doctor?” Talon asks.
I shake my head. “No, I’m pretty sure this is morning sickness. I’m alright, I just need to relax for a few minutes. Drink some water and with any luck, go back to sleep.”
“You got it, angel.” Talon stands, holding his hands out for me to take them. I move slowly, afraid I’m going to make myself dizzy again. Both of them escort me to the tub and help me step in. I pull my t-shirt over my head and I hear hisses from both of them as they take in my nakedness.
I sit down gingerly in the tub and look back at both of them. What was once soft is now getting hard and I am comforted by the fact that my body still turns them on. Though there are no visible signs of pregnancy, they know what’s inside. I move past their cocks to their faces, both eager. “Come on,” I say quietly and they both step in.
Talon turns me, pressing my back to his front. Kyle looks at me, desperation to be held is playing in his eyes, but I can see worry. “It’s alright, I won’t break,” I reassure him and he turns, leaning against me. I put my head back on Talon’s shoulder and Kyle puts his head back on mine. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me. I soak up the warmth of the water and their bodies.
I can tell that Talon is hard as stone, pressing against my back, but there is nothing sexual charging the air.
When we climb out of the tub, I am quickly dried off, and I brush my teeth to get rid of the taste in my mouth before a clean t-shirt is pulled over my head. It’s one of Kyle’s. I can tell because it’s smaller. Talon’s shirts fall onto my thighs whereas Kyle’s, though still big on me, barely covers my sex.
The brushing of the t-shirt against my nipples makes them harden and ache. “Take the shirt off, please,” I groan. “It hurts.”
Kyle goes for the hem and pulls it over my head. “What hurts, baby girl?”
I want to cry, not because of the pain but because this is only the beginning of what’s to come. I’d felt the heaviness in my breasts a few days ago and brushed off the soreness caused by Talon’s all too eager mouth and fingers, but now reality sets in. “My nipples,” I whisper, hoping to avoid giving away the flood of reality running through me.
“What can we do?” Talon asks.
“Put me to bed. Cuddle with me,” I whisper back, still not trusting my voice.
They lead me into the bedroom and lay me down first. I roll towards Kyle’s side and Talon slides in behind me, then Kyle lies down gently.
After about ten minutes of cuddling I’ve finally mustered up the courage to ask a question that’s been bugging me for two days now. “Why won’t you touch me?”
I can feel them both stiffen around me. “We touch you all the time,” Kyle says stiffly as his hand rubs along my stomach.
“That’s not what I mean, and you both know it. You haven’t touched me since Thursday night and that was with a test we hadn’t seen. Since then, nothing. Do I turn you off now?” The tears threaten to spill over and I don’t care, I let them go.
Kyle turns to face me. Putting my face in his hands, his thumbs wipe away the tears. “We don’t want to hurt you,” he explains.
Frustration boils to the point of explosion. “I’m no different than I was on Thursday before we took that test.”
“It’s just, its different now,” Talon says behind me. I try to turn and Kyle releases my face.
“Why, because instead of wondering, which was okay, you know the truth and despite everything you’ve done and said, it’s all of a sudden not? That doesn’t make any sense.”
I sit up, a little too fast, but I recover quickly and slide out from under the covers, crawling to the end of the bed before I slide off. “Nothing’s changed, nothing will change, that’s what you both told me and now… now it seems as though it has.”
“Angel, please, calm down.”
“No Talon, I won’t. I need to
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