Chapter 7

It was a glorious fall day, with the hint of winter on the air. The nippy weather had worried Prudence, as Bobby helped her to the car. Constance was at home, preparing for the babies to come home that day. Prudence tucked a receiving blanket more closely around Kyle, and then fussed at Bobby to do the same thing for Katherine. He ignored her and put her in the front seat, handing her the other baby, once she was settled.

He drove carefully, and then took one of them - he still couldn’t tell them apart - so that Prudence could get out of the car. Once the front door was closed behind them, and Constance was there to lovingly accept Katherine from her mother, Prudence sighed.

“It’s so good to be back home,” she said. She turned, feeling the urge to take Kyle from Bobby, and made herself stop.

“I’m famished!” she said.

“Lunch is on the stove,” said Constance, poking at her little sister with one finger.

“You want to hold them both?” asked Bobby, as Prudence pulled herself away, making herself leave her babies with the others. She felt like she had just awakened from a dream, walking where she wanted to, to get what she wanted to eat. She heard Constance giggle at the thought of holding both her siblings at once, and tried to concentrate on getting something to eat.

While she ate, she couldn’t help but peek into the living room, where Constance was now sitting, with a baby in either arm.

“All you can do is hold them, when you have both,” she said. “You can’t play with them!”

“You’ll have plenty of time to play with them,” she heard Bobby say. “She’s going to need a lot of help.”

“I know ... but I have to go to school!” moaned Constance.

“I’ll stop in as often as I can,” said Bobby. “Is that okay?”

Prudence wondered why he had asked Constance for permission. What did her daughter have to say about when Bobby came, or didn’t?

She saw Constance look up at him and blush.

“Of course,” she said.

“I’m glad,” said Bobby.

“Well you should be,” said Constance, with uncharacteristic firmness in her voice.

None of this made sense to Prudence. She had seen Constance blossom, coming out of her shell, since Bobby had come into their lives. She had even gone on a few dates. True, she wouldn’t go out unless Bev was with her, but still, that was an amazing change. She knew that Constance had a crush on Bobby, but it seemed to be under control, and Bobby had assured her he wouldn’t do anything with Constance unless ... He hadn’t been very specific about that. She’d gotten the impression he wouldn’t do anything with the girl unless he asked her mother first. But he hadn’t actually said that. Not in those words. But she could sense a familiarity between them that hadn’t been quite that familiar when she’d gone to the hospital to have Bobby’s twins.

Twins! She still had a hard time accepting that she’d had twins.

Bobby was suddenly walking toward her, a smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you back here,” he said. “We’ve missed you.”

He was obviously talking about him and Constance, and her suspicion flared again.

“Come here,” she said, pulling him into the kitchen, where Constance couldn’t see them.

She kissed him first, the first time she’d had the chance to kiss him unobserved, and the way she wanted to kiss him. In that kiss she poured all her emotion about what he’d done to change her life. But that kiss was for another reason too. She’d learned that, after a kiss like that, she could ask him anything, and he’d answer it honestly.

She pulled back, wanting to kiss him longer, but putting that aside for now.

“What happened between you and Constance while I was in the hospital?” she asked, holding him so he couldn’t separate from her, or turn away. She stared at his eyes.

“She freaked out when you went into labor,” he said calmly. “I kissed her, to shock her out of it.”

“Like you kiss me?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Almost,” he admitted.

“Is that all?” she asked.

He grinned at her.

“She freaked out a couple of times,” he said. “She’s still a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh,” she said, not sure if she’d actually learned anything or not.

“I think she likes to be kissed,” he admitted.

“I don’t think she’s ready for you, yet,” said Prudence, astonished that she’d even consider letting Bobby do the same things with her daughter that he’d done with her. That thought made her mind seem to twist in her skull.

“I think you’re right about that,” he said.

That helped her mind steady, somehow. She pushed the disturbing thought back in her mind, satisfied that things were still all right, for the present.

“My babies!” she yipped, pushing him away.

“They’re fine,” he said. “Get something to eat. You can have them back after that.”

“You’re right,” she sighed. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ll help you as much as we can,” he said.

“Help!” came a faint plaintive cry from the living room.

“What’s wrong?” asked Prudence anxiously, moving toward the living room.

“Kyle is all squirmy and fussy!” called out Constance.

“Eat!” said Bobby, stopping her with his hands on her waist. “He probably just needs his diaper changed. If he’s hungry, I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “The diapers are in the bag.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “Go eat!”

Constance watched as Bobby expertly checked Kyle’s diaper, and then changed it. She stared at the tiny penis sprouting from the joining of her brother’s legs.

“It doesn’t look at all like yours,” she said, absently.

“It will, some day,” said Bobby.

That made Constance try to imagine Kyle, all grown up. He looked like Bobby in her mind’s eye. She wondered if, when he was twenty-three, and she was ... forty! ... if she would do with him, what Bobby’s sisters did. She felt heat in her belly, and looked at Bobby, who was intent on getting the new diaper in place.

She thought about last night. She was fine, now, of course, but she still remembered the tumultuous emotions that had threatened her sanity last night. When she’d rushed into his embrace, things had gotten amazingly better, almost instantly. When his arms had gone around her, she’d suddenly felt safe again, like she had every time he’d ever hugged her. His little kisses on her hair, and his soothing voice had helped calm her too. The girls had come over, making it into a group hug. She smelled his sperm again, but it wasn’t so shocking this time, and, with him there, pressed against her, it smelled ... right, somehow.

She had looked up, knowing somehow that he would kiss her again. She had let him do that, and it had turned into something that made her world somehow complete. There was no threat in that kiss, no urgency to worry her. All it was was his lips telling her how much he cared about her, and how happy he wanted her to be. She had tried to return those sentiments, as she kissed him back. It had been a very long kiss, but she’d wanted it to be long. When it was over, the girls had taken her back to Flo’s room, where there was a bed she could sleep in. They’d stayed with her, at first talking about everything except what had just happened. Eventually, though, they’d gotten around to talking about how each of them felt, about what had happened just down the hall. Being able to share her feelings about it all was what had brought closure to her fears.

She knew now that, no matter what happened, she’d never be afraid of Bobby again.

She looked at him now, tending her little brother. She wanted another one of those long kisses. Her mother came into the room. She felt her heart almost burst as she saw how her mother looked at Bobby, taking care of Kyle. Her mother’s eyes moved to her, holding Katherine, and she saw the same outpouring of affection. Bobby had made her feel loved, the night before. Now her mother piled a ton of love on top of that.

She got up, tears in her eyes, and, somehow, hugged her mother without crushing Katherine.

“I love you so much, Mamma,” she moaned.

Bobby’s first clue that his life might be a bit more complicated was when he stopped at Jill’s, to see if she needed any attention, and Christy answered the door, dressed as a Wagon Wheel waitress.

Both stared at each other. Christy naturally assumed he was there to see Jill.

“Jill’s at work,” she said.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I live here now!” she said. “We’re roommates!”

“Wow!” said Bobby.

“Come on in,” she said. “I’ll show you my room.”

She did, and, while she was at it, showed him the unfinished bathroom. There was a toilet in place, but not hooked up to water. The rest of the room was pretty much bare.

“I can certainly help you with this,” he said.

“I wish there were a way to incorporate a darkroom in here,” she said. “I can’t get the pictures we took developed anywhere, you know.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “I suspect they’d raise an eyebrow or two.”

“I’m really glad...” she said softly. “About what happened, I mean.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t feel guilty,” he admitted.

“I don’t,” she said. “He’s choosing the Army over me. I can’t help that, but I can help how I feel.”

“He may not have much choice,” cautioned Bobby.

“He didn’t have to extend,” she said, firmly. “He’s choosing to stay there, and I’m stuck here.” She looked at Bobby. “Then again, since I met you, being stuck here isn’t so bad anymore.”

Invitation was in her eyes, and Bobby felt no guilt about answering her. Their kiss, in the unfinished room, was similar to their relationship, which was evolving and changing.

“I don’t have very long,” she panted, when the kiss broke. “I have to be at the diner in half an hour.”

“That’s not very long,” he sighed.

“I’ll stay dressed,” she panted.

When they got to her bedroom, she bent over and slid panties down her legs, under her skirt. She lay on the bed and flipped her skirt up on her stomach, baring her pussy to him, and spreading her legs.

He got her wet by licking her pussy, another new thing for her which Richard had never done. Then he was in her, and she saw fireworks again, humping up against him. It was different in a bed. She heard a familiar thumping sound and looked up to see the headboard, banging against the wall. She laughed, joyous as an orgasm claimed her. There was no one else to hear this knocking, and it sounded like music to her ears.

So did his groan, as he pushed deep and went still. This time, she had the presence of mind to concentrate on it, as pulses of heat filled her belly. This time, she was able to crave and welcome that heat, as this man made her happy again. His kiss, as his penis drained into her, made her want to keep going, but she knew she had to be on time.