by Lilly Wilder
“My dad…” I manage to mutter. “He’s awake.”
“What are we waiting for?” he smiles widely. “Let’s head to the hospital now.”
“Just… need to grab my bag…”
I feel lost, like this isn’t happening, like it’s all some dream and I’m afraid I’ll wake up, and we’ll still be stuck in that old house, tied up to the chairs. But, Anderson’s presence reminds me this is real. His hands in mine prove this is reality. And, I’ll never have to be afraid again.
We reach the hospital quickly, and that same nurse welcomes us. She is wearing the same white outfit, only now it isn’t as painful as that first time. Her hair is in a bun this time, and she is wearing more mascara than usual. It seems that even she looks like there is something to celebrate.
“Miss Holloway,” she smiles at me, “I’m happy to tell you that your father is awake, and all of his vital signs are steady.”
“That’s wonderful…” I can barely speak from the tears that want to surge out.
This has been the moment I’ve been waiting for, and it is finally here. A tidal wave of relief washes over me, and I just let this realization sink in.
“We wanted to call you immediately. Now, you can see him, but only for a little while. We don’t want to overstimulate him as that might not be beneficial to his recovery,” she nods as she speaks, and I can only agree with that.
“Of course,” I assure her. “I’ll be very careful. Can I go in now?”
“Yes,” she opens the door to his room, and I walk inside.
He is lying on the same bed, and it looks like an equal number of tubes is still connected to his body. His chest rises and lowers slowly, rhythmically. The beeping sounds of the machines fills up the room, so it’s never completely quiet. I wonder how he will sleep now. He always prefers it full dark and completely silent, to rest properly.
I take a few steps towards his bed, and the sound of my footsteps makes him open his eyes. I hasten my steps and sit on a chair near the bed. I cup his hand with mine, careful with the IV insert. It looks shriveled, almost like it doesn’t belong to him anymore, but to some much older man.
“Dad…” I whisper, overcome by emotion.
I’m not even trying to prevent my tears from streaming down my face. I just let them. But, the smile on my face is unbeatable. I have him back. Finally, I can say what he needs to hear, so that we can both move on.
“M…” he tries, but can’t finish.
“Shhh,” I gesture at him with my fingers not to try and speak. “You’re too weak. Don’t try to talk. Just listen, OK?”
I snivel a little, and he gives me a weak nod. I caress his stubby face. He’s lost so much weight. He looks ill. Just looking at him makes me want to cry even more.
“You need a good shave, dad,” I try a chuckle, and it works. I need to stay positive, for him and for myself. “We’ll get you sorted out when you get home. Just focus on getting better and don’t worry about anything else, OK? That’s your number one priority now.”
I keep nodding, like a stupid bobble head, but I don’t know what else to do. This is hard. Harder than I thought. I see the pain in his eyes, and it’s killing me.
“Dad… I’m so sorry about everything…” I start, not really knowing what words to use.
Not like I practiced it in front of the mirror. You can never practice this kind of a speech. Forgiveness comes from the heart, not from some rehearsed set of words. That’s what my mother always taught me. Just to speak from my heart and let it be my guide. The mind might need some help occasionally in choosing the right words, but the heart always knows. It feels what needs to be said, so it’s easy.
“I know what happened to mom, and I know you’ve been living with the guilt all these years…”
My voice trails away as I speak. I wipe the tears from my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes tell me that he knows.
“And... I haven’t made it easy on you,” I continue. “I want to tell you that I forgive you. I know that Mom forgives you, too. And most importantly, you should forgive yourself.”
One stray tear rolls down his face, and I wipe it with my hand.
“Don’t cry,” I tell him. “Everything will be alright. Just come home, OK?”
He nods, more forcefully this time, like he wanted to convince me that he means it this time. I press my lips on his hand, softly. He is cold. I adjust his blanket a little, and he gifts me a smile. I kiss his sweaty forehead, then squeeze his hand.
“I gotta go now, dad. But, I promise I’ll be back soon, OK?”
It’s getting harder and harder to talk, my words are swallowed by the tears that just won’t stop.
“Later, alligator,” I wave at him, then exit the room slowly.
Anderson is there, and he immediately wraps me up in a hug. I bury my nose into his neck, and we remain like that for a few moments. I feel like the whole world has stopped spinning, just for me, just so I could have this special moment, and I’ve never been more grateful for anything I had in my life.
“How is he?” Anderson asks, once I let go.
“Weak.” My answer is honest. I guess, I picked up more from Fynn than I intended to. “But, he’ll be fine. Us Holloways are like that. Resilient. You can’t kill us.”
Anderson chuckles, presses his lips to my temple, and we walk out of the hospital, hugging. I feel the newfound lightness in my step, and I know that life will be perfect from now on, because I will make sure that it is.
Chapter 29
That same evening, I’m sitting on the sofa, reading my book. Huddled underneath a small blanket, I can’t really focus on what the heroine should do, and I can’t really root for her, mostly because I can’t stop smiling. I can’t stop thinking how fortunate I am, to have everything I ever wanted, right by my side.
A little later, Anderson walks in. He has a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes are beaming.
“Come on,” he says chirpily, without any introduction or explanation why, and offers me his hand.
“Where?” I smile, closing my book and taking him by the hand.
“You’ll see,” he tells me playfully. “Just be patient.”
“You know that’s not one of my strong suits,” I laugh.
He takes me over to the ground floor bathroom, the one with the big bath tub. The upper floor bathrooms all have shower stalls instead.
“Now, close your eyes,” he instructs me, before opening the door.
“OK,” I reply, feeling giddy.
I hear him open the door, and he leads me in, my eyes still closed.
“Open.”
The moment I open my eyes, I find an amazing oasis of relaxation inside. There are red and white candles scattered about the bathroom. There is a soft scent of jasmine permeating the air. I see my favorite bathing products in the corner of the bathtub, next to a glass of wine, filled to the brim.
“Wow,” I gasp in awe. “What is all this?”
“Fynn and I decided that today is a great day to celebrate,” he explains. “Your father is awake. And, you are the best thing that ever happened to us. What more could we want?”
“You guys…” I cup his face with my hands and give him a smooch on the lips.
“So, you just rest and relax in the tub, everything you need is here, but if we missed anything, there’s a bell you can ring for assistance.”
He points at an actual little bell next to the wine glass, and I chuckle out loud.
“You guys really thought of everything,” I wink. “You’re amazing.”
“And, that’s not all.”
“Seriously?”
“Fynn’s cooking dinner,” he tells me importantly. “I’m just the helper. You know I’d burn the house down if I cooked on my own.”
“Sounds about right,” I grin. “Alright then. I shall go enjoy myself, and I’ll see you in a bit for dinner.”
He closes the door behin
d him, and in a few minutes, I find myself sinking into a full bath filled with hot, bubbly water. The feeling is divine. But, it’s not only the bubble bath, and the scented candles, and the dinner. It’s them. It’s always been them.
I glance at the door, hoping to hear their voices from the kitchen, but the door is shut. I still smile, and sink deeper into the water, letting its velvety smoothness enshroud me. After a short while, I wash myself and quickly rinse off. When I walk upstairs to my bedroom, I see a little red dress laid out nicely on the bed. Next to it, there is a little note, with a rose attached to it.
Wear this.
Feeling as giddy as a fifteen year old madly in love, I hastily jump into this curve hugging dress, and put just a little dash of make up on. I walk over to the mirror, smiling. Not only smiling, beaming with happiness. The person looking back at me looks like a completely different person. She is confident. She is daring. She is fearless. She has found everything she has ever wanted in life, and more.
Raking my fingers through my hair loosely and adjusting my waves a little, I walk downstairs. There are pots and pans everywhere, on the kitchen stands, the counters, the island. Fynn is bending over the stove. The oven light is on. When he turns to me, I see he’s wearing an apron, and I can’t resist giggling.
“You guys really went all in, didn’t you?” I walk around the kitchen island, and approach Fynn. “Mmm, you smell like chicken.”
“What about me?” Anderson suddenly closes the fridge door, and he appears again in my field of vision.
He gets near me, and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“You smell like cake,” I smile. “Oh, my god, you guys. You baked a cake?”
“Would be nice, no?” Anderson laughs. “But, no. We just ordered it.”
“Still,” I nod. “You guys are amazing. Putting all this together.”
“It’s still not done,” Fynn tells me, walking over to me, and wrapping me up in a big, bear hug. “You go to the dining room, and sit your little self down. Dinner will be ready in fifteen.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”
“No way, Jose,” Anderson shakes his head, then proceeds to push me gently out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
Only then do I see that the dining room has also been decorated. There are candles everywhere, nestled in our old candle stands. I wonder where they found them. But, I’m lucky they did. The curtains on the big window are drawn, the lights are dimmed. There is soft music playing in the background.
“This is absolutely incredible,” I say, as Anderson pulls a chair and sits me down at the table.
They proceed to set the table with a full blown four course meal, and by the end of it, I feel stuffed like a Christmas turkey. But, I know there is something else I want a taste of.
“Follow me,” I tell them teasingly, as I head to the bedroom.
Once we’re there, I point at them to sit on the bed, one next to the other. I play some soft music, and I start undressing for them, seductively stepping out of my dress and letting it drop to the floor. I turn away from them, unclasping my bra, as the straps glide down my arms, and off my perky little breasts. One arm is keeping them from plain sight, the other throws my bra at the guys. Anderson chuckles, and Fynn remains calm, his eyes focused on mine.
Then, my fingers find the thin line of my dainty, lace underwear, and I bend over slowly, bewitchingly, pulling down my panties as I do so. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve only been with one man before Fynn and Anderson, and the last thing I could ever call myself was adventurous in bed. But, seeing the way they look at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world, fills me with unsurpassed courage and confidence. I want to be everything for them. I want to make them happy and fulfilled in every single way a woman can fulfill a man. Or, two.
I stand up, leaving my panties on the ground. Taking a little sigh of encouragement, I turn around. Slowly, step by step, I walk over to them. I’ve never felt more confident, more desired than I’m feeling now. I help them out of their shirts, out of their pants, until we’re all left completely naked.
I go onto the bed first, making sure to move slowly and deliberately. I prop myself onto my knees, my legs spread wide, giving them a good look of my wet pussy. Anderson jumps at the opportunity as his open mouth flies towards it, but I shake my finger at him.
“I want you to fuck my brains out,” I tell them, biting my lower lip, allowing my cheeks to overtake the color of red completely.
There is no shame anymore, no embarrassment. I know what I want, and I want it now.
My own hand slides down against my lower belly, even lower, playing with my curls, my finger sliding between my soft, pink folds.
“I’m so wet for you…” I moan.
“Fuck…” I hear Anderson mutter, and his cock is erect, strong, begging to dive into me. “Got any more condoms?”
“No,” I shake my head. “You don’t need it.”
“But…” he starts.
“Neither of you needs it,” I tell them.
“I won’t be able to pull out,” Anderson admits, and Fynn nods as well.
“I know you will take care of me,” I tell them. “That’s why I want you to do everything to me. But, I need you to do it now… now…”
I moan some more, as my fingers spread my pussy even more, juices already leaking down my inner thighs. They change places, and I find Anderson in front of me, and Fynn grabbing at my hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Fynn says as he spreads my ass cheeks.
I hiss loudly, my fingers digging into the pillow, trying to smother my moans. Fynn’s fingers are playing with my pussy, my hardened clit begging, all swollen and needy. Anderson’s cock is in front of me, and I lick the cream off the top of it. He moans, his voice like music to my ears. I don’t want to take it slow this time. I want them to own me, every part of my body, as well as my heart.
“Put it in your mouth,” Anderson instructs. “And, swallow every drop of my hot seed.”
I see his thickness in front of me, and the fingers of my hand can’t really fit around his entire girth. The thought of him filling me up with it again makes me shiver with delight. Fynn notices, and continues to play with my pussy, not wanting to fuck me still. The anticipation is too much. I’m walking between pain and pleasure, but I know the pleasure will be all the greater if I wait just a little longer.
I lick Anderson’s cock again, my tongue tasting more of him this time. My fingers slide down his length, then back up. His cock is tense now, waiting, eager. His fingers find my hair, raking through it, grabbing a handful, but he doesn’t dictate the tempo. I do.
I open my mouth and let him slide in. My lips close around him, tightening. He goes in a little deeper every time, my tongue flat against his base. I take more of him in, feeling him all the way in the back of my throat. I’m full of him. And, at that moment, Fynn enters me, spreading my ass and pussy as wide as he could. I feel like I have relinquished all control to them, and yet, it still gives me a strange sense of power.
I groan with pleasure, and Anderson feels the vibrations of my throat on his cock.
“Fuuuuck…” he moans, as his hips buck into me, digging deeper.
I start sucking him off faster, as Fynn keeps fucking my brains out – just the way I wanted them to. Fynn’s hands grip my ass, slapping it occasionally, leaving dirty, red marks, which I can’t wait to see in broad daylight. Hot flames surge through my body, my pussy begging for release, as I become a plaything of these two men who have taught me the true meaning of living.
I feel helpless in their hands, spread on the bed, completely naked, completely owned. Fynn thrusts into me hard, and I get lost in the sensation, bucking backwards against him, as he hits that sensitive spot no one has ever touched before. He adds a thumb to this winning combination, brushing it softly first against my clit, just to tease me.
Pleasure peaks
inside of me. My entire body shakes, but I know I won’t fall. I’ll never fall as long as I have them to hold me. So, I fully let go, with Fynn fucking my drenched pussy and with Anderson’s bulging cock in my mouth. My head is swimming with all the adrenaline. My pussy welcomes every ripple of ecstasy they send my way. It feels like my fingers are charged with electricity, and I finally come.
Panting, trembling, I’m a hot mess of my own juices. Fynn keeps fucking me mercilessly, and I hear him groan my name. His fingers dig into my flesh, but I don’t feel it. I’ve lost track of time and space. There is only now, only this moment. Nothing else exists.
A moment later, Fynn thrusts into me hard, harder than before, hissing loudly. Anderson waits patiently, as I grab his cock again with my hand, jerking him off, while sucking. He cums in one big gush right into my mouth. I choke a little, but I manage to swallow it all in one gulp. Both of them are still buried inside of me. We’re all still moving, going, but our motions are getting slower and slower.
Our bodies rock together in the force of that peak. So many sensations have passed through my body that I was barely able to keep track of them all. Breathing heavily, we drop down onto the bed, and the whole room is still spinning. I’m too shaken from that orgasm to be able to think straight, let alone speak a coherent sentence.
Luckily, we don’t need to speak. Everything’s been said already. We fall asleep hugging, dreaming of our future together.
Chapter 30
Epilogue – 5 years later
“I swear, I look so bloated, I feel like a whale,” I huff and puff looking at myself in the mirror.
My hands are resting on my bulging belly, which protrudes from my flowery summer dress that I just put on. I’m due in a month, but it feels like I’m due in a week.
The twins are 3, and we all decided that it would be nice to keep all the siblings relatively close in age. So, here we are. Pregnant – again.
“You look gorgeous,” Anderson reminds me, approaching me from behind, and wrapping his arms around me. “And, you smell like a snack.”