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"We need to have a family discussion.  Some things have happened in the last twenty-four hours that everyone needs to know about."

Turning toward Damien and me, she spoke straight to us.  "I know you're both wondering why I'm not pulling Dante aside, and the
answer is simple;
I know him.  I know that if we do that he'll try to shoulder the burden himself without sharing it, and this is something that everyone needs to know.  Spencer, I need you to tell everyone what you told Damien, Brooke and I last night."

Just like I had the night before, I went at it quickly so that I wouldn't lose my nerve. As soon as I revealed that Dominique and Delilah had a different father, the two of them huddled together and held hands.  When I revealed that they had another brother, as well as the identity of who it was, everyone gasped. I went on from there, explaining about Dillon and Leah.  Once I'd brought everyone up to speed on what happened, I sat down.  Dante wasn't saying a word, and everyone was waiting for him to say something. 

When he didn't immediately speak, Aunt Sandra took over.  "Using the information that Spencer gave me, I've already put out feelers on getting in touch with Flynn.  As it turns out, we built his manager

s house,
and I'm meeting him tomorrow to talk to him and try to get either Flynn's contact information or an agreement from the manager that he'll pass the information on to Flynn personally.
I
also
talked to Mike in security, and he got in touch with a friend of his who's a
private investigator.
  We passed along Dillon and Leah's details, and by the end of the week we should know everything there is to know about them.  It goes without saying that we aren't giving Hank and Marceline anything that they've asked for, but the other parties involved deserve to know what's coming their way."

Standing, she walked to where Dante was sitting.  He had a death grip on Sabrina's hand and still hadn't said a word, and we were all getting worried.  Leaning down, Sandra put her hand on his arm.  "Honey, I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise, we'll get through this like we do everything else.  Our priority has to be finding Dillon and Leah and making this right."

Nodding at her, he looked at Damien and then me before he finally said something.  "I'm fucking furious
,
and I'd love to beat the fuck out of Marceline. I remember Dillon.  Very, very vaguely, but I do.  Before Damien was born, I used to have dreams about my brother going missing.  I was too young to understand what that all meant, but I remember screaming and crying and begging for him to come back for
years
.  When Damien was born, Connie told me that I had a real brother now and that I should shut up.  It's always been there, right on the edge of my mind, but I thought I'd dream
ed
it or made it up because living with them was so stressful.  After a while I basically forgot about it, but from time to time I've had a dream about
seeing a blonde haired boy sitting next to me on our lawn.  I wonder if that was Dillon."

It was so fucking horrible
that
I wanted to scream.  "There are pictures in the folder Marceline and Hank gave me.  He had blonde hair."

Gasping Dante asked, "Where are they?"

I looked to Aunt Sandra, because I'd given her the folder after we'd talked last night.  She stood and left the deck, returning a minute later with the photos.  I knew what he was looking at and it broke my heart.  Marceline's photography is always incredibly inappropriate and dark, and these photos were no different.  There were a series of photos of Dante and Dillon, all of them taken at various parties.  From birth to right before Dillon had been taken away, the photos showed the two of them
all but glued
to each other as all manner of inappropriate shit went on around them.

Th
e pictures took a toll on Dante, and I could see it.  Touching the last photo in the series, he whispered, "He's real, I didn't dream him or make him up."

Sabrina was his rock, rubbing his back
,
and telling him over and over that they would get through this.  "We'll find him
honey
, I promise. You aren't responsible for this.  This was done to you and to Dillon.  None of this is because of you.  Mike and Connie own the blame for this.  Don't take it on yourself baby."

Gr
abbing her hand, he pulled her o
nto his lap.  "Fuck Sabrina.  Just fuck.  Without you, I'd be raging right now.
  I just don't know how to process this.
"

Stroking his face, she looked into his eyes.  "We process it together."

Once he was calmed down, we were able to address the other issue at hand.  Turning to Dominique and Delilah, Aunt Sandra asked them if they had any interest in meeting Flynn.  In perfect unison they both answered, "Yes."

Without talking about it at all, they'd somehow come to the same conclusion.  Dante and Damien both looked less than thrilled, and Dominique noticed.  "We want to meet him for the same reason you want to see Dillon and Leah.  What if his life was as tough as ours was before Aunt Sandra got control, and he needs a family?   We had you and that made us normal, but what if Flynn didn't?  We ow
e it to him to at least f
ind
that much
out."

Giving a cough, Aunt Sandra got our attention.  "There's something I was waiting to say until the girls expressed interest one way or the other."  Turning to address Dominique and Delilah directly she said, "I did an internet search on Flynn earlier.  His father is still alive, and by all accounts they get along and are close.  Todd Rand is a
well-known
voice over artist.  Everything I
read
indicates that he's totally normal
and very well respected
.  The only thing I could find that c
ould possibly explain how he wound up near
my sister is that his wife died eleven months before you girls were born."

They had a living father.  I don't think any of us saw that one coming.  I could see that Dante and Damien were now on high alert, and I felt the same way. 

Delilah and Dominique were silent, just staring at each other.  Looking at me, Delilah nodded.  "We're going to want to meet him, too.  We have to know."

Everyone agreed that they had to do what they felt was best, but I could see that Dante in particular was chomping at the bit.  I knew a lot of that had to do with how paternal he felt toward the girls, and I think he was panicking about sharing them with anyone.

The night had taken a toll
,
and we all started winding it down.  Aunt Sandra decided that she wasn't going to stay overnight, instead saying that she'd come back after she met with Flynn's manager.  It was a lot to take in regardless, and all of us headed off to our different bedrooms.

 

Chapter Thirty-Two: Delilah

 

I was interested in meeting my brother, very interested in finding out if my biological father was a better person than the piece of shit I'd always thought was my father, but for all that, I was so happy to be with Spencer that I
was
focused on that that the most.

We walked to our bedroom at the same time that Dante and Sabrina went to the
second master bedroom that was right next to ours, and I saw Dante struggling for a minute
.  I thought he was probably struggling
to let me go into the bedroom with Spencer
to share a bed
.  Pulling away from Spence, I walked to my brother.  Standing on my
tiptoes
I gave him a hug and a kiss before whispering, "Put your shotgun away
,
Dad
.  We're in love, and
you know he's going to make
an honest woman out of me."  That diffused the tension, and he laughed. 

"I know princess.  That wasn't what I was struggling with actually.  I was thinking that for all of these years, you've had a father out there that might have been able to take care of you, wondering if he would have been a better option."

He killed me with that sentence, broke my heart wide open.  I heard Sabrina sniffling, and I knew he'd upset her, too.  Pushing him back, I grabbed his face in my hands.  "I don't care if Todd Rand is
as kind as
Jesus himself, my place was with you and I will
never
regret that.  You and Damien and Spencer gave Dominique and me an amazing life that I love more than I can
ever
tell you.  Things worked out the way they were supposed to.  This family was always the best option for me
,
Dante, the only option I'd ever have chosen if I'd been given the choice.  This changes nothing in my heart.  We were all meant to be together, meant to make up a
family that defied the odds.  I hope that Todd and Flynn are wonderful and that I can have relationships with both, but if they don't want to know me, I'm not going to be upset. I already have the perfect family for me, and since you're the head of this family, that's on you."

I'd not seen my brother so
unsure
before, but he pulled me in close and held me tight while he repeatedly cleared his throat and struggled not to cry.  After a minute
,
he pulled back and smiled down at me.  "You're right, we have a great family.  Now I just hope we can convince Dillon and Leah to join us."

I smiled at him, even though it scared me that my brothers were going to have another sister to love.  He cocked his head as he stared at me and then shook his head with the strangest look on his face.  "Delilah, I care about Leah already and I hope she's
wonderful
, but no matter what, you and Dominique will
always
be my babies.  You're telling me to calm down, but here you are scared for the same reason.  Now I get how silly the way I was feeling is.  No matter what Delilah, nothing will ever change between us.  It won't be any different than when Aunt Sandra, Sabrina, Brooke or Tally became part of the family.  We'll just be a bigger unit."

I loved that
,
and smiling, I told him so.  "This is why you're the best oldest brother in the whole world.  You always get me."

After giving me another hug and kiss, Dante and I went our separate ways.  When we got back to our bedroom, Spencer asked if I wanted to take a shower
,
and I said yes.  We sat on the shower bench next to each other after he had adjusted all of the
showerheads
, and for a few minutes all we did was enjoy the water as it rained down on us.  My man is a water baby who loves to be wet, and I love how many
showerheads
he had in all of his showers.  Knowing that I'll be using his showers for the rest of my life made me smile.  It was going to be like a spa day, every day.

After a few minutes
,
he stood up and started washing me from head to toe.  I soaked it up, letting him pa
m
per me.  It felt so good that I wanted to enjoy it for eons, so I did.  Once he was finished washing me, I watched like the voyeur that I am while he washed himself.  He looked so beautiful and sexy standing before me, the water sluicing over his body as he soaped himself.  My mouth started watering as I st
ared at his washboard abs and then switched to staring
at his V cut like it was the Mona Lisa. 

He wiggled his eyebrows at me when I looked up at him, and I responded by sitting forward and grasping his hardening length in my hand.  Letting out a groan, he pushed my hand back.  "Oh angel, I want nothing more than to love on you right now, but you need to rest."

I gave him a little glare.  "The doctor didn't say that, and I need you so much Spencer.  We can take it easy, but I need to feel you inside of me. I'm already wet baby.  I'm going to be in pain if you
don't
do something."

His cock said yes before his mouth did, pulsing in front of me hot and hard.  "Damn Delilah, you are dangerous to my self-control.  Stand up."

Jumping to my feet, I smiled at him while I watched him take his spot on the bench.  Reaching his arms out, he pulled me toward him, running his hands up and down my stomach before cupping my breasts and gently rubbing my super sensitive nipples.  I shivered from the feeling, loving the intensity.  

Pulling me forward, he helped me straddle him before holding his cock steady so that I could seat myself on him. 
I worked myself down slowly, wanting to keep my promise to him that we could take it easy.  I moaned when he filled me all the way up, loving the way I had to struggle every time to take him in, reveling in the feeling of being overly full.  Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close.  I ran my hands up and down his biceps as I gently rocked back and forth.  Leaning forward, I captured his mouth with mine.  We kissed like we loved, hot and full of passion, loving each other with our mouths and bodies.

I rode him as gently as I possibly could, pulling back to look into his eyes.  "I love you
,
Spencer Cross."

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