A New Life: Chapter 24

They called it a little slice of heaven. She was in one of the large bedrooms. She stared out at the trees that went on for miles. She was away from everything yet close to everything. She took a deep breath. The air was fresh. She had not slowed down enough in the past to enjoy nature.

The bedroom door opened. Corrine walked in with a tray, "Hello beautiful. I have your breakfast."

Charlene walked to the table for two that was set up in her room. She sat. Corrine joined her. "You are in a pleasant mood. Feeling better?"

She nodded. They **** her to write a letter to Mark saying she was taking a sabbatical. After two weeks of being treated like royalty other than being held against her will...she began enjoying her stay. After all, it was better than the alternative of being killed.

Corrine smiled, "I'm glad you're here."

Charlene sipped her juice. The last few days with Corrine were unexpected as they took on a more intimate turn. She never imagined having a woman touch her in such a way. "So, how long will you keep me here?" she asked.

Corrine paused, "It depends." She smiled, "Although, I was hoping that after the last few nights, you'd want to stay indefinitely."

"I don't think your brother likes me."

"He's a big softy. Eventually, he'll come to get used to you. He...we must trust that you're with us. Are you with us?"

Charlene nodded, "I am."

"Good. I love having you hear and if I want you here, my brother will not harm you."

"Well, what is he going to do about Kendra?"

Corrine sighed, "He must know that is a lost cause. But my pretty, if you can make him forget all about her, I'm sure he would loosen the reigns. What do you think?"

Her eyebrows lifted, "I don't know. I don't date white men. I like my men packing if you know what I mean."

Corrine chuckled, "My brother won't disappoint."

She sucked her teeth. "Um, I don't know."

"Corrine reached for her hand, "Do this. For us."

Charlene nodded.

******

Corrine entered a code to leave the room. There was also a keypad on the outside of the door. She took a deep breath. Her plans had suddenly shifted. As she stood by the door lost in thought, her cell phone sounded. A message from Friedrich, "How are things progressing?"

"Quite well. I have another plan in the works."

He replied with three question marks. But she saw Coen approaching. She put her phone away, "Coen. How are you?"

He eyed her, "How long do you plan to keep her here as your fuck toy?"

Her hand caressed his chest, "For as long as I like. Maybe the two of us could share her."

He grabbed her hand, "What is your obsession with trying to fuck me again?" he asked.

The first time was an accident. He was so drunk. His father had just passed, and he and Corrine comforted each other. He vowed it would never happen again. Yet, she insisted on touching questionably. He was into a lot of freaky shit but not intentionally fucking his sister.

"Aren't I pretty?"

He sucked his teeth, "We're related. Now, stop."

"I like her," she said with a pout, "she likes you."

He scoffed, "Bullshit."

"She told me. Maybe you should try being nice to her. She could be useful."

Coen rubbed his chin, "Mum wants to see you at the office today."

She nodded, "I'll go straight away." She entered the code for him, and the door opened.

Coen stepped inside and saw Charlene wearing a pretty pink dress that showed off her legs. Charlene smiled, "Good morning."

"Good morning. I hope you enjoyed your breakfast."

"I did. The cook is amazing."

"Thank you. I appreciate your compliment."

Her eyebrows lifted, "You cook?"

"I do."

"Amazing. I love a man that can cook."

He approached her as she stood by the window. His eyes fell upon her. She was older than Kendra, yet a beauty. His hand touched her chin, "You're pretty."

"Thank you."

"I know it must have troubled you to see me kill that man—"

"Man?"

He nodded, "I see you understand."

"I have nothing to do with that. I know how to play my position." Her hand cupped his bulge. Her left eyebrow lifted, "Nice."

He licked his lips, "You are very tempting," he said as his hand touched her thigh and traveled up to her ass. His heart pounded in his chest. His cock throbbed. His cell phone sounded. He looked at the urgent message from work and grunted. "we'll continue this upon my return," he said assuredly.

****

He lived in a flat about an hour away. When she arrived, he was standing in the living room staring out at the city. Her hands caressed his ridiculously chiseled chest as her head rested on his back. He smiled, "So, what's this new plan?" he asked with deep curiosity.

They had spent several years trying to find ways to make Coen fall into her trap. Yet, Coen saw her as his sister even though they weren't blood-related.

Corrine was adopted as a baby. His mother wanted more children but couldn't get pregnant. Coen assumed that it was just him, his older sister, and Corrine. He never knew about his half-brother Friedrich who was several months older than him.

Friedrich grew up on the rough side of town and had to scrape by living with his single mother who went from one bad relationship to the next. Even when Friedrich was older and confronted his biological father, he didn't claim him which left him scarred.

Yet, he saw the pretty Corrine. There was something about her that fascinated him. She got tired of not feeling like she was fully accepted by her father. She decided to help Friedrich devise a plan to take over the family fortune.

He turned to her with his piercing hazel eyes. She smiled, "It's simple. The woman he accidentally kidnapped. He will fall in love with her."

"How. Doesn't she want to go home?"

"She has nothing to return to. Her ex is married to the woman Coen wanted for himself. She's pregnant by some married man who lives in Georgia back in The States. Her life is fucked. What we're offering is far more attractive."

Friedrich nodded, "So, she is an accomplice to our plan?"

"Yes. a Very willing accomplice."

"You my beauty are a genius." He lifted her.

She squealed joyfully. She touched her lips to his. He walked over to the sofa and laid her down. His hands moved quickly to fish out his love stick. He ripped off the G-string she wore and pushed into her moist opening.

"Ah, yes, yes," she moaned.

He moved rapidly and thrust with vigor causing her slim body to rattle. Her hands were in his luscious hair, "yes, yes, yes," she continued to moan.

*****

After spending two weeks traveling Europe, Kendra, and Mark returned to Florida. It was time to return to reality. The reality was that they had a family to take care of. Especially since Charlene informed Mark that she was taking a mental health break from everyone.

Kendra thought it was a good idea for Charlene to take time away. She needed time to get her mind right. Meanwhile, she got to take care of the kids which was a blessing to her.

After Mark went to work that nice fall day, Kendra looked online at companies that did Christmas decorations. She didn't want to take the chance of trying to get on a ladder while her belly was growing. The fall could have been bad for both her and the baby.

The doorbell sounded, she got up and smiled when she saw him, "Hey, you, come in," she said to Chima.

"I heard you two were back."

"Yes, we got back yesterday evening."

"You look good. Rested. You two had fun. I saw the pictures online."

She took a deep breath, "It was so beautiful."

He stood in front of her covering her with sweet eyes. "I take it you came over here to do more than discuss the great time Mark and I had on our honeymoon."

"I'd be lying if I said anything contrary," he pulled her close. His hand touched her little round belly. He smiled at the thought of the life inside her belly that was created by him. He felt it in his gut. They kissed sweetly. In the excitement, their clothes were strewn about the floor. He sat on the sofa, she stared into his brown eyes.

Up and down his pole she travelled with sheer desire. He felt her walls hugging his cock. She moaned in delight. He cupped her cupped her large breasts and licked her nipples. After she climaxed. She stood. He stood. They kissed sweetly. She turned and bent over; he pressed his way inside. His hands grabbed the meaty part of her ass cheeks and he worked diligently until he exploded.

He pulled out. His dick dripped. Her pussy leaked. She turned to him. No words were spoken. They kissed again. He touched his forehead to hers, "One more time before I go?"

She chuckled, "Do you have one more left?"

"You know I do."

She went to her knees. Her mouth opened. He slid in, and after a while, he was stiff again. He helped her to her feet. She bent over once more. he pressed into her. They moan in unison. Her eyes closed. Every stroke was delightful. He missed her. She missed him. They felt perfect when they were together.

*****

Three nights in a row. He visited her room. Surprisingly, that white man wore her out and his skill for licking the kitty was like none she had ever experienced. Her legs were spread wide. She had a fist full of his hair. "Oh god, fuck!" she exclaimed.

He wiped his chin. His dick slid into her wet opening. He unleashed a serious pounding. Her body shuddered. After he erupted, he lay next to her. She turned to him, "Damn, that was amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said as he touched her nose.

She rubbed his chest, "Do you think maybe we can visit The States for the holidays? I'm sure my family will want to see me."

Thanksgiving was days away and even though he didn't celebrate it, he knew that it was big in the United States. Yet, he was **** to go back to the place where he did so much damage. She touched his face, "I promise I won't say anything."

"How do I know I can truly trust you?" he asked.

"Give me a test."

He smirked. He wondered if she was truly down. If she was maybe he could trust her. "Would you let me share you with a friend?"

"That's it?" she asked as if it was nothing. She was no stranger to threesomes.

"But there's a catch."

"What's the catch?"

"I'm pansexual. Sometimes I like to give but I also like to receive."

Her mouth fell open, "Oh."

"Are you okay with that?"

She nodded, "Yes."

When she made that commitment, she wasn't expecting him to cash in so soon. The next morning, she opened her eyes and saw another man in the room lying in the bed. Coen had his lips around the man's long cock.

She watched frozen. Then the man said, "Hello gorgeous, come sit on my face."

She did as he requested. She rode his face feeling sheer pleasure as she watched Coen taste the man's cock. When he saw her eyes roll, he knew she was locked in.

Charlene was in heaven. He smiled. He eased up until; he was close to her face. He kissed her mouth and then said, "Good girl."

****

Later that morning, Corrine visited her brother. He was by the poolside with Charlene. "Well, look at the two of you," she commented as she witnessed them all cozy on a lounger.

"Hello sister," he said as he rose to his feet to greet her, "I'm going to make myself a drink. Would you like one?"

"Sure," she replied. She waited until he went inside. She sat next to Charlene, "Very nice. You're not a prisoner."

Charlene smiled, "You were right...about everything. He did not disappoint."

Corrine nodded, "Good for you."

"We're going to the States tomorrow morning."

Corrine was shocked that Coen was on board with going back to the USA after everything. "Has he mentioned anything about...you know who?"

"Girl, no. I got him so wrapped up in this cocoa, that he hasn't had a chance to think about her."

Corrine grinned, "Sounds delightful."

"At first, I was only doing this to see if I could get away but I like it here. I can do this. I love being spoiled."

Coen returned with drinks, "Here you are, sister," he said as he handed her a drink. He gave a virgin frozen drink to Charlene. He sipped on his whiskey. "How's your drink my sweetheart?" he asked her.

"Umm, so good. Just like everything you do."

He blushed.

Corrine sighed inside, "Well, I should get going."

*****

After weeks of waiting, her brother's body was given to her. His funeral only had a few people in attendance.

Everyone left after his body was lowered to the ground. Yet, she was still there staring at the rectangular hole. He had been absent for several years, but they kept in touch via phone calls and video messaging.

He was gone. She turned to walk and was confronted by a man. She recognized his face. He was Jon's lawyer, "Hi, what are you doing here?" she asked him.

"Jon told me that if anything ever happened to him, to give you this," he said as he handed her a folder.

She opened it and saw the beautiful pictures of a baby girl. The eyes. She smiled, "Is this Jon's baby?"

He nodded, "He was dating an American girl in Florida before he was deported."

"He never told me."

"He was going through a lot. There was a lot of stress, and the last episode cost him his life."

She nodded, "Sneaking back into the United States. Honestly, I've never known Jon to be that foolish."

"He had his reasons. See that his daughter receives that key."

She touched the shiny silver key; it belonged to a safety deposit box where Jon kept some fine jewels and money stashed.

"I will go and see my little niece."

*****

It was the day before Thanksgiving. The kids were out of school. They were in their rooms resting peacefully. Kendra and Mark were busy bumping uglies under the soft white comforter. He hovered over her and stroked slowly.

He felt her walls collapsing on his cock. He grunted, "Aghhhh." He was close. He felt it building up. He moved a little faster and pressed deep and hummed.

The perfect start to their morning.

After a hot steamy session, they took a shower. They talked about their plan to have dinner at Chima and Ashlyn's house.

After their shower, they were dressed for a casual day. They went to the kitchen. As Kendra prepared breakfast, Mark sat on the sofa with the baby. Carly came in and took her.

The doorbell rang. Michael ran toward the door, "I'll get it." His eyes widened as he looked at the monitor, "It's mom." He opened the door and fell into her arms, "Mom!"

Mark stood, "Charlene?" She looked fabulous. She was dressed in designer gear from head to toe.

She walked into the house, "I am still welcome?" she asked sarcastically.

Kendra walked into the living room. "Charlene, hi."

She nodded. Then she looked at her daughter. "Carly, aren't you going to give your mama a hug?"

Carly walked over to her. She was still holding the baby. So, she kissed her mother's cheek, "Welcome back."

"Well, I'm not back, back. I'm just here for a few days. And then I'm leaving again."

"Where have you been?" asked Mark.

"Out of the country. Enjoying life."

"That sounds exciting," said Kendra, "we're about to have breakfast. You're more than welcome to stay."

"Sure."