Part 7. Mutual Feelings
Morning came as usual, sunlight shining brightly thru the window. Al woke before she did dressing himself in a hurry. He decided against waking her since she looked so peaceful while sleeping. He couldn't resist giving a soft kiss, whispering "Don't fret my darling, we'll leave from here sooner than you may think. I won't allow my mistake to be repeated."
Little did he know she had been listening to this. His stirring from sleep caused her to also wake but she didn't feel comfortable dressing in front of him and so she chose to wait until he left. Upon hearing him dress then the door close she slowly got out of bed rubbing rested eyes. She stretched for a moment, let out a content filled sigh, finished her glass of water then walked to her dresser mulling over clothing options. There weren't many shorts or t-shirts in her closet anymore. Oswell wanted her to dress how a "lady" would; at least that's what he told her. There were mainly dresses, skirts and blouses but she grabbed one of the only pairs of jean shorts available and a canary yellow tank top pairing them with egg shell white sneakers. Hopefully they were still going on that camping trip today.
After brushing her teeth and hair she headed down the stairs, greeted almost instantly by Frankie and Elias. Both were feeling much better since the last two years. Clearly whatever medicine they took helped to significantly improve their symptoms over time. They almost seemed human.
"Hey sis, how are you feeling today? I thought I'd say hi before heading off to work. James wants me to come in early today."
She still couldn't believe how muscular and lively he had become. Sure they saw each other every day but this was all still new to her since this started only a year before. His deep grey and blue eyes shone brightly, beaming with optimism. He had coal black spiked hair and chiseled features, reminding her somewhat of Albert but also Oswell. The strange thought of if they both actually were able to conceive a child together and that's what it would look like popped into her mind but she quickly dismissed the thought as always. It didn't help that most of the workers here- along with her own family- were male.
Ada had been one of the only female workers left and no one knew how long she would stay with the company after what all happened years prior. In fact, most of the original workers had either died or left. Almost all of the employees were new...and unfortunately male. She wished the elusive woman came around more often. Wynnie craved one on one time with other females.
"I'm doing great now that I get to talk with you two! Hello Frankie! How are you feeling today?"
"I'm well, thank you Wynnie. I was just about to check on the dogs in the courtyard. I'll speak with you later, dear. Elias."
He gave a gentle pat on her shoulder then nodded to Elias before parting. Elias returned his nod focusing his attention back to her.
"So, got any plans today?"
"Actually yes! I'm supposed to go camping today with Al. Oswell wanted to come but couldn't unfortunately. He's so busy...I almost wish that I was going with either you or Ada...It would be nice to have some girl time after all."
He chuckled, gently tussling her hair.
"Don't worry sis, I'm sure she'll be able to soon. You two spent some time together last month. She's very busy you know."
"Yeah, I know that but that had been a month ago! I just wish there were more females here..."
She pouted to which he coyly responded "Yeah, you and me both."
He scratched the back of his head, sighing.
"Well hey, I hate to cut this conversation short but Marcus is gonna bitch and whine and I'll never hear the end of it if I don't start walking to the lab. I hope you can still go camping today. It's supposed to start raining soon. See you later sis!"
He waved while striding towards his intended destination. She gave a quick wave back heading to the kitchen. She silently hoped it wouldn't rain today.
'Surely it won't...'
She walked to the dining room noticing a plate of eggs and bacon placed beside where Albert was sitting. He had a leg crossed over his knee, sipping coffee while reading the paper. She also took note of a cup of tea beside the plate. She inhaled its scent when sitting down giving him a small smile.
"It's peach tea...Thanks Al. How thoughtful and kind of you."
She sat down, bowing her head in prayer before eating.
"Think nothing of it, it's the least I could do after what you had done for me last night. Since when did you start doing this?"
She finished her brief prayer of thanks, bashfully giving a quiet reply.
"Oh, just last year. It puts me at ease...Anyhow, I'm excited to go camping today. Elias told me it might rain soon but I hope the weather forecast is wrong. I guess we could always wait til tomorrow if it does. What do you think, Al?"
He smirked, inquiring a rather confrontational matter after folding the paper up and placing it down.
"I think I'm curious as to know what brought on this religious side of you?"
"It brings me peace...That's all."
"Ah and what we had done last night, did that bring you peace as well?"
She finished eating quickly, downing the tea in seconds, getting ready to stand.
"I have to use the bathroom. If you'll excuse me..."
He instantly appeared behind her, pulling out the chair in a fraction of a second.
"Of course, my dear Wynnie."
A shiver ran down her back when feeling his chilling touch on her shoulders. She hastily stood trying to walk away. His tight hold was the only thing preventing her from doing so. His voice dropped to a hissing whisper that same ice cold breath running over the nape of her exposed neck. He ran fingers through a long ponytail moving thick locks to the side.
"I know of an indoor activity that can be performed at anytime. Follow me to my room when you finish. I'll have you praying to me by the end of this day, Wynnie. I'll bring you endless euphoria during every encounter of ours with your consent. Think it over. I'll be waiting in the main hall."
He let go of her allowing her to leave first. She practically ran out of the room, stifling back tears. When entering her own, she stormed into the bathroom, sobbing furiously.
When pulling down her bottoms she scowled. It started early this time. A light streak of blood lined her panties making her feel sickened. She had to go into Oswell's room to get pads. The only problem was that he wasn't there.
"You had to start now. You couldn't wait til the end of this month. Damn it all, who will I go to now when he's gone? Who else could have a key? Maybe Al?"
It felt embarrassing enough having to go to him in order to get the items. Now it would be even more of an embarrassment having to go to Al. She dragged herself out of the bathroom saying another quick prayer before mustering up the courage to ask him. There he stood, waiting for her just as promised. She had only been to his room two other times before. The first time he wanted to show her because she wouldn't stop asking where it was and how it looked. That had been two months after she first came to the previous mansion. The second time had been due to her getting lost after having a dispute with Oswell only last year. Wynnie wanted more freedom and he told her she already had too much.
"Hey I need to ask you if you have a key to Oswell's room. There's something I need to get in there."
Her cheeks must have been redder than fire when asking him that because he certainly noticed the chemical reaction.
"What reason would you have to go into there?"
"I just need to bring something back to my room, okay? Can you get in the room or not?"
He scoffed, going in that direction now.
"As you wish, Princess Wynnie."
She kept silent while following behind arms folded. He must still not have known what she needed. She knew she'd probably have to come out with it sooner than later and before the day was finished.
When reaching the room he swiftly unlocked the door opening it for her as she stormed past him, going into the bathroom. She snatched the crimson red bag that held the necessary items within, locking the door and deciding to change in there. If Albert knew what all Oswell did to comfort her during that time she probably would die from embarrassment and quite literally at that. Little did she know, Albert waited just outside of the bathroom door. A light rap could be heard from the other side making her gasp softly. It had been no longer than a minute and already he felt the need to check on the girl.
"Is all well?"
She just finished putting on the item when he inquired about her. He heard running water then the door open seeing the dark red bag in hand. She didn't say one word while going back to her room leaving him standing there. It took a good five minutes getting back to him since the mansion was so enormous. Oswell's room just had to be on the other side of the damn estate.
She couldn't look him in the eye when returning back waiting for him to start walking. He had that same unreadable expression displayed choosing to remain silent this time. Hers must have looked troubled- troubled and concerned. He opted for the elevator this time since he knew she probably didn't care to walk for ten minutes down several flights of stairs and through twisting corridors. They waited in silence til the elevator doors opened, having reached level G3.
"Is this a subject you don't wish to discuss or is your silence a result of embarrassment due to a natural occurrence in the female anatomy?"
She still didn't answer while following him into the next corridor, all the way to his room in the far back. She knew there were experiments being conducted in the other chambers throughout these halls. There also was a solarium past his room; his own private one at that. She remembered him telling of three solariums that were in this second mansion as a small child. One had been connected to his room, another to Oswell's and the other to Marcus's. She had already known of this since Oswell had allowed her to roam freely throughout the estate since childhood. There were multiple rooms that she had no access to but sooner than she thought, Oswell would reveal those secrets.
She carelessly fell back onto the bed before running to it, jumping on the mattress then bouncing twice. The walls were still black. His bed sheets still remained that same deep royal blue color. Closet doors were still royal blue and the sliding kind. Bathroom door was that same color. That round circular ceiling light had that same dim tint to it. She loved the way his sheets smelled too; along with him in general. He had that musky, appealing sex smell. She tried to deny her urges for him but they were becoming too strong and much too hard for her to control; especially since starting this cycle.
Wynnie let out a deep sigh, lifting up her tank top and rubbing her stomach. She met his curious gaze with a tranquil one of her own asking a question that caught him off guard.
"Al, could you please bring me some water and a heating pad? I'll tell you a story if you do. And one that's actually true, not a fairytale."
She chuckled as his brow arched in thought. After a brief moment of thinking her request over he spoke.
"Only if you consent to my demands. They won't violate your purity, you have my word, dear."
She shrugged then replied with a small "yes" having no other option but to agree. He returned in half the time it took for them to get there with both commodities in hand. She readily sat up reaching out for the water which he placed on the bedside table.
"Ah ah, first your heating pad. We wouldn't want to have you all wet so soon, now would we, my sweet dear?"
She kicked her shoes off, making herself comfortable while arching hips up allowing him to place the item below. A sigh of relief passed through slightly parted lips as soon as he plugged it in, warm heat providing instant relaxation. He handed her the glass which she readily took, drinking the water with haste.
"Ahh, thanks a lot. Could you uh, well this may sound odd but is there any way you could rub my stomach, Al? And hum a song as well?"
This must have been what Oswell did for her during this time. He smirked, a look of sheer mischievous delight plastered all over his face. If that man ever tried to guilt him into doing any other asinine novice assignment he certainly now held a trump card in his pocket for that rainy day.
"Of course Wynnie."
"I know this may sound even stranger to you but Oswell often does this for me during this time. If you're curious to know, it began two years ago. What's even stranger is that it first started on the day of my parent's wedding anniversary. Kind of creepy but true, nevertheless. It's not so bad if I drink plenty of water and rest often. Came a little early too but oh well...Now I'm babbling. I guess I'm a little tense..."
He undressed all the way to his boxers, laying beside her.
"We'll have to remedy this then. Is there anything else you want Uncle Al to do for you?"
His hand rubbed her stomach for a brief time until trailing down a thigh, rubbing back and forth. She patted an eager shoulder, looking how she felt.
"There certainly is...Although I'd prefer finishing this glass of water first before "anything else" happens."
She quickly grabbed the glass on her side, finishing the fluid. He made an effort of grabbing it first his hand resting on hers as she drank. A light chuckle erupted after Wynnie finished drinking making a joke of their situation.
"Oh, haha, someone's an eager beaver aren't they?"
He snickered at her attempt taking the glass away when she finished. He situated himself in between willing legs running fingers through soft hair and over nervous temples. A look of concern briefly flashed over her face but left as quickly as it came a smile now in its place.
"Al, I have to ask, won't this effect me? I mean, will it make me su...susce...I can't remember the word. Let me put it this way; will it increase my chances of getting infection?"
He chuckled warmly, gazing at her innocent, unknowing face. She was still at such an impressionable stage in life and teachable in so many ways. It made his arousal grow even faster causing him to once again become erect while in her presence. This happened more often than he cared admitting to her; which he more than likely never would. He wanted her more than anything, yet as for now, tasting her would have to do.
He got out of bed, turned off the light then crawled back over to his "sweet girl" who had already been undressed by the time he rested his lips against a relaxed neck. Soft kisses were given on most of her torso til he rested his lips above her saturated sex. Her hands guided his head to the desired destination a longing moan passing through both of their lips almost simultaneously.
"You're wanting to know if by me giving you oral pleasure whether or not it will make you "susceptible" to infection. That's the word you were looking for, dear, and the answer is no since I have no transmittable disease or infection of any kind."
She slowly nodded slightly blushing at his remark. Strangely enough no other words were exchanged between the two during the rest of their erotic oral foreplay; only moans and knowing looks. Her own fingers ran through his hair, a soft tenor hum purring from the beguiling, mesmerising man. The song was "You Got It" by Roy Orbison. Oswell sang and hummed that same song to her on occasion. It made the young woman wonder why he chose that song in particular since it was one of the preferred ones to be sang during relaxation time. Perhaps he had listened in somehow on a session of theirs.
'I may ask him how he knew to hum this after we finish. I'd rather not spoil the moment now.'
She pulled him in closer, returning his massages along with kisses, making the first move this time. The humming ceased as he sighed into each one, resisting the overwhelming urge to violate her choosing to thrust in his hand instead. This action made him feel juvenile but that had been the only thing he could temporarily do. He had to force himself to break away from that last prolonged kiss hastily pulling back. Each one grew even wetter and more intense than the last. This almost reminded Wynnie of the dream from last night. Quickly dismissing the thought she turned her full attention to him, gently thrusting against his enticing mouth once he brought his lips there.
He seemed to enjoy tasting more than vaginal fluids lapping up small traces of blood. His tongue, lips and powerful suction didn't allow her to last for long, orgasming within a few minutes after his sensual foreplay. He traced her outer extremities with his tongue, lightly sucking from time to time with salivating lips until suddenly increasing intensity no more than six minutes later. He held a firm grip on thick thighs as her second orgasm shook her, legs wrapping around his shoulders. He repositioned himself on top of her as trembling legs removed their hold resting on the bed once more. She felt him cradle her moaning seductively in an ear "Has your Daddy ever done this for you before, my sweet girl?"
He then started to thrust himself against her with unexpected gentleness, causing both to orgasm and ejaculate once more only fifteen minutes later. At one point in time his tip nearly went inside her entrance which he quickly prevented by slowing his pace. His speed changed ever so often from fast to slow but he always did this gently. He barely managed holding out in order for her to experience ecstacy first, not wanting to displease his love. His semen dripped at a threatening proximity near its forbidden entrance causing brief nervousness. He hastily dismissed the thought highly doubting the possibility. The chances were slim to none and those odds seemed more than favorable. However, in several years, that would be a different story. She suddenly voiced his prior worry catching him off guard again.
"You don't think I'll...get...you know, from what we did?"
He went to the bathroom getting a washcloth and began wiping his face off then his pelvic region. He turned the light back on, handing it to her as she burrowed under the covers, sheepishly accepting the small cloth. He flashed a small smile, responding "The chances of that are comparable to God being merciful."
She scowled at that response, crossing arms with a glare.
"Now why did you have to go there? Out of all the analogies you could have used, you had to go with that one?"
A vexing, impish grin flashed on his face.
"Aww, you look so adorable while seething with rage hidden just below the surface."
He obviously was mocking her along with provoking the young woman, waiting for a reaction. She looked surprised then grinned giving a feisty reply.
"I couldn't have said it better myself."
He pounced, kissing yet again.
"Why not indulge in each others pleasure once more today? There's plenty of time before afternoon..."
Her eyes trailed to the alarm clock on the bedside table. He was indeed telling the truth; they still had five and a half hours before the time to leave came. She quietly agreed, nodding her head in approval while reaching down to stroke him. He filled her mouth with kisses until neither could think straight, engaging in carnal activities of foreplay well into the early afternoon. The day couldn't get any better than this.