Mike & Karen Ch. 22

"D'you think she'll approve?" Rosie asked.

"Rose, you know she adores you, despite your Devonian accent," Annie giggled. "You're even from a baronet family, so you're not exactly common. That should make it easy. I marry you, I get pregnant again to carry on the line, but you are my one and only wife. What could be better than that?"

Good on you, Annie, Jenny thought as she stepped away from the door while the girls began making love again. She walked quietly down the hall. And you will have my full blessing, my dearest little lovey-belle."

She arrived back in her own room and stripped off her plush robe, now gloriously naked. She clambered into bed and snuggled into the soft body that awaited her. Millie sighed as they hugged one another close. She wasn't used to sleeping naked, but whenever she came to Jenny's room, she conformed with the expectation. Lying on their sides in the darkness, the sisters smiled and shared a gentle, loving kiss for some seconds before Millie rubbed her nose against Jenny's.

"You smell and taste like goat's milk," she observed. "What's got you so excited?"

Jenny shrugged. There'd never been any true intimacy between them, although society might think sleeping naked together was off, or their occasional extended kisses. But they'd never made love or otherwise pleasured one another in any meaningful way. "I'm just excited for my trip to see Kat and her husband. There's a lot to catch up on, I daresay."

Millie considered and nodded. "Fair enough. But you're smirking. There's more."

Jenny leaned in and whispered in Millie's ear. "I happened to peek in on Annie and Rosie. When they weren't fucking, they were discussing when they planned to tell me they were getting married."

Millie thought about that and then sighed happily. "I'm so glad they're finally going through with it, Jen. Now all you have to do is find a man to put up with me."

"Tosh," Jenny quipped, nibbling her younger sister's lower lip. "You're a catch and you know it, O Mistress of Fraggle Rock."

The sisters dissolved into giggles, kissing, caressing and squirming together until they fell asleep in each other's arms. Life had been pretty fantastic of late, and seemed to only be getting better.

Jenny couldn't wait.

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Don't forget the stinger after the Author's Notes!

Author's Notes: Since Jenny is going to be another character who factors into future chapters in some ways, I figured giving some background on her wasn't a bad idea. I have similar things planned for Lisa, Janet, and Mona, for those of you who are fans of the Posse.

I'm not sure how much the background people in Jenny's story will be involved in the future, but in developing them, I leave room in case brilliant ideas strike me. I've learned the hard way with the Alexaverse to never paint myself into a corner.

Jenny is very amiable and engaging, despite her social station and lifestyle. I think you'll quite enjoy her, insofar as she very similar to, and different from, her beloved Kat. Just wait until she meets the rest of the clan, right?

That'll do it for now; stay safe and wash your hands.

Try not to record yourself doing anything stupid and then posting it on Parler.

Oh, wait, you can't... it's gone. Ha!

- Management

Epilogue

Jenny was sitting in her office, signing papers and checking records while sipping a martini. It had been a week since Emily had moved down to Exeter, gotten a job in a bakery, and Wesley had gone with her. True, Jenny would miss the cock, but she was happy for them. They seemed a good match.

She smirked at the thought that once again, she'd had to move aside for someone's happiness.

But she was eager for what lay in front of her. Mere days from now, she was heading to Toronto, for the first time in over thirty years. And there, she would find long-overdue healing. Even Millie was excited for her and made her promise to bring back lots of pictures, as long as they weren't of a scandalous nature. Jenny had no idea what to really expect, so she made no promises.

Annie had told her she was getting married, and Jenny had given her blessing readily. Her daughter didn't seem to mind getting caught having sex with her fiancée, it might've been a kink for her. Not that Jenny could point the finger, after all. Like mother, like daughter.

She'd talked to Edmund earlier in the day, and he'd told her all about getting ready to go to prep school. Jenny had made Edmund's father, the Lord Rockingham, promise solemnly that it wasn't Catsmeat Prep outside Tewkesbury. It was practically in Belgium, after all.

Her cellphone buzzed. She smiled as she saw the area code, picked it up and settled back in her chair, sighing happily.

"Kat, my love," she said in a lazy tone. "How are you?"

~fin~