I faced my husband and said in an even, clear voice, “He is not going to control me, Worth. I won’t allow it. He’s my brother too, remember?”
He uttered a cursed breath and pushed through the French doors to stand on the patio. I couldn’t stand to see him so upset, but I knew I didn’t want to be trapped by what Linc LaViere wanted to dish out. He was nothing to me if I didn’t allow it. He was bad blood and I knew plenty of families who had to deal with such things. It was the timing of all this that had us shaken. These were all logical thoughts I was telling myself, but I knew deep down that I was every bit as worried as Worth. This one time, however, I had to be the strong one and protect him by not letting him see my fear. He was dealing with too many emotions to stay in control. I knew he would blow up at some point and that would not only be the worst thing that could happen, it would give Linc LaViere exactly what he wanted.
I gave Ford to Betsy to put to sleep for the night and decided to finish cooking dinner to return some normalcy to the household. I will deal with this by example, I told myself. I opened the oven to spoon some au jus over the roast and checked the boiling potatoes. The raspberry crisp was still warm to the touch and I covered it with a clean dish towel to keep in the heat until it was time for dessert. We were going to eat in the kitchen tonight. It was the cheeriest room and had a breakfast nook with windows that faced to the west. I loved to watch thunderstorms come in and this time of year, they were very active. I could see a bank of black coming in as I cooked and it actually lightened my mood.
I put some broccoli on to steam and mashed the potatoes, putting the bowl into the plate warmer until we were ready. I’d baked some yeast dinner rolls earlier and set these out with butter and grape jam, Worth’s favorite. I went out to the patio briefly and came up behind Worth, putting my arms around him. “I love you, Worth LaViere, and don’t you ever forget that. You, Ford and I are our own family and no one can break these ranks, no matter how hard they try. Remember that. Now, come in, I’ve been cooking all day and I want to feed you.”
I could feel his shoulders relax and he took one of my hands in his as he spun around. “I know what I want to eat.” He smiled gently, and my heart leapt as I realized he’d come to terms with the trouble and we would be okay now.
I winked and laughed. “I’m saving that for dessert!”
***
After finishing our coffee and raspberry crisp, I left the kitchen to Betsy to clean up. I went upstairs and pulled a new, midnight blue silk negligee from the closet and headed to the shower. In the distance, thunder snapped like cracked boulders rolling downhill. Using my favorite body wash, I smoothed it over my skin with long seductive strokes. I finished bathing and took the time to make sure my hair was full and dry. As I came into the bedroom, Worth was there. He was reclining on the bed, completely naked, one leg bent at the knee as he absorbed my entrance. His dick was already rigid with anticipation, and although we’d just eaten, a different sort of hunger spread through me. Behind him, the windows were shallowly opened. He knew how I loved the sound of storms.
In a flash of lightning, I saw my reflection in the mirror of my vanity. I looked like a Valkyrie, who had ridden the bolt into the room. The translucent blue fabric blew around my nakedness in the rolling currents coming from the windows. My hair lofted around my face and I could see in Worth’s eyes that he was spellbound by the image before him. I lifted the bulk of my hair with one hand, letting it rain down upon my back and with the other, I lightly massaged the blue silk against my pussy in a slowly seductive invitation.
I inched my foot outward so that I was straddling an imaginary breadth and continued to caress myself. Worth lay transfixed and a strong gust of wind blew into the room, lifting the gown high upon my thighs. From his vantage, Worth glimpsed my bare pussy for a long second until the fabric settled again to swirl around my spread ankles. He groaned and his hand began slowly stroking himself, matching my own rhythm.
The next gust whipped around me, lifting the fabric again. This time, I caught it and leaning backward, let it continue to slide over my head, exposing my pussy to his hungry eyes without restriction. I straightened and slowly approached the bed, my eyes locked onto his rigid staff. I crept across the mattress, my lips parting as I came closer to him. He reached for my hair, pulling it back so he could watch my mouth slide down over his length.
A raw sound of relief came from his throat as my hands and mouth took up the stroking he could now abandon. He pressed himself hard into the mattress as I crept between his thighs, my full breasts nesting his balls. Worth’s hands were gently flailing, trying to reach me to bring further contact, but I stayed tantalizingly out of reach. As my lips sucked him deep into my throat, I began a very low, soft and repetitious chant, rising in pitch the faster I worked him. His head was thrown back, the strong cords of muscle in his throat exposed as he panted with the excruciatingly erotic abandonment I forced upon him. I laid claim to the core of the man who was mine.
His breathing quickened and his hands reached for me. I slid over his clenched stomach and let him pull me upward. He pushed my thighs apart and pulled me down to sit upon his pulsing manhood. He drove upward in a relentless movement to exorcise any awareness other than his need and my warm, moist cave clenching to hold him within. I felt the rising and slammed down upon him harder, my hands twisting my hair high in a dance of exultation. I screamed when I came and the sound seemed to echo from him as well.
The mist of rain bouncing off the windowsill cooled our flesh and hardened my nipples. Worth rolled off the bed long enough to close the window and then returned with a gentle lunge, my nipples softly bathed by his tongue. He pulled me against him then, a tangle of damp hair and soft, appeased womanhood. Worth’s grasp was possessive and determined. Even though I could barely draw a breath, I laid limply upon him, tears of passionate completion wetting my cheeks. He stroked my hair and held me tight until finally he dropped off to sleep. I continued to lay there a very long time, listening to the storm — the one retreating outside the window matched to that of his heart.
***
Worth had already left for work when I awakened the next morning. I heard Betsy softly talking to Ford and knew she was feeding him the milk I’d pumped for him the night before. I found a note on Worth’s pillow.
Auggie, you will always be my magical witch.
I love you, Worth