Say nothing, do nothing

Obeying her is indeed easier. It may be her angelic appearance, it may be the trauma of seeing your father's ****, but you don't have the strength to oppose her, to even say anything to the others, to look them in the eye. You can only look at Lily's hand, it feels so soft, her fingers so gentle, her push so maternal. As you leave with her, the lawyers enter the room to finish the technicalities of the deal, but you two just get away without opposition. It felt so right to obey her, to just forget the terrible thing you just saw and let her save you. She always knows what to do. Her voice comforts you. "I'm sorry Mark... I'm so sorry you had to see that... I promise you, no more evil shall ever touch you... You will be safe. You are safe."

She tells you that, and you believe her.

Her hand carries you outside, where a large and expensive car awaits you, feminine black: Evelyn's car. A security woman opens the door and the good Doctor welcomes you inside. "Mark, you made it!" Her hands surround your face, kissing you with needy lips. She cannot even wait for you to fully enter the vehicle, getting into a really uncomfortable position for both of you. But there is nothing about those lips that could ever be uncomfortable, Nor is it the warmth of her feminine body.

It takes her a while to realise she is actually impeding you from entering and that someone else is here. "Oh sorry, Lily" she says, moving into a more respectable position, inside the car.

Your angel, as always, only has a heart for forgiveness. "Please, don't be shy on my behalf." She says as she enters after you. She sits opposite to the both of you, a big and sincere smile on her face. One couch only for her "Kisses are for celebration after all... and we do have a lot to celebrate... Go on, kiss."

You look at Evelyn by your side and realise that your hands are intertwined, like only the hands of lovers can get. Her lips are perpetually half open, a sign of wanton and desire, and her eyes are shiny and predatory. She wants you, and you are a gif wrapped for her, a dinner already on the table. You kiss her, under your sister's approval and she melts around you in a cloud of moans. At one moment you look at Lily amidst the kissing and she is staring at you intensely, her breathing just a bit more intense than usual.

Your urges get under some sort of control eventually and Evelyn lets you breathe for the rest of the journey. You didn't even realised that the car was already on the move, but Lily tells you that you have a long ride ahead, that you can get confortable and rest, even sleep a little. Each time you look at her, she only smiles, happy for your own happiness.

But slowly, the dark thought of what you saw in that room returns.

"What happens now?" You end up asking.

"Now your new life begins." Says Evelyn, her hand still entangled with yours. "You will no longer have to wear that maid dress... Well maybe in some special night, but... well I meant..."

"She means that you will never have to work or suffer again. Your future is now secured." says Lily as she looks at you fondly. "We did it, brother. I saved you from the streets and now I have saved you from those evil women. We will live in Evelyn's house for a while, until all things get properly settled."

"Oh, I can wait to show you my room." Evelyn purrs, getting closer again.

"She means her bed." Says Lily with a wicked smile.

"Do you have no shame?" Says the doctor.

"Oh, not the slightest bit." Lily smile grows even bigger as she speaks. "And you should have none too. Mark here deserves to be happy, he deserves to be pampered and nurtured by his new mommy and his girlfriend. I will make sure of it... Of course his cock is included in that deal. So go on... Pamper him."

Evelyn's shyness is indeed short-lived. You can't react in time and you have trouble following the actual succession of events. Soon, your cock is in display for the eyes of both women. Evelyn gives it a long and slow lick, from the very bottom to the tip, a finger pokes your balls, she is completely unashamed of the act.

Lily does not judge her. She only has eyes for you.

The doctor's folds feel so warm and cozy when she gets into position, descending slowly. She moans a distorted cry as your cock enters her, she feels so warm, so right. As she begins to ride you, she hugs you, kissing and bitting your neck. Behind her increasedly messy hairs, you see Lily: her eyes on you both, following the rhythm of her riding, almost supervising it. At some point, she opens her legs, revealing soaked panties and stained legs. One of her hands moves there, to calm her fire, to try to. The other hand moves to her overflowing bosom. It doesn't take long for it to be exposed, falling so perfectly over her tummy, like bags of nurturing life, attached to your angel. She moans as you moan, a single tear falls from her left eye. Evelyn rides you harder and harder, her legs shake in unexpected orgasm. Lily pinches her nipple, and you think you see a trail of milk fall from her. You pump the good doctor full of cum.

Hours later, you are in Evelyn's bedchambers, the copious fucking has become a blur in your memory. How many times by now? You can't hardly tell. She rides you again, with the same need, the same energy and lust. Lily is there too, naked in all her fleshy glory. She observes from a certain distance and no longer touches herself. She has taken your left hand with both of hers. She doesn't do anything nasty with it, just keeps it close to her heart amidst the warmth of her bosom, as a boy would hold a love letter. The trace of a tear disturbs the beauty of her face.

Evelyn takes your other hand and carries it up across her sweaty tummy and to her own shinning bosom. She holds it there, her own tears falling.

"Mark, would you..." She moans in ecstasy. "Would you be my husband?"

For one last time, you are left without breath. This beautiful, smart and successful woman wants you as her husband. She has asked you with the same serious tone in which women speak on in the movies, her sound carries the air of a dream. Her voice trembled as she asked the question and her heart is on hold until it gets your answer.

Lily whispers in your ear. "Go on brother, don't make her suffer, say yes."

"Y... Yes!"

She falls upon you, a mess of fingers and smooches. You feel the pumping of her heart resonating with yours. "Turn her over." You hear your sister say. "Give her all."

You do as she says and soon it is you who is fucking Evelyn in her own bed. She trembles under you, close to suffocation, melting over her own bedsheets. Her pussy feels so welcoming, so ready to take you.

"I told you I would make you happy." The whispers of Lily sound closer, her voice is so wholesome and candid. Her hands caress your chest, tracing the spells of her forbidden lust, her lips kiss your neck, leaving marks of her intoxicating scent. Her breast are smashed against your back, they feel so soft and big. She moves her own hips in synchronism with yours, setting the pace of your efforts, directing you to your goal. "Go on, brother... You are doing it so well... Pump her, show her how much of a healthy boy you are, that you drink you milk every day. Pum her full... do it... for me."

Evelyn screams, you paint her interiors with white spunks. Lily hugs you closer. "Mommy is so proud of you." You cum inside your fiancee, filling her with copious seed. You hear her cry and moan beneath you, but Lily doesn't let you fall. She would never let you fall.

Time seems to skip ahead a second time. The sweat of Evelyn surrounds you, sticking your face to her belly. You feel the slow calm as it returns to her breathing. Lily speaks away from you for the first time in centuries. "I would leave you two some time alone. You deserve it." You hear the door close soon after. When silence comes you hear the sounds of traffic, and city life in the distance. You look at the window and see the silhouette of the skycrapers. You are in one, forty floors above the ground. Will it be scary to look down?

"I think we need a shower." Evelyn says a while later, still drowned in the torpor of a good fuck. "I don't have a bathtub here... Lily told me you..."

"No... shower is fine."

"That's... That's great..." She sounds so calm and in peace. She wants to be here, she wants yo be with you. "Would you join me in my shower... My future husband?"

Something bubbly and fuzzy awakes inside you, images of wedding dresses and corny songs, a green field, a sunny clean day. "Sure... My future wife."

For a while you are silent under the water, looking, touching each other, only tentatively. The burning lust is gone, a warm calm remains. "I'm sorry this had to be so fast... I... I was supposed to wait a little more, but I was so happy to see you, you looked so... but you said yes... I was afraid... but you said yes... This must be so strange to you, so sudden."

"No it's..." You try to articulate the words, but you were never good at that. "Lily did... When she called us all in mom's chambers, she... She sounded cruel..."

"She is a determined woman. She only shows her sweet face to you, but in order to protect you, she would do anything... I know only a part, she... She had a plan from the beginning. She always gets what she plans for..." Her face gets crosses by the shadow of guilt. "I know she played the tape... your father's... Was it...?"

"It was... hard... To see that."

A glimpse of fear crosses her eyes. "I can only imagine... I.. Mark I know she has said this already but I want to make a promise of my own... now that we are alone... I actually care about you, I mean it... I WILL protect you..."

"I know you w..."

"...Even from her." That takes you by surprise. Why would she said that? Why would she protect you from Lily? Her next question feels heavier, it carries the gust of a plea. "Tell me, Mark, now that she is not here to listen... Are you really happy with this? Are you really happy... with me?"