Always Summer
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Apart from Christmas which was spent with us in New York, with everyone... the other holidays were spent in whatever capacity the three families could manage... together! This now included Julie and her partner Carly, a gorgeous Puerto Rican girl that she had committed to two years previously; and Elspeth and Phoebe... both still unmarried and committed to their careers. All the Aunties spoiled the boys’ silly.
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Living in New York had its perks. After a year of absence, I had returned to modeling part-time, which I continued. I had finished college and obtained my degree in English Lit., and in recent years had successfully authored several fictional YA stories; I wasn’t a big name or anything, I earned better money from modeling, but I was doing something I liked and it made me happy. Blake earned the greater portion of our finances... he had a regular and successful exhibition at our local art gallery, and he had a great gig illustrating children’s books.
Jordan had pleaded not guilty on the grounds of insanity... He was sentenced, but he was sentenced to a psychiatric unit. I don’t know what happened to him, I couldn’t spend any energy on that part of my life. I hoped that he did get help though... Blake still wanted to kill him... that would never change. I still felt sorry for him... all that potential, fucked up!
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Mom and Dad stayed for some lunch, but they adored the boys... and they always were keen to get them home and have them to themselves. Especially now that they were semi retired. So they left promptly after lunch.
I moved back through the townhouse after the boys had gone, cleaning as I went. Blake’s and my clean ways had yet to rub off on our progeny.
Blake had been talking for two years about trying for a girl... The gap with the boys would be a little big, but since we were only 25 years old, and were still so young, I had finally acquiesced a month ago. This was our first month off the pill.
And of course, with the fire that remained burning between Blake and I; it would be no time at all before he managed to succeed in putting a bun in the proverbial oven. Blake was always telling me that he could never get enough of me... he reasoned it with losing me and then getting a second chance after I returned. I guess I feel the same... life’s short! It helped that my husband was a Fucking Hot Man!
Blake.
She was scooting around cleaning up after the boys...
I love grandparent month... I get to fuck her whenever I want... and right now... I want!
I had already indicated I was on the prowl for her; I’d tried to cop a feel in the art studio, and I knew she felt my arousal.
I wanted another child... I was after a little girl like Summer, and I was hankering to get that trying for a baby thing happening! The last time we fell pregnant was a glorious accident... this time there’ll be no accident about it!
Summer had had a traumatic time birthing the boys, and of course the surrounding issues were hard to subtract from the whole experience, so she had taken years to convince. She was also frightened at the prospects of having another set of twins. I was hoping for only one this time too. Twins are fucking hard work! However, since the boys were older now, hopefully they’d be good big brothers.
I followed her down the hallway to the boy’s room, but before she got there I reached out for her and pulled her back into my arms, turning her around so I could look at her.
“Hello.” I said.
“Hi!” she said coyly, biting her bottom lip.
She’s so pretty... so insanely gorgeous to me... my heart just speeds up every time I think of being with her!
I think she’s even more beautiful than she used to be.
At twenty-five, she’d truly grown into a woman. The boys didn’t destroy her body like she’d worried about during her pregnancy. The curves that she developed from the pregnancy were sinfully sexy!
She was wearing a pretty little pink buttoned up blouse, and a short and sweet, white, flouncy skirt.
“You must be hot!” I said, pulling at the hem of her shirt.
“Why?” she asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Because you have too many clothes on!” I complained, leaning into her.
“Whose fault is that?” she asked, throwing her head back to look me dead straight in the eyes.
I smiled excitedly and began to undo the buttons of her blouse... slowly, one by one!
She did nothing... just stood there waiting for me to open her blouse. She’d dressed for the occasion.
Her breasts were being held up by the sexiest bra I’d ever laid eyes on... and it was definitely new! A lusty purple color... with a sateen lower cup that pushed her breasts up; and a shear lace upper cup that held her nipples in, but otherwise did nothing to hide them. The twin straps had tiny bows at the tops of the cups.
I slid her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, allowing it to fall behind her on the floor.
I looked into her eyes... they were smoldering... she was horny as hell! But she was going to let me go at my pace... for now.
I unzipped her skirt at the side, and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her panties matched her bra... a see through, lacy, low riding hipster thong... Fuck!
I had intended to take things slow, but I wanted what was being promised... I knew the quality of the goods... I wasn’t waiting around.
I grabbed her up and cradled her in my arms... her arms went around my neck as I carried her to our bedroom. We’d get a chance to rechristen the rest of the house later... this was a bedroom job!
I threw her on the bed... she giggled, and I smiled.
I stripped down in record time to my boxers.
She stayed there, looking all innocently at me as I moved towards her.
“What do you plan on doing to me?” she asked shyly.
God... I loved it when she played it up!
“Make you scream my name!” I said confidently.
“Hah!” she scoffed, smiling. “You’ve gotta know what you’re doing to get that reaction.” She chuckled, beginning to roll away.
I pounced on her... grabbing her wrists and slamming them back into the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I snarled... enjoying this moment.
“My drawer... I have a cock in there that might make me scream...” she teased.
It was true... there was a cock in the drawer that made her scream... when I used it on her!
“I’ve got a cock right here that’s bigger, better, and ready... right now!” I informed her.
“Do you know how to use it?” she asked, lifting her hips to rub her pussy up my thigh.
I groaned.
I leant down and began to devour her mouth, at the same time that I reefed her hands up above her head and held them in one hand, and allowed my other hand to head straight down for her clit.
I rubbed at her through the sheer lacy fabric... her panties were moist, and she began moaning against my mouth.
I pulled back, remaining in control of her wrists and continuing to rub her clit.
“Fuck!” she breathed.
“Oh, I know you like that! You’re wet for me!” I growled.
“Fuck...” she said again... biting her bottom lip.
I let go of her hands.
“Leave them there.” I demanded... indicating her hands.
“Oh...” she moaned.
I pulled the cups... well the lace, down off her breasts.
The several silvery stretch marks that laced over the mounds of her breasts had done nothing to detract from the beauty of her c-cup tits. They reminded me every time that this woman was mine... they were my permanent mark that she was mine... the mother of my children! They fuelled my possessiveness.
Taking turns to suckle those nipples, I placed my hand into her panties to continue bringing her to the brink of an orgasm using my fingers on her clit.
The moment she was about to shatter into the throes of an orgasm, I ceased.
“Blake!” she screamed in frustration.
“Do y
ou want me to make you come?” I demanded.
“Fuck, yes!” She groaned. As I pulled her panties off and threw them aside.
“Do you want this cock?” I asked her, as I knelt up and pulled down my boxers... “Or should I get that cock out?” I indicated toward her beside drawer, which held the smaller dildo that I’d bought for my use on her.
“You... I want you!” she pleaded.
I leant forward... and holding my erection close to the entrance of her pussy, I teased her, by rubbing up and down her wet folds.
“Blake... please!” she begged.
I centered myself over the entrance and plunged into her, stopping once I had penetrated her to the hilt.
“Fuck me Blake!” she asked breathlessly.
She felt so fucking good...
I love Grandparent month... I’m gonna fuck this woman everywhere!
From the Author
Parts of this story dealt with mental illness and in particular… depression. I’d like to encourage any reader who is experiencing depression to seek assistance from family, friends, counseling services, telephone hotlines, General Practitioners and any other service that may be available to them. I would also like to encourage family and friends that are concerned about a loved one experiencing depression, to be proactive in assisting their loved one in accessing help to manage their illness.
Too many tragedies occur when we do nothing.
I would also encourage readers to put aside any prejudice against mental illness, and recognize that there are many people in our communities suffering from the debilitating effects of all types of illness; of which, mental illness is but one type; and just as physical illnesses such as cardiac disease or diabetes require ongoing assistance, medication and understanding; so too do mental illnesses.
I realize that this book at times dealt with the darker side of mental illness; but I would like to acknowledge the many wonderful people in the world who deal effectively with their mental illnesses, and experience vastly fulfilling and successful lives. I am blessed to count some of these exceptional people amongst those that I love and love me in return.
Thank you for reading my book… I hope you enjoyed it.
Criss
Table of Contents
Always
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
From the Author