by Jamie Knight
Despite his admirable resistance, it didn’t take Duncan very long to surrender to the void of sleep. Checking to make sure that he wasn’t just faking to throw me off the scent, a decoy I knew well, I slipped from the room closing the door gently behind me.
Addie was already in bed when I got to our room. It gave me pause to see her naked and lovely sitting up in bed reading. Like a muse in a classic painting. Shedding my suit, I joined her under the duvet, already feeling her warmth.
“Is he okay?”
“Sleeping like a baby.”
“Waking up screaming ever four hours? I’m familiar.”
“Like the dead?” I tried again.
“Better and somehow also worse.”
“Yeah, I have a history of that,” I said.
“I’m really glad things went well. I really didn’t know what he would make of the whole thing.”
“I wasn’t so sure myself,” I admitted, “but I did know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I love you and am willing to do anything I have to in order to make you and Duncan happy. I love you, and I love him because he is part of you.”
She thought I didn’t see it. She tried to hide it, and did it pretty well, but nothing really got past me. I knew she was touched.
“Would you like some dessert?” She asked.
“Had some, thanks.”
She took my hand and lay it on her pussy to make herself clear. She was already getting wet.
“Have a bit more room?”
“Absolutely.”
We kissed a lot since we first got together. None was quite the same as the other. But that time, there seemed to be even more meaning behind it. More gravitas.
It was a slow, leisurely trip down a well-known path from her sweet lips, down her tender neck, between her full breasts. Every inch of her form experienced the same excitement as the first time. It was a whole new type of existence, and we were going to make the very most of it.
Addie parted her thighs as I kissed my way down to her knees, preparing for my arrival. She didn’t have to wait long. The trip from her other knee back up to her pussy was a little more rushed than the one on the way down. My desire to partake of her sweet pussy was as urgent as her need to feel my warm, soft tongue against her, the epitome of a win-win situation.
The first caress was long and hard. The flat of my tongue traversing the entire surface of her delicious cunt, savouring every sound she made. Expressing her approval with the situation. I maintained speed, resisting the powerful urge to go deep. I wanted her to enjoy the appetizer, something too few people really did in my humble, galaxy-brained opinion.
Letting Addie to do the honors, wetting my fingers with her sweet tongue, I slipped two inside her, just far enough for her to feel it, and started working the inside of her pussy with my fingers as I ran figure eights on and near her clit. It brought the sweetest hums of pleasure and approval.
With some encouragement, Addie placed a hand gently on the back of my head. I started licking harder, going deep as I had wanted to do before. Addie responding with a hearty moan of approval.
She trembled softly in my arms, my fingers still softly massaging the outside of her pussy as she came. Rallying with impressive speed, Addie shifted so she as on top, pulling down my silk boxers while she was down there.
Enveloping my raging cock in both of her warm, gentle hands, Addie began to sooth the savage beast, stroking on a smooth silken rhythm that made my eyes roll back in my head. Just when I thought there were no new experiences to be had.
I hadn’t planned on coming. It took me by surprise. My mind was still rushing, trying to figure out what to do, still caught in the post orgasmic haze when Addie took the initiative. Licking the cum from my belly, she ran her tongue along my still very hard cock until it was squeaky clean and then dropped her mouth onto it. All the way onto it in the most majestic instance of deep throating I had ever seen, let alone experienced.
She stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, focusing. Focused on what, I could only try to imagine. I wanted to touch her but was afraid to try, lest I break her concentration. Finally, she eased back, nearly all the way to the head and started sucking, light and shallow. Focusing all of
her affections on the head.
Things generally seeming to be more relaxed. I stroked her hair as she sucked, lovingly nursing a second load from deep in my balls. Relief and pleasure washing over me in an awesome wave.
Her hand still snugly around my cock, she continued stroking as she lay her head on my stomach, planting gentle kisses like I had done so many times with her. I had never felt closer to another person. If I believed in spirits, in a physical sense, I would have thought of ours as being entwined.
Before I could make a move in that direction, Addie again took the lead. Angling my cock just right she got her leg over to straddle me, she continued to stroke my cock, getting me very close to coming again with each gentle touch. Addie lowered herself onto me, my cock disappearing inch by inch into her pussy.
Getting all the way own, her labia pressed warmly against my pelvis, Addie leaned forward, allowing me the opportunity to feast upon her delicious tits. She laid her hands on my shoulders for leverage, letting me know what kind of intensity she was about to attempt. I put my hands on her hips just in case.
It went fairly well, all things considered. Addie slowly pumped herself on my cock, sliding her luscious pussy the length of my cock and then back down again, building in both speed and intensity until she was bouncing on me like a pogo-stick. She didn’t even give me the option of pulling out, not that I was about to complain. I loved the feeling of her mouth and the sensation of filling it with cum, but there was nothing like the pure bliss of unleashing my mighty load deep into her perfect pussy.
Chapter Eighteen - Addie
He was so gentle. I had never actually been fucked awake before. Dave had tried to fuck me in my sleep before, but it was hardly the same thing. Tobias was behind me, gently holding me as he rocked in and out of my pussy, building up ever closer to the peak of a massive orgasm, transcending the physical plane to an unexplored helicon realm.
I made sure he knew how much I appreciated it, moaning and yelping with each perfect thrust. I gave a moment’s thought of trying to follow him and match his thrusts, but I didn’t want to risk breaking his rhythm.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get it any better, representing the paragon of sexual experience, at least in terms of my memory, Tobias upped the ante.
Brushing my hair out of the way, he spiralled his tongue against the back of my neck, sending tingles of pleasure all over my body. I had never really thought of the neck as a particularly erotic area, something Tobias set me straight on right quick.
“Breakfast?” he asked, his cock still deep inside me.
“Yes, please,” I murmured.
It came on suddenly, like an 18-wheeler in an unmarked construction zone. I could only be glad that the master bedroom came with its own fully tiled bathroom. The room itself was the approximate size of my first apartment.
After worshiping at the porcelain alter, I managed to make my way down to the kitchen where Tobias, Mercy and Duncan were already well into a full English.
“Urrrrg?”
“Wait, I think I speak zombie,” Mercy said, making Duncan laugh, “why yes, it is a nice day to go to the beach.”
“I said why bacon. Why did it have to be bacon?”
“We re-watched Babe last night,” Duncan explained.
“That’ll do it,” Tobias said.
I wanted to tell him, to come right out and say, “I’m pregnant.” I just couldn’t. It was a really big thing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet, let alone guess how Tobias or Duncan might react.
I had always planned on having more kids and giving Duncan a sibling, but things hadn’t worked out with Dave and I had pretty much given up on the ice by the time I met Tobias. That only made things harder, b
ecause he made me want to have babies again. His babies, to be specific. It might have been part of my desire for him to cum in me. It felt great, too, but I think on some level I was actually trying to get pregnant.
Duncan was a bit older than I thought he would be but that might not be a bad thing. It might actually be better. I had always heard the bigger the age gap, the less of the chance for sibling rivalry. With a 12-year gap it was almost guaranteed to be non-existent. Duncan would be well out of college by the time the baby started high school.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted.
The silence had actual weight. Both of them looking at me with a mix of surprise and wonder, much like how I had been feeling that morning when I realized that I probably didn’t just have a stomach flu.
“Cool,” Mercy said.
“How long?” Tobias asked.
“Have I been pregnant? I would guess about three months. How long have I known? Basically, this morning?”
“I’m going to be a brother?” Duncan asked, having a basic grasp on genealogy.
“Yes, Baby. You are going to be a big brother.”
“Is Tobias going to adopt me?”
“I could,” Tobias said, in that totally-not-joking way of his.
“Well, yes,” I concurred, the odd idea coming out of the clear blue sky, or so it seemed.
“Me too?” Mercy asked.
“You’re a bit old,” Tobias pointed out.
“Are you going to get married?” Duncan asked.
“Funny you should ask, my lad,” Tobias said, getting up from his chair.
Before I could say anything or even really think, my beautiful man was on his knee in front of me, a black velvet box in his hands. Lifting the lid, the tight, tiny hinges let out a soft sigh as he revealed a gorgeous blue sapphire set into a silver band.
“Addie Harris, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I shouted, before the word could even be processed in my brain.
Both hands flew to my mouth, covering it entirely, tears of joy already rolling down my cheeks. It was all too perfect. It had to be a dream, or some kind of elaborate and sophisticated computer simulation. It couldn’t be real, and yet it was. I could feel the coolness of the metal as Tobias slid it onto my finger.
To think the entire reason I was there in a near-mansion, reunited with my son, pregnant with another baby, free forever of my ex, engaged to the most wonderful man I had ever met, was because Mercy signed me up for a reality show because she thought it would be fun. We used to make fun of shows like Second Chance Bachelorette, watching episodes here and there, trying to figure out which bits were real and which ones had been worked in by the producers to heighten the already insane sense of drama.
Mercy actually got really good at it. I was only about fifty-fifty, as far as we could tell.
It was supposed to be a laugh. A carefree trip to the big city to try and forget about all the shit in my life. The advertising tried to sell it as something else, as if there was a real chance at fixing love through the reality show. It was a notion that had several seasons of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette to contradict it.
It never worked out that way. Except it had.
When I least expected it, what was supposed to be an escapist lark turned into a new family.
Funny how things worked out sometimes.
Epilogue
Tobias
It was a church affair. I let Addie suggest it, knowing full-well about her Presbyterian background. I got the sense it was more for other family than her, though. She was more than willing to go with it.
It really was admirable how, even after all the shit she had been through, more than enough to turn most people to nihilism if not outright objectivism, she still put others ahead of herself. Even those she admitted that she hated.
It wasn’t so much a matter of going big as going old. The majority of cathedrals, both catholic and conservative protestant, got to a particular state of gargantuan before the 20th century. Devotion could make people do some strange and interesting things.
Despite the inanities of tradition, I more or less insisted on helping Addie find a wedding dress. We had more than enough options from all sides of our families. I did have seven sisters, after all.
Addie had gotten a bit bolder in terms of giving her opinion. My mother’s dress, while still quite lovely, was such a tight fit it made sweet Addie’s tits fall asleep. To be fair, she was quite well blessed in the chest area
The wedding was big but not particularly fancy. Neither of us were particularly keen on speeding hours or weeks planning or handing the occasion to the self-serving whims of a dictator with a clipboard, more commonly known as a ‘wedding planner.’ Besides which, it struck both of us that to add a thing, particularly anything as garish as cut flowers, to the existing beauty of the 18th century structure would very much be gilding the lily.
I stood tall at the altar, resplendent in a dashing Victorian tux, top hat and all. The latter tucked under my arm in prescribed reverence for their god. The slumbering infant strapped snugly to my chest detracted from the overall image not one iota.
The organ reared up like an awakening beast from deep in the imagination of H.P. Lovecraft. The leviathan did stretch the entire length of the sanctuary. The east and west walls were topped with row upon row of pipes like lines of brass teeth.
Our only point of disagreement during the mercifully brief planning process was the song to which Addie would perform her proverbial march. We were both against the bridal march and the Canon had become nearly as cliché. I knew that clichés become so for a reason but still, yikes!
It came down to a coin toss. Addie crossed her fingers for “The Gravel Walks,” with me throwing my support behind the crescendo of “O Fortuna.” Addie won, which was probably for the best.
She came toward us like a vision. Little Brogan bounced and gurgled at the sight of her mommy. I held her gently, calming her back into a deep, encompassing slumber. Addie was trailed by Mercy and Clementine, serving as her co-maids of honor. The rear was taken up by six of my seven sisters, all decked out in the same surprisingly tasteful bridesmaid dress. We had to call in help from a designer to make that particular miracle happen. Conspicuously absent was a best man, a violation for which I was certain the forces of tradition and conformity would soon enough forgive me.
I gave Duncan a subtle thumbs up just before Addie arrived. He returned it, letting me know everything was okay with our newly minted ring-bearer, going so far as to add on a terse nod.
The man in the fancy dress, who I thought might have been a vicar but wasn’t quite sure, started his whole greeting spiel, then got directly into the old ‘sanctity of marriage’ thing. He strongly implied that it not be entered into frivolously or, indeed, be enterprises but because it that would be generally a shitty thing to do likely not ending well for anyone, but because God will fuck you up if you try. Still, to be fair, self-preservation did seem to be a much stronger driver than logic or common decency, so I couldn’t really fault them for sticking with a winning strategy.
Eventually, we got to the vows, which we took the liberty of writing ourselves, forgoing the call and response pub sing-along method so popular for so long. It had its charm to be sure, but Addie and I were going for the personal touch when it came to the ceremony that would officially bind our lives together, the adoption already having gone through. Both of our kids were very much ours.
“You may now kiss -” the minister started, smiling beatifically.
“Thanks!” we said in unison, going in for some deep Frenching action.
At least that’s what happened in my head. In concrete reality, things were much the same, right down to the top hat and two maids of honor. The latter of which there was no argument about. We had both come to love both women as friends and couldn’t imagine not having either of them there or having to choose one over the other. We even wrote our own vows, but truth be told, they sounded a bit better in my head th
an in the actual building. The unforgiving acoustics didn’t help much. We might as well have had microphones picking up every potential stumble and gaff. No pressure.
We got the rings, both of them tumbling off the insecure fusion Duncan was holding them on. To his credit he did manage to pick them up right quick and put them back on, so it was all good.
Waiting for the full line before partaking in our first married kiss, sealing the deal at the same time like a sexier version of a gentleman’s agreement, we actually took the opportunity for several brief but passionate pecks, square on the lips. We couldn’t seem to be able to stop once we started.
The reception looked like a carnival. White top tents dotted the green space, buffet tables and guest seating were set up in lieu of game booths. It had actually been Addie’s suggestion to have the reception at the house.
There was plenty of room, and it gave the whole affair a homier feel. I also suspected that she wanted to show her sisters exactly how well she was doing now. The entire family, including her later deceased parents, wrote her off when she took up with Dave. It was a mistake she was not going to make a second time.
“Heya handsome.”
“Clem, how is everything?”
“As well as can be expected. You know, under the circumstances.”
“Wearing a beautiful dress at a lavish party held in the grounds of an American version of a stately home?” I clarified.
“Exactly.”
“Honey, stop it,” said the beautiful girl on Clem’s arm.
“I’m Tobias,” I said, offering a hand to the newcomer.
“Allison,” she said, taking it.
“We’re engaged,” Clem beamed.
“When did this happen?”
“About a month ago. You were so busy with the adoption and pregnancy and whatnot I decided to wait for a more opportune time.”
“Like our wedding reception?” I asked, trying to make sure I had understood correctly.
“Told you!” Allison said, smacking Clem playfully.