Chapter 28: ARISE MY CHILDREN

This time, it worked.

Skeet missed her period. Which exact day she conceived is a toss up. Tom promptly moved in with Skeet, and rapturous nights vie with their marathon all day fuck by the waterfall.

Stephanie gracefully bows out, and moves out, temporarily. She has no intention of surrendering Skeet, whom she considers her husband. Not surrendering permanently! Skeet is her perfect mate, capable of ruling her with a firm gentle loving hand. She would not tolerate an arrogant macho male in that role. A less dominant male, would only become her boy-toy lackey drone. Who needs a mate you don’t respect?

Stephanie has categorically crossed men, all men, off her list.

Skeet is unique among women, and thus uniquely qualified as Stephanie’s only perfect choice for a masterful husband.

Feeling a wee bit sore hearted, Stephanie desires some solace. A comforting breast to succor her bruised ego during this transitional period. She’s confident, she, with Tom and Skeet, will sort out their unconventional relationships. In time form an eventual convivial household arrangement, a panacea custom fitted for all three. She reminds herself she’s young and has plenty of time. She can afford to give Skeet some time to assuage her long pent up lust for her Daddy.

Where to go? Moving to the unfinished playhouse-penthouse with Alma, would be like joining a leper colony. Stephanie will not become a useless pariah like Alma, or willingly join her in exile. Her own unique situation as a displaced person is only temporary! A just ‘for now’ problem of deciding where to go.

Running helps her feel and think better. It’s a crisp autumn day, ideal for running. The leaves display their autumn glory. Disheartened fugue amidst such a blaze of beauty so generously arrayed is impossible to sustain. Dressed warmly in sweats, Stephanie runs to her hearts content. Literally, that’s her purpose, to find some contentment and reason things out. She needs a bed later tonight. An empty one?

Not thinking about direction, her mind is preoccupied with difficult emotion infused problems. Her feet running on automatic, on cruise control, drum on the porch planks, announcing an arrival at an unintended destination.

Startled, Stephanie refocuses her eyes. From looking inward to outward takes a minute to readjust. The door seems to her an unrecognizable alien thing. Without knocking to bid an entrance, Stephanie stands staring, apparently lost and confused. When the door swings open, warm delicious smells emanate from the house accompanied by a welcoming voice.

“Girlfriend! What a delightful surprise! Come in, Stephanie. Please do, come in. Oh, this is so nice you’re actually here. It’s so wonderful to see you. I’ve missed you so much. Really, I was just thinking about you. I could just hug you to death, I’m so happy to have you visit! Please say you’ll stay awhile? For an extended visit? I’m so desperately horny and hot for a girlfriends kisses and caresses. I want you my sweet friend, desire you to quench my fire. I need your sweet loving! I’m so wet already I’m drenched! What can I get for you? Coffee?”

Smothering Stephanie against her ample bosom, Isi rambles though her effusive welcome, rocking unresisting Stephanie in impassioned embrace. Looking into Stephanie’s upturned face and smarting eyes, Isi recognizes her pain but not it’s cause. Heartbreak! Who could be so cruel to hurt Stephanie?”

Leading Stephanie to the red glowing embers in the hearth, Isi drags the loveseat sofa over in front, facing it. She gently pushes Stephanie to sit down, and adds wood to the coals, which quickly burst into a gleeful riot of dancing flames.

Sitting beside her, Isi pulls Stephanie’s head down to cradle on her lap. Stephanie doesn’t attempt to undo the bodice, but impatiently tries plucking free an engorged breast out of the stretchy top. Isi smiles and assists. Bares a breast, her nipple already aroused, erect and swollen, wet with dribbling milk. Guides her anxious nipple into Stephanie’s yawning mouth. Isi sighs with pleasure as Stephanie latches on and draws thirstily from her throbbing teat. Slipping a hand into moaning Stephanie’s sweatpants and panties, Isi finger fucks juicy Stephanie’s vagina and frigs her tumescent clitoris. She withdraws her hand frequently, to suck her fingers and sigh.

“My sweet fragile girl. Take comfort you are truly loved and wanted. No one here will ever abuse you, diminish you, or ignore you. Everything you could ever need or want is here. With me. And Roy, and Lutah. We would be happy to welcome you into our family. Stay. Would you be willing to have a baby with Roy? Roy wants you, I know. I’ll share him with you. We could be happy together, great together. And we, you and I, we would find comfort in each other too! I need your pussy, Stephanie, and your mouth and fingers. Touch me please!”

What she didn’t say was, she would also soon need Stephanie’s help with the chores and baby tending. Isi is pregnant again, and feeling overwhelmed. Increasing responsibilities coming! What she did do, was cross a leg akimbo over the other mannish style. Hoisting her skirt above the high knee exposes her pungent pussy to air. Stephanie’s nose wrinkles, and she suckles more vigorously, humping Isi’s hand. Isi is pleased Stephanie appreciates her pheromones. Gripping one wrist, she places Stephanie’s hand beneath her skirt urging smearing her juices around on her swollen labia. Stephanie enthusiastically gets the idea. Undoing her bodice, Isi bares both breasts. Again manipulating Stephanie by her wrist, she causes Stephanie’s wet gooey hand to apply pussy cream to the second breast and nipple, wetting it thoroughly.