at April, "she loves me and I love her and she did something that she felt would make me happy, though I didn't think it would at that moment. Love is trusting the unknown April."

"How did I stack up against Danielle," April inquired hesitantly. I studied April to the point that I'm clearly not happy about something and she slowly tried to shrink away but I don't let her.

"Don't ever go down that path April. Don't judge yourself by the actions or body of another. To see you do so makes me both sad and angry. You are smarter than that. The best way I can put it is to say you are not the same people."

"Danielle is short and gets into certain positions easily. She has small slender fingers that feel like letter openers when she scratches. She is tight top and bottom. She has a round face that accents her eyebrows and eyes. Danielle is experienced, but by no means the most experience person have I dealt with. Danielle is the Angel from Hell doing her 1,001 penances before she can go to heaven."

"You April are a fire burning in a mountainside cabin that keeps out the winter chill. You have more of the nurturing Nordic goddess about you. You have a strong body and long limbs, with strong fingers made to massage and explore a body with fingertips not nails. You are more aggressive, more energetic, and ... joyful.

"So which one of us does you like better?" teases April.

"I can't live without either of you, so please don't ask me to make that choice."

"She's afraid that I will take you from her," April says with a ting of sadness.

"It won't happen, but it will be something she looks for over a long time. That pain is one of the reasons I am going to destroy her ex-husbands. I am destroying him utterly."

April cuddled up my body until she could kiss my ear and temple.

"You would do the same thing if someone hurt me, wouldn't you?" April states.

"They would never find the body. No one hurts you."

"When I found out about all of this I went after Danielle. I read you filed -- you need better encryption -- and the stuff I found wasn't about a bad woman. She'd been hurt. You stepped up and made her happy. I really wanted to hate her. I knew she was going to tell me to take a leap off a deep bridge. Instead she asked to meet with me.'

"We get there and I know that when I see her I'm going start screaming at her for being a forty year old skank dating a twenty-two year old man. She beats me to the punch. She tells me that she hates me because he loves me (April) more than her (Danielle)."

"Basically we feel the same way about one another for the exact same reason. Five minutes later we are all laughing. Either you were a total lying bastard or you really did love us equally. I don't think you've ever gotten away with lying from me."

"So, how did it end?" I asked curiously.

"We agreed to a time share agreement. She gets Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. I get Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday."

"I get Monday? Bloody Monday? Don't the two of you think I might want a say?" I groaned.

"Go ahead. You vote for your plan, Danielle and I will vote for our plan; ours wins," April grinned triumphantly.

"Let's not talk about this anymore," April said softly.

"What do you want to talk about," I responded in a serious tone. April turned and sat back on her haunches and raised her hand up in a bunny fashion. She tilted in and started sniffing and pawing at my arm.

"What's up with this?" I wondered.

"More orgasm ... I want more orgasm ... do you have orgasm here," she poked under my arm, "or here, "she looked into my ear, "of .... Here!" and pounced onto my crotch. She immediately was licking and cupping my balls in her hands. This feisty display had gotten me aroused and I was responding.

This time I used my superior weight to bear her down. Our limbs were only momentarily locked. By unspoken mutual consent we were free to explore each other's bodies. We were constantly moving up and down each other as I was suckling on a nipple one instant and then she had me up in a blindly sensuous kiss. April gave. She held nothing back and expected everything in return.

She was smart enough to know she had to learn things and be patient enough to know she had to encourage our lovemaking in directions she found interesting. For my part, I tried to be as receptive as possible. We didn't try out a variety of positions. Instead we moved around letting one exploration stress us toward a different way that otherwise we wouldn't have chosen to pursue; it was by mutual understanding.

April liked being on her back. She liked it when I played with her legs in various positions. She liked it when I stole a feather and tickled her feet as I cruelly pushed her toward her third orgasm. April liked tickling and touching and feeling the breath and the heartbeat of her lover after the act. To her that was the second best part of the whole affair.

For my part, and I talked to her about this, April was a Talker. She liked to talk in the lead up to sex, during sex and in the afterglow of sex. I did explain to her that some partners wouldn't appreciate this as much as I did. She worried about it, but told her is a gift, not a condition. She could control it and if she sensed the partner wanted quiet, she could be quiet.

"Do you want me to be quiet?" April questioned me.

"I would never want you to do anything that you felt wrong about. No, I don't want to be quiet. It wouldn't be you and I am here with April Cullen and that is who I want to hear.

April scooted to the edge of the bed. She was still moving tenderly, undoubtedly sore in places she'd never been sore in before. She slid off the bed and stood up giving me a great view of her thighs, ass, and athletic back. Her hair was plastered too much of her upper back from the heat of our love-making.

"For a onetime thing," I asked, "was it as good as you had hoped?" April looked over her shoulder and smirked.

"Who says this is a onetime thing, Brother Damien?"

"But we agreed ..." I stammered.

"You assumed," she giggled as she made her way to the bathroom. "I don't recall making any promises."

"Come on and join me in the shower," she offered seductively.

I got out of bed and groaned. "Do I have a choice?"

"Brother, you have a whole day with me. Reward me for being good, punish me for being bad, or do both at the same time if you like. Just don't hate me for wanting you.

I walked and held her tightly to my arms. "I could never do that. You are my blood, my body, my soul. Now more than ever I know I cannot live without you. I think the question really is this: what lives will you let me live?"

"What if I ask you to leave Danni?" April said with real fear in her voice. I lowered my head.

"I'd die. I can't live knowing I've caused her harm. I can't." I softly made my declaration.

"Can she make me go away?" April said close to tears.

"Never; it has to be both of you. Danielle saved me. April, you have always been at my side even in the worst times. You are both intertwined with my life now. Try as I might to deny it, I love you in a new and stronger way right now. It is something I can never give up."

"Can we stand in the shower for a while embracing and feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed together like when I made you think that I was afraid of the phone"

"Of course April; I'm always going to be here for you."