Chapter Twenty-Three
Kane
When I woke the next morning I was practically humping her. Actually, it was safer to say I was absolutely humping her. She was also grinding her pussy against my thigh again, and the quiet mewling sound she was making against my neck coupled with the slick wet feel of her cum on my leg had me stirred the fuck up. My breath caught in my throat as my cock pressed against her lower belly.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” My lips were to her ear, and my arms were clasped tight around her.
I could feel her pebble hard nipples against my chest. When she slipped her leg from between mine, it was to drape it over my hip. It put her pussy right on my cock, and it forced a deep groan from my chest. My hips rocked against her, sliding my dick against the wet slit of her sex. My desperation to get inside her became nearly overwhelming when the head of my cock slipped between her lips, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as she felt it.
I gripped her hip, holding her in place as the head of my dick toyed with her opening. “Can you feel how close we are? I’m one thrust away from filling you with my cock. Tell me you want me inside you.” My mouth stayed at her ear as I spoke, and her body trembled in my arms.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered quietly against my neck. “Oh, G—”
At just that moment, the sound of her front door being thrown open echoed back to us, and then it was the sound of an excited squealing little girl. Helene squealed too and threw the blankets over our heads just as the bedroom door opened.
“Auntie Heen-Hee!”
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” Helene said in a panic. Her eyes searched mine quickly under the tent of blankets.
I grimaced. “You can’t hide, baby,” I whispered.
Her face fell, and she rolled her eyes just before she pulled the blanket back and peeked out. She did not, however, let me out, and she pinned the blankets down in front of my face.
“Hi, sweet girl. How about you let Auntie Helene get up and get dressed, okay? I’ll be right out. Close the door when you leave.”
I pinched Helene’s ass, and she let out a yelp. When Sienna went scurrying back out of the room, closing the door behind her, Hell rolled back over toward me, finally uncovering my head. She still looked panicked, and I threw the blanket back, so I could get dressed. But before I had a chance to stand, her door was thrown open yet again, and I was left scrambling to re-cover my naked lap and ridiculously poorly timed erection as Hilde entered.
Helene yelped again, pulling the blankets up to her chest.
“Oh!” Hilde shrieked.
The amount of shrieking that had happened in the past minute alone was astounding.
“Good morning, Hilde.” I gave her a quick nod, before letting my body fall back to the bed and pulling the blankets over my own head that time.
“Maybe… Maybe give us a few minutes, Hil?” Helene’s voice was nervous.
“Uh… Yeah… Okay.” And the door finally closed again.
When Helene peeked under the blankets at me, I turned to her and smiled.
“Good morning.” I reached for her cheek, pulling her mouth to mine. “That is what I call a very rude awakening,” I said between kisses.
“That is Hilde. It’s a sibling thing. Lack of boundaries has always been her style.” She kissed me, and then she sighed heavily. “This should be good,” she muttered as she sat up and threw the blankets back. “Be prepared to have your skull cracked open and your brains explored. Her boundaries won’t apply to you any more than me.”
I chuckled as I stood up and slipped into my underwear quickly. I pulled my jeans on as she was riffling through her drawers, and I was fully clothed by the time she’d pulled out a pair of yoga pants and T-shirt. I sat on the chair and watched her cute naked ass stumble around. My eyes on her seemed to make her forget how to put clothes on, and more than once she realized she was getting ready to put something on backward.
When she finally managed it, I stood and sauntered toward her.
“You’re distracting,” she said quietly as I approached her.
I wrapped my arms around her. “You want to know what’s distracting?”
She peered up at me.
“Knowing your cum is covering my cock right now and that my dick should be inside you at this point.” I winked at her, and then I turned and walked out, tugging Helene along behind me.
I was actually quite nervous about this, but seeing as I couldn’t undo the fact Hilde had caught me in bed with her sister, there was really nothing to be done but face the music—or the skull delving as Hell had put it.
Sienna leapt into Helene’s arms the moment we walked into the kitchen. I smiled as I watched Sienna wrap her pudgy legs around Helene’s waist. That is until I glanced at Hilde. Hilde was standing at the coffee maker, pulling mugs down from the shelf above it, but even as her hands worked, her eyes studied me.
“Coffee?” she asked with narrowed eyes as though my very response to that simple question might mean something earth shatteringly important to her.
“Sure.” I glanced away for a moment, and I didn’t look back until Hilde was holding the coffee cup out to me. “Thanks.”
Helene let Sienna down to the ground, and the little girl scurried out of the room.
“See your landlord finally got around to cutting those branches back,” Hilde commented as she held a coffee cup out to Helene.
“Kane took care of it.”
Hilde eyed me suspiciously. “Huh… So, how’s your father doing Kane?”
“He’s… I’m looking for a new care facility for him at the moment.”
“Oh, really?” Hilde cocked her head to the side. “I thought Shady Oaks was supposed to be a pretty decent place.”
Helene was suddenly watching me closely.
“Yeah. I’m sure it is. My father’s … being difficult for them to handle, and they’re discharging him in a couple weeks, so I have to find a new place for him that’s better equipped to deal with his … poor attitude.”
Helene’s brow furrowed. “You didn’t tell me that.”
I glanced at her, and I shrugged. “He broke a nurse’s nose … among other things.” I stared at the ground.
“So, Helene mentioned you were taking her philosophy class.”
I glanced at Hilde. “Yeah. It’s interesting—”
“I didn’t realize you’d even finished high school.”
“Hilde!” Helene snapped loudly, setting her coffee mug on the counter with a loud bang that sloshed liquid all over the side of her hand. Helene winced as the coffee burned her, and she shook her hand as she glared at her sister.
Hilde held her hands up in placation, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she said to Helene, and then she turned to me. “I’m sorry,” she said again.
The room was utterly silent, and I stared at the floor wanting to disappear.
“I should… I should go.” I looked up at Helene, and her face fell. “It’s okay,” I reassured her. “I actually have to be in Allentown in a couple of hours to meet with a few different care facilities down there.” I glanced away for a moment.
When I looked back at Helene, her lips were parted and she just watched me. She shook her head as her focus dropped to the floor. I set my coffee on the counter, and when I turned to face Hilde, her focus was on her coffee cup in her hands.
“You’re worried about your sister. I understand.”
Hilde looked at me, staring blankly for a moment, but she finally nodded.
“I got my GED years ago, by the way,” I commented as I turned away from her.
“I’ll walk you out.” Helene took my hand as I passed her, and as we walked out of the kitchen we were passed by Sienna who had an armful of towels.
“Mommy, let’s play beauty salon. I wash your hair,” she said excitedly.
The last I heard of Hilde was as she took a deep breath and then sighed heavily. Helene walked outside to her front porch with me, and when I took the first step down, she tugged on my hand, and I turned to her. It put me face to face with her, and I focused on her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Her expression was all concern.
I shook my head. “Don’t be.” I kissed her before she could say anything more.
I pushed my tongue past her lips, tasting the subtle vanilla of her coffee, and I touched that smooth soft skin inside her mouth. I’d never wanted the way I did with her. I’d wanted her when we were nothing more than teenagers, and I wanted her even more now. I wanted it all so fucking much—so much I was derailing me life. I hadn’t yet veered off course, but when I’d moved back to Hazleton, I knew there was an end to my time and that it would coincide with selling my father’s house. That sale was still approaching, but … I no longer knew for sure if my end here was.
She hummed quietly around my tongue, and she sucked on it slowly, erotically. My cock got hard as I listened to our lips smack and I felt the warmth of her mouth. Her body pressed against mine, and she clutched at my shoulders. I pushed my forehead against hers to stop the kiss, and it was only after many long moments of panting against one another’s lips that it was safe for me to pull back without the risk of attacking her mouth again.
“Do you want me to go with you?” She studied my eyes.
It was such a simple thing, but that one question was a very powerful reminder of the friendship I’d walked away from when I left Hazleton. Helene knew how to be giving of her time and of herself. She always had, and I remembered that so clearly about her. Some people were good at giving when it required no real sacrifice, but she’d been one of those rare people who was willing to sacrifice—really sacrifice. And that had always impressed the hell out of me about her.
I lifted her hand, focusing on the skin her coffee had burned. It was pink between her thumb and her index finger, and I pulled her hand to my mouth, sucking on that U-shaped stretch of skin that spanned the space. Her lips parted as she watched, and when I pulled back, I blew on the glistening skin and her breath left her in a quiet rush.
“That’s okay,” I finally responded. “I’m sure you have work to do. I can handle this.” I smiled at her, and I kissed her. It was supposed to be one last quick kiss, but … it was a few minutes later by the time I gave her lips back to her. “I need to see you tonight,” I murmured against her mouth.
“What do you want to do?” Her face was sweet as she looked at me.
“Whatever I need to do to get your fingers wrapped around my cock.” I smirked, and then I ran down the steps to my dad’s truck before she could respond. I waved as I climbed in, and then I backed out.
I didn’t bother going home to shower and change—not for nursing home hunting. Besides, there was something exceptionally hot about the fact her cum was on my skin, and I wanted to keep it there for a while. Instead, I stopped and grabbed breakfast on my way out of town and headed to Allentown early.
I picked up my phone, dialing quickly once I was on the road.
“This is Ross Bernstein.”
“It’s Kane.”
“Hey, Kane. Haven’t talked to you for a while. I’m glad you called. I was going to reach out to you soon, just to see how everything was going with your father’s house and your … plans.”
“Well, that’s just it…” I didn’t say anything more. I wasn’t really sure how to continue.
“Change of heart?” Ross asked sympathetically.
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Listen, it’s my job to support you however you want to go about this. It’s certainly not a decision I would try to make for you.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“You don’t have to make any decisions right away. It’s not like there’s a timeline that has to be set in stone with this thing.”
“I know. I just … wanted to check in.”
“Okay. You take your time and don’t rush this.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I disconnected, and I tossed the phone to the side.
The next many hours of my life were spent trying not to sneer at nursing home administrators. My father had made a name for himself at Shady Oaks, and because I couldn’t conceal the fact he was being discharged for being an asshole, I couldn’t seem to paint a very rosy picture of what it would mean for a new care facility to take him in.
The first place smelled nice, and there were birds. Not like birds flying around randomly in the hallways and shitting on residents, but they had a large aviary. It was stunning actually. And then I imagined my father trying to rip a head off a gold finch and exactly what that phone call would be like. Could they ethically discharge him for killing a bird? No matter, Ingrid, the head nurse, quickly reviewed the paperwork I’d brought with me, and then she smiled curtly, her lips barely pulling up more than a tight rigid line.
“I’m afraid we’re just not equipped for your father’s … special needs.”
“You have an Alzheimer’s wing. I thought that was exactly the type of—”
“I’m sorry,” she’d cut me off.
I stood, looking around for a moment. “It’s probably better for all birds involved.” I shrugged and walked out.
The next two places were no better. One didn’t outright reject my dad, but I suspected the paperwork wouldn’t pass muster once I was out the door.
The other just flat out said, “No, Mr. Thorson. No.” And then she’d smiled sweetly. “If you’re going to be in town for the night, though, perhaps you’d like to—”
“No, Ms. Care Facility Administrator. No,” I’d replied as I stood and walked away.
When I climbed back in the truck, I sat there and let my head fall back as I gripped the steering wheel. It was nearly evening and the sun was already starting to drop. At this rate it would be long past dark by the time I made it back to Hazleton. But I couldn’t say I minded. I was oddly and quite uncharacteristically happy.
* * * *
“So, where are you taking me?” Helene smiled at me as she slid into Dad’s truck.
I smirked. “Home improvement store.” I eyed her knee that was peeking out from underneath the charcoal gray skirt she wore. She liked to look nice, and she was damn good at it. This particular skirt was wool and it pleated out from the very fitted waist. She’d tucked a lighter gray long sleeve knit shirt in that hugged her small tits perfectly, and she was wearing a simple pair of patent leather red ballet flats.
She laughed. “Well, okay then. The home improvement store it is,” she responded as she fastened her seatbelt. “And what is at this store that you think will hasten getting my … fingers … around…” she seemed to be losing the nerve to repeat my rather crude statement from that morning with every word out of her mouth.
I reached over and took her hand. “Kitchen flooring, trim, and pulls for the kitchen cabinets. And if you’re lucky, a few light fixtures as well.”
“I always knew you were a romantic,” she commented with a sheepish smile.
But before my mouth had the chance to say something gentlemanly, the over-sexed, orgasm deprived part of my brain kicked in, and I slammed on the brakes before I was even out of the driveway, and I threw the truck into park.
Her driveway was lined on the perimeter side by thick tangles of overgrown trees, and it was dark out at this point. But I could still see her wide startled eyes as she stared at me from the passenger side. Her lips were parted, and her hand was braced on the door from the sudden jolt of the car stopping.
I undid my seatbelt even as I leaned toward her, and as soon as I was out of mine, I undid hers with one hand as my other snaked between her legs and pulled her nearest leg toward me. She was panting as she watched me, and when I clasped my hand on the back of her knee and tugged her across the seat, she gasped.
Her skirt rode up as she slid, and I hunched over her, using one hand to pull the fabric of her underwear aside and the other to spread the lips of her pussy. And then I lapped wetly over her clit as she moaned. She was lounged back awkwardly against the door, and I focused on the shadowed sight of her face as she watched me lick her pussy.
She wedged one foot against the dashboard, and the other she lifted to rest on the back of the bench seat.
“That’s it, baby. Spread your legs wide,” I murmured against her skin, and then I sank my tongue into her pussy, flicking that sensitive skin with the tip of it.
Her hips moved, humping and pushing against my mouth, and her thighs trembled as her ass left the seat. She was close. She’d responded quickly and effortlessly, and she’d clearly forgotten all about whatever part of herself she thought was missing.
Nothing was missing from her. She was warm, she was delicious, her scent was incredible, and she needed to be fucked desperately … even if she wasn’t quite ready for it yet. She was perfect. And she came hard as her back arched and her head fell back. The sound of her release sent pulses of tingling warmth through my body, and as she came down, twitching and trembling as she fought to relax, I let my tongue roll gently over her skin.
When she was finally relaxed back into the seat and running her fingers through my hair, I dropped my forehead to her belly, inhaling deeply and soaking in the scent of her arousal. I could get high on it, and there was little doubt I was.
“I remember your taste.” I let my lips move against her belly as I rested my forehead there. Her fingers paused. That had brought her up short. It didn’t surprise me that it would. Mixing what happened then with what we were doing now was like mixing vinegar and bleach. It was a toxic combination. But I didn’t mean for it to be, and I wasn’t going to be dissuaded from making my point.
I lifted my head, resting my chin to her stomach. “I remember,” I repeated. “Have you ever seen those yellow flowers early in spring? They bloom even through the snow sometimes.”
She nodded.
“Your taste, your scent, the warmth of your body… It was like this beautiful thing that didn’t belong there in the cold, but it was there, and it was still just as beautiful as it could be.”
Her fingers stroked again, and it wasn’t until I sat up a minute later that they stopped and slipped from me. She righted her posture, pushing her skirt down and smoothing it over her lap demurely, and the side of my lip pulled up as I glanced at her.
Perfect.