Chapter 11

The moment passes, and she has no idea how long the pleasure lasted. She was completely lost to the moment and finds it difficult to catch her breath. Her eyes open in search of her daughter’s pussy, but she must have fallen forward without her even realizing it was happening.

His arms cross over her and can hear her sigh from being touched by him and wishes she had the strength to pull her son down to her. Her face is soaked from her daughter’s sweet release and her breath remains ragged. She manages to help her daughter off of her with the help of Billy and find the strength from some unknown place to sit up and stare at her face. There’s not much evidence left behind due to the position, but there’s some and that will have to do for now.

Rita’s eyes move to her son and wishes his state weren’t so flaccid, but it won’t last long. She pulls herself up and lies on her back as her children join her on either side and can feel their breath on her flesh. Their hands softly caress her as she marvels at the difference between the way they touch her and decides both are equally enjoyable in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They lay that way for countless minutes as Rita runs through everything in her mind. I’m finally able to whisper things to her and she’s quite willing to let me help. A part of her is aware I’m here, but she isn’t fighting my presence.

‘You should make sure they sleep in their own beds tonight, just in case you want to have fun with just one of them. There’s no sense in waking someone up unless you want both of them. I know I’m right, Rita.’

“Tonight, I want you both to sleep in your own beds.” The sound of protests escapes them both, but she quickly silences them. “Either that, or we stop right now.” They both give their reluctant affirmative answers. “Good. Now that all that’s been settled, we still have a lot of unpacking left.”

They both pull themselves out of bed and Rita follows. Neither has the energy to argue and will be tough going to get much done. She inhales deeply at the new smell in her room as she tastes her daughter on her tongue.

Rita heads into the bathroom and looks in the mirror to see the glistening flesh and wishes her daughter had the same look. She pulls herself away and sits on the toilet to take care of business as she ponders how everything happened in such a short time and why there’s no guilt to be found.

I’m following Rita around for hours and she’s found the strength to ignore my whispers, but I’ve got plenty of time. The sun is still high in the sky as she tires herself out and I wish she wouldn’t have bothered to get dressed. It’s odd that they are all wearing clothes and maybe the darkness isn’t as widely spread as I thought.