Carolyn sat in her room still licking her wounds from the talk she had with her father about her chasing after Malcolm.
She couldn't believe it when her father came storming into the house looking for her. His face contorted out of shape, his nostrils flaring, his hands balled into tight fists, held tightly against his side.
"This is the last time I'm going to speak these words to you, daughter of mine," he said after he stomped his way upstairs, kicked her bedroom door open and got into her face. His tone sent a cold chill down Carolyn's spine letting her know that he was serious about what he was saying to her. "Because, if you don't listen to me this time, you're going to be on your own, meaning that you will no longer be welcomed in this house. Do you understand me?"
Carolyn nodded her head yes.
"You will leave Malcolm alone," her father said. "He doesn't want you, he has never wanted you. I'm sick to my stomach of watching you offer yourself up to him on a silver platter, and him continually rejecting you. I have stood by and watched you try to lure Malcolm to your bed because I thought you would eventually give up and find someone who wants you. But, that idea or concept isn't something you're willing to try. Because, your chasing after Malcolm is threatening everything I've spent my entire life building up, I have to step in now. I have to make sure you understand that he's off limits to you, and you will leave him alone. Do you understand Carolyn?"
Carolyn once again nodded her head.
"That won't cut it," her father said. "I need to hear you say you understand what I'm saying to you."
"I understand," Carolyn said her voice shaky.
"Don't push me on this Carolyn," her father said. "You'll lose."
"Who does he think he is?" Carolyn said speaking to her reflection in her vanity mirror after her father left. "How dare, he say, that Malcolm doesn't want me. Old man doesn't know what he's talking about. Malcolm does want me. He has to. We're meant to be together. There's not a woman in the county better for him than me and there's not a man in the county better for me than him. Besides why wouldn't he want me?"
Carolyn brought her hand up and slowly and gently drew her fingers down her left cheek, under her chin up the right side of her face.
"My skin is smooth, silky, soft and flawless," she said to her reflection. "Just the way mama said men liked it."
She reached up and removed the hair pins holding her hair in the up do she styled it in when she dressed that morning and let her hair fall to her waist, running her fingers through it as it fell causing the thick mass of curls to fall around her shoulders like a curtain.
"My hair is just as smooth, soft and silky as my skin. Just the way mama said men like it."
"My figure," she said turning away from her vanity mirror and walking over to the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door, "is shapely, like a cola bottle. Large breasts," she said as she lowered the straps to the bra and slip, she was wearing revealing her size thirty-eight D breasts. "Mama said men loved nice large firm breasts and pink nipples," she said pinching the nipples of both her breasts, twisting them between her fingers, a moan escaping her lips as the sensation of what she was doing traveled through her body ending in her core causing her to become wet.
"My waist is small. So, small a man's hands could come together if he held me there, just like mama said. My hips are curvy meant to be held on to as a man makes love to me just like mama said. And my pussy," Carolyn said running a finger down her flat stomach and slipping it into the hottest most sensitive part of her body and biting her nail to keep herself from screaming as she pushed the finger as far as it would go up into her vagina,
"well my pussy isn't as tight as it should be for my husband on our wedding night. But, hell a woman has needs. Malcolm should be glad he's not getting an inexperienced, neophyte, someone he would have to teach how to please him."
A smile appeared on Carolyn's face, and she became more aroused and wetter as she thought of Ben Tompkins the boy who deflowered her when she was sixteen.
She had been upset that night because Malcolm was on a date with another girl. Ben offered to wipe away her tears and make her feel better.
Her fingers began to move faster in and out of her core as she remembered the feeling of Ben stretching her, filling her, making her scared he wouldn't fit. She bit her bottom lip when she thought about the way her pussy gripped him when he finally gave her all he had. The way he pounded into her when she came for the first time causing her to scream as her orgasm flooded her body, making him come along with her.
Carolyn was lying on her back on her bed, her breathing labored, her legs splayed wide open, her fingers jammed into her pussy, her release flowing over them, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her body dripping with sweat, when she finally came back down to earth. A smile on her face.
"No," she thought to herself as she removed her fingers from her vagina and sat up on her bed, 'I won't be a virgin when me and Malcolm come together on our wedding night, like mama said I should be. But, neither will he, so, we'll both start out even on that score.'
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"These diapers aren't going to last too much longer," Malcolm said as he put a fresh diaper on Solomon's bottom. "Maybe we should start buying some regular diapers."
"I think you're right," Sabella said lightly tickling Serena's belly after changing her diaper causing her to coo. "Although I think these two will probably out grow these diapers before they run out of them because they're getting so big."
"They are growing," Malcolm agreed.
"The two of you are talking like they're a year old," Mabel said taking Solomon out of Malcolm's arms, preparing to feed him. "They're only a week old, they haven't grown that much."
"But newborns can change so quickly during the early parts of their lives," Sabella said picking up Serena and following Mabel out of the bedroom, downstairs to the dining room where the twins would be fed.
They had prepared the twins bottles and were about to feed them when the calmness of the house was destroyed when someone started banging on Malcolm's front door.
"What the hell?" Malcolm said as he rushed over to his gun cabinet, pulled out a shotgun, cocked and loaded it. "Take the twins upstairs," he told Sabella and Mabel, "and don't come downstairs until I call you."
Sabella and Mabel took the twins and ran upstairs.
Malcolm was slowly making his way towards the front door when an angry drunken voice that he easily recognized and dreaded hearing started calling his name.
"Sabella," Malcolm said calling her downstairs to let her know that they weren't in any danger.
"What?" Sabella replied sticking her head around the corner.
"Malcolm!, I know you're in there. You come and open this door right now or I'm going to kick it down."
"Is that..."
"Yes," Malcolm replied answering before Sabella could finish asking her question.
"Malcolm," Mabel said coming to the top of the stairs a surprised look on her face, "do you know that...?"
"Yes," Malcolm said, "I do."
"Do you also know that she's out there butt naked?" Mabel asked.
"What?" Malcolm and Sabella replied at the same time."
