The Medicals had developed a formula, which they gave to young boys as they reached puberty, the time when their wings began to come in. It tied the younger sibling to the elder and so allowed more double and triple mating. It also allowed women of lower political standing to feel the power of double and triple orgasms.
Ishme only had one brother, there was no third for Becky. The items in the drawer showed him that he could give her a triple orgasm another way. He looked over at the bed. Becky was fully absorbed in the attention she was giving to Nyal. As Nyal fingered her from behind, he looked over at Ishme as if to say, “What’s the hold up?”
Ishme brought his hand out of the drawer, holding up one of Becky’s vibrators. Seeing Nyal’s smile, he let out his own grin. He loved her tight ass, he was looking forward to loving it again. Walking back around the bed, he bent his head and replaced Nyal’s fingers with his lips. She was heavily aroused, leaking juices from both orifices.
Just as he was picking up the vibrator, Becky raised her head.
“Hard, Ishme, take me deep and hard,” she said.
“Whatever you want, Beautiful,” he said.
It took him a moment to figure out how to turn on the vibrator. Becky wiggled her hips when she heard its buzzing sound.
Ishme slowly inserted it in, watching carefully lest he hurt her, but she moaned deep in her throat. That moan felt so good to Nyal that he let out a moan of his own and squeezed her breast.
The vibrator fully inserted and turned on, Ishme began filling her anus again. Fully seated, he put his hands on her hips. Nyal noticed how her abdominal contractions began pushing out the vibrator. He reached his fingers up between her legs to counter-thrust and pushed it back in. He put his thumb back on her clit and pressed down. She bucked at the sensation. Once again, they built a rhythm.
Slowly at first, as they all accustomed themselves to the new positions, they gained speed as their bodies urged them on. Nyal reached up with his free hand to grasp her hair, Ishme’s thrusts pushing her forward onto Nyal’s cock as she took him deep in her throat over and over again.
She was amazed at her ability to breathe, while still enjoying the triple sensation. Almost too soon, she could feel her body getting ready to explode. Gauging her breath and the sounds she probably wasn’t even aware she was making, they knew she was getting close and increased the speed of their thrusts.
Harder and stronger, Ishme was slamming into her so fast that Nyal no longer needed to hold the tip of the vibrator. He brought his soaked fingers forward to pinch her clit. That last sensation threw her over the cliff, each of the men following as her orgasms brought on their own.
Becky collapsed over Nyal’s abdomen and felt herself fading into unconsciousness. She fought the feeling but the aftershocks from the powerful, full body orgasm pulled her into oblivion.
Ishme pulled out the vibrator and turned it off. She didn’t even twitch.
He looked towards his brother, who had pulled her up his body to tuck her against him. Nyal could not stop touching her. He looked back at Ishme.
“Her skin is so soft, I could touch it for hours,” he said.
“I have been fantasizing about those high round buttocks since I first watched her walking away from me. We are lucky men,” said Ishme.
“Yes. After so many years alone, it is priceless to be given such a precious gift. It’s not only about helping our people anymore, is it?” asked Nyal, as he continued to run a hand up and down her back.
“No, the Goddess chose well for us. I already have strong feelings for her.” He sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to get a warm cloth to clean her up,” said Ishme, as he walked into the bathroom.
Moments later, he was back with two cloths and they gently washed her and tucked her into bed. Nyal held her close in his arms as Ishme went about cleaning up the bedroom and bathroom.
When he finished, he walked around and got into the bed on Becky’s other side. “I’ll clean up next time,” Nyal murmured in a soft voice.
“That’s okay. You know how mess bothers me. I don’t mind doing the cleaning. I expect you to take care of the outside of the house, I’ll take care of the inside,” said Ishme, already planning on a future with Becky.
“We have a bargain,” said Nyal.
All was quiet for a few minutes.
“Should we wake her up?” Nyal asked. “She did say she wanted to make love all night long.”
Ishme allowed a smile to cross his face. “She did say that, didn’t she?”
Chapter Twelve
Becky woke up with a smile on her face. She shifted around a little, stretching out her arms and legs. There were a few aches and pains in places she didn’t know she had, but they were the good kind.
The guys had woken her again and again during the night; she had long lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had. She was thinking about having a hot shower when the doors opened. She pulled the sheet up to her chin.
Nyal opened the door and Ishme stepped through carrying a tray.
“We brought you breakfast, Becky,” Ishme said, carrying the tray over to the bed. “All of your favorites: French toast, fresh strawberries, orange juice and hot coffee.”
“You guys,” she said in an ‘aw shucks’ kind of way.
“Would you mind getting me a sleep shirt out of the top drawer, Nyal? I know you wouldn’t mind if I flashed my boobs during breakfast. Somehow, it just seems wrong to me.”
Nyal went to the drawer and took out a shirt. On the way back to the bed, he read the words on the front: Let me drop everything and work on your problem, it said. He asked her what it meant and she explained that it was sarcasm.
She’d just taken a bite of French toast when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn’t worried; she knew that Kai, Ari, or Markus would get the door.
Moments later, Grace, Jalen, Justyn, and Jett walk into her bedroom. Grace had her hands on her hips, while wearing her angry face.
“Rebecca Siobhan Anderson! I had to hear through channels you were shot yesterday! You didn’t think this was something I should know?” she asked.
“I’m fine - not even a scratch. It was a non-event, thanks to Valerie. Oh, my, God! I forgot to call Valerie.”
“That’s right, you forgot to call me,” said Valerie from the doorway. “I hardly slept a wink.”
She waved behind her at Kai and said, “Kai saw me coming up the drive so he let me in. You couldn’t take ten minutes to let me know you were okay?”
“I’m sorry…” she would have kept apologizing but she could hear raised voices coming from the hallway.
A minute later, Addie, Arjun, Rune and Kylan came rushing into the room with Granny Mac following behind with Markus, Kai and Ari.
When she saw Granny Mac, she was so embarrassed - then Granny winked at her. For some reason, that made it worse. They all knew how she’d spent her night.
Doing it was one thing, shoving the evidence right in the face of a woman she thought of as a surrogate grandmother was a different kettle of fish.
Before anybody could say anything, Becky spoke up.
“I’m fine! I will apologize downstairs, en masse, if you will all leave this room. I’m going to finish my morning-after breakfast in bed before it gets cold. I deserve that at least, after all, I was shot yesterday. If you will wait and ask nicely, I’m sure Ishme would be happy to fix you some French toast, too.”
There was some grumbling but they all agreed to leave the bedroom. A few minutes later, she was alone with Nyal. Ishme had gone to make breakfast for everyone. She played idly with her food, pushing the French toast around in the syrup, since she’d lost her appetite. She turned to Nyal.
“I really do have to apologize. I know how I would feel if something happened to them and they didn’t call me,” she said in a small voice.
“Don’t blame yourself, you were in shock. In addition, with the police questioning you, and me not wanting to leave your side, you had a great deal
to cope with. And I did not call anyone either,” Nyal said.
“That’s right. You didn’t, did you? We’re both equally to blame. For some perverse reason, that makes me feel better.”
She smiled and dug back into her breakfast, her appetite returning with gusto.
Down in the kitchen, as Ishme whipped together eggs, milk and cinnamon for a new batch of French toast, Ari filled them in on what had happened the day before at the escrow closing.
“The bullet struck here,” he said, pointing to his own chest.
“Valerie, the necklace you told her to wear stopped the bullet. When she arrived home, her T-shirt was in tatters. She had put on an experimental bulletproof fabric underneath. I am glad she didn’t have to test it under these circumstances.”
Ari paused to look around the room and drink some water. He was still upset that she had been shot when he was supposed to have been guarding her. After drinking half the glass, he continued, “She later on identified the two assailants as the ones who had evaded capture the night before out at the farm. She had tracked down the payments made to them to kill our Queen. They obviously mistook Becky for Queen Addie.”
“That’s the last of them, right? They have all been accounted for?” asked Kylan.
“Yes,” said Grace. “When I spoke with Captain Udaka this morning, he said that matching up the new evidence Becky obtained, along with the incidents of Tuesday night, all the hitters are accounted for. Becky believes she’s now found all of the Kadyrovs’ money.
“Their attorney, Edward Crunch, was arrested last night. They provided warrants to the banks first thing this morning and the remaining funds have now been seized also.
“The Captain said he went personally to inform Vasily Kadyrov of the arrest and seizure of the three additional accounts, plus the evidence located in the other two safety deposit boxes.
“According to him, the look in Vasily Kadyrov’s eyes said it all. He’s done and he knows it. He has nothing else to fall back on. He no longer has the funds to hire another attorney, as all of his accounts were linked to criminal enterprises. We were able to seize them all. Kadyrov literally doesn’t have a penny to his name. He’s going to have to accept a Public Defender for his defense now, since he can’t afford to pay a trial attorney.”
They all gave relieved sighs when Grace finished speaking. A few minutes later, Becky entered the room. Her hair was wet and she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with pictures of various joysticks and game controllers on the front. At the bottom were printed the words, Control Freak.
She walked over to Valerie and gave her a big hug.
“Thank you for my life,” Becky said simply, with tears sparkling on her lashes.
On the other side of the table, Addie began to cry.
“There she goes again,” said Becky and quite a few of them started to laugh.
She noticed the mail and some packages sitting on the counter.
“Oh, perfect timing. I saw this online and had to get it for you, Addie,” Becky said, after checking the label on an eight-inch cubed box.
She handed the box to Addie and everyone watched as she opened it. Nestled inside, was a large coffee mug. Pulling it out, Addie read what was written on the side and gave a watery laugh. She gave the mug to Grace, who read it out loud.
Danger: Due to the influence of pregnancy hormones, I could either burst into tears or kill you in the next five minutes. You have been warned.
Grace then turned to Addie, “And we all know which of these two options you pick, don’t we?” she asked, handing back the mug.
Becky had a second cup of coffee as she leaned against the counter. They could have fit around her massive dining room table, but it was cozier here in the kitchen. Some were sitting at the table, a few at the bar stools lining the island and others just stood. She was really going to miss Addie and Grace when they left.
Addie would be leaving in two days, instead of the six to eight weeks they’d originally planned.
Grace would be around longer; she was determined that sentence would be passed on the Kadyrovs before she left.
Valerie was planning to leave with Addie. She was anxious to see the planet she had been dreaming about all her life.
After debating long and hard, Johanna had decided to stay and help recruit women for emigration.
After an hour or so, the impromptu brunch broke up and all her visitors left. This afternoon was the opening of the Sci-Fi Convention. Becky didn’t have any work to do there until Saturday afternoon, so she asked the guys if they wanted to do some sightseeing. They all agreed and piled into the Jeep to drive into the city.
Chapter Thirteen
Sarah was looking forward to having lunch with Tammy, the front desk clerk she had befriended when she arrived in Chicago.
Tammy traded shifts with another co-worker so she was working the late shift on the front desk. That way, she could have Saturday afternoon and evening off.
Sarah was pleased she’d made a friend so quickly after coming to Chicago. She liked the energy of the City and felt at home right away. She’d lived in the San Francisco Bay Area her entire life and hadn’t felt as connected as she did here. It was a strange sensation. She was thinking about why that was when there came a knock on her hotel room door.
When she checked through the peephole, she saw Tammy standing on the other side. Opening the door, she saw that Tammy was holding the hands of two adorable little girls.
“You did say it was okay to bring the girls, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Absolutely, here let me help,” she said, reaching for the large bag hanging over Tammy’s arm.
“How old are they, again?” Sarah asked, going down on one knee.
“They’re six and a half. This is Leah,” she said, moving her left arm, “and this is Laura,” answered Tammy.
“Hello, Leah. Hello, Laura. I’m very happy to meet you. You’re big girls, aren’t you?” she asked.
“We’re growing big like our mommy,” said Leah.
Laura nodded and kept a tight grip on her mother’s hand; she was quieter than her sister.
“Well, I’m ready to go. I hired a car and driver for the day so we wouldn’t have to worry about parking and things.
“Are you hungry?” she asked the girls.
“McDonalds,” said Leah and Laura nodded.
“You want to go someplace where you can play and eat, too. I think I know just the place,” she said.
They moved farther into the hallway so she could step out and close the door. As they headed for the elevators, Leah looked back at Sarah over her mother’s arm. She let go of her hand and then reached for Sarah’s hand.
“Mommy says to hold hands, so I’ll hold onto you so you have someone, too,” said Leah.
Sarah blinked her eyes so Leah wouldn’t see the moisture gathering in them. She enjoyed the feel of the small warm hand in her own.
This is what I am missing. I want children, she thought.
She’d snuck online and found a great place on West Webster called Little Beans Café. There were tables and chairs where you could eat a nice meal at one end of the room. The bulk of the room was filled with large play structures made to resemble a small town with roads. The girls could have hours of fun in the grocery store, fire station or schoolhouse, just to name a few. The play area even stretched outside, though the October weather was a little cold for that. It was also completely enclosed and the children would be safe.
When the limo, which had been a big hit with both girls, pulled up in front, there had been some long faces. Once they got inside, and saw the other children, though, there were smiles all around. The trouble, then, was getting them to eat before playing. They finally decided to sit at a table close to the play area and let the girls come and go as they felt hungry.
“They’re absolutely adorable. They do appear older than they are,” said Sarah, before taking a bite of her sandwich.
“Thanks. I’m just glad Stev
en had a chance to know them a little before he died. They don’t really remember him that well and maybe that’s for the best,” said Tammy, smiling,
“As for their height, they really do get that from me. I was a beanpole growing up. As you can see, I just kept on growing.”
Tammy was six feet tall in her stocking feet. She had long, straight brown hair. Her heart-shaped face reminded Sarah of the actress, Jane Seymour. The twins were carbon copies of their mother.
“Tell me about Steven,” Sarah said.
“I was so much taller than the other girls, that by the time I got to high school, I’d pretty much crawled into a hard shell of shyness covered by attitude. Steven brought me to life,” Tammy said with a smile.
“My height didn’t matter to him. He introduced me to his friends and made me part of the in-crowd. I was grateful for that. Instead of having horrible high school years, they were really great.”
She looked over and checked on the girls. Laura and Leah were running the fire station. When they would drive by the firehouse in their neighborhood, they often saw the firemen washing the fire truck. They had decided the fire station playhouse needed organizing.
“They get that from their father. I keep a clean house, but Steve was one of those—a place for everything and everything in its place—kind of guy. We both grew up on farms and didn’t have a lot of money for college.
“He decided to join the Marines right out of high school. At first, he was just going to be in for the minimum and then let them pay for college. The military fit him like a glove. It was like a second home. It was hard when he deployed because we were based far away from both our families.
“I had lost my mom in high school. Then my dad had a sudden heart attack, right after the girls were born. Steve’s mom has been great; she watches the kids when I am at work.
“Steven was killed in Afghanistan, during his third deployment. He’d made Sergeant and was driving a supply truck. It was a roadside bomb - he didn’t feel anything,” she said simply. “It’s been hard but the girls helped me get through it. I’m finally ready to think about meeting someone new.”
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