What the Morning Brings

  [Arthur]

 I never want to stop devouring her. 

 Her nectar tastes of springtime and the richest mead. Like honeyed roses. I lick a path from her inner thigh into her core, and she moans for me. She is exquisite. I nuzzle into her freshly waxed mound and nibble on her little bundle of nerves, and she goes ecstatic, her body rocking hard with another orgasm. 

I smile up at her as she looks down at me, disbelief in her eyes. “You are far too young to know how to do this to me” she pants. 

 My grin grows wider, more self-assured. “Am I now?”

 “Don’t get cocky!”

 I press my member against her opening, ready to go again. “Like this?”

She groans, exasperated. 

I laugh as I press my member into her glistening opening, rocking us both. 

She flips the dynamic and begins to ride me, her full breasts bobbing above me in a sensual dance. She has endless curves, her hips full and her belly round in the most seductive ways. Not only that, but she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, unashamed and knowing exactly what she wants, especially now that she knows I get tested monthly, and that it had been 6 weeks since my last “encounter.” Her curly red hair flames around her as she rides me, the glow of the sunlight warming her appearance like a halo made of frizz. She was a bit self-conscious of her tangled tight hair, smashed on one side and sticking up in every other direction, but I find it charming.

I find all of her charming. The chestnut color of her skin draws a strong contrast to her dark auburn hair and violet eyes. She is a unique beauty, but seems unaware of the pull she has on me. 

 Feeling another climax coming, I place my thumb on her little nub, gently massaging her mound. She bites her lip as she tries not to scream. I reach up to pull her down to me, and as we rock through our mutual excitement, I swallow her scream and my own.

 As we are coming down to earth, I hear a knock on my door.

 “Hey, Arthur” the deep voice rumbles through the wood. It is my father, Gunner.

 “Yes,”

 “Tell your guests they are welcome to stay for brunch. I have someone I’d like you to meet, and I think you could both use some…fuel.”

 I blush. My father and I have an understanding, but it's still awkward when you know that he knows.

 “Roommate?”

 “Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“Well, he’s my father.”

Faye looks horrified. “You live with your dad?”

“Only while I finish school” I explain. Everyone knows that rent in Berkeley isn’t exactly reasonable, even if you are a young person with means. 

 “And he’s okay…” She waves around the room.

“With this?” I laugh. “Yeah. I think he’s actually kind of proud.”

She scoffs as she climbs off of me. “How many…” she pauses, picking up the broom to swat her panties from the fan. “You know what, never mind” she gives up, reaching for her jeans. “It doesn’t matter. We just met and while this was fun I…”

“Be my girlfriend.”

“What?!?!” Her eyes were wide. “I don’t even know you!”

 “I think we know each other well enough.”

“Carnally,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.

 “Exactly. I think we can say we are definitely compatible.”

 “But you’re so young…”

 “I’m only 4 years younger than you! My parents had an age difference of 8 years. It really doesn’t matter. We are both adults.” I stand up, finding a clean pair of jeans and pulling them on. I see her searching everywhere for her clothes, and I hand her my shirt from the night before.

“I’m serious about what I said. I’d really like to get to know you better, not just physically, but in every way. Here” I offer her the shirt. “Please say yes.”

She takes it and slides it over her bare breasts. I hate to see them covered, but I love to see my family crest on her body, knowing she is covered in my scent. Barbaric, I know, but also…undeniably sexy.

“Ok.” She answers simply. “I’ll let you get to know me.”

 “So you’ll be my girlfriend?” 

She laughs. “I don’t know. Maybe…” I pull her closer, placing little kisses along her neck, and she giggles, “okay, stop, that tickles.” I stop, her eyes are twinkling with mischief as I look up at her with a pout. “Okay. Okay. I give up. You win.”

“I win?”

“I’ll give you the chance to prove to me that I should be your girlfriend.”

Intertwining our fingers together, I raise the back of her hand to my lips. “Spend today with me, let me convince you.”

 “I don’t know I… I have plans to hang out with my friends and I…”

“I’m good with friends” I smile, showing all my teeth. “People like me.”

 Shaking her head, she replies, “I’ll put it under consideration.”

 She takes a moment to “fix” her hair, or at least attempt to get it a little less unruly, before we head out of the room. The thick strands are poking out of the poof ball of a bun, dominating most of the back of her head. It’s absolutely adorable. 

I reach for her hand again as we walk down the stairs together. We are grinning at each other like fools when we make it to the main floor. I lend her one of my hoodies, a bright cardinal red with frayed edges. It is my favorite, or at least it became my favorite once she accepted it. My father and his guest are fully dressed and sitting at the table. They have their backs to us, looking out at the bay and speaking in soft tones, their stools moved very close together. I pause for a moment and notice my father has his arms around her protectively. Our family torque, an antique that has been passed down for generations, lies delicately around her neck.

The last person to wear it was my mother. 

My mother died ten years ago, but it still felt like a stab to the heart to see another woman wearing it. 

There is only one reason she could be wearing it, and I find my anger starting to rise. He wouldn’t, not without telling me first! I cannot believe him! 

I let go of Faye’s hand, almost stomping into the dining room. My father and his “guest” turn around. She was stunning. Her blonde hair was impeccable, pulled into a tight, slick bun without a single hair out of place. Her green-gray eyes looked excitedly from my father and back to me. On her hand was a single pear-diamond that probably cost as much as a single-family home.

My father takes his gaze from her to look at me with his blue eyes glowing with pride. “Elaine, this is my son, Arthur. He’s a freshman at the university. Arthur, this is your new…stepmother.”

I am stunned. Stepmother?  “How can she be my step-anything, I am just meeting her today?”

“Now Arthur…”

“Gunner,” Elaine places a hand on his shoulder and I watch his anger dissipate, a single touch cooling his inner fire. I blink in surprise. I’ve never seen another person have this kind of magical influence on him. Not even my mother.

 I hear the sound of breaking glass behind me. I then remember my own guest. She is staring straight ahead at the scene before us, her face mirroring my own mix of emotions: shock, hurt, anger.

 I turn and notice the woman, Elaine, has a look of shock on her face as well.

 “Faye!..let me explain, I…” her voice trails off, and I look over to see why. Faye is staring directly at her, her body stiff and shaking. As she stands stiffly beside me.

“What are you doing here… Mother?”