Authors: J.D. Moon
Zechariah looked over at Lucius and growled. “Of course I can, you idiot, but she’s more than special. She’s intoxicating, but her soul speaks to my heart.”
Miranda’s fear softened—not because his words were sweet and she was still beyond aroused. It was because she felt the same. Something inside of her told her this was where she belonged. Not only that, but she needed release and immediately. She was desperate to have them finish what they started. Her breathing labored as her womanhood begged for their attention. Why the hell did they stop? I was so close, she thought to herself. She decided to speak out.
“Hey, I’m right here. You realize you’re both leaving me hanging, right?”
Just then, she realized her mistake in thinking they were finished with her, as they looked at one another and a wicked grin spread across both of their faces. As she looked down, she realized that Zechariah had ducked back down between her legs and now was thrusting his tongue into her. She reached down and balled his hair in her fist, holding him in place. Lucius teased her with the points of his fangs. He knew that his friend felt something for the mortal. He had never pointed it out in such a manner. She knew that it would be mere moments before she came. He used his free hand to massage her clit.
All of the sudden, it was as if both Zechariah and Lucius spoke to each other telepathically. Miranda was caught up in the throes of passion when she felt the sudden sharp erotic pain on both the inside of her thigh along the femoral artery and her neck where Lucius had just been trailing his kisses.
She felt swept up in a current of ecstasy as she felt herself feeling as if she were floating on air. Images of the two men long ago floated through her mind. She saw them laughing and playing as young children just like brothers, but somehow she knew they weren’t brothers. The next image flashed on a scene from the Revolutionary War. She saw them with muskets on a ship. A third image flashed on the American Civil War as they helped on the Underground Railroad.
Then, it was as if she were being returned to herself like a feather on the wind slowly dancing its way toward the ground. As soon as she settled into her body, she felt an explosion of intense ecstasy as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
Just when she couldn’t take any more, she felt Zechariah sheath his long hard cock deep inside of her body. She felt his release as he came inside of her, spilling his seed. “Please,” she said. “I can’t take anymore.” She was begging. It was a pleasure she had never experienced before, but despite her please, Lucius began to tease her entrance with the head of his cock as Zechariah lovingly caressed her body with his hands and lips.
“Oh, my god!” she screamed. Her orgasm built again and encompassed her entire being. Even her hair felt as if it were on fire with pleasure.
As Lucius slid his length inside of her, he rode her until he came, and then he collapsed beside her. Miranda lay on the bed, sandwiched between both men and drifted off to sleep. Nothing would remain the same as Lucius and Zechariah unwittingly dragged her into their world with a hypnotically passionate dance as the three of them connected on a deeper level.
***
A few hours later, Miranda awoke with only Zechariah beside her in the bed. She opened her eyes and his face came into focus. She inhaled sharply with surprise. “Zechariah! Oh, my goodness! You scared me. I just had the craziest dream in my life.”
He looked down for a moment and then flashed his fangs at her, but not to scare her. “It was not a dream, love.”
She sat up, but not from fear. Everything she was feeling in this moment defied logical thought, but she could not resist her emotions right now. “You mean,” she began. “That all of this was real…that you and Lucius are…”
“Vampires.” he responded confidently. “Yes, we are. There are many things that humans do not realize exist. Normally, we do not reveal ourselves to humans, but there is just something about you that I cannot quite put my finger on.”
“Well, you put your ‘finger’ on quite a few things earlier, but I’m not complaining.” she said.
“I could easily try again, if you would like me to.”
Miranda smiled demurely and blushed. “I’d like to know more about you, if that is okay.” she said as she sat up and drew her knees into her chest.
“What do you want to know?”
“How old are you?”
Laughing, Zechariah replied, “Everyone always wants to know about a vampire’s age. It’s in all of the stories and everything. To be exact, I will be seven hundred and sixty seven years old come May first.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yes.”
“Lucius, too? Where are you two from?”
“Lucius is three years older. We have been best friends this entire time. I was originally born in England, but I defected to Scotland after I saw what my countrymen were doing. Lucius is from Ireland. He left his home to help defend the Scottish against the English.”
“Can I ask something else?” She stared into his eyes as if to plead with him. “When the both of you bit me…”
“We’re sorry about that.” He cast his gaze downward in apparent shame. “It’s just that you’re so irresistible on so many levels. I’ve never encountered anyone in all my time that has caused me to struggle so much.”
“No, it’s not that. It was actually more pleasurable than I would have ever imagined. It is just that when you two bit me, images of the both of you appeared in my head. I saw you as young children playing in a field. I saw you again during the Revolutionary War and during the Civil War after that. Was that all real?”
“It was.” came a voice from the door way. It was Lucius.
“How long have you been standing there?” asked Zechariah.
“Long enough to know we are playing a game of ‘Q’ and ‘A’.”
“I-I’m sorry if I was wrong to…” she yammered.
“No, no harm at all in asking. Especially when you have enjoyed the both of us on so many levels.” The corners of his mouth turned up into a near sinister looking smile, but his intent was not malicious. “You have experienced something that so few have experienced. Normally, the satiation of our appetites are more—permanent for one of the party.”
“Do not let him scare you.” Zechariah said. “We do not kill those who do not deserve it—just like that Mike bastard who tried to assault you.”
“Mike is—dead?”
Lucius and Zechariah thought that Miranda was about to have a meltdown…until she said, “It’s sure about time. That asshole had it coming.”
The two men looked at each other in absolute astonishment. They were certain that this arrangement would work very well. Miranda would make a great asset in more ways than one.
THE END
Something about that phone call felt ominous and yet instinctively gripping. It was as if God himself, or herself, was giving Carolyn the most important call of her life. After all, no one calls late in the evening anymore. Carolyn figured whoever was calling at this hour must be the bearer of bad news, or really good news, and maybe even both.
“Hello?” she barely whispered after a five-second pause.
“Carolyn? This is Rose. You may not remember me, but I was your next door neighbor for a few years, back when you lived at home.”
“Uh huh…” she said, clutching her fingers together already stressed by the waiting.
“He’s gone, Carolyn. Your father.”
“Oh. Okay.”
She waited for Rose to say something else and Rose seemed to be waiting for Carolyn to react. Maybe not so happily, but something big. It’s not every day that such a big and important guy like Ralph Kyler ups and dies. And it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, that’s what Carolyn was thinking—and what Rose figured she was struggling not to say.
“Look sweetie, I know you weren’t on the best of terms with him. But I just thought you should know.”
“Yeah. Thanks. I guess…I guess I don’t know what to say.”
“Have you heard from your mom?”
“No. Not in a long time.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Rose said in apology. “Well, I figured I should tell you that she’s been missing for about a week. She already knows he’s gone. But no one’s seen or heard from her. I wasn’t really close to Joan but I figured if she wanted anyone to know where she was going she would have told me.”
“Yeah, probably. Guess she didn’t want to be found.”
“No, honey, I guess not. Listen, are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Doesn’t really bother me or affect me. I don’t feel anything for him…”
Carolyn tried to stop the inevitable rant. The one where she reminds everyone, as if they didn’t know, that dad was an abusive asshole and that mom never lifted a damn finger. “And you know…” Her heart raced and her hands started shaking.
She almost let it fly again. But no, she bit her tongue and grabbed her hair, finally calming herself down and letting the notion to scream subside. “Nothing. I figure it’s nothing to get worked up about it. Right?”
Dad was dead. That’s the only thing that had to be said. And as soon as she heard those words she felt a calm peace built in her heart, quieting her tremors. Mom was gone too and good riddance.
She said goodbye to Rose and stewed over it, feeling something intense, but not quite sure of how to reconcile it, let alone define it. She wanted closure, yes, but maybe comfort too, and from someone who really understood who the Kylers really were. Wealthy, of course, classy, definitely, and their secrets were not well hidden.
Carolyn in many ways was their darkest secret, she being a poor girl the family took in as one of their own, when Ralph Kyler felt especially charitable one day—and as always, with intent to boost his own ego by doing something super-heroic for the little people.
One name came to mind as she thought over so many painful memories. Rob. Rob and Guy, her two stepbrothers who always looked out for her and helped the Kylers raise her as one of their own. Hell, Carolyn thought to herself, They raised me. Compared to the damage Dad inflicted on me, Rob and Guy were the only family I had.
Carolyn looked for Rob’s number, remembering that she wrote his new number down several months ago in her notebook. She dialed his number on her cell phone and smiled as his image came up. A bit dated, but still the same handsome and sweet face she had known for so many years. Dimples out to here, baby blue eyes and clean shaven all over his face, except those golden locks. Rob was the type of guy you hated to hurt, and he was such a sensitive guy. Carolyn braced herself, balancing her enthusiasm for finding an excuse to talk to Rob again, with the necessity of being strong and sober for the announcement.
“Yeah, this is Rob.”
“Hello, Rob,” she said with a pause, knowing it was enough.
“Carolyn. Wow…How are you?” She instantly felt the laughter and smile in his eyes, even over the phone. His voice always seemed to go up an octave when he spoke to his “little sister.”
“I’m okay. But before we go on…I have something to tell you.”
“Oh god. I think I know what it is.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. A friend of a friend called me last week. They said mom was missing, dad wasn’t looking too good.”
“Yeah. I just got word.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
“It’s all right, Rob,” she said before a muted laugh. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“Well, yeah, I know…”
“Nice of you to protect me all the time, like you do. It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you.”
“I know. It has been, way too long. Life just seems to go by so fast. You lose track of time. Another year passes by.”
And Carolyn finally let herself cry, not for the man, certainly not in his memory, but the reality of what Rob said. Another year robbed of his company, another year of not having him in her life. Of course, most brothers and sisters go months without talking, but Rob never seemed like the cold fish type. If anything, he always seemed regretful to let her go, and relieved when she found an excuse for them to get together. A reunion, an attorney meeting, a property tax talk, it all flew by when Rob was making boring conversation.
The sounds of her tears upset him and he shooed her into silence. “Hey, hey, come on. What’s the matter? It’s okay to feel something, you know. Even with all that’s happened.”
Carolyn shook off the grief. “It’s not that. I miss you, Rob.”
“I miss you too, sis,” he said. “Say, you want to go somewhere? I think maybe we’d both feel better if we talked about it.”
“Yeah. Okay. That sounds good.”
Rob smiled as they made plans, as always, like Carolyn loved to suggest, the little coffee shop house on Irving Street. It was the same place they used to go as teenagers. Now, twelve years removed from their fondest memories, it felt amusing to know their minds hadn’t matured that much. They both still yearned for coffee, donuts and mints at their favorite place, still standing.
Rob lost her smile as he put the phone down, fighting memories of the past. It wasn’t right to keep harping on them. The pain and anxiety never left him. The abuse, the shame, the exploitation. But no, this wasn’t about Dad or Mom.
Rob watched in silent amazement as Carolyn entered the coffee shop, as beautiful as he remembered her, maybe even more so, as the ten years that passed turned her from a lanky tomboy into a confident woman of 29. She still had the same brunette curly hairstyle he remembered as well as that full, intoxicating smile that seemed to warm the air around her when she entered a room. He fought the urge to notice what she was wearing, that blue dress with just a hint of cleavage, obviously not worn for any particular reason. He shook his head at the thought, warding off his perversions, as he thought them, and eager to welcome Carolyn back into his life as his little sister once again.
He smiled wide and welcomed her into her arms.
“It’s good to see you again, Carolyn.”
“You too,” she said, getting back some of her glow. “I’m sorry I was cracking up earlier.”
“Don’t be.”
“I think I’m actually more upset that I don’t know how to feel, than I am upset that he’s gone.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean. Dad never had a good relationship with any of us.”
“Have you talked to Guy?”
“Not lately. But I figure he knows by now. We should call him.”
She sighed. “But you know how Guy is. I just kind of want to be alone, with you, right now. Does that make sense?”
“Say no more,” he said with a smile. “I know Guy rubs people the wrong way.”
Speaking of rubbing the wrong way…
Carolyn looked into Rob’s eyes, his focused deep eyes which seemed almost hypnotic in their calming power, and shared a wordless moment. A bit of an awkward moment too, as Carolyn simply stared at him, as if thinking something that Rob wouldn’t dare speak.
He looked back at her, feeling the same, and caught in a dishonest moment. He flinched and fake-coughed, looking away momentarily and expecting Carolyn to do the same. But there she was, connecting with his eyes and telling secrets of the mind.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said innocently and with a girlish smile.
Rob laughed, relieved that she must surely be thinking the far opposite of what was on his mind. “Oh? What am I thinking? Thinking I want to try a Bavarian cream donut is what I’m thinking. What are you thinking, hon?” He smiled back, a comfortable and quick glance.
“Do you feel guilty, Rob?”
Rob suddenly put the menu down, losing his appetite and staring into Carolyn’s blank face. “About what, about Dad? No. I mean, he knows the kind of man he is. It doesn’t bother me.” He picked up his menu and started whispering the dishes to himself.
“No, I don’t mean about dad. I mean about…us.”
Yes, she was talking about it. A chill came over him and he lowered the menu, only to find Carolyn’s captivating green eyes glued to him. “I thought…I thought we agreed to not speak of it,” he said, still hiding behind the menu.
She giggled to herself. “We don’t have to speak about it if it makes you uncomfortable.” She paused staring into his eyes and feeling an illicit shared moment with a man that might as well her own flesh and blood, considering how much they had suffered together. “But I just want you to know something. I never blamed you. What happened…it wasn’t anyone’s fault.”
The admission, while not absolving did help Rob to smile, at least that, as he patted her hand from across the table. “It is good to hear that. I always wondered if I…you know…screwed up your life.”
“No, no, not at all. Don’t think that way,” she said, taking his hand and not letting him back away. “I never felt bad about it. Maybe I should have? But I never once blamed you or even regretted anything that happened.”
“Well, I mean,” he said carefully, “I just chalked it up to experimenting. Right? Yeah. I mean, we were teenagers and under a lot of emotional stress and sometimes mistakes happen.”
Rob looked at Carolyn, but she only waited in respect, choosing not to say another word. “What matters is that we move on. We find happiness in our own lives. And especially with dad gone and mom who knows where, we really can start a new chapter. Both of us.”
Together.
The thought seemed to come out psychically even in that moment of dignified silence. “Carolyn was agreeable to his parting words and let Rob drive her back to her neighborhood after a brief snack, back home, which still seemed polluted with bad memories.
“Nothing even happened in this house,” she said, eyeing her front door in trepidation. “But the more I sit here…I just keep thinking I’m not ready to go inside. I’m not ready to move on like you. How do you do it? How do you bounce back?”
“Sometimes I don’t even know my own secret to doing that,” Rob said. Sometimes…”
Rob paused and looked into Carolyn’s eyes, always so trusting, so vulnerable and nowhere in the world to go, except wherever he might take her. “Sometimes…” He shook his head, unable to concentrate and eyeing Carolyn’s neck and chest, thinking back to that, yes, that time when they both surrendered themselves to experimentation and didn’t think—for once—they just followed their urges.
Rob was standing still, deadly silent, and taking turns between eyeing Carolyn in curiosity and then back to the steering wheel of his truck, as if trying to pep talk himself out of here.
But Carolyn’s vulnerability, her dewy-eyed trust, was always what made him feel secure. Without thinking, without even anticipating the “why”, he reached out his hand and put his palm on her cheek. She waited in obedience, never questioning, only meeting his eyes, and breathing deeper.
His own internal questions of What am I doing seemed to fade away the more he let himself feel the moment. His chest was burning. Just a tiny speck of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had the strangest inclination, to get clean, and to take Carolyn with him. What would it feel like, he wondered as their eyes spoke long sentences, to rip her clothes off and bathe, cleansing them both and starting a new chapter in life. Maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt.
Maybe you never really stop experimenting, he figured, as he begin softly tracing her lips with his strong fingers. Nothing turned her on more than her stepbrother’s loving attention, then and now. Whenever he would hold her hand and apply a band-aid. Whenever he would console her after a hard day at school, a long hug, a firm shoulder rub. Always with family affection, platonic love.
But not this time. This time she sensed something intense, lonely, and hungry in his touch. He couldn’t take his hands off and for once, he seemed to leave his mind and his conscious behind, just as when they were young, the same way everything seemed so free and instinctive.