Pixie
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Chapter 26: Rescuing Katie Again
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26: Rescuing Katie Again - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
I was pleased to see that Mel had been thinking about Katie too. I reached over and took Mel’s hand to underscore my next comment. “Tomorrow, when the timing’s better, you should call her.”
Deep inside, I yearned for knowledge of how Katie was doing. I wanted her back in the house, living with us as she had for most of the past year. As the feelings surfaced in my mind, I added for emphasis, “Please call her. Please ask her to come back.”
I’d just finished straightening the garage early on Saturday morning, when Mel came out of the house and joined me. She held a mug of coffee out for me as she sipped one of her own. I saw that Mel had tears rolling down her cheek and I realized she looked miserable.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, shifting all my attention to her. I went and held her.
“I just had a long talk with Katie’s mother,” Mel started with a slightly choked up voice. “Katie’s not a happy camper. She’s not doing well. Her mom says she spends all her time in her room. She doesn’t get dressed in the mornings, doesn’t eat, seems to have forgotten about working or job hunting, doesn’t wash or shower, cries a lot and often just sits in the dark. Her mom says she’s deeply depressed. She’s worried about her being suicidal, but doesn’t know what to do about it. She’s tried to get her out, but she won’t go. She’s offered counseling, but that got turned down too. She’s at her wits end about her daughter.”
I felt a tug at my heart based on what Mel told me. A tear even came to my eye as I felt Katie’s pain across the miles. Someone I loved hurt – badly. I thought for only a second and said, “I know exactly what to do about it.” I dusted my hands off on an old rag and tossed it onto my garage workbench. I led both of us into the house.
A little over three hours later we’d parked the kids with my parents and Mel and I were on a non-stop flight to Boston’s Logan Airport. About six hours later, Mel and I pulled our rental car up in front of Katie’s childhood home. Her mother opened the front door to welcome us. The Pixie got a loving and warm hug from the middle-aged woman and ‘guilt by association’ being what it is, I also got a hug. All of us looked and felt glum. An air of darkness hung over the house and everyone. I got teary again.
Katie’s mother said, “She’s up in her room. She came down around lunch and got a glass of milk and one piece of bread. She’s not eating well, not talking to me, not working, no TV, not playing ... not doing anything. She just sits and stares out the back window, even in the dark with the lights out.” She gestured us towards the stairs, knowing that Mel knew where she was going in her old best friend’s home.
The two of us crept up the stairs to the small hallway at the top. Mel tapped gently on the door to Katie’s room. A flat and lifeless voice just shy of a whisper came from deep within; “Come in. It’s open.”
Mel opened the door and the two of us stepped into Katie’s room. The room was in shambles. There was a rancid odor in the room – body odor, rotting food, sour milk. The messy room was so uncharacteristic of her time with us, and showed something seriously wrong with the room’s occupant. This space belonged to someone that just didn’t care about her life anymore.
Katie sat in an armchair staring out a small window over the backyard of her parent’s home, but her view was mostly the tops of trees and some sky. She didn’t turn or say anything. I could feel the depression, the apathy, the lethargy. She didn’t know that two of us were there.
I slowly walked over behind Katie and kissed the top of her head, stroking her shoulder and down her arm as I did. Mel was right beside me and duplicated my gestures of love.
Katie whirled around and alternately looked at the two of us with genuine amazement. Her face broke into a grimace and then she choked. A plaintive sob erupted from deep within her and echoed across the room and even into the rest of the house; “Ooooooh, God.” She rose from her chair and threw herself into my arms, reaching out with one arm and awkwardly clutching Mel to her.
She cried, inconsolably, for five minutes without interruption – huge racking sobs that made her whole body shake with pain and remorse over some deep hurt. I got both arms around her and held her up and against me. Mel got behind her and joined in the hug and holding her up. Katie must have lost thirty or more pounds. She was close to being emaciated.
Katie’s mother peered in at the three of us, but when she saw that we were hugging her she nodded with a wan smile and left. I think she’d heard her daughter’s exclamation when she discovered who’d come to see her.
My shirt quickly became soaked with her tears. Neither Mel nor I moved a muscle except to more fully embrace Katie with our love. The only words we spoke were to say over and over again, “We love you. We’re here for you. We want you. We need you.”
Finally, the sobs and crying became more ragged, rougher, almost harder to maintain at that intensity, regardless of the underlying emotional release. Brief spaces of sniffling and snuffling started in between the tears, and then even periods of quiet that became longer. Lastly, a trembling female voice asked, “Why are you here? Why now?”
I whispered, “We came for you. We love you and want you back with us. We love you and want you to come home. Your home is with us and not here.”
Mel said, “We’re incomplete without you. We want you to reconsider. Come back. Please.”
A long silence descended on the room. I nodded to Mel, indicating that we should just accept the stillness as it came and not try to fill it with words in any way.
Katie sputtered, “But ... but ... but ... I was getting in the way. The decisions ... I changed your family ... Richard ... you...” A sob came through occasionally. The thoughts were incoherent even knowing the background of what was going on in our lives just prior to her departure six weeks earlier.
“All that’s past,” I said. “Lots of water has gone under the bridge, so to speak.”
Mel pulled Katie into a light kiss then told her, “So much has happened over the months you’ve been gone. We’ve learned a lot – about our family, our relationships, and our love for other people – and you especially.”
“That’s why we’re here,” I said. “We want you back in our family – as part of our family. We want to be your family. Further, we don’t feel like a family without you. We hope you want to belong there. We hope you’ll take us back.”
Katie looked between the two of us, a surprised look on her face, “Take you back?” she asked, incredulously, then broke in a sob again. Through her tears she said, “I felt I was in the way. I’m confused why you’d want me back.”
“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t really want you. Less than seven hours ago we were home and woke up to what we were missing – really missing – in our lives. You! We also finally learned that you might miss us too. Mel talked to your mother and she ratted you out.” I paused and looked to Mel for support; she nodded for me to keep going. “Please come home with us.”
Katie broke into sobs again and this time allowed Mel to pull her over to the rumpled bed where they both sat. Katie leaned against Mel’s small body, her tears now falling on Mel’s shoulder. I stroked her back for a few minutes until she calmed down again.
Between a couple of her sobs, she managed to squeak out the one-word question, “Really?”
“Really!” I declared with an air of finality to it.
“Really!” Mel said with the same degree of certainty to it.
Katie gradually calmed down. I sat on her other side and we took turns holding her as we extolled her praises and many virtues. She just nestled into us, soaking up the love we’d brought back to her life.
About this time I could almost feel the veil of depression lift from Katie, like night disappearing as the dawn arrived. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the late afternoon sunlight seemed to brighten in the room, the air seemed to clear, and the odor of chocolate chip cookies seemed to waft into the room from the kitchen below.
We could feel Katie actually come to life as we held her and talked. She hugged back. We revisited a few moments of the happy days in our past year, including how our kids missed her and wanted their ‘other mommy’ back in their life.
We told how we wanted a couple more children from her in our family. That really got her attention as she checked in with us with almost disbelief. We emphasized that what was most important to us; however, was that we wanted her back in our lives and living with us as our wife.
Mel slipped out of the room at one point and was gone for almost fifteen minutes. When she came back she carried a tray with three glasses of milk and a plate of fresh baked cookies. I cleared a space on a chair Katie had been sitting in and Mel set them there.