Chapter 52 #2
I moan loudly at the feeling of him slipping in and out of me.
Before pushing against him and moving my hips against Tobias.
My skin heats and I know I’m close. Sitting on the edge just waiting to be shoved right over it.
Theo speeds up and I sink my fangs into Tobias and I feel his grip tighten on my hips before he thrusts upward hard, and I feel his hot cum spill into me sending me over the edge as my orgasm washes over me in waves making me moan into Tobias’s neck.
Theo stilling a few seconds later, find his own release.
The air thick with the scent of our arousal and sex as I feel Theo’s now flaccid cock slip from me and I lift myself from Tobias, who looks a little buzzed still from my bite. Exhausted, we all head upstairs and shower before going to bed.
Waking in the morning, I hop in the shower, I really have to make sure I make it in town today to get my dress. Tobias and Theo are in early today, leaving while it is still dark. I’m in the shower when I hear the front door open.
“Dad, is that you?” I sing out.
“Yeah, kiddo” he calls back. My father said he will help with Thaddeus today, while I d some last-minute things for the wedding. I hear Thadeus fussing in his crib and jump out, wrapping my towel around myself. I hear a knock on the bedroom door.
“Yeah, I am still in the bathroom,” I call to him trying to wrap my hair in the damn towel.
“I will grab him and meet us downstairs,” he says. Us? I think to myself, wondering who he brought with him. I quickly duck out, finding my clothes quickly and getting dressed.
Walking down the stairs, I can hear my father making Thaddeus a bottle and hear the kettle being turned on. Walking in, I freeze. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I say when I see Bianca sitting at my kitchen counter on a stool with my son in her arms.
“Now, now, Imogen, calm down she is your sister,” my father says looking at me.
“Are you fucking serious? She fucking killed me, you know, as in dead?” I yell back and Thaddeus cries at my yelling.
“Shh, shh you’re okay, Mommy is just mad at aunty,” Bianca says soothing him.
“Give me my son” I say walking toward her. She passes him to me, and I eye her.
“She wants to apologize and make things right. Let her try,” my father says.
I glare at him, and suddenly Bianca hops up. “I just want to help. I can help, Imogen. Look, I picked up your dress,” she says, grabbing it from the stool beside her.
“How?” I ask.
“I overheard Theo telling dad you were having trouble getting in town, so I went to get it for you. Really, sis, I just want to help and get to know my nephew,” she says waving to Thaddeus with her fingers and smiling at him.
“One chance, I will give you one chance. You fuck with me, or my family and I will incinerate your ass, got it?” I tell her pointing my finger at her. She nods excitedly.
~Imogen~
Bianca nods her head excitedly, though I still have my doubts about her intentions. I no longer feared her, though. I know I can take her down and I could tell she knows I will make good on my word to incinerate her. My father clears his throat, disturbing our little tiff.
“Well, isn’t this nice? See? You can get along,” he says, making me glare at him once more.
I know she is his daughter and has an attachment to her, but I don’t so I don’t feel an ounce of guilt at threatening her.
Growing up, I always wanted a sibling. I suppose this is their way of cursing me with that wish.
Bianca holds the dress out to me, and I take it from her.
She stands up, making me eye her suspiciously as she glides over to me, ever so graceful with her movements.
“Come, you should try it on,” she says, and my father comes over holding out his arms for Thaddeus.
I hand him over and roll my eyes. This is ridiculous.
I know already it will fit. My body can’t have changed any in a couple of months.
Deciding to play nice, I trot up to my room, Bianca’s eyes sparkling when I don't kick her out.
She looks around at the photos on the walls of my little family.
I place the dress on a hanger before undoing the zip and looking at it. I feel Bianca looking at it behind me.
“It’s beautiful,” she says, running her fingers over the fabric before slipping the dress off its hanger. I strip my clothes off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
“God, you have good boobs,” she states, making me snort. She helps me step into the dress. The fabric feels smooth against my skin, the dress flowing to my feet.
“Can you zip me up?” I ask looking over my shoulder at her and she nods, stepping closer and I feel her slowly tug the zip up before it catches. She gently tugs on the Zipper, but it doesn’t budge, and I feel the tightness around my abdomen.
“I can’t zip any further. Are you sure you gave her the right measurements?”
“Yes, she even checked them herself,” I tell her, and Bianca tries to zip it up once more.
“Argh, it won’t go any higher,” she curses.
“Shit, what the hell am I going to do, I haven’t got time to get it altered.” I really like this dress, too.
“I can fix it,” she offers, and I turn to look at her skeptically.