Love and Lust Pt. 03

Their lips met and Brooklyn felt Jennifer's tongue seeking entrance. She gave it and their kiss deepened. This wasn't simply a kiss of foreplay. This was a kiss of passion and caring. Brooklyn pushed herself to be on top and took her turn kissing and biting her lover's neck and then moving down to her perfect breasts. But it wasn't enough. She needed this woman more now than she ever had. She wanted to consume her, to drink her in. Despite clinging tightly together, it felt like she couldn't be close enough, couldn't have her as close as she wanted to. Quickly, Brooklyn slid down the redhead's body to where her mouth hovered over the woman's pussy. Usually it was always better to tease and build the anticipation, but she couldn't hold herself back and pressed her mouth and nose deeply into the opening vagina.

"Aaahh!" Jennifer groaned loudly, snaking her fingers into Brooklyn's thick locks. Brooklyn had to back out slightly to catch her breath, such was the beating of her heart, depleting all the oxygen from her blood. Brooklyn returned her face to the pussy's slit and pressed her tongue as far as she could into the older girls' opening, drawing another moan of pleasure from her lover.

Hearing the older girl's cries only further fueled her fire, Brooklyn realized, feeling the Jennifer's taunt body flex and spasm around her. For the first time in weeks, Brooklyn felt her mind quiet, the nagging doubts melting away like butter left too long in the microwave . This woman made her feel alive like no one else had. Jennifer's hands were suddenly pulling her hair, almost to the point of being painful, pulling Brooklyn's face further into her core.

Brooklyn felt the older girl's vaginal muscles twitch against her tongue, Jennifer's body convulsing as she came. Brooklyn felt an excited thrill at the powerful orgasm that she had just been able to give to her girlfriend. Jennifer's body went limp, but her breathing remained rapid.

"No, no, no," Jennifer said quickly as Brooklyn tongued the older girl's sensitive clit. "I can't—ahh!"

Brooklyn smiled to herself, enjoying the ability to tease and torture her girlfriend. Each flick of her tongue caused Jennifer's body to jerk as she cried out. Jennifer finally pushed her away enough to close her legs, but instead of lying prone to catch her breath, Brooklyn was surprised when the older girl moved down on the bed so that they were again face-to-face. They resumed their needing kiss, sharing the taste of the redhead's nectar.

"My turn," Jennifer announced as she pulled away from the kiss. She then turned Brooklyn to her side, returning to the spooning position they'd assumed last night.

Brooklyn felt Jennifer's hands roam over the front of her body, caressing and pressing the flesh of her breasts. One of the roaming hands moved below her waist and cupped her pussy, the middle finger pressing itself deeply into an already wet entrance. The sensation caused Brooklyn to gasp, but at the same time Jennifer's lips found the back of her neck again and the older girl began to suck.

It only took moments for Jennifer's expert fingers to bring her to orgasm, and like Brooklyn had done only moments ago, she continued her ministrations despite the exploding sensitivity Brooklyn felt. Jennifer buried two fingers deep into her center, pressing hard against her clit with each up-stroke. Combined with the love bite Jennifer was mercilessly giving to her neck, Brooklyn let out a wail of a cry and tried to escape the older girl's clutches.

"Jen," she panted, "what are you doing to—ahhh," Brooklyn cried again as Jennifer painfully squeezed her nipple.

It wasn't long, however, and Brooklyn felt her desire building again. She was going to cum again. Brooklyn slammed her own hand on top of Jennifer's, gripping it with all her strength as she began to cum again. Bloody hell this woman knew how to make her feel things she didn't even know were possible.

"That was fun," laughed Jennifer, shifting into a sitting position, a wide and happy smile on her face. She reached over and retrieved the discarded mobile. "Hmm," she sounded through closed lips, "Looks like Aimee really wants to talk to you."

Brooklyn turn in time to see Jennifer hold the phone up like she was taking a selfie, Aimee's visage once again filling the screen via Facetime."

Aimee shook her head, her eyes closed, "You two are incorrigible," she murmured over the mobile's speaker.

Jennifer laid next to Brooklyn as the younger girl covered her breasts with her forearm and hand. She'd never felt embarrassed to be starkers in front of Aimee before, she thought, wondering what suddenly sparked the change.

"Hi little sister," Jennifer said happily.

Defeated, Aimee looked into the camera and gave a small wave, but then, as if having a final moment of defiance, said, "Hi slag... if you're done shagging my best friend, I was calling to tell you mum and dad want you two to come out for a few days. They want all of us to come," she clarified.

"When?" asked Jennifer, completely unphased by her sister's teasing insult.

"Today if you can, or at least as soon as possible."

"What do you think, my little sex kitten," Jennifer cooed into Brooklyn's ear, but loud enough for Aimee to hear. Brooklyn giggled and shook her head.

"Ugh, you two look disgustingly happy," Aimee sighed in exasperation, "You know you're going to have to talk to mum and dad about this."

Jennifer must have felt Brooklyn's reaction because she immediately kissed her on the cheek and gave her a comforting hug, "It'll be alright Brooke. Mum and dad are pretty open minded about these kinds of things—if anything, they'll be angry with me for seducing you into my bed."

"You didn't seduce me," Brooklyn protested, turning her face towards her girlfriend.

"Sure, I did," Jennifer continued to tease, "But it wasn't hard. You're such a randy little tart." Then more seriously asked, "You alright with going? My schedule's open for a few days... I'd like to go."

Brooklyn gave her a quick nod.

Jennifer turned to the mobile's screen, and, "We can probably be there in time for supper."

Aimee's face broke into a smile for the first time, "Brilliant, I'll let them know," she said, giving a final wave. The screen returned to its usual blue background, and Jennifer tossed the phone back onto the bed.

Brooklyn turned onto her back to better talk to the older girl, "You're sure it'll be alright, yeah?" she asked feeling an anxiousness building in her core. She loved Jennifer's parents—they were always incredibly kind to her.

Jennifer nodded, "Definitely," she said without hesitation. "Of course, the brothers will take the piss, but it'll only be teasing," she explained referring to the three brothers whose ages fell between Jennifer and Aimee's.

Jennifer was the oldest at 26, followed by Stephen at 24, Scott 22, Jared 20 and finally Aimee at 18. Brooklyn pondered on the thought that she was living with the eldest sibling, and what the brothers might think about her dating their oldest sister. The three brothers, like their parents, had always been kind and easy going with her. But that was when she was Aimee's school friend—Aimee's roommate. Would that change?

Jennifer gave her a lingering kiss and then scooted off the bed, "I'm going to have a shower," she announced as she walked toward the bathroom door, her curvaceous hips moving in a way that made Brooklyn's eyes focus on the older girl's bum. "Coming?"

Brooklyn smiled and nodded, watching as her girlfriend entered the bathroom. It made her happy to think of her as her girlfriend. Yesterday was a memory she would gladly try to put from her head. It hurt more than she thought possible when, for a time, she thought Jennifer was going to break up with her. Yes, they were dating. They were a couple. How would Mr. And Mrs. Brodie react? Brooklyn again began to wonder. Being gay wasn't nearly as difficult to be open about now as it was in years past—her heart hurt for all those people who lived in fear of expressing those feelings—but she still worried about what mum and dad would say. Brooklyn held them in the highest respect, but in a lot of ways, they were still very conservative and traditional in their views.

Walking to the bathroom door, Brooklyn leaned against the doorframe and watched as Jennifer slowly turned under the hot water. She was so beautiful, Brooklyn thought to herself, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't help but admire the woman's perfect breasts through the shower glass. Feeling curious, Brooklyn picked up Jennifer's discarded bra and looked at the size. It was close to what she thought it would be at a 34 E.

"Are you about done faffing about?" Jennifer's voice sounded from the shower. Brooklyn dropped the bra back to the floor and stepped to the shower's entrance. Pulling her in by the hand, Jennifer added happily, "I have to get my girlfriend looking pretty so I can show her off tonight."

-_-

"You look like you're about to come out of your skin, babe," Jennifer said as they drove west on the M4.

The trip was a long two hours by car, but with each passing quarter hour, Brooklyn's anxiety level increased. She tried to enjoy watching the green vegetation along the motorway, but everything was simply a blur and her mind couldn't focus. "I'm fine," she replied almost robotically.

"Uh huh," sounded Jennifer in a knowing tone. She shifted her hand under the yellow and black skirt she had lent her and rested it on the younger girl's bare thigh, "Relax, babe. I promise this will all be fine."

Brooklyn forced her hands to open and stop digging her fingernails into her palms. She inhaled deeply and willed her heart to stop outpacing that of a hummingbird's. Jennifer turned off the motorway and followed the two-lane road towards the Brodie home. Brooklyn spotted the tower of the Parish church of St Michael's and knew they were only minutes away. She had been outside the church numerous times, and picturing it now kept her mind distracted for a moment. Or at least it did until she thought about being in an unmarried, homosexual relationship with a sex worker who used to sell drugs and guns. Maybe thinking about the church wasn't the best idea.

Jennifer pulled the car behind another that was already in the driveway in front of a two-story detached cottage. The house was wrapped in a moss-covered brick. Four large windows surrounded a large white entry door. The exterior of the home was something of a misnomer. It still held the character of an old country home, but the interior had been fully refurbished years ago and had a more contemporary, modern feel.

The young women got out and Brooklyn grabbed her rucksack and Jennifer's suitcase from the boot of the car.

"Let's go meet the Fockers," Jennifer teased, smiling broadly as she opened the door.

"Oh! They're here," cried Mrs. Brodie, shooting up from her chair in the kitchen and hurrying towards the young women. She was Brooklyn's height but had the body of a woman who had carried and raised five children. Her hair was a lighter shade of red than that of Jennifer's and had a few liberal streaks of grey in it now. She was exactly what a loving mother should look like, Brooklyn thought as Mrs. Brodie threw her arms around her and pulled her into a crushing embrace.

"Hi, Mrs. Brodie," Brooklyn said once the mother-of-five released her. Feeling very shy and self-conscious. She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Brooklyn Nichole Ryan," Mrs. Brodie admonished, her smile lighting her face, "At least call me Laura, dear. No more of this Mrs. business."

"Yes ma'am," Brooklyn said with a touch of sarcasm, unable to keep her own smile from appearing. The comment earned her another crushing hug.

"Oh, I missed you," Laura said, giving Brooklyn a kiss on the cheek and then turning her attention to her eldest daughter.

Brooklyn entered farther into the house and felt her hear clinch at being here. This was the only home she knew with any regularity. She had spent may happy holidays here. The family was already sitting at the table, the food looking like it had barely been placed on the table. The smell of roasted chicken filled her nose and her mouth began to water. She had tried to learn some new recipes over the last couple of months, and she had improved her cooking skills, but no one rivaled Mrs. Brodie.

Aimee waved her closer and Brooklyn could see that her usual chair was empty and waiting for her. The thought that she had a usual chair filled her with gratitude and love for this family. Brooklyn set down her rucksack and the suitcase and took her place next to Aimee. While Jennifer and her mother sat in their usual spots on the other side of the table.

Brooklyn exchanged courteous hellos with Mr. Brodie and his sons. She was surprised to see that Stephen's fiancée wasn't at the dinner. It really was just a family thing, plus her. Like his wife, Mr. Brodie had a kind face. He was tall and had a small paunch of a gut, something that didn't seem to bother him in the least.

"So how are you surviving, Brooklyn," Mr. Brodie asked as everyone began to fill their plates. "I hope Jennifer's been taking good care of you."

Aimee snorted in laughter and had to look away, covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

"What on earth has possessed you child?" Mrs. Brodie demanded to know.

"Allergies," Aimee squeaked with a mouthful of food, still refusing to turn back to the table. "Oh my god," she said under her breath—loud enough for only Brooklyn to hear—trying desperately to inhale and not choke on her food.

Snickers and laughter sounded around the table from Aimee's brothers, but Brooklyn didn't dare look at Jennifer. She felt herself already turning red with embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bowel of mashed potato being passed towards her.

"Thank you, Mr. Brodie," she said as she accepted the bowel.

"Didn't I just hear Laura sort you out on that," said the father of the home, "Please, it's just James."

"No, no, no," Jennifer's voice sounded over the noise of the dinner table. "It's not James and Laura, it's mum and dad. Trust me, they won't mind."

"Jennifer," Mrs. Brodie snapped, "She doesn't have to call us that."

Jennifer pointed at Brooklyn with her fork, "She wants to, but she's too bloody shy to say it."

A silence fell over the table as Mrs. Brodie looked hopefully toward Brooklyn, "Is that true, dear?"

Brooklyn felt as much as she saw all eyes turn toward her and for a brief moment all she wanted to do was run away and never look back. She felt her blush go right into the roots of her hair. But Jennifer was right, she did want that. She desperately wanted that.

Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Brooklyn nodded.

Mrs. Brodie let out a high-pitched squeal that could have broken glass if it were but a little thinner. The smile that broke over her motherly features made Brooklyn feel that every wrong was now right again. "That would make us so happy," she finally said, sounding almost out of breath. Unable to contain her excitement, Mrs. Brodie came around the table and gave her yet another hug, leaning over from behind her and pulling her close for along minute.

"We've always thought of you as one of our girls," Mr. Brodie said once his wife had released her hold on the dark-haired girl.

"Thank you... mum... dad," she said hesitantly, trying out the words for the first time and feeling no small amount of joy from it.

Mrs. Brodie let out another squeal of laughter, "Oh, that makes me so happy," she said in her sing-song-way as she returned to her seat at the table.

Brooklyn smiled at Mrs. Brodie's antics—mum's antics. You just couldn't help but love the woman. While she could be overbearing and even scary sometimes, she was the purest soul Brooklyn knew.

"So, Scott," Mr. Brodie called as the family ate, "Do you think commercial shipping might start—,"

Brooklyn suddenly felt Aimee nudge her upper arm, "Are you two going to tell mum and dad?" she asked, keeping her voice barely a whisper.

Brooklyn shrugged, "We planned on it," she replied quietly. The conversation around the table jumping from one topic to another, but always coming back to politics and the pandemic.

For her part, Brooklyn was sick of hearing about the pandemic. Everyone had an opinion on what were the correct courses of action, but there was so little information about the virus, that if felt like a waste of energy to argue about facts that changed from one day to the next. The television and radio were filled with people talking twenty-four hours a day. But they were basically speculating on the same few talking points and stretching out what could have been said in ten minutes to fill their time slots.

Brooklyn listened as the topics turned from the Coronavirus, employment, and the economy to a more personal nature with Mr. and Mrs. Brodie asking Stephen about his fiancé who was in quarantine with her family because her mother had been infected. Scott and Jared both confirmed that there wasn't a lot of socializing going on because of the lockdown, so they were basically just playing a lot of video games. And Aimee grumpily reported that her on-again-off-again boyfriend were more-or-less off-again, and that she was going to move on from the, in her words "manky wanker" which drew a sharp rebuke from Mrs. Brodie.

As the conversation moved its way around the table, Brooklyn's stomach began to feel a cold hollowness, seeing that Mrs. Brodie was more than likely going to ask her eldest daughter. And it seemed her fate in the galaxy had been locked in because a moment later Mrs. Brodie turned to Jennifer.

"How about you, dear?" she asked, her tone sweet and caring. She truly did take an interest in every aspect of her children's lives. "I know you mentioned something about trying an online dating service, any luck with that?"

Brooklyn willed the older girl to not say anything, to just shake her head and let the other conversations continue. The last half hour had been blissfully pleasant, and Brooklyn desperately wanted that to continue, so of course it wouldn't.

"No," Jennifer shook her head, setting her fork on her plate. She glanced at Brooklyn for the briefest of glimpses, and in that moment Brooklyn knew what was coming. "But I have been seeing someone—very seriously in fact."

Both Mrs. Brodie and her husband's brow's rose high, they knew their daughter was bisexual but almost exclusively dated females. Mrs. Brodie looked genuinely happy. At least for now, Brooklyn thought.

"Is it someone we might know," Mr. Brodie asked, speaking the question everyone wanted to know. Everyone but Brooklyn at least.

Jennifer nodded and smiled, and suddenly everyone was extremely interested as their conversations ceased. Brooklyn thought she could hear her own heartbeat in the moment of silence.

Jennifer looked toward Brooklyn and her smile grew, "She's sitting right over there," she said, pointing at the dark-haired girl with her index finger.

Brooklyn felt everyone's eyes instantly lock onto her. The blood ran from her extremities and flooded her face in what she knew would be an inescapable blush. A dropped piece of silverware fell to the table and clattered.