Twisted Fates (Fates Reborn)

by GM Scherbert

  Sinking deep in her cunt with her sitting on my lap is only to get my dick wet some before taking her ass. Sucking a finger into my mouth, my hand finds its way behind her and I start to slowly probe her asshole. I set a slow rhythm, until I have two fingers in her ass, feeling them against my cock while I am fucking her has my blood running hot, and me needing to come.

  We have played on occasion with beads, and even a few plugs but fucking her ass has always been a limit she didn’t want to even talk about. After seeing the way her ass jiggles, and reddens under my hand for the past weeks, I knew that being buried deep inside it was something that was going to happen. Tonight, after seeing her in that yellow dress and heels, when she twirled around at the shop and I could see just a hint of her ass cheeks sticking out when her skirt flew up, I just can’t stop myself.

  Grabbing her hips roughly, lifting her up and down on my cock I wait for the moment to see the glaze in her eyes, before flipping her around. Which proves to be somewhat of a challenge while in this fucking row boat, maybe my idea wasn’t the best, but now that we are here, this shit is happening.

  With us each facing the same way, I pull her down onto my cock ever so slowly, using her fluids on my cock, and the spit and juices from my fingers to ease my cock into her ass. Ever so slowly I find myself seated inside of her, and need to fight the desire to pound into her roughly now that I’m finally here. Slowly I begin to move, and with my hands tightening around her hips, I move her body up and down on my cock, making sure that I have all control over the speed of this. She is quick to try and take control, but the pressure I apply as my fingers dig into her flesh is something of a warning to her and she quits right quick.

  As our movements become more frenzied, I feel the boat rocking in the water and know that I need to slow it down. My Doll feels so good though, with her ass wrapped tight around my cock. It will be a fucking struggle to try and keep up in this fucking boat, and not ending up capsized in the water. Slowing my pace, I slide one of the hands that are gripping her hip tightly, around her waist drawing her closer into me. Her back to my front, snuggly fit together as her head comes to rest on my shoulder. Leaning her head over, I take her lips with my own.

  Pulling away, I speak softly as I do. “Your gonna need to do the work now, Doll. Because I am going to be holding you still with this hand,” squeezing tightly with the arm I have now wrapped around her. Moving my other hand slowly over her thigh, I move my way to her cunt, and shove two fingers deep inside, “While this hand fucks this sweet little pussy of yours.”

  Shaking outta the memory, I get back to the task at hand and the thoughts of my daughter. As I watch the water lap along the posts from the dock, I know that no matter my decision my life is here now, being a part of my daughter’s life. Thinking more about the child that I didn’t know I had and the struggle her mother must have had over the course of the last few years, I know what I will do. I realize that I will not only be a part of my daughter’s life but that of her mother as well.

  ~Lilly

  I know where her thoughts have been most of the afternoon, and must still be as we drive back to pick up my car from the shop. She has been all over the place throughout our afternoon at the park, seeing Dominic after so long affects her much like I guessed it would. I made sure that I keep Alba as busy as possible, running her around, pushing her on the swings, playing on the slide, and every other thing she could have wanted to do until I thought I would pass the fuck out. That girl just keeps going and going, I wonder if she picked that shit up from Annabelle- because the similarities are resounding.

  Pulling up to The Branding, I notice that Annabelle is hanging out outside, not sure if she has finished smoking a cig, a joint, or crack. Wondering yet again what is going on in that girl’s head most days, I watch her. She has always been so damn in your face, so flirty, so sexually free I wonder what her story is. Getting outta the car, I walk the few steps over to her, and notice her slipping her phone into her pocket. The drawn out look I see on her face, is quickly masked as she notices us walking up.

  “Lil, Raz, my little Alba. What’s happening with you lovely ladies? You have a good afternoon at the park, sweeties?”

  Alba takes off to her waiting arms as we finish the last few steps. The bond that these two have formed is awesome and a sight to see. That of sisters and something that I hope continues for all the days of their lives, because living without someone that close to you, or losing someone that close to you is something I couldn’t wish upon anyone. Losing my brother to Ewing Sarcoma when he was only seven was heartbreaking, forcing my family closer. The long months that he needed to spend in the hospital. The days that I missed with him, because I couldn’t go in to see him due to a cough or cold that I had. The long hours we would spend talking about the future about all the things that we would do with our lives, how he would get over this shit and again be the young carefree kid that he once was. That, however, never happened and within a year and a half from diagnosis my brother was gone and our family was heartbroken. To this day I have a hard time with hospitals and shit like that.

  Clearing my head from the memories of my brother, I answer Annabelle. “I think she damn near wore me out. She had me running all through that park, pushing her on the swings, going down the slide with her, the teeter-totter, that thing that spins around and around and around. I think I am almost gonna throw up just thinking about it. Christ, I’m ready to hit the hay and we haven’t even had supper yet.”

  “That will be fixed as soon as we get your car, and go grab those groceries that I need. It’ll only take me about thirty minutes to cook after that, so you’ll just have to be patient. If you would’ve stop running around with Alba at the park we could’ve been well on our way by now.”

  “Watch it, Mama,” as I step closer into her, I can see that her breathing has slowed, and the hair running down her arm is standing up. Running a hand up and down her arm, I lean into her taking a deep inhale of the perfume that clings to her neck, Dolce has only smelled this good on her. Kissing her collarbone lightly, I nip her ear before saying, “I know your mind was on other things, and I was trying to let you have that time. Dominic needs the same time you do to process this shit, just like we had and you would do well to remember that. If you won’t ask for help, or allow others to give it to you, how do you expect to make a relationship work?”

  Turning her face slightly, she kisses me on the lips lightly before pulling back and looking towards Alba and Annabelle, who are now deep in conversation about something or another. “I do want to make this thing between us work, Lil, I have just been doing it on my own for so long now, that I don’t know how to ask.”

  “Well, we’ll have to see that you work on that Mama. But, for now let’s get to the store, grab those groceries, then we can go from there.” Slapping her ass lightly, I move towards my car watching as Raz and Alba head back to theirs. Following them towards the store my thoughts swing to thoughts of Dominic, and his sudden appearance back in our lives. How my hopes for us to be together like we were that summer, could be well on their way of coming to fruition.

  She doesn’t get the chance to make that supper for me though, as we were getting back to her place, Dominic calls. Listening to her side of the conversation, I get the feeling that Dom is going to give her some grief, something that I can’t blame him for. I’m guessing his feelings are much in line with what mine were when I found out about Alba. I mean shit, I know he’s the dad and all, but when we were together that summer, it just worked. I know that society doesn’t see what we had, or what I hope we will have again is normal, but fuck normal- I just want us all to be happy.

  Hanging up with him, a look of worry crosses Raz’s face and I do my best to put her mind at ease. “Raz, he just needed to work his thoughts out. I’m sure that he only has some questions for you and that’s why he would like to meet up. Don’t worry about a thing, I can keep Alba here with me, you don’t need to bother Nick or Alexandra.” Glanci
ng towards the little girl who is now coloring a picture for me, “We’ll be fine. I’ll make her some dinner and get her to bed, while you go and talk with him. Don’t worry about us,” looking towards the little girl I add, “right Alba?”

  “Yeah momma, go talk with daddy, find out when he is gonna wanna see me again will you? I have so many questions about his life and what he’s been doing, where he’s been while he has been away. Me and Lil will be great she’s been here enough to know what to do, and we can always call Nick or Alex if she has any questions. That’s why you taught me their numbers right?”

  Her momma’s face beams bright as she nods her head, “Yeah baby, that’s why I taught you their numbers. To call them if you ever might need something.”

  Chapter 6

  ~Raz

  Making my way to Dominic’s parent’s house, I can’t help but wonder what will happen between us. The forty-minute drive leaves lots of room for all sorts of possibilities to run through my head. Where are his thoughts at? Does he hope that this is all a lie and he can go back to whatever he has been doing? Does he want to take Alba from me for not telling him about her? What if he insists on visitation, but he lives somewhere else? What if there is someone else in his life, what if he doesn’t care about having a daughter and just goes on with his life? That would crush Alba, and in all reality me as well.

  Pulling into the drive, I don’t see any cars in front so I go around back seeing Dominic’s old Chevy truck, Marilynn, parked. She’s a red side-step 1948 Chevy that I got to know oh so well that summer. As my heart beat picks up my panties are moist with the memories, my mind races back to a time that we spent a long evening in the bed of that same truck.

  That summer…

  One of our first true dates that summer, after the first time we met that is, Dominic picked me up from the shop in a truck that I knew little about. My passion for the last few years especially when the weather was nice enough to ride her, had been my Harley Softail Deluxe. It had taken me less than a year busting my ass at the shop to pay my baby off and it had been well worth the trouble. His truck though, was something that he treated with such revelry that I didn’t think I would make it into that truck at all. For fucks sake he spent almost an hour telling me the story of the truck before we even made it inside of her.

  As I finished up with my last client, I sprayed on the green juice and started wiping it clean before the hairs on my neck stand on end. Feeling his eyes on me, I looked slowly towards the door knowing that Dominic would be standing there. We have only been out a few times, most of those with little more interaction than a phone call and a hook-up. This time however, he wanted to do it right, as he said, pick me up, take me out, wine and dine me. I told him none of that shit was needed, that his cock, tongue, and fucking fingers were all that I needed, but he fucking insisted.

  Moving slowly past him, I bring my client up to the front and have him check out before turning back around to clean up my station. As I’m cleaning up, the blue pinup dress I am wearing feels as though it is on fire, as his eyes roam over my body. Running my hand through the long blue locks of hair that match, I can’t help but look over my shoulder at him. His gaze is fixed on my ass as I am bent over my chair sanitizing it. When our eyes lock, he cuts the distance between us, running his hands over my body before tugging me into him.

  His hard cock is tight against my ass, as his breath tickles my ear. “You look so fucking sexy Doll, the way your hair and shoes always match those fucking dresses that you wear. I couldn’t ever have imagined that someone with so much personality, so much fucking style in them would cause my dick to get as hard as it does every time I think of you.” Sliding his hand down, his fingers slide under my skirt and his hand lazily makes its way back up my thigh. He pulls me closer when it reaches my hip, slipping his hand beneath the lacy panties I’m wearing. Sinking his fingers into the soft flesh he finds there he speaks low in my ear, “My cock is always fighting this damn zipper, every fucking time I see you, when I think of you, fuck even the other day I smelled some old woman perfume and it was the same shit you wear, and I got fucking hard as steel. That was fucking awkward as hell let me tell you, Doll. Now, I promised you a meal and a real fucking date tonight, but your body is arguing against that shit. I won’t have it, we will be doing this shit, I even brought Marilynn.”

  His words cause a grin to come to my face, which quickly fade, as I wonder about who this fucking Marilynn is. He grinds his cock against my ass a little more, “Your pussy can wait until we are done with dinner though. Me and Marilynn got some plans for you and that hot fucking body of yours tonight. Maybe then you will get what this fucking body is always begging me for.”

  The pout that comes to my face, causes a laugh to escape him. Shaking my head at the thought that I almost had his cock buried deep, I know that I better behave or it will not be happening for me tonight. “Ok Dom, I’ll be good, well I will try to be at least. I just gotta finish up and then we can head out.” Stepping away from him, I clean up a couple more things, before I have calmed enough to glance back towards him. “Who the fuck is Marilynn though, I know that every guy has that fucking fantasy of fucking two chicks, but really on date night?” Thinking back to the last time I ask, “Then I guess you didn’t bring your bike tonight? So I don’t gotta change before we leave the shop? I mean I brought clothes, because I know your rules when I am riding bitch on your bike, but if you brought someone else then I guess that would be a no to the bike.”

  “Nope, I didn’t bring my bike Doll. I wanted to keep you in that dress and those heels as long as I could tonight, so I broke out my old Chevy to spend the night with us, Marilynn.” Not until I got my bike, was I aware of why men spoke of their rides with such fucking love and even named them. As soon as I got my baby, Dalila, I knew the difference, I knew why men spoke of their rides with such love, I just didn’t know that Dom had one. That is exactly the feelings I am having looking at Dominic as he speaks of his Chevy and I for one can’t wait to see what is making him act this way.

  When I finish cleaning up in my room, I grab my bag to head into the bathroom, quickly needing to touch up my face. On my way past Dom, I run my fingers down his toned chest before leaning up and placing my lips against his ear. “I’ll be right back Dom, you know how it is after I finish a piece. I gotta go touch up can you wait for me?”

  “Doll, I would wait at the gates of hell for days to have my cock buried deep in that pussy again.” With those words, he pulls me close dominating my mouth with his own before I’m able to pull away making my way past him.

  Only taking about twenty minutes, I go back to my room grabbing up what I need, before Dominic and I make our way towards the front. Walking up the front door, I wave a hand over my shoulder towards Aubrey before heading out and locking up behind us. Turning around, the feel of Dominic’s hand wrapping around my waist tugging me into him, gives me the shivers. That is until I see his Marilynn, my jaw drops wide, I think that I’ve died and gone to heaven taking her all in.

  Pulling away from Dominic, I jog over to Marilynn and run a finger over the freshly waxed red paint. My I’m not a waitress nail color matches perfectly to the red of his baby. As my nails run along the smooth exterior of the truck, my panties are getting wetter by the second. Making a slow circle around Marilynn, I never let my fingers fall away from her as I go. After my second trip around her, my eyes meet Dominic’s and the smile that has come to me is shared by him. “You spend your night after work waxing her up for me, Dom?”

  “I did indeed, Doll.” Making a step towards me, I swear his voice drops as he speaks again, “So you like my Marilynn, do you Doll? I had an idea that might just be the case.” Making one more step towards me, his gaze moves along his truck, then over my body. “I thought maybe we could take some pictures in the moon light, of that gorgeous body of yours splayed out, with my baby underneath you. If you’d like to that is?” Seeing the grin creep to my face he quickly adds, “After supper.”
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  “No fun, Dom, no fun at all. But, nothing would make me happier than to get some shots of me and this gorgeous lady right here.” Moving a few steps towards him, my voice turns husky as I add, “You know how I like to splay myself out on things and get photos taken. Especially on something as gorgeous as Marilynn is.”

  Moving around to me, he slaps a hand roughly over my ass and growls out, “Get your ass in Marilynn then and let’s get this date started.”

  Pulling my mind from the thoughts of the first time seeing his Chevy only happens when I hear a knock on the trunk of my car. Glancing into the rearview mirror, I see Dominic turn sharply and head down towards the water. Oh Fuck, we are heading out on the rowboat. My mind races with desire, even though I know this will be anything but pleasurable. As I make my way outta the car and follow him down to the water, I hope that we are able to come to some understanding.

  ~Dominic

  Fuck, I spoke with Lil shortly after Raz left her house, about thirty minutes ago. She filled me in on some of the shit that has happened between them over the past few months, and the decision they made to give their relationship a go. How she found out about Alba and how their conversation went afterward, trying to help get my thoughts in order. I know that we still need to talk and work this shit out, she will answer to me for not having reached out sooner, but I know that she is the one that I want to be with.

  As Lil has told me, repeatedly today it seems, “We are what makes her happy, big boy, and her happiness is all that matters to me, and I’m thinking you as well.” And I am starting to realize that I couldn’t agree with her more.

  I can only watch her walking towards the water for a few short moments before my traitorous cock is rock hard and struggling against my fucking zipper trying to get to her. My Doll has always made my cock try to pull some Houdini shit, and get outta my pants, no matter the time or the place. It won’t get any easier when I get a whiff of her perfume, that Dolce has always done something to me, and always made my mind think of my Doll. Over the years, I have found myself in some serious shit over it. For fucks sake one day I was at my parents a few weeks ago, and one of the old ladies there had some on, and I was rock hard in a moment. That shit shouldn’t fucking happen, especially around a bunch of old ladies.