Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

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Today's a special day. Why is it special, you ask? It's a special day, for a special occasion, and for an equally special person. A day that will bring bliss, love, and even soulmates together. It's a day of celebration, where everyone in the household is buzzing with gay energy - well, almost everyone. Not even Christmas gets this much enthusiasm or cheerfulness. And what makes this celebration day more important than Christmas? The grand retour of my dear departed Donatello, why of course! After ages apart, my other half will finally come home. I held the fort while he was away at war and counted the days until I could embrace him passionately on our doorsteps with the welcome home banner hung between the chipped beige pillar of our porch. Each night I dreamt of our reunion, the tears of joy, tender hugs and sneaky kisses. 

I was smitten with Don the first time I saw the rowdy boy. I would follow him and play with him often - when the games suited my younger self. Don was an energetic kid and most time I had a hard time keeping up with him. We grew a relationship similar to best friends instead of one that brothers would have.

 But that gradually changed when Don started high school. He spent less and less time with me, started dating, and then avoided me at all costs. After attempting to tackle the subject, unsuccessfully, my mind went into a frenzy. I thought he was mad at me and my progenitor. It was surprising the caveman hadn't been assassinated yet. My second hypothesis was maybe I wasn't the brother he wanted. I never was the sporty type. The only physical activity I did was my swordsmanship and daily yoga with Clover. I liked books and pretty things. I always played with Clover's makeup and clothes. You could find me more often in the kitchen than on the couch watching the Saturday football. When father strongly encouraged me to take part in manly matters, I cringed away, like anything that was deemed remotely like a man thing had the Plague. Pondering still, I made my way to my room. That night, I skipped dinner, too engrossed with my first existential crisis.

 When his friend came home one day, I heard them talking about me. They referred to me as 'she', as Don's sister. Feeding my insecurities, they shaped up to be demons hovering over me with their oppressing presence. Those monsters went everywhere I went, following me like shadows would. They squeezed my guts and heart with their clawed hands when they felt like it. As I aged, I discovered people became meaner and meaner as they walked toward adulthood. Their battles with their respective turmoils left them depleted of sympathy to deal with other human beings. Loneliness can be overwhelming - and dangerous - with voices in your head whispering loathsome words, tormenting and torturing you until you are just a form void of life.

Sigh. To this day, I still have no clue as to why Don and I grew apart. It's a question I asked myself a million times when he left for the military after his graduation. Why did he leave? Was it because of our dysfunctional family? Probably. Was he unhappy here with his mom and me? What did I do wrong? Did he not want a baby sister? Does he hate me? Am I the problem? In all the instances where I dug too deep into my inquiry, tears flowed down my face. The countless nights I cried myself to sleep, the days I spent in bed skipping meals. Clover had to drag me out of bed to do the most basic things.

But now, after all this time, I can finally ask Don and have a mature conversation about it. We can work things out for the better. The thought of it made me blush furiously.

"Sweetie, where do you want the fairy lights to go?"

"Oh. Under the oak would be marvellous, Clover!"

"What the heck is all this?" Father asked as he observed us working from the door. He always had a knack for showing his face at the most ill-chosen moment. I bet he spends his day waiting around just so he can annoy people by crushing their dreams. The man would steal candy from a baby.

"We are decorating the yard for Don's coming home party isn't obvious!" His face alone made me want to reply with snappy comments, which was the case more often than not. Don's mom had repeatedly interfered before my sire took it too far. She was the perfect mediator, calm-natured, with a bright mind and an even brighter smile. She was the epitome of a loving mother, everything I aspire to provide my family with when that moment comes.

"I thought you outgrew this phase!"

"Alright, alright." Clover defused the situation by ushering the seed donor inside the house. "Don't let this old grinch get you down Honey, you doing a good job." She added before disappearing after the ol' fart. I stuck my tongue out my tongue out at the now-gone Neandertal.

I diverted my attention back to my setup of the garden, taking a moment to admire my work. Yes. This is going to be the most special day of all. Romeo and Juliet's final act. But unlike the tragic ending, I plan on making it a serendipitous one.

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I waited all afternoon on the steps of our porch. When he didn't show up and people walking in the neighbourhood looked at me funny, cicadas started signing, and mosquitoes dinned on my exposed skin. I continued waiting as the hot sun went down. The humidity made me sweat like a pig while witnessing the small number of discernible stars. I still kept my butt firmly anchored on the wooden slab when Clover told me she was going to bed. It was at one in the morning when I left my post to crawl into the comfort of my bed and for the umpteenth time; I sobbed until no water was left in my body. Today couldn't have gone more wrong! He said he would be back today! He said it! I even made him promise!

Long minutes of bawling and sleep lulled me gently out of my weeping. Eyelids heavy and blotchy, tears stained pillowcases, and overall feeling of sorrow were my only torturous companions for the night. Not even my fantasies about my love could have brightened my darker-than-the-night mood. My last coherent thought was, I hate you, Don!

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Soft touches pulled me out of my dreamless slumber along my neck and shoulder. They made my skin tingle with delight. Unlike the slobbering tongue of Mishu, with which I was familiar after all the time the dog sneaked into my bed and licked me up, the touches were gentle and feather-like. I opened my eyes, half asleep. With sleep-fogged vision, I distinguish the form of a man behind me. Getting a better look, the man had me close to his chest while his mouth trailed on my skin. 

Before I knew it, three words escaped my lips. Like my mouth had a mind of her on, she replayed endlessly the hurtful words my heart shouted in me. My poor heart wanted to be heard. He wanted Don to feel the pain he inflicted on me. No tormentor of mine will be blind to my pain. No love of mine would bleed me to death. No brother of mine would walk all over my heart. I whirled around and hit the man harder than I ever hit anybody else. The valve of my waterfall unfurled once again. I only hoped that he couldn't see it in the dark.

"You promise!" A weak, sobbing voice was all I could muster. My punch must have been as feeble as my voice. Don took every single one of them in quietness. "You fucking promise Donatello Ricci! I waited for you for hours!" Laboured breath - due to all my sobbing - made it clear as the day I was having a meltdown. This scene was very far from what I had hoped for. In a newfound confidence, I sat up and looked at him head-on. His face was devoid of emotions, or it may be due to the lack of ambient lighting in the basement and I just couldn't see it.

"Do you enjoy it? Do you enjoy playing with me, Don? Do you? DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH THAT IT AMUSE YOU TO MAKE CRY YOU ASSHOLE?!"

Abruptly, his arms reached up for me. He cradled me in his embrace, caressing my back soothingly. All the will to fight him abandoned my soul. I concealed my nose in the crook of his neck, gulping his virile scent that haunted me since his departure. Shifting slightly, to make myself more at ease, I straddled his hips - and grasped his shirt in my hands. An uncontrollable wave of weeps washed over my entire being. Don helped me get past my outburst by holding me firmly, occasionally stroking my back and head.

"Why do you do this to me?"

He appeared to be contemplating the question before he uttered a word. I wondered if he was going to avoid it - like he's been doing so well this past few years. Or he is going to feed me bullshit. My hopes for honesty were lower than Hell itself.

"I don't hate you, Bunny." My old nickname made me lift my head. He only called me that when we were kids before he stopped addressing me altogether. I surveyed him through my eyelashes. Like an unsure kitten, I waited for him to add more to his defence. Because I, the judge, needed more to plead his case. All I could see were his honeydew eyes looking at my soul. "I like you so much that I had to keep my distance. It seemed to be my only solution for me to keep my hands off you." As he talked, his left hand caressed my cheek while I hung to his every word.

"I joined the military because I couldn't stay home."

"What do you mean?" I had a hard time voicing my contemplations.

"You were so pretty, like a walking temptation. And you grew to be exactly that, a temptress."Don closes his eyes, composing himself. He huffed a breath, brushing his hair back with his unoccupied hand. When his eyes were back to peering into mine, they held something that never was directed at me. "I wanted to touch you like no half-siblings should. I wanted to fuck you so bad but with the age gap plus you being the son of my mother's husband... It was a honey trap waiting to go astray."

"So I'm just a hole for you to fuck?"

"What? No, God no! Rory, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean, Don? I can't read your mind! You just dropped a frigging bomb, then expect me to understand your reasoning? Explain yourself!" His gaze softens. Both his arms wrapped themselves around my waist before he expertly switched our position. I briefly closed my eyes when my back hit the fluffy pillows and mattress.

"Oh, Honey. I stopped counting all the times I wished I could tell you what was on my mind." His hands roamed my thinly covered body. He was openly leering at me. Then D's lips wander around my neck, mapping every inch of my skin. A fire I had yet to light came to life and ignited my skin. "I was running high on teenage hormones and the most precious person in my life strutted right in front of me looking like a treat, though prohibited." His hot breath on my sweet spot gave me goosebumps and shivers. My back curved without my consent.

Don's feather kisses turned into sloppy ones, and his tongue darted out to taste the skin on my shoulder. His daring hands lifted my nightgown, hiking it up to my chest, just above my erect, puffy red nipples. As his lecherous mouth travelled down my body, my eyes glued to his. I wriggled my hands through his brown curls in an encouraging manner. My soldier's beard tickled my skin as he latched on one of my nipples, making love to it with his wonderful tongue. Sucking, licking, and biting them one at a time until I was writhing beneath him. The heat I experienced without his touch was scorching enough, but with his hands and mouth, feeling my body up, made it unbearable. A moan of disappointment left my mouth when he was done with his antics. As he made his way to my lower parts, I became anxious. Before we crossed the line, I interrupted his journey with a sharp yank of his hair.

"D-d."

"Yeah, baby?" He looked apprehensive. Maybe he thinks I halted him because I changed my mind.

"Before we do this, I need to know you are serious about us." I took a quick, laboured breath, then spit it out. "You're not dining and dashing. I want you to be my first time, not my first heartbreak."

"I promise." My love caressed my sides, slowly making his way to my hips, and then my thighs. "On my mother's head." Hunched over between my open legs, he left a peck on my inner thigh. My legs twitched at the contact. "That when I get back from my next service, we can pick up where we left. Is that good, Sweet Cheeks?" I shook my head gently. I was not completely pleased, but it was better than nothing. In life, we sometimes have to compromise.

"Ok. Then Daddy can eat me up."

Don's breath faltered. He growled low, yanking my panties off, drawing a squeak out of me. I giggle when he fumbled with them, lost at what to do with them. His hand firmly grabbed my thighs - once he threw my pink underwear on the floor - while he nuzzled his face on my hip. Showering me in affectionate love bites.

"Where did you learn that, Bunny?"

"Your books and magazines," I muttered, hiding behind my hands.

"You went through my things?" Nipping at my flesh. "I outta punish my naughty Bunny! But since you saved me the time of teaching you, we gonna let this one pass."

"Would you have preferred an oblivious and ignorant sub to mould to your liking?" As insecure as I felt, I hoped he wouldn't mind that I was aware of his preferences. He smiled while looking at me.

"No Angel, that's a wonderful gift. And as hot as it sounds to have a naïve little pet, I love everything you are willing to give me." I pondered on his answer a bit. That sounded like something that would make me cream my pants.

"Well, maybe I should add it to the list of things to roleplay." Don's expression was inquisitive as to say: A list, hun? He playfully licked my scrotum, making a blush creep into my cheeks. It progressively made its way down my chest. My member laid on my pelvis, partially hard. Kisses rained on it, from the base, working its way up. Overwhelmed by the attention Don gave to my penis, I fisted the bed sheets.

" Not there D! I don't want it there!" He raised a brow, then realized where I wanted his mouth to go.

"Where baby?" Daddy's voice came out raspy. "Where do you want it?" I crimsoned, batting my lashes in the hope of chasing my embarrassment away. How mean, making me say it out loud when he already knew what I desired? He took my nipples between his fingers and pinched them. I yelp in surprise. The tugging sensation muddled my train of thought.

"I… Iwantyoutolickmypussy." Eyes screwed shut, I ripped the bandaid off in one breath. It didn't make it any less mortifying.

"Say that again." He outright roared the sentence, like a feral animal.

"Lick my p-pussy, please." I opened my eyes. Don had this hungry look. Like a man starved for weeks or even months.

"You want Daddy to eat you out, Princess?" As to stress his words, he pulled on my tender tits. Giving him a half-lidded look, I nodded my head.

A wolfish grin appeared on his lips an instant before he dove lower between my legs. My limbs fell open more to make space for Don to work his magic. The contact of his wet tongue on my sensitive area made me flinch. After a couple of licks around my awaiting hole, I grew accustomed to the slimy hot muscle. While tweaking my nubs, my beloved's tongue prodded my pussy, forcing its way into my special place. I huffed broken moans. My face heated as well as my nether region. The more his tongue explored my interiors, the more sparks of pleasure flew throughout my body. My hand clenched on the sheets and I tried to keep my legs from closing themselves on Don. All the while, he devoured my cunt. He relentlessly attacked my nipples, giving me no breather. My hand reflexively went to Daddy's, and I attempted to pull them off my chest - without luck.

"Too much!" My speech slurred, and drool rolled down my cheek. "Too much Daddy…"

"No, you can take it. Good girls take every orgasm Daddy gives them." He latched onto my inner thigh, sucking the skin and nibbling the skin gently. "Color, Princess?"

"Grween."

His sinful mouth was right back to eating the hell out of my oversensitive pussy as fast as he had stopped. Don's tongue drove deeper. He went to town. French kissing my hole with such dexterity that I felt my orgasm impending. I squealed in a high pitch when the feeling building up in my stomach became unbearable. My back left the mattress while my hips shook, rooting against my love's face. Don rocked me through my little death with his tongue and magic hands. For an instant, I thought my soul left my body. As I orgasmed, my body spasmed violently, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Whatever nonsense that left my mouth in my ears, it was a soaring wail.

Before I could cool down, Don's right hand was in mine, our fingers intertwined, his figure hovering over my petite frame. Kneeling - with my legs resting over his strong thighs - his pants were gone and his enormous dick stood proudly. Our members were completely different. Whereas mine was dainty, hairless and had a pink hue, Don's massive cock was angry red, large, long and veiny. He started fisting his erection and my eyebrows raise to my hairline as I slowly came back to the world of the living.

Hearing the low grumbling moans leaving my Daddy's mouth, I lifted my eyes to meet his. His expression distorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. With our faces inches away, tempted to kiss my soldier boy, I reached up to meet his parted mouth, tasting his lips for the first time. Darting my tongue and giving him kitten licks set him off. He responded by taking possession of my mouth as he owned it, his tongue chasing mine. He played with it. Sucked on it. We only parted momentarily to fill up our lungs with much-needed air.

Don was nearing his climax, and I gave him a helping hand. Like the good girl I was, I palmed the head of his cock. It felt hot under my touch. As I caressed his member, he let go of my lips and took stuttering breaths. His hips soon started jolting, his member throbbed in my hand, and Don whispered in my ear sweet pet names. Telling me how great of a job I was doing, and that Daddy was going to come all over my belly.

"Fuck, Baby girl!" He squeezed my hand resting on the pillows. "Uh! Daddy's gonna come…" Don seed spilled all over my tummy and a little on my tits. His load was heavy, sticky and had a manly musk. His body flopped beside me, exhausted. And while he was recovering from his orgasm, I cleaned up his semen off of me - not before tasting it, of course. Muscular limbs encircled my waist.

"I have to go back tomorrow afternoon."

"What? Don, what the…"

"I know Bunny. I know. But what is done is done."

"How long this time?"

"It's supposed to be a year and a half, approximately." When he was met by my silence, he added: "But I promised when I get back we can talk about our expectations for this relationship. If it's something, you wanna continue."

"So you'll be back for my eighteen birthday?"

"Yes, I will." I could hear the smile in his pleased voice.

"You better be Daddy, 'cause I promised to come find you and drag you by the balls if you don't."