Chapter 13

2082 a.d. – the next morning

Little White Lies

It was morning. Jake opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling in his bedroom. Béla hadn't haunted him last night. Often, his dreams of Béla were of them making love in the sand, like on the night she revealed to him that she was a vampire. Sometimes, in his dream, they would be floating in a bright white room, swimming through the air doing silly summersaults and making love in crazy, impossible positions.

A couple of times, several years ago, they were floating in a vast chamber with the ground hundreds of miles beneath them. The ground bent impossibly around them on every side to become a green and brown sky, hundreds of miles above. They would float in the center of this amazing wonderland, gazing into each other's eyes as they touched.

Each time he dreamed, it was as real as though she had actually come back to him. Each time, the emptiness of the following morning was almost unbearable.

After her death, Jake occasionally had dreams that included Béla in them. Most of the dreams were set in the distant past, and Béla was called by other names when people spoke to her. He believed that somehow, he was seeing actual events that had somehow been trapped in his subconscious when she had shared her sensations with him during their lovemaking, although not all of his dreams of her were of a sensual nature.

Four years ago, these new dreams began where she seemed to be actively seeking him out. He had been tortured with them almost nightly for the next two and a half years. Then, for several months, she left him completely alone. But for the last year, once again, he had been dreaming of her almost nightly.

Sometimes, the dreams included another ghostly, dark haired girl whom he thought of as Béla's sister, although he hadn't known about any sister when she'd been alive. The only time the dreams didn't come was when there was a real live girl sharing his bed. It was almost as if Béla's ghost respected his privacy. The thought occurred to him that she was punishing him with her absence for his infidelity – for that was what it felt like whenever he took another woman to his bed – infidelity – cheating on a woman who was dead almost a hundred years, now.

But, in his last dream of her just two nights ago, she'd told him she didn't mind if he had sex with other women, just before he'd found himself standing on the bed where he'd chained her that first night and fucked her face until he shot his load down her throat. The strangest part about that was, there were teeth marks along the length of his cock when he awoke, and he'd been so aroused in his dream that he didn't remember her biting him.

He could feel Alicia under the sheet, kissing his belly and teasing him with her fingers, arousing his body to battle against his morbid thoughts. In a moment, he would feel her hot mouth on him. A few moments after that, she would be riding on top of him with her eyes closed, her back arched and her head thrown back, temporarily abandoning her own sorrows to the ecstasy of the moment.

The progression of activity unfolded much as Jake expected. Her lovemaking techniques hadn't changed much in the last seventy years. As she rode him, he held onto her delectable breasts, pleasantly keeping them from flopping around wildly as she bounced up and down.

She looked stunning, her unkempt blond hair wildly surrounding and half covering her face. Her eyes were closed, her face displaying the sensations of orgasmic ecstasy. Her body was well toned, but still soft and feminine. It jiggled in all the right places.

'She could have been a dancer, ' Jake thought, 'like her mother.' He continued to admire her ample form as she repeatedly impaled herself on his cock. The warm aliveness of her insides felt as wonderful as she looked.

Suddenly, she straightened her legs out behind her and leaned heavily against his hands, pressing her breasts into them with all of her weight.

"Oh, Oh, Shit! Fuck!" She gasped through gritted teeth. "Goddam Fucking Cramp!"

She landed ungracefully on top of him, her ragged breath hot against his neck. She was pissed that her out-of-shape leg muscles had betrayed her and stolen her orgasm. She held her cramping leg straight out behind her, whimpering as she painfully forced the bunched-up muscles in her thigh to straighten out. After a moment, she relaxed on top of him.

Jake was still rock-hard and was actually enjoying the way Alicia's pussy clenched against his cock as she forced the cramp out of her leg. After she was more relaxed, he wrapped his arms around her, firmly grabbing her ass cheeks, and began slowly thrusting his cock up into her wet little cunt, placating her.

She moaned softly into his ear, letting him know that she really appreciated what she was, once again, feeling down there. After a moment, she timidly started thrusting her hips against his, soon matching him move for move as she happily noticed her leg cramp not recurring. But she kept that leg straight all the same, letting Jake do the work sliding his cock in and out of her, instead.

Jake kept his arms wrapped around Alicia, enjoying the sensual movement of her body as she quietly humped her pelvis against his in unison with his thrusts. After a moment, he felt her muscles tighten as she came.

He made one final thrust into her and sprayed her insides with his cum. He knew if he didn't do it then, she wasn't going to finish him off. Once Alicia came, she was done with fucking until she was horny, again.

This time, she surprised him, staying on top of him and letting him stay inside of her. The juices from their lovemaking slowly leaked out of her and down around his balls, continuing on down the crack of his ass, making him want to squirm. She rested on top of him holding herself up with her elbows and forearms pressed into his chest. She gazed into his face, her expression unreadable.

"Before I leave here, I'm going to be pregnant," she said, smiling sweetly into his face. "My period starts in a few days, and my body monitor tells me I'm fertile. I'm not worried about if I get pregnant – I'm a regular baby factory."

Jake thought about what she just told him. She watched him as he decided what to say. He knew that for Alicia, Alicia always came first (no joke intended). That was one of the main reasons he didn't love her. She loved herself enough for the both of them. He had actually been surprised that she hadn't tried to trap him into marriage with a pregnancy when she was twenty. If she had, he calculated, their love child would be...

'I have an older daughter you've never met. She'll be sixty-four next week. She looks exactly like Mom and me.'

Astonished at his sudden realization, Jake stared wide-eyed into Alicia's sweetly smiling face. She kissed him on his nose.

"She's coming out next week to celebrate her birthday," Alicia told him as he lay, stunned, beneath her. "She wants to meet her real dad."

'I have a kid!' Jake thought to himself, astounded. 'I'm a father!'

"I'm a father?" he croaked, looking over at Alicia as she slid off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

"Well, you've never been her father," Alicia said, somewhat coldly, "as least not from her point of view, but, technically, you're also a great grandfather. You have three grandsons, two granddaughters, and, let's see..."

She thought furiously, pretending she'd forgotten how many offspring her oldest daughter had. " ... five great grandsons and eight great granddaughters!"

She blew him a kiss and disappeared through the bathroom door.

'Wow! She's been busy!' Jake thought, astounded. 'She really is a baby factory!'

'Wait a minute ... That was just from one daughter, ' Jake realized. 'Alicia herself is eighty-six. How many children has she had that she calls herself a baby factory?' Back in the beginning of the twenty-first century, a 'Baby Factory' was a girl who got pregnant every time she had sex.

'She's had more than one child with me!' he realized, now totally astonished. 'And she's working on number three!'

"Alicia!" Jake shouted, storming into the bathroom. "Did you get pregnant the last time we were together?"

Alicia told the shower to stop and turned toward him, her magnificent wet body glistening in the morning sunlight shining through the wall.

"Of course not!" she said, sounding offended. "I was here with my husband. I would never be unfaithful to someone I've married!" Jake knew that she was perfectly capable of understanding exactly what he meant. She was playing with him – fucking over his mind!

"No!" He said angrily. "I mean thirty years ago, when you were here!"

"This is only the second time I've been here, Uncle Jake," she told him, innocently. She actually sounded confused. "Are you all right?"

"God dammit, you know what I mean!" Jake was frustrated. She was so good at manipulating him. He had just discovered she'd been doing it all of her adult life.

"Do I have another child?" he asked her, point blank, tightly controlling his temper.

"How many do you think you have?" she asked him. Pretending annoyance at not being allowed to continue her shower, she added, "Toss me a towel or something, will you?"

He threw her a terry cloth towel. She pretended to pat herself dry with it while drawing his attention even more to her luscious, glistening wet figure.

"Just answer the question," Jake said, more quietly than before. "Please?"

"What was the question?" she asked, unmercifully twisting the knife in his mind.

"When you. And I. Were together. Thirty years ago." Jake said, pointedly controlling his temper. "Did you get pregnant?"

"Oh, that question," Alicia said, then blew him a kiss and threw the towel at him. She turned and stepped back into the shower stall.

"No, it was twenty-six years ago. I know, because he's twenty-five, now," she said. "Shower on, please."

The twin showerheads began spinning around, spraying her with steamy, hot water and moving, once again, up and down, gently massaging her glisteningly beautiful, well-formed and very alluring naked body.

"I named him after you, you know..." he heard her call out over the noise of the shower spray.

Numb, Jake stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her shower. She actually admitted she had another child by him twenty-five years ago. Being truthful wasn't particularly a part of Alicia's nature, so this revelation stunned him.

There had been an undercurrent of tension between Alicia and her parents when they'd visited last year. Jake figured it was a family problem between them, and ignored it and the occasional odd clashes that occurred between her and her parents. He thought they were rude to bring their family problems with them, but he liked his adopted family enough to forgive them for it.

Now he understood that Frank and Tanya had brought Alicia with them with the intention that she was to tell 'Uncle' Jake that he was a father. Since nobody told him at that time, it was evident that Frank and Tanya had decided to leave it up to Alicia to 'dig her own grave', so to speak. They didn't want to be the ones to destroy Jake's relationship with their oldest daughter. Alicia had called their bluff and won. They didn't have the guts to rat her out.