I Am Your Brother: Chap 25

The holidays came and went. Simone had turned two in December. Kendra's belly was a little fuller. She only had four months to go before her bundle of joy would arrive. It was early February when Kendra was chilling at the house. She heard the doorbell. She went to answer the door.

She looked at the tall woman. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back off her face into a ponytail. She smiled, "Are you Kendra Lyle?"

"Well, it's Landry now, how may I help you?"

The woman looked at Kendra's belly, "I see you have another little one on the way."

Kendra nodded, "Yes."

The woman nodded, "I'm Ingrid. Jon was my brother."

Kendra's head tilted, "Was?"

"Yes. unfortunately, he was killed in an accident trying to return to the United States."

Her eyes widened, "Wait. What?"

"May I?"

"Sure," she said as she stepped aside. The woman entered and surveyed the home.

"Your home is lovely."

Kendra smiled, "Thank you, come, have a seat."

They went to the living room. Kendra sat on the sofa and the woman next to her. She had a bag that was on the floor. She went inside and pulled out a box and a folder. "I had no idea Jon was seeing anyone besides that crazy woman Sara."

"Well, our romance was short-lived."

She showed Kendra the pictures that Jon had of the baby. Kendra was in disbelief. Ingrid sighed, "He got these from your online profile. He wanted to be a part of his daughter's life."

"I never stopped him. He chose not to."

"I think he regretted that choice. There are a lot of things you don't know about the man Coen that he was seeing."

"Coen? Wait."

"Yes. Coen was friends with Jon and Sara. They ran scams on people in more than ten countries. My brother wanted out of that life. But before he could turn things around, he got involved with Coen again. They wanted you to live with them abroad in London. My brother even purchased a flat for you all," she said showing her the pictures of the property and the keys.

It was a lot to take in. Kendra shook her head slowly, "I don't even know what to say."

"Sara ended up taking the blame for everything the three of them did. She committed suicide in prison but somehow, my brother's name was brought back into everything and he was in jail."

"So, he escaped and came back to the States to do what?"

"My guess is to see you and the baby. He knew Coen was with you. Have you seen Coen since then?"

"No. He left last year abruptly. I assumed he went back to Durban."

The baby started crying. Ingrid smiled, "May I?"

"Sure. I'll be right back." Kendra left and returned with Behati.

Ingrid looked at her. "She looks a lot like Jon. Those eyes. She gorgeous."

Kendra passed the baby to Ingrid. She held her. "Hello, little one. I'm your aunt Ingrid. I would love to teach you German."

Kendra smiled, "That would be amazing. I've been speaking to her in Xhosa and English of course."

"This little girl is going to be so smart. What is her name?"

"Behati."

****

Coen and his sister were in their mother's office. She was visibly upset. Coen stood firm on what he wanted, "She's my woman. You'll have to get used to seeing her."

She shook violently as she rose to her feet, "I have had to deal with losing your sister and her husband over the holidays...and now you stand here spouting off this foolishness. That child isn't even yours. This makes no sense, Coen."

He scoffed, "Lots of men raise children that aren't theirs."

"Yes. Mum. Dad raised me as if I were his own."

She pointed at her, "Don't encourage this. And you are our child."

"Yes. Legally. All I'm saying is it's not the worst thing in the world. For once, Coen is acting responsibly and attempting to settle down."

She grumbled, "You two are going to be the **** of me. I swear it. You will." She shook. She grabbed her heart.

Coen hurried to her, "Mum?"

She collapsed in his arms. She gasped for air and grabbed at her clothes. Coen looked to Corrine, "Quick get someone in here!"

He began life-saving measures until the paramedics arrived.

******

The doctor spoke with Coen and Corrine. They had done all they could do for the moment. She was stable and resting in her room. Corrine touched his shoulder, "Go home, see your beautiful woman. Make love to her. I'll stay and watch over Mum."

He hugged her, "Thank you. Call me if anything changes."

She nodded. She made sure he was gone before she called Freidrich, "Everything is going as planned. I'll see you shortly, my love."

Corrine sent out a quick message and then left the hospital. She walked to her car, opened the door, and got inside.

She remembered her last conversation with her mother after they buried her sister. Her mother cried profusely.

Corrine had no words. What could she say? **** was one of those weird things for her. She didn't even cry when her father died.

Her mother snapped, "And when will you make yourself more useful?"

"I think I have been plenty useful. Don't I do all of your dirty work while you save the good stuff for Annette? I suppose since she is no longer available...perhaps you can reserve the legal tasks for me."

Her mother slapped her face. "You spoiled little bicth. I could have left you to die in that orphanage."

"Perhaps you should have."

"You are ungrateful."

"No Mum, I'm not. I've always seen you for what you are. You're a tyrant. You only wanted another child because you wanted to create an army of minions to help you run your husband's goldmine. Unfortunately, Coen was wild and hard to control. You had Annette as your bright and shining star and you had me as your dirty little crook. Spying on the competition. Getting details on their research by any means necessary. Even if it meant fucking the top executives to get it."

"I never told you to do it that way."

"Ah yes...but you never told me not to either. As long as you have the information. Let's face it. If it weren't for me, this company would have sunk years ago after father died."

A horn blew. Corrine snapped back to reality. She started her car and left.

*****

Freidrich met her at the door. They kissed passionately, "Welcome home, my beautiful wife."

No one knew but the two of them. They wedded in secret. She ran her fingers through his lovely hair, "My handsome husband...we will have everything we want...and soon."

He touched her nose, "Are you sure we can't just kill him?"

She chuckled, "There's no need for that. I have him right where I want him. He'll agree to step down. We'll give him a sizeable payment of course. He can live in peace with his woman. And we'll have the company."

"I love the way you think."

He lifted her. They walked to the sofa. He sat. She fished his cock out and fed it into her hungry pussy and humped wildly. They panted and grunted as they pulled each other's hair.

He stood and bounced her. Her tiny body shook every time he slammed her down on the base of his cock. She cussed and squealed. His cock slipped out. He held it. She went to her knees and devoured it. She had a sweet sinister look on her face. He grunted. His cock sputtered cum into her mouth and she sucked every drop and swallowed.

"Open," he said.

Her lips parted. He smiled.

****

There was only a month left in her pregnancy, yet it didn't slow her down. Friday nights were still their couple's night and the four of them enjoyed spending time together. Chima rested on his back. Ashlyn was on his cock. Mark stuffed her backside.

She moaned loudly. This was no easy task. A lot of dick in both openings had her head spinning. But her friend encouraged her. Kendra stroked back the sweaty strands of hair and kissed her mouth, "You're okay, babe."

Ashlyn was in a daze, "Oh my God, fuck!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Mark groaned as he popped inside her ass.

"You want me to eat your pussy," Kendra asked.

"Um-hmm," she replied with a vigorous head nod.

Mark pulled out. Ashlyn rolled off Chima and lay back. Kendra surveyed her center. She was wide open. Three fingers played. Then she leaned over and kissed, sucked and licked.

Kendra felt pressure and her pussy was stuffed. She already knew. Chima slapped her ass and worked her from behind. He watched his dick slip and slide. He loved how her pussy lips clung to his cock with each thrust.

She pushed back on him. He held still and let her have her way. He felt her quiver, she uttered cusswords as her orgasm hit. He pulled her back and they ended up on their sides. He stroked slowly at first. He wanted her to cum again. He felt it when her pussy choked out his dick.

He kissed her back and exploded.

****

It was unfortunate. Their mother was gone. This left Coen in charge and he needed help running the company. Lucky for him, his sister Corrine found him the best second in command. A man named Freidrich Busscher.

The man who was not much older than Coen proved to be a gem. He was highly knowledgeable of company processes. Coen was able to take a little time off. He trusted Freidrich immensely.

Coen was at home enjoying a moment with Charlene. They lay in bed. Her belly was full. It was almost time. He smiled, "Will you have my child?" he asked sweetly.

"Yes," she replied.

He smiled, "I think we should go ahead and get married. You can invite your family and friends. We can get married in Mexico."

"Oh, I like that. A cruise wedding."

"Yes. we can do a cruise wedding."

He leaned in and kissed her mouth. He never imagined moving past his obsession for Kendra but Charlene was right up his alley. She was okay with certain things and she looked the other way at some things many would find horrible.

After a nice morning breakfast, Coen decided to pop into the office to check on things. This is when his eyes would be opened. He heard faint sounds of fucking going on in his office. Rather than open the door, he used the app on his phone to check the footage of what was happening, his sister being pounded by Freidrich on his desk.

He scratched his head. He went for a walk and when he returned to his office, he asked his sister to visit him. Moments later, she appeared looking refreshed, "Brother, I had no idea you were coming in today."

"I suppose that's why you were fucking Friedrich on my desk."

Her jaw dropped.

"Don't try to deny it. I have a camera in my office, Corrine."

She chuckled, "What can I say, brother? Friedrich is my husband."

"What?"

"Yes. we've been married for a couple of months."

He made a face, "Why all the secrecy?"

"Because. You were going through a lot. First Annette and her husband, then Mum. I didn't want to burden you with my issues."

"Issues. Marriage is not an issue. It's a happy occasion. Isn't it."

"It is. And I'm happy to tell you that your brother and I are happily married."

"I don't have any brothers."

Freidrich walked into the office, "You do. Your father fucked my mother and created me. He did an ex excellent job at concealing me from the public to protect his reputation."

Coen scoffed, "This is ridiculous."

"It's not. I have been DNA tested," Fred tossed the papers at him.

Coen caught them. He looked at the results and then threw it on the floor, "So what is this?"

"We want what's rightly ours. This company should go to someone who cares about it. Coen, you have never been interested in this stuff. Let Fred run his father—"

"This is my father's company!"

"Our father's company, and you're going to step aside...

"Or what?"

Corrine stepped close to him, "Or, everyone will know what happened to Jon and Sara. That was a nice trick making her **** look like a suicide. You are a clever little fuck aren't you."

"He is, isn't he."

Coen was stuck, "This is stupid."

Corrine sighed, "No, it's justice. And my brother, he rubbed his cock, Fred and I would like to join your bed."

"What, no."

"Yes, you will. Fred has been dying to taste your pretty brown woman. I told him that she tastes divine."

He gulped. His balls were in her hand. She squeezed, "I can't wait."

****

Meanwhile, Ingrid worked diligently to find anything to tie Coen to her brother's **** but she was unsuccessful. Word got to Corrine and Fred that Ingrid was attempting to stir up problems. So, they sent someone to scare her.

A man followed her home one night. He attacked her. She ended up in the hospital for a few days recovering from bruises.

From that moment, she decided, to let it go. She applied for a visa to live and work in the United States and was approved. Kendra and Mark gave her a place to stay.