The Lover's Children novel Chapter 37

MICHAEL

Two hours later, all the walls are up, roughly bolted together, the roof is in place and I’m busy with my drill and screwdriver. “Thanks. It would have taken me all day by myself.”

“My pleasure.” Klempner gestures toward where the door stands hinged but unattached. “Want me to get that fixed into place?”

My reply is cut short by the arrival of Mitch, Vicky bundled in her arms. “Ah, there you are.” She smiles brightly at Klempner, and I almost see the light switch on in the man. “Am I interrupting? Larry, I’ve made lunch...”

“Lunch?” Klempner glazes over. “I don’t think…”

Mitch shivers then, pulling the wrap tighter around Vicky, tosses her head at the lowering clouds. “I thought something solid inside would be a good idea. You’d be welcome to join us, Michael if you’d like to. I’ve made plenty. Chicken casserole. Dumplings too.”

“Dumplings?” Something like despair flits across Klempner’s features, but he injects a ghost of enthusiasm into his tone. “Sounds good.”

My excuses are easier. “Thanks, Mitch, but no. Charlotte’s expecting me. And we’d not have gotten much more done today. We’ve had the best of the morning. The weather’s on the turn again.” The clouds pile up, threatening to swallow the sunshine.

“Come inside, Larry. You don’t want it to get cold.”

I wave them off. “Enjoy your meal.”

*****

Klempner leaves with Mitch.

The overhead sunshine is brilliant, but from the horizon, dark clouds are racing in, heavy with rain and threatening a soaking if I don’t get under cover fast. Even from here, the blur of falling rain is visible, moving my way. In under a minute, the heat of the sun cuts off and the breeze, previously fresh on my face, bites in.

March is living up to its In Like A Lion reputation.

What’s the rest of it?

Oh, yes…

In like a lion…

… Out like a lamb...

Maybe it will pass…

From the doorway of the chicken-shed-to-be, nursing the back end of Sally’s soup, I watch rain that falls like liquid diamonds. Still recovering from the elephantine lunch, it’s only the heat I want, and I taste sparingly.

Briefly, the clouds clear from around the sun, the sky turns a brilliant blue, and sunlight slants down in that breath-taking effect photographers call ‘The Fingers of God’. The light sparkles through individual raindrops, giving everything the kind of intense, saturated colour you only get with sunshine and rain together. Or maybe sometimes when the morning is clear and dewy.

The clouds return. The day darkens and the landscape greys out. From under my makeshift cover, I watch the falling rain.

And as happens when a man is doing nothing particular, my mind drifts to other things…

Well… Sex…

Not that I’m uninterested to begin with, but knowing that Charlotte wants another baby, by me, has set my libido raging.

Wonder what she’s doing?

The rain falls harder, splashing onto the ground, bouncing back.

It’s not as though I can work in this…

The clouds pile up, growing darker all the time. Scruffy whines. “Want to make a dash for it?”

His stumpy tail wags. I knock back the last of my soup, then tugging my jacket over my head, sprint to the house.

I make it to the door dripping. I might as well not have bothered with the jacket. Apparently, the local rain can fall upwards. But a wave of heat floods out, the scent of coffee flooding with it. Following my nose, I find the source in the kitchen, Charlotte lifting the pot from the hob.

Coming up from behind, I slide a hand around her waist, rest the other just under a breast. “Smells good.” I nuzzle into her neck. “You doing anything important?”

My delectable wife Mmmms. “I was just bringing this out to you.” She turns into my embrace, then pulls back, patting at my clothes, “Michael, you’re soaked. For God’s sake, get those clothes off before you go down with something.”

“Get my clothes off and go down? Pretty much what I had in mind.”

She chuckles. “Fine, but first…”

“Ah, my apologies. Didn’t mean to interrupt…”

*****

JAMES

I’d not meant to walk in on them. Working, I was ready for a break and simply followed the smell of coffee.

But as I enter the kitchen, it’s plain that Michael is cornering Charlotte…

Again…

“I think she’s ready for you now, James.”

“I’d say you're right.” He stands behind her, a cheek cupped in either hand, then runs palms over her, massaging, soothing, sliding from the firm flesh of her rump, up and over her waist, her ribs, her shoulders, then back again, outlining her with his touch as he goes.

He has her quivering when, standing back, open-handed, he slaps her across the butt. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. Charlotte gasps, jarring with the sting, and would rise. But I pin her, my hand pressing between her shoulders. “No one said you could move.”

James swats again. He’s still not serious about it. Charlotte inhales sharply but doesn't move.

“That's better,” he says. “Learn to behave yourself. Grip the edge of the counter.” He leans over her, his chest against her spine. His face close by hers, “I'm going to make your ass burn. When it's glowing, Michael's going to fuck you and you're going to suck me off. Yes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Michael, why don't you stand where you can see properly. I'm sure you'd enjoy a good view of where you'll be sinking your cock.”

Charlotte's breath hitches and she doesn't see the smile tugging James’ lips as he watches her response. She's already pinking up, the blood rushing to her normally creamy skin, handprints beginning to bloom. Her pussy is pinker, the slit glistening.

James slaps again, harder. His palm connects with a smack that ripples flesh. He rubs at the reddening spot, then slaps again, hard. It has to sting him as much as her. Charlotte huffs and wheezes, but James is already bringing down another stroke.

This time, he’s really trying. Charlotte yelps and quivers. James mouths silent curses, shaking his open palm. I hide the laugh behind my hand.

“What do you say now, Charlotte?”

“Master?”

“You heard the first time.”

A pause… “Master, may I have another?”

“You may.” James swings and slaps. Long-limbed as he is, he swings his arm like a hitter going for the strike, and he connects with a Crack!

Charlotte howls, but her ass is scarlet and her vulva more so. The flesh is swollen and puffy and a thin stream gleams as it trickles down her thighs.

With an air of experiment, James dips in a couple of fingers, withdraws them slick and shiny, sucks them clean. “If you'll excuse me, Michael, this will be all yours shortly, but I'm not going to pass up an opportunity.” He drops to his knees then, a hand either side, peels her folds apart, opening up her pussy. Leaning back, he examines his handiwork, nostrils flaring. He inhales, exhales. “Lovely.”

Moving in, he sucks at her, licks at her, working his way from pussy to clit and back again. Charlotte shudders and shakes…

Self-control failing?

I move around to help her out, pinning her at the wrists. “Your Master is taking his pleasure…” Charlotte’s face is almost as flushed as her backside. “… Behave yourself and stay still. Better yet…” I unbuckle, unbutton my fly and aim my shaft at her face. “Open up. James is going to finish in there, but I’ll start it off.”