by Mary Jaine
When Leon had left, I flopped back on the bed, the events of the day crowding together in my head as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened on such an eventful day. Twelve hours ago we'd been having breakfast in a small upstate town, planning on getting back to Albany so we could quiz the private investigator. Now suddenly Nicky was back; he had a wife, a daughter, a mother and father, and yet another little sister.
My head was running close to overload, I needed to sleep on all this, because the worst was yet to come; in the morning we had to tell him that he'd been right, that his beloved Barbara had indeed been murdered, and we had the proof. I yawned, the crowded day catching up to me, and Shari bounced onto the bed next to me, jarring me into wakefulness.
"Wakey-Wakey, Sleeping Beauty! I told you, you owe me, time to pay up, buster, come on, get naked, I want to play!"
I grinned and pulled her against me, my hand snaking down to grab and squeeze her taut little bottom. She grinned back at me, and gently bit my chin.
"So you are awake, after all! Good, my turn Bobby, and tonight I want something special!"
I looked questioningly at her hoping for a hint, but she just smiled minxily and bit her bottom lip, the one gesture I have no defence against. I struggled to sit back upright as she began to strip-off, popping her jeans and lying back so I could tug them off her. Underneath she just wore small thong panties, and once she pulled off her tank-top she was naked, except for those panties. I had managed to get my jeans, sweater and polo shirt off, and was left in just my shorts, with the evidence of my arousal plain to see. Shari smiled as she reached out to grab me, squeezing as she scooted closer to kiss me firmly.
"I love you Bobby, and because I love you, I want you to do something special for me tonight. Will you do that for me? You'll like it, I promise!" she asked, punctuating her words with little kisses.
Of course I agreed; I loved her, and anything she wanted was okay with me. Shari smiled at my acquiescence and slid her hand inside my shorts, holding and squeezing my cock, then pumping it gently as she rubbed her thumb gently over the end, spreading the lubricant pouring from me over the head and along the shaft. My own hand was just as busy, rubbing and caressing her damp pussy, teasing the lips apart as we kissed, feeling the little stiff bud of her clitoris harden and throb against my caressing fingertips.
Shari was gasping softly as I frigged her, her own hand pumping and rhythmically squeezing me as we touched and stroked each other. I pushed my shorts down as Shari pulled her thong off, and now we were both completely naked, a fact Shari took full advantage of by sucking my cock into the back of her throat. I lay back and lost myself in the sensation as she suckled on me, her tongue soft and warm and delightful against the sensitive flesh of my glans. I tried to urge her to move over me, so I could return the favour, but she shook her head and smiled at me around my cock as it stretched her lips wide open.
I leaned back again, enjoying what she was giving me so freely. Then she released me and slid up next to me, kissing me lightly before throwing a leg over me, to straddle me. I like this position, I love to watch her move, all her muscles moving together in harmony, a sleek wildness about her, absolute perfection of movement in her blend of smooth coordination and blazing sensuality.
Shari grinned and raised-up momentarily, her hand grasping me as she aimed me, then slid slowly, smoothly down onto me, taking me into herself in one long, agonisingly sweet moment of heat and wet succulence. She rested her hands flat on my chest and began to rock, sliding herself on me as she squeezed me with her internal muscles, riding me like a slow-motion rodeo rider as she pleasured herself. Her breasts danced and bobbed in front of me, her nipples fat and swollen, thick as my fingertips in her arousal, and without thinking I reached out to take them, cupping her beautiful small breasts as I gently pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingertips.
Now she began to speed up, working herself against me, grinding her pussy against me as her breathing quickened. The end came quickly, her eyes closing as her breath sobbed in her throat, her pussy tightening around me and pulsing as her orgasm flared and crashed through her.
She lay down atop me, her heart racing as she fought for breath, her pussy still pulsing and twitching around me as the aftershocks thrilled through her.
After a while, I became aware of two things; her hand was working away behind her, and she was biting her lip again, something she only did when she was up to something. I hadn't orgasmed, and was still bone-hard inside her, waiting for what she wanted to do next, this mysterious "special" thing she wanted to do with me. Suddenly, she sat upright, and took hold of me, squeezing me a couple of times to check whether I was still interested, as if she needed to check that!
Apparently satisfied, she rose up off me and held me in place, then slowly lowered herself, but now it was different; I couldn't fit into her, it was so constricted, it felt like my cock head was being squeezed in a clamp, and then I suddenly realised what she was doing, where she was putting me.
She must have seen the realisation dawn in my eyes, because she grinned that slow, sly, minxy grin she did so well, her eyes hooded, and squeezed her nipples with her free hand, while looking me in the eyes.
"There Bobby, is this naughty enough for you, you're going somewhere naughty, do you like it, baby, do you like being naughty with me?" she murmured, slowly slipping down on me until, with an almost audible pop! I slipped into her tight anus. Shari gasped as she slid all the way down my shaft, my cock feeling like it was being squeezed in a moist velvet fist along its entire length. I gasped out loud, Shari echoing me as she ground herself down against me, my hands automatically reaching for her perfect little buttocks and pulling them apart as she leaned down to kiss me.
"This is for you Bobby, I love you, baby!" she whispered as she began to slowly pump herself up and down, the ring of her anus squeezing and pulsing around me as she gyrated on top of me. I'd seen pictures of this, of course, and fantasised about it; before she'd come into my life my sex-life consisted of the porn magazines I'd managed to acquire, but I'd never seriously thought it could ever happen to me for real, and now it was, and it was the most heart-stoppingly erotic thing in my entire life. As she rolled her hips and pumped against me, her muscles squeezed and milked me, and I knew I couldn't hold out for long, not with her gyrating and milking me like that, and I was right.
I came with a sudden build-up of the pressure in my groin, my scrotum, and deep inside me; something wanted to explode inside this girl, and it wouldn't be denied. I cried out in ecstatic agony as I came harder than ever before in my life, my cock actually burning with the pressure and force of my ejaculation, long, sweetly agonising bursts of spunk blasting out of me and deep into her bowels, painting her insides with my seed.
Shari slumped down against me, her own orgasm triggered by mine, both of us moaning and shuddering as deep-swelling waves of pleasure crashed and thundered through us; my ears popped, and all sound disappeared in the high-pitched singing note that filled my head as I emptied myself into my beautiful girl in pulsing jets of high-pressure spunk.
Finally I was done, I was empty, I had no more to give as the aura of orgasm faded and sanity and senses returned, leaving Shari clasped tightly against me as my heart and breathing slowed and calmed down again. After a long, still silence, I felt myself fading, my cock slowly slipping from her as it softened. Shari drew a long, shuddering breath, and raised her head to nibble my chin.
"Bloody hell, Bobby, that was incredible, wherever you got that from, I want some more! I need a shower now, look what you've done to me!"
Somehow we both managed to stagger into the wet-room for a much needed shower, and then back to bed, to sleep; we were both exhausted from that incredible experience, and we needed clear heads for the morning. None of us, Yaz, Rick, Shari, myself, was eager for that meeting, but we owed it to Nicky, because he needed to know the truth.
The beeping of Shari's 'phone alarm finally dragged me out of my dee
p sleep, confusion once again ruling for a few seconds as I tried to work out where I was; I'd been dreaming about when we were young, long before all the bad stuff had happened, and it had been so real, so vivid, that I had to consciously shift mental gears from dream to reality. I was rested though, and as I stretched luxuriously, Shari opened her eyes and yawned, huddling down under the covers and pushing her warm little bottom into my lap. I was tempted to hug her closer while I grabbed another 40 winks, but I couldn't; Nicky was coming to see us, and we had things to say, things he needed to know, and something to give him.
"Come on, up, up, up!" I patted Shari's firm, juicy little rump, "Up and at 'em, babe, things to do, people to see, let's go!"
Shari groaned as she pulled the bed-covers even tighter around herself.
"It's still dark, Bobby, what time is it?" she groaned, and when I told her it was 6:45 a.m. she looked at me incredulously.
"Bobby, it's the middle of the bloody night, go back to sleep!"
I had to grin; for several years now my day had started at four in the morning, and for me 6:45 was a late start, but Shari obviously wasn't an early-morning person. However, Nicky and Ashley were due at nine o'clock, so...
I jumped out of bed and stripped the covers off her, Shari holding on to them like grim death as soon as she realised what I was doing, but I soon had them off her.
"Bobby, it's too early, just a few more minutes, pleeeeaasse!" she whined, and much as I would have liked to just let her sleep for another couple of hours, we had this thing with Nicky to finish.
"Nope, up you get, we need to get showered, dressed, and have some breakfast before they get here, so come on, Shari, don't you want to see Nicky and Ashley again?"
That did the trick. She sat up and scowled at me.
"When this is over, I'm getting you for this, just you wait and see!"
I just grinned, making her even more annoyed, but she slid off the bed and stood up, stretching, and at the sight of her slim, lithe body, parts of me stood up as well. Shari saw that immediately, and grinned happily.
"Oh look, did I do that?" she smiled, and I nodded, and she undulated closer, until she could take me in both hands.
"Shall I take care of this for you, baby?" she murmured, her eyes hooded and mysterious, and I nodded again, happily waiting for her next move. Boy was I in for a rude awakening!
Shari suddenly pinched the base of my cock between her fingernails, making me jump.
You drag me out of my nice, warm bed at some ungodly hour and then expect me to thank you by getting wet and wild with you? I don't fucking think so, Bobby!" she gritted while my eyes bugged out of my head.
"Remember one thing, Bobby; if you want a long and peaceful life, Shari sleeps late, got it?"
I closed my eyes as I nodded; disagreeing with her right now seemed foolhardy, seeing what she was holding. Shari waited for a few more agonizing seconds, then let go of me.
"See Bobby, that's what you need to learn; in any negotiation-type situation, always make sure you negotiate from a position of strength; mummy taught me that! Now, let's go and have a nice shower, eh?"
I couldn't help but grin as she led me to the wet-room; Shari was always so compliant, always happy to let me take the lead, but, when she really needed to make her point, she had some pretty persuasive techniques to enforce her will, and the willingness to use them when needed. Luckily, by the time I got around to soaping her back she'd forgiven me for rousting her out so early, and promised me a treat later to say sorry for threatening my best friend.
By the time we were dressed, had made up the bed again, and were ready to order breakfast, Yaz and Ricky had joined us, so we called down and ordered a light breakfast, then sat around chatting while we waited for Room Service. We also had some things for Nicky, so Shari and I checked they were to hand, and Shari gave me another long and tender kiss to apologise for earlier, this time with extra squeezing, which meant I had to wait before rejoining the others, as I refused to walk around in front of Yaz with a tent in my trousers...
We were at the coffee stage when there was a knock at the door. Rick answered it, and ushered Nicky and Ashley into the room. Once the niceties were dispensed with, we sat around the table, six of us, all family. Nicky poured Ashley a coffee, and one for himself, then leaned back in his chair, that trademark grin and slightly raised eyebrow so much in evidence.
"So Bobby, I hear tell you guys have something for me, so tell me, I'm agog here!"
Shari left the table to pull something out of her case, and came back to the table, handing Nicky a photograph album.
"We found this in the house, stashed in one of the attics; I think it belongs to you, Nicky."
Nicky opened it, his eyes widening as picture after picture of Barbara was revealed, each page filled with his memories of his mum. His face remained expressionless as he leafed through the album, but his eyes filled, a tear eventually spilling out and running unheeded down his cheek to drip from his chin. Finally, he came to the end, and closed the album, passing it to Ashley, who looked at me in enquiry. I nodded, so she opened it, seeing for the first time images of Nicky's beloved Barbara, and pictures of Nicky as a toddler, a little boy, a schoolboy. Her lip quivered as she looked through the album, her eyes flicking occasionally to Nicky, who sat impassively until she'd finished leafing through it, finally passing it back to him.
"Thank...Thank you for this," he faltered, "it's ..." he broke off, swallowing several times, his throat clicking dryly. Yaz passed him a glass of water, which he accepted gratefully.
"Thank you, all of you; I never had anything of her, now I have this, thank you..."
Ashley pulled his head down into the angle of her neck and shoulder, her hand stroking his hair while she held him, her own eyes bright with unshed tears. Both Yaz and Shari were similarly affected, their eyes also brimming with tears in sympathy for their big brother's pain and loss. Nicky pulled his head away from Ashley and looked at us, all four of us, as we waited for him.
"Thank you, I don't know how to thank you, really..." stopping as Shari held her hand up.
"Nicky, there's more, and I don't know how to tell you, so I'm going to let you read it; then you'll know, and maybe you'll know what to do next. I wish there was another way, something other than this, but it's all we have. Nicky, mummy wants to talk to you, will you let her?"
Nicky looked puzzled, uncomprehending, but nodded. Shari went back to her case, and pulled out a thick buff envelope, which she brought back to the table and handed to him.
"Nicky, this is an affidavit my mother swore out a few days before she died. It concerns you; please read it."
Nicky looked at all of us, then opened the envelope and pulled out the thick sheaf of documents. We all watched as he unfolded the papers and began to read, watching his face alternately pale and darken, his jaw muscles bunching as he clenched and unclenched his teeth, and the occasional tremor in his hand as he read page after page. I knew what was in that terrible document, I had read it, and it had made me sick, and outraged, and deeply grateful that Robert Davies (or Brian Davis, or whoever the hell he really was) was caged up 24 hours a day in a super-maximum security federal prison, and would stay there forever. Just remembering what I had read in that affidavit made the rage churn and roil in the pit of my stomach all over again, but I knew I must be feeling only a pale shadow of what poor Nicky must be feeling right now.
We sat in silence, hardly daring to move, as Nicky read each page, finally folding the document and pushing it back into the envelope. He sighed, a deep, tremulous sigh, then stood up, motioning us down when we would have stood as well.
"No, guys, please, I just need some air, I..." he paused; his mouth worked, then he turned and walked out of the room. I knew Nicky's expressions of old, and right now he was furious. I made to follow him, but Ashley shook her head.
"No Bobby, leave him, he'll come back when he's ready; he just needs to think, he'll be okay, don't worry about him. Do you mind.
..?" she asked, picking up the thick envelope. I shook my head.
"No, not at all; you're family, so this concerns you too."
Ashley began reading through the document, her face paling and her eyes hardening as she worked her way through it, finally folding it and pushing it back into the envelope, then drummed her fingers for a moment on the tabletop, her face pale and angry, before looking at Shari, her eyes once more bright with tears.
"Shereen, Yasmin, can we talk? Somewhere private?"
Yaz indicated the connecting door into her suite, and led the way, Shari trailing a hand across my arm before following the other two girls, and closing the door behind her. Rick and I sat and looked at each other; no conversation seemed appropriate, and I had nothing to say; crunch-time was here, maybe soon we'd find out if we really had Nicky back, or if he was lost to us forever.
There was no sound coming from the other suite; with the door closed, it was effectively soundproof, but we listened-out anyway, to try and maybe get a hint of what was being said; they probably weren't arguing. Ashley had looked like she needed a shoulder, not an argument, as did the girls; seeing Nicky so affected had obviously reached into them as well, and they probably needed some girl-time right now. Rick and me sat and waited, silent and thoughtful, wondering if we'd see Nicky again today, or any time soon.
After what seemed like several eternities, but was probably no more than 15 or 20 minutes, the door to Yaz & Rick's suite opened and the girls came in, looking like they'd all had a good cry, but also calm, and oddly, upbeat as well. Whatever had been said had obviously done all of them some good. As they seated themselves, there was a knock on the door, and Yaz opened it, to find Nicky there, looking pale and drawn, but no longer furious, no longer expressionless. Yaz slipped her hand into his, and he patted her hand and smiled distractedly at her as she led him back to the table. He'd obviously been thinking and he began speaking almost before he'd sat down.
