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“Damn, you feel so good. I missed you, baby,” he said near her ear.

“I missed you too,” she said in an unsteady voice. And then she made a movement with her hips that caught him by surprise.

His cock throbbed as her pussy tightened around him. He pulled all the way out and then thrust straight back in, earning a delighted yelp from her. He lost himself in her sexy, beautiful body, stroking her long, hard, and deep. Everything around him ceased to exist as he groaned his pleasure while taking what he had always believed was his. Her moans and grunts of satisfaction spurred him on. He pulled her legs up around his waist and looked down at their joined bodies.

Mine
.
Beautiful,
crossed his mind as he moved faster and harder within her. At a fever pitch, he knew he was close and wanted to hear her scream her pleasure as she came again. He pounded harder into her. She met each of his thrust with enthusiasm, challenging him to take her to the top. She was spectacular, so lusty and sensual. He drank every wanton moan and sharp cry of pleasure she emitted. His body was on fire for her. She screamed his name as they fucked each other furiously. It was primal and it was the best he’d ever had.

Blaine felt her walls tightening around him. Her juices drenched his cock, causing the sounds of their slapping bodies to escalate as he thrust wildly into her. Her orgasm triggered his and he threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, while shooting ropes of thick cum into her. His whole body shuddered as the sweetest bliss lit up his body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. After a few more stokes inside her, he tingled from every side from the force of his climax.

Replete, they lay in each other’s arms. The bed dipped and he knew Donnie lay on the other side of Lindy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, confirming that his twin had joined them.

“Get some rest,” Donnie murmured into the quiet of the room.

Although the comment was for Lindy, Blaine found himself resting peacefully for the first time in years. He had found home again and had no intention of ever leaving Lindy again. He and Donnie believed they had worked things out between them. Briefly he wondered how Donnie felt seeing him and Lindy together.

He yawned as he inched closer to her warmth. No need to think about that now, he was sure he’d find out when they all woke again in a few hours and Donald made love to Lindy. For now he was content.

Chapter 13

Belinda rolled over. Ignoring the aches between her thighs from her sexual marathon with her lovers two nights ago, she sat up. Something was off, not quite right. Staring at the ceiling above her bed, she tried to pinpoint the reason for the twisted feelings of dread and panic in the pit of her stomach. Immediately her thoughts flew to her father and the experimental surgery performed on his back to straighten his posture and strengthen his legs. The risk of paralysis or worse was high. Had he...?

Jumping out of bed, she winced before smoothing down the hem of her nightgown as she moved quickly as possible toward his room. If something had happened, the nurse would have knocked on her door, wouldn’t she? Mouth dry, she was certain her hair stuck up over her head, she strode into her father’s bedroom. A pungent taste hit the back of her tongue as the smell of sickness inside the room reached her nostrils.

The nurse, Belinda didn’t remember the woman’s name since they rotated every eight hours, looked up from the chair where she sat reading a magazine.

“Morning, Belinda.”

Feeling a little foolish, she nodded as she walked over to her father’s bed. “Morning. How’s he doing? Did he rest last night?”

“Yes. The medication he’s on keeps him out of it so he can rest. I expect the doctor will allow him to begin physical and occupational therapy soon.”

Belinda nodded as she stared down at him. He lay so still, unmoving.
Are you resting?
She wondered. Pam assured her he was. But who really knew what was going on in a person when drugs shut them down? Her prayer was that for this moment in time he felt no pain, had no worries. “That’s a good sign that the surgery was a success, right? If he can do therapy, he can recover?”

The nurse tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know, you’ll need to talk to his doctor about that.”

“Okay.” She looked at the petite brunette, tried to remember her name and failed. “I'm going to get dressed, but I’ll be here most of the day if you need me.” After patting her father’s cool hand and placing a kiss on his sunken cheek, she left the room. The moment she walked into the hall the feeling that something was off hit her again.

“What the hell?” she whispered as she retraced her steps to her bedroom. Just before she reached her room, she stopped in front of Abe’s door and listened. Her sons snored just like their fathers and she learned a while back it was easier to do a bed check from this side of the door after walking in on her son masturbating.  Abe hadn’t been able to look at her for a week.

Light snoring sounds filtered through the door. Turning, she walked to Adam’s door and listened. It took her a few moments to realize the sounds she heard were coming from Abe’s room. Opening Adam’s door, her gaze immediately went to his empty bed. “Adam?” She turned toward the hall bath, thinking…no hoping he was there. “Adam?” The hall bathroom door was cracked open and she knew before she pushed that it was vacant. With fear as her only companion, she headed toward the empty kitchen, the family room, and then the basement. Anger that he'd stayed out all night battled with her concern that he was hurt somewhere. It had been nine days since his accident on the landscaping job that had landed him in the hospital and he hadn’t fully recovered even though he no longer wore a sling. After a quick glance on the patio, she inhaled to calm down. Adam had pushed too far this time. Since Donnie and Blaine's arrival, she understood the boys had emotional challenges that needed to be resolved, and had given them some leeway with their attitudes. But not coming home…no. Adam would be lucky if he saw daylight for a whole month.

“Abe?” she called out as she returned to the hallway near their bedrooms. She knocked on his door. “Abe…open the door.”

“Huh?”

“Open this door.” She needed to look him in the eyes when she questioned him. He and Adam would cover for each other in a heartbeat. Not this time. Adam had broken a major house rule by staying out all night.

“Mom?” Abe rubbed his eyes as he opened his door wearing a t-shirt and boxers.

She waited until his eyes met hers. “Where is Adam?”

He frowned. “Huh? Adam? What?...Where is he?”

The feeling of dread increased in the pit of her belly. Abe was genuinely confused by her question, which was not good.

“He should be in his room. Last night he left the party before me, said he was tired and coming home. I got in just before curfew and came in here to finish my phone call with this girl I met.” He walked over to Adam’s room as he talked and went inside. She waited in the hall, her mind racing over what Abe said. When he returned he wore a slight frown.

“His back pack is missing, he was going to take it to the party last night but I told him not to. I thought he left it in his room, but it’s not there.” Abe ran his hand through his hair. “Maybe he came home and left again.” He paused. “But that don’t make sense.”

No, it didn’t make sense. “I fell asleep on the sofa right after the two of you left for the party and woke up around nine. I checked on daddy and then went to my room, and went to sleep. I didn’t hear anything.” Her sons knew she slept hard, so if Adam had returned for something, she wouldn't have heard him unless he came into her room and woke her.

Abe nodded.

“The party was just up the street at the community center, where could he have gone? How, did he leave? He can’t drive,” she said, allowing her frustration to hide her growing fear that something happened to her son. The episode with the gang solicitation a few weeks ago rang a loud bell but she shut it down, Adam knew better than to hook up with a gang. B
ut he might not have had a choice.
She slammed the door on that train of thought.

Abe shrugged. “Maybe his dad picked him up.” The lack of conviction in his voice told its own tale.

“You don’t believe that more than I do. Blaine would’ve told me, and Adam would’ve told you, if that was the case. What time did he leave the party?” She headed to the living room, wondering what to do next.

“About an hour and a half after we got there. He’d been talking to a couple of girls, even danced with them. I thought he was having fun, he was smiling and looking happy, something I hadn’t seen in a while.” He paused and then sat on the sofa while she remained standing in the middle of the room. “He didn’t really want to go, I kinda…well, guilted him into it.”

That surprised her. Abe was very self-absorbed, not that he didn’t think of others, he did. But he rarely pushed others, he had been a “you do you and don’t bother me” kind of person from grade school.

“Explain.” She crossed her arms and waited.

“Well…his dad and well…my dad, are twins who do…um, well a lot of stuff together. So I wondered…no that’s not right. I didn’t wonder, I wanted me and Adam to do more stuff together, get closer. I heard him call me the perfect son and him having defects, that’s not true. We're just different, handle things different. Ever since that day at lunch, I been reaching out to him more, know what I mean?”

Touched, Belinda swallowed hard and nodded. Adam’s words had slashed and cut her deeply, but the way Blaine responded went a long way to easing her spirit.

“I thought we were doing good, spending more time talking and stuff, mostly about the O’Connors, but that was still better than before.”

“The O’Connors? How did he feel about them?” Butterflies filled her stomach at the mention of Blaine’s family. She was still on the fence about their relationship despite the way she craved their bodies. By the time Donald had finished with her the other night, she was babbling her name. She had crawled into her bed the following morning and slept the entire day as if she had a hang-over. Damn, they were more lethal now than before. And determined to have a monogamous relationship with her again, which was funny all things considered. She needed to talk to Pam again because she couldn’t get past her doubts to see the road in front of her. Pam had no problem cutting through the fog to help her see.

Abe shrugged. “Same as me. There are a lot of them, they seem cool, down to earth. Especially Uncle Red. He's funny.”

She nodded, processing the information. “How did he feel about Blaine, his dad?”

“I’m not sure. He changed his mind a lot on that. Sometimes he likes the idea of having a dad, other times he completely rejects the fact of him having a dad. I think he’s confused, but I don’t know why.”

“Confused?”

“Yeah, like that time he heard about the pastor going to jail, remember?”

She nodded slowly. “He couldn’t put the two together, a pastor and criminal behavior. But he eventually understood. He told me he read the newspaper and listened to the news. Plus, he was friends with that young girl’s brother too, right?”

Abe nodded. “Yeah, but he still had a hard time believing it. That guy had been his idol, as far as he was concerned, pastor was right about everything.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

There was nothing she could say to that. Whereas Abe shut down and didn’t allow others close, Adam had constantly sought attention and affirmation through the church members. She blamed her godmother for that.

“Hey, maybe he left with that girl he was talking to, they were whispering and laughing a lot. But she was still there after he left, so I guess not.” He shook his head and leaned forward in the chair. “I don’t know Mom, he told me he was coming here. He seemed okay.”

Belinda nodded, completely tossing the comment about Adam and some girl leaving together. Her godmother had made it her life’s obsession preaching chastity and purity to her sons. Adam had lapped it up like cream in a bowl, earning the old woman’s approval. Abe asked too many questions and was often ignored. As far as she knew, unlike his twin, Adam never broke that chastity promise and was still a virgin.

“Okay, maybe he’ll be home soon,” she said, trying to mask her unease.

“He’s fine, Mom. I would know if he wasn’t. I would feel it in here.” He tapped his chest.

Her brow rose. “Oh yeah? Since when?”

His face reddened slightly. “Well, I think it’s always been the case, I just ignored it. But I’ve been re-evaluating and I want to change some things.”

“Like what?”

“I need to be a little more open, express myself better. The world does not revolve around me, I know that. So I need to loosen up some. You know…” His words trailed off as he looked forward, not meeting her eyes.

“So you and your dad, you okay?” She knew that had to be the reason for this turn around because as much as she loved her son, he was the most self-centered person she knew. For years she'd argued, fussed and threatened him over his selfishness. And in a few days, Donald had proven to be the key to unlock her son’s private walls. Go figure.

Abe nodded slowly. “Yeah, it feels strange but kinda right too. We spend a lot of time just talking about all kinds of stuff. He said I reminded him of himself when he was younger.” Abe met her gaze with a slightly crooked smile reminding her that he was a young man on the cusp of manhood. “We talked about college and things I want to do with my life. I think he meant it when he said he would support my decisions regarding schools.”

Belinda nodded, forcing herself to remain still and listen to Abe when she really wanted to start searching for Adam. The heavy feeling in her gut had only grown worse.

“We’re going to Uncle Red’s house later today for a cook-out, dad… I mean.” He turned red at his comment.

“You can call him dad, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Abe nodded as his gaze slid from her to the floor. “I know, it just feels… you know, strange calling someone dad after all these years. Sometimes I don’t believe he’s real. I guess I dreamed it so many times…well, it just does.”