Lisa delivered Dianne and Caroline safely back to New York and returned to St. Augustine. Dianne was deeply embroiled in negotiations with respect to the pending sale of Dianne's Exotic Creations of New York, her long time lingerie and marital aids business.
A conglomerate of her associates was making preparations for the purchase of the multi-million dollar firm. Time was now short and in just a few more weeks, Dianne and Caroline would be returning to Islands Estates to hang up their respective hats.
Since their return to New York Caroline had been feverishly packing Dianne's treasures into crates and boxes for the trip to Florida. It was a daunting task because Dianne had accumulated a mountain of rare and exotic items of interest in the nearly forty-five years she'd lived in the cavernous apartment on the top floor of her business.
Caroline had been having trouble keeping food down for the past couple of weeks. She felt particularly ill in the mornings.
"If I didn't know better, Kiddo," Dianne said, "I'd say you're knocked up."
"OH, MY GOD!" Caroline cried. "Dianne, I'm about three weeks late right now."
"Haven't you been taking your pills?" Dianne asked.
"Not since before we went to see daddy," Caroline wailed.
"I'll bet I know what," Dianne giggled.
Caroline dropped down into a big leather chair. She looked devastated.
"The only man I've been with, since I went off the pill, is daddy," she said, "in The War Room."
Dianne called for her housekeeper and sent her out to the pharmacy for a home pregnancy test kit. Forty-five minutes later, Caroline had her answer.
"Aunt Dianne," Caroline whimpered, "I'm pregnant with daddy's baby. What in the world am I going to do now?"
"I think it would make him very proud if you gave him a child," Dianne soothed. "I think he's even mentioned it to Rita and your mama."
"But," Caroline howled.
"Hush, Little One," Dianne soothed. "Your papa is a wonderful man and he'll help his little girl any way that he can. I think he's going to be most pleased. But let's keep this to ourselves until we get back there. He'll come flying up here and be under foot like puppies while we're trying to get packed."
"You are absolutely right," Caroline said, in a much better state of mind after talking to Dianne. "But don't you think I should tell mama?"
"You're right. We'll call her tonight," Dianne said.
The phone call to Camille lasted exactly seven minutes. Camille was elated with the news and promised to keep it under her hat, except for Rita, until they arrived in four weeks. Caroline felt much better and wondered what was in store for her next.
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The sale of her business completed, Dianne's belongings loaded onto six huge Allied Van Lines trucks, and the limo loaded with all the necessary goodies for the trip to Florida, Caroline and Dianne settled in the back of the long black Lincoln for the lengthily drive. Dianne's long time assistants/lovers, Cory and Craig, Rita's twin brothers, sat in the front of the car handling the driving chores.
Caroline, now three months into her pregnancy, had overcome most of her morning sickness but her svelte body had started to blossom with the growth of the fetus in her womb. She recalled over and over again in her mind, how she felt when she and Cool had made love that night in The War Room. She could almost say she had felt it happening. How she loved her daddy. She hoped that he wouldn't be too disappointed in her.
As the miles rolled by, Dianne casually removed her skirt and blouse and sat in only her sexy bra, panties and stockings. Caroline eventually followed suit and Dianne remarked on how you could see her tummy starting to swell. She hugged her precious niece close and gently stroked her hair. Caroline turned her face up to her aging aunt and they exchanged a wet open- mouthed kiss.
Dianne pushed Caroline back on the long seat and pulled her panties off, exposing her clean-shaven pussy. Dianne lapped lovingly on her bare pubes, teasing the golden ring that passed through the hood, which protected her clit. Dianne had often wanted to have her labia pierced but had never garnered the courage to have it done. Caroline had endured the pain and each time somebody moved the golden metal over her clit, it sent sparks shooting all the way to her brain.
Dianne was an artist in the art of female stimulation. She and Caroline had spent many hours together, embracing each other. Caroling had learned well from her aunt and had been praised by all of Dianne's most trusted confidants. Caroline was still a man's woman. She craved the feel of a thick hard cock skewering into her sweet pussy. She especially enjoyed sex with Cool. He just knew how to make you feel hot. But the tender touch of a woman's tongue sent thrills charging through her just the same.
After Dianne and Caroline had satisfied their urges, they slept for several hours before awaking to feel the car stopping for gas. Caroline quickly pulled on a pair of stretch pants and a sweatshirt, needing desperately to make a nature call. Upon her return from the rest room, she interrupted a beefy red-faced man with a menacing black pistol holding Craig against the fender of the car and demanding his wallet. Cory eased out the other side of the car and crept up behind the man with the gun.
Cory tapped the man on the back of his shoulder and in no longer than it takes to blink your eye, the man turned, Cory whirled raising his foot as he spun and struck the big man directly on the side of his head. Craig spun and just as quickly, stiff legged the man in the mid-section, sending him sprawling. The pistol skittered across the pavement and came to rest at Caroline's feet. As Caroline stooped to pick up the weapon, the gas station attendant stepped out of the station brandishing a baseball bat. He raised it to strike Cory from behind, but Craig had seen his advance and placed a well-aimed karate kick into the side of the second thug.
Caroline raised the pistol and fired once into the air. Both men froze, turned to look at her and were immediately leveled by Cory and Craig. Cory chopped the big man across the throat with the back edge of his hand. Craig pulled the left arm of the other man high up behind his back and when it made a loud popping noise, the man fell to the ground screaming like a banshee.
Cory grabbed the pistol from Caroline, quickly emptied the remaining shells out into his hand and threw the pistol in the trashcan next to the gas pumps. Craig hustled Caroline back into the limo and they left the tiny South Carolina town in a big hurry.
The rest of the journey back to Islands Estates was, thankfully, uneventful.
In the more than twenty years that the twins had been with Dianne, she had never seen them so aggressive. She and Caroline marveled at the quickness of the forty-nine year old men. They had handled a nasty situation with quick dispatch and saved the two women from certain peril. She vowed that she would show her gratitude for their loyalty to her and her niece.
It was just after midnight, when the long black limousine eased to a stop in front of the huge stone mansion, which the inhabitants of the car were now to call home. The twins piled out immediately and began the chore of unloading the mountain of suitcases and various other bags that had been tucked into the large car. Dianne and Caroline sat for a few moments to gather their thoughts, before Cory pulled the door open.
As Caroline stepped from the car, the great wooden doors to the stone house swung back and Tall Cool stepped out onto the stoop in his bare feet. Over the years, Cool had changed in appearance. He'd bulked up and hardened from the many hours he'd labored around the estate. At two hundred forty pounds, he cast a wide shadow when he walked in the sun along the river. His hair was long and full, although he'd given up the goatee. He stood with his hands perched on his hips and waited as Rita and Camille rushed around him to greet the weary travelers.
Dianne stood with Rita and Camille as Caroline approached her father. Cool stepped down to meet the lithe girl as she walked toward him. She wrapped her arms around her adoring father and sobbed into his chest. He held her close and stroked her smooth hair. He turned her toward the house and they went inside leaving the others standing on the drive.
