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Popcorn: You know why I’ve not made you do private dances before? Because, I’m going to break you in first. You’ll give me my own private dance, or two, or ten, or a hundred, whatever I want and I’ll keep your secret and make sure your sister doesn’t have an accident at work. I’m a fair man. See you Wednesday.
I throw my phone across the floor and pull up the message from the buyer on my laptop and reply.
I’ll accept your offer. We will coordinate when and where, I’ll be in touch. Confirm your bid and I’ll accept.
There’s a knock on the door as I close my laptop, my eyes burning as I look around at the fantasy surrounding me.
“Yeah?” The door opens and there is Linnie in her yellow bathing suit, with Roan standing next to her wearing bright yellow swim trunks, a hint of the outline of his cock making the dread inside me spin into a tightness between my legs.
“You’re not changed.” Linnie’s eyes are sad as she frowns, looking at me sitting on the floor.
“Just give me a minute.” I pick up the yellow swimsuit and press a smile to my face. “I’ll be right out.”
8
Roan
“My fingers are prunes.” I hold my hand up, fingers splayed, as Linnie bobs up and down in the shallow end of the indoor pool.
I do love this part of the house. The copper and glass enclosure was custom made when my great, great grandfather built the house and it feels like you are transported back in time with the ornate oxidized copper metalwork and the thick plants and trees, some of which date back a hundred years. There’s been updates to the pool and the entire area over the years, but the structure remains true to its original form.
We’ve been out here for hours. Twice I tried to demand a break while Linnie and Alice splashed, jumped and acted like they’ve been friends forever. As much as I’ve enjoyed watching them, my unfinished business with Alice has my cock impatient and concentrating on anything besides the wet bathing suit clinging to her body and the way her nipples are winking at me through the fabric is becoming impossible.
The morning sun lights the space, the snow stopped hours ago but it always feels like a privilege to have such a warm, summery place to come as a haven, even as winter rages outside. Michigan winters are not for the faint of heart and I don’t blame my parents for their defection to parts south.
I did my best to keep my hands off Alice since we’ve come out here, knowing one touch and there would be no hiding my desire in the loose swim trunks, and I don’t want to scare the shit out of Linnie, so I’ve kept my hands to myself, but my fingers are starting to twitch.
“Just a little longer!” Linnie whines, and I can tell from her heavy eyelids and the cut in her voice, she’s getting tired.
I may have volumes to learn when it comes to parenting, but I’ve also learned more than I knew possible in the last year. Trial by fire. You either learn and adapt or you die.
And I couldn’t let Linnie down. Not now, not ever.
“Five minutes,” I answer as Alice gives me a smile, her dark hair slicked back as Linnie rides on her shoulders and I admire the way her puckered nipples stare into my soul from under the yellow fabric. My eyes roam over her and I can still taste her.
Maybe the interruption was for the best. The fierce desire I felt for her upstairs is unquenched, but I think I needed a time out to let my heart process what exactly is happening here. The irony is, even with a flicker of doubt that comes only from my logical mind, telling me what I’m feeling can’t be real, spending these last couple hours with her out here and with Linnie, I know it’s as real as it gets.
I take a look at the antique clock, mounted high above the pool, and think for a fleeting second about the brooch I’ve just secured from the hard-ass vendor online as I start to watch the time. Before I can call the five-minute mark though, there’s a rush of cold air as the huge glass door to the aviary opens and two figures step in through the steam created by the billowing cold outside air.
“You all are having fun without me?” I hear Renata’s voice and her hearty laugh. “Mr. Roan, you’re swimming!” Looking through the steam I see her clap her hands in delight, standing next to her son Timor, who gives me a wave.
“How did you get here…?” I start as Renata squeals and Linnie swims to the side of the pool, leaving Alice glancing my way.
