Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“And you agreed to this?”
“Did you hear their story?”
I thought back to the words the old lady had said and felt pity for the two people who had lost out on love. I can’t imagine having lived my whole life without having known her, or after knowing her, not being able to have her, but loving her this way still. For that alone, I was willing to give in once I got over the ick factor of what exactly was going on here.
No matter which way you slice it, the bottom line is that her aunt and my grandfather were using our bodies to fuck each other into oblivion. “What else can they do through us? I mean, is sex all there is to it, or can they show up at other times as well?”
“It’s only been like this because I knew beforehand what was going to happen. We were waiting for you to get on board. From what I heard, it’s different with everyone, but it’s usually something they’d shared in the past. For Jessica and Garret, it’s something to do with cupcakes, I think. With us, it’s the instruments in the attic.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If you accept it, then they would only appear when we go there together because that’s how they met, I guess.”
“But it’s not been like that; they’ve been showing up whenever, wherever.”
“That’s how it is in the beginning, but afterward, well, now that you’ve become aware, it’ll be that way.”
“So, they can only show up if we allow them to?”
“Sort of. No one knows what happens if we don’t agree since this is only the second time it’s happened. I doubt Hal and Aunt Jan would go against our wishes, but wouldn’t it be sad if we robbed them of this?” She sounded so accepting of the whole thing while I was still struggling to come to terms with it.
I’m more of a practical bent, and this whole thing sounds bonkers to me, but there’s no denying that something is happening, something that is a part of me and yet not. “And those two people, Jessica and Garret, have no problem with it?”
“Not that I know of. They didn’t get into detail, just enough to let me know that there’s no harm and that nothing has really changed in their lives, except for…you know. They even have a baby.”
Yeah, but whose is it? That thought made the possessiveness rise up in me. I love gramps and all, but. Fuck, this is so confusing. “Are you thinking of turning them away?” She sounded so sad and a little bit defensive as if that would be the worst thing I could do.
“Give me some time. You’ve had a while to deal with this; I’m only a few hours in.”
I felt new unease at the thought that if I said no, she might do it with someone else. “Hey, can this, can my grandfather attach to someone else?” I’d beat whoever it is to a pulp.
“No, just you. It happened at the hospital.”
“What if I hadn’t made it in time?” She shivered at the question, and I drew her in close.
“Then, it would’ve been a lost chance, and they wouldn’t have got their happily ever after.” Leave it to a female to think of it that way.
“Happily ever after, huh!” That got me thinking about our own happily ever after and opened up a whole slew of questions, but the warmth of her body called out to me, and I’m perverse enough to think that since those two had been the last to play, it was my turn.
Talk came to a standstill when I turned her onto her back and slid down between her thighs. She was wet and warm from our phantom sex still, and her scent intoxicated me. I ran my tongue along the marks on her inner thighs and up to her heat, where I made love to her with my mouth until she writhed and tugged at my hair to bring me closer to her.
I’m not sure if it was the sight of those love nips on her flesh, put there by someone else, or this whole otherworldly mess, but the hunger that built up inside me was fierce, almost animalistic in nature so that by the time I climbed up her body was cock was steel hard and virile.
When I slammed it into her body, I knew it was me doing it, and by the way her eyes widened, so did she. I wasn’t trying to prove anything; at least, I don’t think I was or hadn’t set out to do so in any case, but by the third thrust, I knew that this was going to be different.
I didn’t think of my child in her womb or anything else for that matter. There was nothing pushing me, no outside force making me act this way, this was just the way I wanted her, and I realized that maybe this is why things had been the way they are with the others, that somehow my own wants and needs had been manifested through them. As if subconsciously, they were enacting the things I wanted to do to her but had been holding back.