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Hadn't taken long to put away my things or show me the guest bedroom. I temporarily placed one of the bags in a closet. 

In other words, I hadn't actually
bothered
to put away my things.

Footsteps approached and I braced myself to meet his mother.

"Relax," he said. "She's only my mom."

His remark triggered a disturbing backflash:
'Relax and it'll be over in a few minutes.'
He'd held my wrists and prepared to...

"You okay, angel?" he presently asked, reaching for my hand.

I tried not to flinch and tilted to look outside. "Everything's fine. You have a beautiful house."

"My parents are lucky, aren't they?"

"And so are you, Brandon. You're
very
lucky."

He cracked a grin. "Some day this will be all ours."

I looked away and those haunting memories resumed:
Brandon seized my wrists with one hand and unzipped as he prepared his assault.

This assault resulted in pregnancy.

"Hello." His mother smiled warmly, delightfully interrupting my horrid recollections. She wore a yellow robe tied at the waist and her chestnut hair was wrapped in a bun. Probably in her mid-forties, she had pretty green eyes and crimson lips.

This nice, pretty, sunshiny woman had given birth to Brandon?

"So
you're
this cute Mia girl Brandon won't shut the hell up about," she said with an airy laugh.

The corner of my mouth raised to a half-grin. "It's—nice to meet you, Doris."

"You too, sweetie." She went to the stainless steel refrigerator, opened it and peered inside. "Y'all ate breakfast yet?"

"Yes, three hours ago. Now it's almost lunch time." Brandon winked at me knowingly. "You've slept in late.
Again
."

"You know I'm not in the mood to be picked on. Not this early." Doris rummaged in refrigerator shelves, drawers. "Not my fault I gotta take those pills. That's your father's fault."

Brandon snickered.

Doris plopped a pound of frozen bacon on the counter, took a knife and slit the package.

"Want some bacon?" he whispered.

"Sure." I shrugged.

"What are you two whispering about?" Doris jokingly asked.

"We want bacon," Brandon said. "And eggs. And sausage and toast and—"

"Hold your horsies." She got out two skillets, loaf of bread and sausage links.

He laughed again.

"Stop that, you little shit."

"I'm not a little shit anymore, Mom." His snickering continued. "I'm a whole foot taller than Dad."

"More like one inch." She dumped sausage links in a skillet and draped bacon in the second skillet where they sizzled.

"It's enough isn't it?" He stared at her, challenging.

"You always were an arrogant little
shit
, Brandon Michael." Doris shook her head as she cooked.

He slapped the table.

"Stop it!" Doris flipped the bacon, sharply pulling back her hand.

"Need help, Mom?"

"No."

Their playful banter died down.

I really liked Doris and her cool personality.

Doris tossed plates, forks and napkins on the table. There was bacon, eggs, sausage and slices of toast piled high with glasses of orange juice. God it looked amazing. After thanking Doris, I began to dig in.

I glanced at Brandon's plate, astonished he was almost finished.

Doris settled in a chair and took her time eating.

When everyone finished, Brandon gathered the dirty dishes in the sink and returned to his chair. His mother had her elbows on the table, hands folded beneath her chin as she stared.

"What?" Brandon asked.

"I was thinking about your brother. Tyler's supposed to stop by this weekend."

Brandon has a brother?

"Oh?" He arched his brows and shot me a glance.

"I'll be glad to see him. He's been so busy with the opening of his new office in Texas City."

"How old is Tyler?" I asked Doris. 

"Twenty-seven." Her eyes rounded. "I'm surprised you didn't already know that. Didn't Brandon tell you?"

"No."

He gawked out the window to avoid my angry glare.

"I didn't tell her," he muttered, sliding his gaze to Doris, "because I don't consider Tyler my brother. He's a fuckwad."

"That's enough, Brandon. Your brother hasn't done anything to deserve trash talk. You also know I don't like that kind of foul language in this house."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright I suppose." She sighed, turning to me. "How do you like the house so far? Has Brandon showed you around?"

"Yes, it's beautiful. Thank you for letting me stay here, Mrs. Levine."

"
Doris
. Mrs. Levine makes me sound ancient as a painting from the thirteenth century." Brief chortle.

She was so friendly and easy to get along with. Her bright personality reminded me of Brandon's good side, so maybe he inherited his
dark
side from his father. Brandon mentioned his father was never home, so I wouldn't get a chance to compare the two. Doris had cryptically blamed her pill habit on Brandon's father which
really
made me curious.

And what did Brandon have against his brother?

Tension brewed in the air and I wished someone would say
something
. I palmed my stomach to elicit the baby's gentle, soothing movements. When Brandon noticed, he lowered a hand to mine and together we palpated our baby's fluttering.

"Sorry I didn't tell you about Tyler," he said.

"Don't worry about it." Both of us directed our attention to my gut, which shimmied as my breakfast found its way to my son's taste buds.

"Aw," Doris said with a glazed look. "I can tell y'all are in love."

"
Mom.
"

"What? Anyhow, how long do you plan to stay?" she questioned me.

"Probably as long as I can." I met Brandon's gaze.

"Oh, that reminds me. Alicia's supposed to visit this weekend too." She regarded me. "Tyler always visits whenever Alicia's here."

"Who's Alicia?" I asked.

"Brandon's cousin. She's seventeen, lives in that one little town—um—Brookshire. I'm always forgettin' that name. Brookshire's about the size of a postage stamp."

Brandon nodded, still feeling my stomach.

"Y'all hear those coyotes this morning?" she asked, sitting back.

"How could we
not
hear?" he said. "Sounded like a pack of hell hounds fixing to charge through our backyard."

More laughter.

"Lil furry bastards kept waking me, an' here I'd taken a truck load of Valium last night."

"Mom, I told you not to take so many."

"Oh hush up. I'm just embellishin'."

I got up while holding my gut. It was getting harder to rise from a seated position and I couldn't imagine being in the ninth month. My baby was already gigantic, a possible inheritance from his tall father.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Lev—er, Doris. I need to take a shower." I lumbered into the hallway.

The sound of low voices stopped me. Though it was rude, I lurked near a corner to listen and was astounded by what I heard.

"Brandon, you didn't tell me she was
pregnant
. I think you need to explain yourself because I'm sitting here fixin' to have a damn stroke."

He cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Sorry."

"That's
it
?"

"What else is there to say?" Squeaking ensued as he scooted his chair and stood.

"Don't you think I deserve a better explanation than
that
? I'm allowing your girlfriend to live here knowing good and well you're gonna be havin' sex—"

"
Mom, shh
. Goddamn."

"Stop that cursing. Now
why
didn't you tell me? Answer me, damn it."

"What difference does it make? It's happened and there's nothing we can do. I'm happy, why can't you be? At least you're finally getting that grandkid you wanted."

She huffed. "I suppose—"

"Then shut up about it."

"Brandon!"

"Sorry."

"Rob's gonna kill me for letting her stay."

"Dad won't give a shit. He's not even here most of the time." His footsteps neared and I had to abandon their enlightening conversation.

Upstairs, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. A shower stall awaited my filth but I no longer felt like showering.

Maybe I'd let myself rot.

Why didn't you tell her? Now your mom doesn't want me here. Thanks a lot. Are you ashamed of me because I'm pregnant?

My face reddened with surging tears. Dumb crying over such a minor thing, yet couldn't stop sniveling. Perhaps I could blame the parade of hormones.

I jumped when someone banged the door.

"Mia, you in there?" Brandon asked.

"What do you want?" I glowered at my reflection.

"Nothing really." Short hesitation. "You okay? You sound pissed off."

I wrenched open the door and he appeared.

"Why didn't you tell your mom about me? Are you ashamed?"

"Why the hell would I be ashamed? I'm proud of you and proud you're having our son. I just forgot. Don't read any more into it."

"How could you forget?"

"It happens, Mia. Don't be so—hormonal." He gave a boyish grin, then lowered to peck my lips. He brushed away my tears and kissed me a second and third time. I tried hard not to melt beneath those feathery kisses.

Brandon started to leave. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell her. Okay?"

"Whatever." I closed the bathroom door and heard a long sigh.

"I definitely better remember to take my pills today," he muttered.

Yeah, you'd better.

I rotated the chrome shower knobs and the overhead faucet sprayed. Steam coated the glass enclosure. Stepping out of my clothes, I entered and basked underneath the jets. Mist created a safety shield from the outside world. If I imagined disappearing, after a while I could trick my mind into believing it.

I lathered my messy pile of hair, tilting back to let scalding drops rain on my neck, breasts and stomach.

Locked within my newly relaxed state, I didn't scream when a slippery set of hands enclosed my waist from behind. I kept my head tilted. His hands slid to my breasts to caress my nipples.

Sudsy water streamed down my stomach as he nibbled the nape of my neck and drifted to my shoulder. His lips went to my earlobe, tongue stroking.

His mouth warmed my ear as he asked, "Does this feel good? Hm? I'll do anything for you. I only want to please you." His fingertips dabbed and pinched the tips of my breasts so the nipples enlarged, became engorged. Tiny areola glands bubbled while he furiously toyed, teased.

"Feel good enough, my angel?" On and on those fingertips played, lengthening my nipples. He quit just as I reached the climactic edge, then he spun me by the shoulder and knelt. Rising until his lips met my right breast, he extended the tip of his tongue and inched it to the rigid wet bead.

His tongue tip grazed it and he quickly withdrew, driving me
insane
.

"Before I suck your nipple and get you off, I want you to tell me whether or not you're enjoying this."

"Yes, I'm enjoying it. Please."

"Hm? Please what?" His tongue swept his upper lip.

"Keep going. Don't stop."

"As you wish." Out came his curling tongue, easing slowly,
slowly, slowly
to tap my nipple.
Once
. I wanted to screech, strike him until he finished what he'd started.

Brandon's tongue circled my areola, evading the nipple, torturing me on purpose by avoiding that damn center. My entire body pounded with arousal, clit aching.

When his tongue tip nudged the nipple, thousands of sensations burst forth and tightened my pussy. His tongue manipulated the outer portion and flicked the erect center in repeated, rapid-fire fashion. Each flit brought me closer to full gratification.

He whined from extreme arousal, cock broad and ready. Whenever his erection jolted, dew formed on the tip and seeped like a series of mini climaxes. Finally he grabbed his cock and started jerking, managing to devour my nipple at the same time.

His lips shaped an O as he latched on my breast and nursed in a
suck-pause-suck
rhythm. This stimulation thrust me to a feverish pitch and the ascension came faster and faster as Brandon's suction strengthened.

I came. Resulting euphoria intoxicated me.

A second orgasm seized my pussy, its grip as powerful as the first. Brandon stopped masturbating. Lowering, he separated my vulva lips, pushed his tongue against the clitoris to intensify my orgasm... juices squirted to his probing, massaging tongue as he eagerly feasted, desperate to consume every trace. Supreme ecstasy raged through
every inch
of my body.

Brandon continued pleasuring himself.

"
Ah, ah, oh yeahhh
," he cried, convulsed as his cock pumped cum and wads of pale ejaculate struck my belly and toes. Bracing one knee on the shower floor, he squeezed out the remaining cum.

As he crouched, Brandon ran his hand up my thigh to grope my rear. He raised, slid his tanned arms behind my shoulders and his lips passionately found mine.

He stole my hand as we gradually, gradually kissed our way to the bedroom, where Brandon lowered me to the bed and slipped between my legs.

Upon pressing his flat stomach to my larger one, extra pressure made me uncomfortable. Seeing this, he took hold of my arm and flipped me so he could spoon me.

"This way I won't crush your stomach." He guided my thigh above his, coaxed me forward and steered his cock into my vagina, instantly swaying me with his furious motions.

As his bicep bulged and strained, his heavy arm cradled my belly while he thrashed me with his boner, going after me as if possessed. As if wanting to
consume
.

I lay in shock and wondered if he'd ever get tired, though our sex was extraordinary. His hard-on shoved in and shoved me to the limit, launching in and out in speedy, pleasing succession. These launches lifted the lowest portion of my pregnant belly.