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This part is told by Lily, and is just a filler chapter to move us to the next big advance in the story.
The elevator ride to the maternity ward seemed to take forever. As the doors slid open, I was greeted my a flurry of activity; nurses bustling about, families whispering in hushed tones… probably at us because we were a oddly big family.
Sitting in the hospital waiting room was a long and boring wait. Like seriously, why did we all need to be here before the kid even came out? And it wasn’t like this was Sky’s first kid; it was literally her sixth!
I shook my head at the children. Mom was trying but failing to keep Kai entertained enough he didn’t act up. Little Liana was making things worse as she tried to boss Kai into behaving which only made him angry. The other children, while being relatively quiet, were getting fussy, and I could see my siblings start to panic.
At least Ross was sitting next to me. Yes, his kids were also here so he was extra cautious to not look at me too long or touch me in the slightest, but we talked to each other.
“What do you think they’re naming this one,” Ross asked. He didn’t know how to talk to me anymore, so out conversations tended to be about random or generic things.
“Probably something dumb. Let’s see, it’s almost summer, so maybe they’ll name the kid Winter. Oh wait, that was Millie’s thing.”
Millie stuck her tongue out me and said, “for the last time; I picked Summer because it was a pretty name. You don’t have to be born in the summertime to be named Summer.”
“Whatever,” I said. “At least they didn’t name their twins Creek and Cabin like they wanted to.”
When Sky was pregnant with the twins she and Ty wanted to name their kids Creek and Cabin in honor of the place they first hooked up. This was because the twins were born in June, the same month Ty and Sky admitted their feelings at our family’s cabin. Not wanting to give their kids odd names, they decided against. I don’t know how River and Tripp (again to honor the cabin) was any better but whatever.
Finally, after literal hours, Ty came into the waiting room and announced the baby was here. We all stood up and followed him into the delivery room. But Sky wasn’t holding a baby… she was holding two babies.
My sister lay in bed, looking exhausted yet radiant, with two tiny bundles in pastel blankets nestled in her arms. Her face lit up when she us, and tears welled up in everyone’s eyes. Except mine… I had never been very emotional or sentimental.
Mom gasped. I just rolled my eyes. The last thing this family needed was another set of twins.
“Did you know?” Mom asked.
“Yeah, we decided to let it be a surprise.”
“You call that a surprise?” I asked. “You’re twins with a set of twins already, I’m surprised you don’t have more sets of twins,” I said.
“Lily,” Mom warned.
I fell silent, and leaned in closer to get a better look at the twins. I suppose they weren’t the ugliest newborns. In fact, I’ll even admit they were kind of cute with their tiny fingers curled into fists, delicate eyelashes and chubby cheeks. Each baby had a few strands of blond hair that hinted at their shared genetics, but no signs of how closely they were related.
One twin wiggled slightly, küçükçekmece escort letting out a soft cooing sound, while the other slept soundly, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. I reached out tentatively and touched the boy’s impossibly soft skin.
“Do you want to hold him?” Sky asked.
“Nah, I’m good,” I replied, withdrawing my hand.
“What are their names?” Billie asked.
“The boy is Mason,” Ty introduced.
“And the girl is May,” Sky added.
While everyone else went “awe” I just rolled my eyes. “Because they were born in May, real original guys.”
“Lily, I’m not warning you again,” Mom stated. “Stop acting like a child.”
My family stayed until the precise second visiting hours drew to a close. Each member of my family taking turns holding the new babies and taking pictures of the kids with the babies, making all sorts of awe noises. Finally, the hospital kicked us out.
The next day, I showed up at Ross’ house unexpectedly. The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of dew-kissed grass. As I knocked on the door, I heard me niece shout that she would answer the door. When the door swung open a second later, I was greeted by the sight of Ross’ two children, still in their pajamas, their faces lighting up with joy. They rushed over to me for a hug before returning to the table to finish their breakfast.
“What are you doing here?” Ross asked.
“You are driving me to school.”
“I am?”
“Yes. It’s private so we talk freely and no one will come up to us.”
“What about my kids?”
“We’ll drop them off first.”
Ross glanced at his children and then back to me.
“Okay.”
The children finished with their breakfast and got dressed.
“Come on, you two! It’s time to get your shoes on,” I called.
Ross was already in the diver’s seat of his car. He smiled at me as he watched me help the children into the car and remind them to fasten their seatbelts. While I wasn’t a huge fan of kids, I didn’t mind them. As long as they knew how to behave. And dating Ross meant his children would be in my life. I understood that.
As we drove toward the school, I turned on the radio, and the the familiar tune of a pop song filled the car. The children sang along, and I couldn’t help but join in, my voice mixing with theirs in a chaotic harmony. I liked Ross’ children. They were slightly older now being 10 and close to 7, they behaved nicely, used their manners, and weren’t annoying like some children.
“Okay, future stars, that’s good enough for now. We don’t want to scare the other children,” Ross teased as we pulled up at the school.
“I sing better than you do,” I replied.
“Ooooh,” I heard Victoria say from the backseat.
As soon as the kids left the car and disappeared into the crowd of little schoolers, and Ross started driving toward the high school, the air between us shifted. Now, we were alone, which meant we could talk about anything we wanted without having to speak in code, glance around nervously, and stop mid sentence anytime someone got to close in earshot.
“I’m sorry about the breakfast thing,” Ross said.
“You don’t have to keep apologizing,” I replied.
“Yes, küçükyalı escort I do. I want to be with you, my head just won’t let me.”
“You’re not the only one who is scared, Ross. Why do you think we keep it a secret? Why the kids only have mothers outside of the house, and Why Ty and Sky won’t even bring their children out in public anymore? Our whole family is scared about what would happen if the outside world finds out about us,” I said.
“I know.”
“You’re not the only one worried about your kids. Our siblings are too.”
“I know.”
“It doesn’t matter what society thinks about incest. All that matters is how we feel. I’m not ashamed to love you.”
“I wish I could be as brave as you,” Ross said.
“Ross, things will not get any easier with time. You have to rip the Band-Aid off, not pull it gently. You need to kiss me and sleep with me and date me despite the fear and despite the doubt.”
Ross didn’t respond.
“What if instead of time, we had distance?”
“You mean be apart? I don’t want that,” Ross said.
“No, I mean, what if we went away together.”
“We can’t. I have the kids, you’re still in school, and where would we even go?”
“Your kids are going to their mother’s for the summer. I only have a month of school left, and we have the perfect location,” I pointed out.
“Where?”
“Our family’s cabin! Its in the middle of the woods far away from anyone.”
“I guess we could go,” Ross said.
I couldn’t focus at school, and kept wondering if our summer getaway would really happen. Part of me thought Ross would chicken out, part of me was scared. I had only had sex once. I didn’t want to alone with him at the cabin hours from home and not be able to preform in bed well enough. Ross was 37 years old, way more experienced than me. He wouldn’t want to date or sleep with someone unable to satisfy him in bed.
I needed to practice, but it didn’t feel right sleeping with my other brothers. Even if it was only to improve my sexual skills to satisfy Ross. He hadn’t minded my lack of experience when we did it on my 18th birthday, but that was because he was only doing it for my enjoyment, not his.
What if he thought I was having sex with Ty, Billy, and Andy? What if because of that he thought I had more experience? And if so, wouldn’t he be expecting more from me when we finally had sex again?
Since I didn’t feel right screwing my other brothers, but needed practice… there was only one thing to do. As soon as the school day ended, I rushed to the mall and found my way to the one store I knew sold sex toys.
As I stepped inside the red-hued store, I half-expected a staff member to greet me with judgment and question. Instead, the place was sprinkled with soft music and filled with curious shoppers who looked perfectly comfortable. The shelves held the answers to my problem with everything I would need from sexy lingerie to vibrators.
“Can I help you find something?” A voice interrupted me; I must have looked like a lost puppy and my youthful appearance, being only 18, probably gave away how unexperienced I was in this department. I turned to see a woman with a warm smile and an aura of confidence. kültür escort She didn’t seem judgmental at all.
“I… um…” My cheeks flushed red; I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. “I’m just browsing.”
“Okay, just let me know if you have any questions.” She wandered away, leaving me standing in the middle of an aisle stocked with different sizes and shapes.
I picked up a small, discreet item–a simple, glimmering pink vibrator. It wasn’t that intimidating, I thought to myself as I turned it over in my hand. But I wasn’t sure how this help me improve my bedroom skills. I needed something that went side me, something I could practice fucking a dick with.
“Mrs.,” I called out.
The woman who had approached me earlier came over to me.
“Um, what should I get if I wanted to practice so I can satisfy my boyfriend better?” I asked.
I felt awkward asking, but the lady was so sweet. She answered all of my questions and helped me pick out what I needed. She didn’t ask any irrelevant questions and didn’t judge me at all. Ten minutes later I walked out there with a bag containing everything I would need.
That night, the wind rustled the sheer curtains in my bedroom, and I found myself staring blankly at the boxes and packages scattered across my bed.
After stripping out of all of my clothes, I reached for the small purple vibrator. From what I did know about sex, mostly from what Sky had told me, I knew I needed to be aroused and wet before I’d be able to stick anything in my sex.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I took a moment to assess the device. The instructions were scribbled in an infuriatingly vague manner. “Find the right spot, and let the magic happen.” I scoffed and pressed a button, making it spring to life. A low hum shook through my palm. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As I adjusted the vibrations, I realized I was just as confused about the mechanics as I was about sex. Where was the pleasure supposed to come from? My face flushed as I tried various positions, nearly toppling off the bed a few times. I turned the vibration up, down, and then up again, but nothing felt right.
But then I had a thought. I loved my clit being touched, this I had already discovered multiple times. Maybe that’s where this stupid thing was supposed to touch. My hand moved there slowly as I anticipated the sensation.
“Fuck!” I screamed out.
The vibration felt amazing on my clit, sending waves of electricity coursing through me. My body went in a frenzy and I already moaning and shaking slightly. I kept my fingers on my other hand over my sex so I could feel how wet I was getting.
My body started to shake harder and my breathing got heavier as I felt this sticky liquid cover my fingers. I didn’t know how wet I was supposed to be before I could put the dildo inside my sex, and decided I was ready.
I positioned the dildo at my entrance, feeling a flutter of anticipation. But as I tried to push it inside, it wouldn’t budge and caused a faint pain. It wouldn’t go in. I tried adjusting angles, gently pushing again, but it felt like I was battling an invisible force. After another few minutes, I chucked the stupid toy across my room.
(I’m ending it like that because this was literally my first experience with sex toys, and I was around 18 or 19 too, like Lily. I didn’t try again that first time, in fact it took me quite a while to figure out it wasn’t going in because I wasn’t aroused enough. Since I had a good opportunity for masturbation instead of sex in Lily’s story, I’m adding a few of my own experiences.)
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