Lost & Found Ch. 02

"Something on your mind, Case?" he inquired, Casey hearing the smile in his voice.

"I just wanted to be close to you, baby, just for a minute; do you mind?" she whispered.

"Never, Case, take as long as you want, it's kind of nice for me too!" said Robbie, stroking her hair

She grinned, kissed his chest, and pulled back, to look up at him. He looked back at her, complete trust, and something else, in his clear gaze.

"What is it, baby?" she asked, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Robbie sighed. "Tomorrow, Case, I have to tell Mom about you, about us. She's gonna be mad, I know, but I've got Joey and Karen to back us up, and she'll listen to me, but you're also going to have to do this all over again. I just don't know how many times you can do this without going out of your mind -- I can see what this is doing to you; say the word and we'll leave it be for now, let you get some of your balance back before you walk out there into the arena. How do you want to play this, Maximus?"

Casey grinned at the 'Gladiator' reference, and hugged him close again.

"It's OK, Robbie, if you're there with me, I can do it. Sarah's not like mom, and if she's angry, she has just cause, but she's not going to claw and maul me, I have that to be grateful for, and she adores you, so I'll be OK. Are you really sure we can do this by 'phone? I know if it were my son, I'd want to see him face to face when he tells me something like this!"

He looked thoughtful. "Good point, let me think about this tonight, maybe we can do it another way, let's talk in the morning, OK?" Casey nodded agreement, slipping in close for another hug, her hands around his waist, sliding down to grasp and squeeze his solid buttocks.

He grinned and began unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it out of her jeans and off her shoulders, admiring her slim shapely torso, her small but beautifully formed breasts confined inside her lacy white bra. He popped the button her of her jeans, sliding down the zipper, Casey wriggling to let them drop to the floor and daintily stepping out of them to stand before him in her skimpy, wispy, almost-there underwear.

Robbie gently pulled her closer, his head dipping down to kiss her, Casey responding, sliding her arms around his neck to hold him closer as she kissed him back passionately.

His hands slid up and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, unsnapping it, Casey pulling away for a second to undrape it from her and toss it aside. Still kissing her, his hands roamed down, cupping her shapely buttocks, pulling her in closer and sliding inside her panties to caress her naked skin.

She broke off their kiss to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and wriggling slightly to let them drop to the floor, standing naked in front of her sweet man.

Robbie admired her frankly, enjoying the lines of her body, lithe and sleek like a dancer, but also soft, properly curved, entirely feminine. He held out his hand to her and she came to him, kissing him once more, his hands roaming over her as he 'saw' her with his other senses, feeling her silky warmth, her soft perfume and the smell of her hair dancing in his nostrils, subtle, alive and tempting.

Casey held him close, feeling him grow against her, needing to feel his warmth, wanting him to know how much she wanted him. She ground herself lightly against him, the contact between her mound and his stiffening cock delightful, promising, making him groan softly and kiss her even more passionately and hold her more tightly against him. Casey rubbed her hand along the line of his erect cock, feeling it's solidity through his shorts, wanting to hold it. She broke off their kiss to kneel, sliding his shorts down, his rigid cock springing into view in front of her face. Taking hold of it and sliding her mouth over the end, she sucked gently as her tongue roamed over the velvety crown. Robbie groaned, steadying himself against her as her head bobbed over his manhood, her tongue rubbing and licking over the large, bell-shaped end as her cheeks hollowed with her suctioning, lowering the pressure, making him harder as he engorged even further.

"No Case..not...like...this!" he gasped out, Casey looked up in surprise, the sight of her looking up at him with her big gray-hazel eyes and long lashes as she fellated him nearly making him come there and then. He backed out of her mouth, handing her up and backing toward the bed.

"It's kind of a special day today, let's celebrate properly!" he explained, in response to her questioning look. Casey understood, smiling, letting him pilot her to the bed, to lie down and wait for him. He slid on the bed next to her, gathering her to him and kissing her again, gently, softly, making her feel wanted, and wanting him in return. Now Casey took the initiative, leaning over him to push him down, kissing him lightly, teasingly, soft feather-like kisses on his lips, his face, dodging his hands and smiling as she weaved around above him, delighting in his smile as she continued to gently tease him.

She kissed him down his chest, gently catching his nipples between her teeth, making him gasp with the sensation, kissing him on further down, to take hold of his straining penis, gently kissing and licking the shaft, licking around the bulbous purple head, tasting his lubricant as his need grew. Her lips slipped over the swollen head, closing and sealing over the shaft, and her head began a long, slow bobbing motion, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, the sensation delighting and stimulating him. Her tongue slid in and through the furrow in the end of his cock, jolts of pleasure blasting through him every time she did this, her hand pumping and squeezing in time to her movements. Robbie couldn't last long like this; the build-up of stimulating sensations, the sight of her beautiful face concentrating on sucking his cock, all were too much for him, and he could feel his sperm rising, that prickling, tensing sensation in back of his scrotum and at the juncture of his thighs warning him what was about to happen.

"Case, I...now...Oh God...!" he gasped, and Casey nodded, smiling and sucking harder, pumping him harder. With a deep, heartfelt groan as he lost control, Robbie felt his cock swell, jetting his sperm into the back of her throat. Casey kept sucking as jet after jet of hot spunk slammed into her mouth, swallowing as fast as he could ejaculate, pumping him to milk every last drop into her hungry mouth, until the flood subsided, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, licking him clean.

Robbie lay back, heart thudding and his chest rising and falling rapidly, Casey sliding up to lie next to him to gently stroke his face and brush his hair back from his forehead, kissing him lightly, before pulling herself tight into him, cuddling as close as she could get. Robbie turned to smile lazily at her. "How about you, Case, you got nothing out of that, let me..." Casey hushed him with a slim finger against his lips.

"Oh no, Robbie, I got a great deal from that! I got to kiss and hold and pleasure a very beautiful man indeed!"

"Even so...!" he said, turning to her, pulling her gently in to kiss her properly. As he did so, Casey felt his semi-flaccid cock twitch against her, a solid muscular twitch indicating that he wasn't finished just yet. She grinned happily -- just what kind of a monster had she created here?

As he kissed her, his hands roamed over her, caressing, squeezing, touching, holding, making her sigh and moan in expectation, his cock growing hard and solid against her. She reached out and took hold of his erect cock, feeling its muscular solidity, hot and smooth to the touch, throbbing with his pulse, Robbie sighing as her warm hands enfolded him. As she slowly pumped him, his finger slipped into her, gently caressing, exciting her, making her gasp out loud as he slid over her clitoris, warming her up, making her want him. She moved against him, her pumping hands matching the rhythm of his stroking, her thighs parting as she gave herself up completely.

Robbie moved over her, positioning himself, Casey guiding him until he was in position, then slowly sinking into her pussy as she pulled him into herself, her hiss of satisfaction loud in his ears, echoing his groan as the wet heat of her vulva enclosed him, beckoning him on, drawing him further into her. They moved slowly, almost languidly against each other, Casey meeting him stroke for stroke, lovers making love, not the excited coupling of attraction and lust, then stopping abruptly, Casey smiling at his look of concern. "It's all right sweetie, I'm OK, I just want you to do something else for me -- it'll be good, you'll like it, I promise!"

Robbie disengaged from her, kneeling up at her urging, and Casey turned around, getting on all fours in front of him, her open vulva in full view.

"Robbie, please, now..." she urged him, and now, instincts he didn't know he possessed coming to the fore, Robbie knelt up, aiming his penis at her and shuffling forward, Casey reaching behind to help him into her, until, with one thrust, he was able to slide into her again. Rhythm returned as he pumped, something making him reach forward to slide his hands around her ribcage to find her breasts and cup them, rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, pulling them into hard, rubbery little points as he pumped his cock into her.

Casey was gasping and sighing; from this angle she felt filled, his cock fit inside her like a hand in a glove, the dragging friction as he slid in and out of her completely out of this world. She rubbed her clitoris as he pumped her, speeding up until he was pounding into her, her gasps giving way to squeals and groans of excitement. At last, thrilled and stimulated beyond endurance, she climaxed, her vagina quivering and squeezing rhythmically along the length of his rigid cock, her muscles spasming and giving way so she dropped her shoulders and face onto the pillow. This position, and the sucking and squeezing of her convulsing vagina, made the constriction around his cock delightfully unbearable, and he came with a deep, guttural groan, sperm pumping deep into her, his orgasm setting off Casey again, her loud exclamation of fulfillment ringing in his ears as she came powerfully in an extended series of waves crashing through her body, her muscles spasming uncontrollably against him.

At last he finished emptying himself into her, and, finally sated, he collapsed next to her, looking at her to see her satisfied smile and touch her beautiful face with his fingertip, smiling all the while at her.

As Robbie and Casey slid their arms about each other, in desperate need of sleep as the afterglow took them, Joey and Karen lay together in the master bedroom with smiles on their faces.

"Now that was fucking hot!" murmured Joey, grinning as his hands roamed over Karen's slim, tight body, cupping her breasts as she ground against him. "Sister or not, Casey sure knows how to keep Robbie satisfied!"

"I know, I heard!" smiled Karen, arousal burning in her from the erotic soundtrack they'd just had played for them. "Now you come here, I've got something for you, too!"

She turned to him, her hands also working as she caressed and squeezed him, feeling him respond as she kissed and nibbled her way down his torso, working her way towards his steel-hard erection.

"Just lie back and enjoy this, baby, I'm gonna to rock your world!" she grinned, and Joey could only smile happily, and as he did, a sudden thought flashed through his conscious mind; whatever else he was, Robbie was obviously a quick learner...

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Casey woke early, alert and apprehensive at the thought of meeting Robbie's family. He remained still sound asleep, his slow, even breathing the only sound as she slid gently out of bed and rummaged quietly through the dresser drawer he'd given her, looking for some clean underwear. As she rooted around she found a flat wooden case tucked away at the back of the drawer. Intrigued, she pulled it out and flicked the catch. She looked inside and gasped, tears instantly gathering in her eyes, brimming over to spill down her cheeks, unable to tear her eyes away. Inside the case, padded with cotton balls, were a handful of battered and chewed cheap plastic toy soldiers, preserved as carefully as though they were priceless, fragile treasures, his babyhood toys, the only things he'd ever owned and could call his own. Seeing them brought crashing home again to Casey how little they'd ever given, or done or felt for their son and brother, how paltry was the existence they'd allowed him to lead that this was all he had to show for a lifetime among them. She leaned against the wall, and slid down to huddle against the wall, crying silently and bitterly for everything they'd done to him, and for giving him nothing, ever, and finally forcing him out without even a passing concern for his life and future. He really had been nothing to them; here was the proof...

"Casey, what's wrong, what happened?" came the soft, anxious query from Robbie as he climbed out of bed, kneeling down next to her as she lifted her tear-streaked face to him. Wordlessly she showed him the open case, the toy soldiers inside, and Robbie understood immediately, moving to hold her close as she cried with the guilt still echoing inside her, now refreshed by this poignant reminder of the burden of shame she bore.

"I'm sorry, Case, I don't know why I kept them, I meant to throw them away, I will if you want me to..." he began, and she jerked her head up to stare piercingly at him.

"NO, never let these go!" she gritted, "these are the only things we ever allowed you to have, you should keep them so you never forget how we treated you! This was unforgivable, and it always will be, so don't ever let these go, promise me!"

He looked at her, concern washing over him as he realised that she still had much to forgive herself for, that her emotional state was still fragile and only tenuously maintained, and that the planned trip to Morgan Hill may not be such a good idea.

"I...promise, Case, I'll keep them safe until you tell me it's OK to get rid of them. OK?"

She pulled him in close, still jarred by her discovery, and he gently took the case away from her and slid it under the bed, to put it somewhere more secure later on.

Robbie stood up and helped her stand, urging her back to bed, to lie next to him so he could hold her and make the tears go away, his presence eventually calming her. Casey lay in silence, wondering how she could ever make it up to him; give him back what he should have had as his right. She lay silently, listening to Robbie breathe next to her, taking comfort in his nearness. At last, she decided that sleep wasn't going to come, so she grabbed a quick shower and started breakfast.

When Joey and Karen came in for breakfast, Casey had already made pancakes, bacon, eggs and sausage patties, and there was a pot of coffee on. Joey smiled in happy anticipation. "Ah, the food of the Gods, thank you, Casey, thank you! This one's definitely a keeper, bro; Karen only lets me have muesli, Switzerland's Revenge -- it's like licking the floor of a parrot's cage, and she says it's good for me!"

Robbie grinned. "That's what you get for taking up with a health-freak; I tried to warn yoOOWW!"

"Serves you right, Robert Anderson, you asked for it, and there's more where that came from!" grinned Karen, one eyebrow raised in challenge as she dared him to say anything more.

"But that hurt!" protested Robbie, holding his shoulder.

Karen swatted him with a magazine.

"Oh stop crying, for such a big man you are such a little girl! Honestly, Robbie, I'm ashamed of you!" she grinned, watching his sweet smile as he held up his hands in surrender.

OK, OK, you're the boss!" he grinned.

Karen swatted him once more. "And don't you forget it! This is the way to treat him, Casey, let him know who's boss, It works on all the Anderson men...!" she trailed off with a meaningful nod at Joey, who tried to look innocent, loading his plate with forbidden sausage and bacon while he had the chance, following the Man Credo that's been true since the dawn of time; food eaten outside the home has no calories, and is always good for you...

Casey watched this by-play wistfully; she'd never had anyone to horseplay with, had never dreamed of doing it with Robbie, and she wished she knew how to join in, to play with Robbie and his family, realising how much she'd really missed-out on. Robbie saw her expression, and pulled her close to include her, tipping her nose to see her smile and be happy.

At last, everything was ready, and everyone sat down to breakfast, chatting about the plans for the day. Robbie had some news.

"Guys, we'll come home with you tomorrow, Casey and I want to tell Mom in person; it's the right thing to do. This means we'll have to tell Uncle Frank today, so we need to head Aunt Kat off before she detonates, then tell Mom tomorrow. It's not ideal, and it's not the way I wanted to do it, but it's the only way we can all be in the same place at the same time. Any objections?"

Nobody had, so after their meal they cleared up and headed out for Frank's place in Morgan Hill, near San Jose, Robbie putting a couple of packages in the trunk.

"For the twins..." he explained, cryptically

Joey had called ahead, letting his uncle know they were on the way, Sarah having already told him that Joey and Karen were in town and would stop by to see them, so he was expecting them at some point during the day. He was pleased that Robbie was also with them; the boy was usually working, and only managed to see Frank and his family at widely spaced intervals, although they talked all the time, so it would be a treat for the twins as well.

Robbie was also relieved to hear that Caitlin was out with her friends, shopping in Oakland, and not expected back until late afternoon, which made things a little less complicated just then.

When they arrived, Frank Novak was waiting in the yard for them with the twins, Moira and Morag, who immediately mobbed Robbie, two puppies attacking a mastiff, squealing and giggling as he hugged them in a crushing bear hug. Casey could see he adored them, and they him, while Frank watched with amused tolerance. Casey couldn't help but note his strong resemblance to Joey and Sarah, and the look of affection he gave Robbie as he greeted him.

Robbie introduced Casey quickly, informally, glossing-over her identity, something Frank noted but didn't pry into, and they all went in out of the sun.

After the usual inquiries about work and health, Robbie asked Frank if he could speak with him in private. Frank looked puzzled but acquiesced, and called him into the den, Casey hand in hand with Robbie.

"Sit down, please both of you" said Frank, sitting in an armchair and waiting for Robbie to speak.

"Uncle Frank, you know about what happened with my...family, my parents....and my sister. This is Casey, my sister. She's been looking for me all these years, and we found each other a couple of days ago, in Sacramento. She told me how it had been for her, and apologised for what she'd done. She's really been through the mill these last couple of days, so please, go easy on her, or at least give her a chance; Joey and Karen both accept her. They understand how it's been for her, what she's been through looking for me, and I'd like you and Aunt Kat, the girls, to accept her as well, for my sake..." Robbie trailed off, looking at Frank almost pleadingly.

Frank said nothing, merely looked in Robbie's eyes. One of the things he found so attractive about the boy was that he had no idea how to lie, he always told the truth, he was painfully honest, sometimes embarrassingly so, and if he believed this girl was the real deal, then Frank was prepared to go with him on that. However...