Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 3

He ran into the bathroom and checked the mirror. His fat was almost all gone he had a six pack and was well muscle not body builder muscles or anything. He had to admit her perfect fantasy body was really good. He reached down and pulled out the waist band of his sweat which had molded with his body or they have fallen off. When he saw his half erect c**k he was impressed with Sar-Rah apparently the perfect c**k to please her was about 10” long and 2” wide when fully erect.

“Wow that’s impressive, I have no idea how that huge thing is supposed to fit inside me,” she said while looking down his sweats.

He was staring at the back of her head as she looked into his sweats, he hadn’t even heard her come in. He decided to tease her back a little so he bent a little without moving his lower half and whisper directly into her ear while playing with the sleeve of her linen sleeve. ‘Accidentally’ rubbing her arm with the back of his hand.

“It fits in very carefully, by sliding it in inch by inch slow and easy so you can stretch hopefully without too much pain. But that come after your so turned on and wet you beg for it.”

With a low moan she looked up into his eyes and he saw the lust there he knew was mirrored in his own eyes. He leaned into kiss her and she jerked away turned and walked out into his room. After a few minutes he followed her out and stopped in the doorway watching she sat on his bed with her head in hands.

“I’m sorry,” he said she flinched at his voice. “I didn’t mean to offend you I won’t do that again.”

“I wasn’t offended,” she replied sadly.

“Big brother I’m going over to Cassie’s house for that party, and sleep over so I won’t be back till late tomorrow night so I’ll see when I wake you up Monday for breakfast,” Liz yelled from her door.

“Alright, no drinking and no boys unless you want me in prison for killing someone,” he replied quickly panicking, wondering what to tell her about all of this not to mention she probably freak when she saw him changed as he was. He’d have to figured out what to tell her before Monday morning he thought to himself.

“Ok don’t worry about it only girls are allowed at this party with the exception being you. You always have an open ended invitation to all Cassie’s parties Ant.”

“Maybe another time, you go have a nice time and be a good girl. I love you little one.”

“I love you too big brother.”

He turned back to Sar-Rah and started backward as she was standing directly behind him almost close enough to touch him when he turned.

“Your little sister,” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied with loving smile on his face.

Sar-Rah felt a twinge of jealousy and felt appalled at herself. He loved his sister that was a good quality even if he loved her a little too much in a carnal way.

“Is she your only sibling when will your mother return or your father?”

“Yes she is my only sibling. Mom will never return she been dead for 12 years now, when I was eight and Liz was five. Dad I hope the son of a b***h never comes back, but he usually stops in one a twice a year at random intervals. He stays a couple hours and leaves, just checking to see if we’re dead yet so can sell the house.”

At the pain that flashed in his eyes with the mention of his mother she felt sorry she had brought it up, he obviously love her deeply. What shocked her was the venom in his when he spoke of his father, she had loved her family.

“You don’t like your father,” she tentatively asked.

“No.”

“Why?”

He looked at her for a second, deciding if he wanted to answer. With a sigh he slumped onto the bed next to her, and he told her.

“When my mother died I was heartbroken my father and I were never close, I was always a momma’s boy but my sister while she was closer to mom then I was to dad she idolized dad. Before the accident she follow him around asking if he needed anything, getting his drinks, cuddling up next to whenever he would sit down and if the was no room to cuddle next to him she’d climb up into his lap.”

“She sounds like she adored him,” Sar-Rah observed.

“She did, when he wasn’t home she always stayed close to me I think because we had similar features. And I loved her, back then I didn’t really see her as a person. I saw her more as extension of my mother or a tiny copy of her. But she was family and you love and protect your family, mom always said that to me. She say my little man as a man of this family you should always protect your little sister.”

“And the reason you hate your father?’

“Right, that was all before the accident. After the accident my father sunk into a depression and started to drink. At first he tried to hide it but me and Liz knew. As time passed he got worse and became an angry drunk. When she turned seven he began yelling at Liz whenever he’d see her and she would run to me in tears. I would tell her he didn’t mean it was the alcohol and the pain over mom’s death talking. Thinking back it was probably the fact that Liz started looking like mom the set him off on her so much because he didn’t yell at me unless I interfered with him yelling at her. Anyway two more years passed when he wasn’t at work he was drunk and if we were in the house and he saw us he was yelling at us.

Sar-Rah was watching him she saw the rage boiling closer to the surface; he was getting close to the reason for his hatred. She wanted to calm him but didn’t know how so she laid back next to him and scooted closer hoping her closeness would offer him some solace. She was surprised when his hand rose and he started running it through her hair. She didn’t think he even knew he was doing it.

“When Liz’s 9th birthday came I baked her cake and bought her presents and wrote his name on them. After I sang her happy birthday and she blew out her candles she walked over dad and hugged him, he loosely hugged her back. ’Daddy I only want one thing for my birthday this year pretty please,’ she asked. “What is it,” he asks. ‘Please stop drinking,’ she asks back in the most timid voice I’ve ever heard her use.

He just exploded started screaming at her telling her she had no right to tell him what to do and that he wasn’t a drunk. She was sobbing with tears running down her face and I didn’t know what to do. He told her to stop crying like a baby or he give her something to cry about, she obviously couldn’t just stop crying. He hit her, backhanded her in the face. She was bleeding from the corner of her mouth where he split her lip.”

Sar-Rah listened with sadness for his sister, and tried to sooth his trembling that came with the rising adrenaline, and he gripped her hair in his fist as he held his rage in check.

“I don’t know how I got it but we always kept a baseball bat near the front door. He was still ranting at her as she laid there sobbing and bleeding. I charged him swinging the bat. I don’t know if he heard me or sensed my movement but he managed to get his arms up in time to block the blow, or I’d have split his head open. I know I broke at least three of his fingers I could see them sticking out in wrong angles. I yelled at him if he ever touched her again I’d kill him in his sleep.”

Sar-Rah couldn’t stand it any longer and she reached up and pulled his head down to her chest she could feel him shaking with his pain over his sisters suffering, and his rage.

“Shhhh,” she whispered as she stroked his hair. “It’s all over he is not here, you protected your sister.”

She kept stoking his hair as his trembling ceased and they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms as she hummed some soothing tune into the top of his head.

Anthony woke feeling warm, safe, and more content then he had since his mother’s death. The soft silky strand of hair running through his hands, the smell of flowers, and a soft warm breeze ebbing and flowing against the skin of his face. Then the events of the night before flowed back into his memory as unconsciousness receded. His eyes open and he froze his breath stopping at the beauty before him. Sar-Rah was on her side facing one arm curled underneath her head while the other rested on his neck with her tiny head lightly gripping the back of his neck. Wisps of her hair hanging in front face, although thankfully not enough to obscure her features. Her silky looking linen dress had fallen from her shoulders sometime during the night. The exposed tops of her breasts rose and fell with the soft rhythm of sleep. The morning light the streamed through his bedroom window brought a golden shine from her lightly tanned skin. Unable to suppress the compulsion to touch her soft looking skin his hand came up from around her back where he had been stoking her hair in his sleep to gently caress her face and slide down her neck to her shoulder.

She moaned in her sleep, and he shivered at the satin softness of her skin glided under his hand and her soft sounds of pleasure. He was so bewitched by the feeling of her he didn’t even notice when she awakened and open her eyes. Running his hands in circles over the skin of her shoulder and down to just above her exposed breast, ignoring the temptation to go lower and fondle her, and then back up he slowly dragged his hand back up the skin of her neck to her face once more. When he reached her cheek again he saw that her eyes where open and that she was staring at him. He jerked his back as he flushed

“Sorry, your skin looked so soft I couldn’t help myself,” he told her as blood suffused his face and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you go lower when you got to my chest? I know you wanted to, I saw the desire on your face when you paused there,” she questioned.

“Because, it would have been wrong. To violate you in such away while you’re asleep I’m sorry if my touching you upset you,” he replied as he began to pull away from her.