Lost Girl: Julie's Story Ch. 03 Pt. 02

Our lovemaking built to a crescendo, love and need for each other leading us to that place where our souls entwined and caressed. When I came, it was with a cry of pure happiness, the feeling starting somewhere deep inside me and mounting up though my body until it exploded in a white-hot sheet of sheer bliss in my mind, all my thoughts and needs wrapped around my darling, beloved Lost Boy. Mark kept pace with me, and my body's response to him took him with me, his lips finding mine as he poured himself into me, the heat of his body filling mine as we held each other tightly, burning together in the heatless white fire that licked around us.

One day soon I was going to share with him something that had been building in me for a while now; that I wanted another baby, maybe a son this time, a child made, like Markie and Nia, from our boundless love and need for each other.

*

Late morning found us at Mummy's house, with Mark looking unconvinced but resigned. Nia just looked unconvinced. I was a bundle of nerves; Nia had already taken me aside and asked me just what I thought I was doing, supposing this lot were as bad, or worse, than my mother, had I even thought about that? I'd tried to explain, and while Nia listened, as she'd said she would, she still looked skeptical and unconvinced. However, she'd said her piece, and I loved her for being that concerned, but I felt I needed some answers, so she'd let it go. Only Mummy seemed relaxed and unconcerned as she gently rocked Nia and hummed to her while Markie, Laura and Jamie Jr. rolled and tumbled around inside the playpen under her watchful eye.

Finally, the moment came; all argument was done, everyone had said their piece, and I was ready for this, so Nia took my little Nia from Mummy so she could hold my hand. I dialled the number and switched the 'phone to 'Hands-free'. The number connected, and rang, and rang, and rang. Just as I moved to hang-up, a man's voice answered.

"H-hello?" He sounded blurry, not quite awake yet, like we'd woken him up; well, it was Saturday morning, maybe he was having a lie-in. But what astounded me was, even with that drowsy edge to his voice, how much like Mark he sounded, the same tone and timbre to his voice. Mummy tapped my arm gently, breaking me out of my momentary trance. This was it.

"Hello, is this Darryl Morgan?" I quavered, more than a little tremble in my voice. Mummy smiled and twined her fingers in mine reassuringly.

"Yes, speaking, who's calling, please?" he replied. I silently asked Mark what to do next, and he shrugged and pointed at the phone, so I plunged on.

"My name is Julie, Julie Jameson; I'm told you've been looking for me. I think you're my cousin..."

I heard the sharp intake of breath at the other end, then:

"Julie Jameson? Really? Oh my God, yes, yes I've been looking for you, we all have!"

His voice became slightly muffled, as though he'd turned away from the phone.

"Lena, LENA! It's Julie, yes, my cousin Julie, she's on the phone right now!"

I vaguely heard another voice in the background, a female voice, then once more Darryl's voice sharp and clear.

"Emma, your mother's sister, she's been looking for you for years, she's going to be so happy, we thought we'd lost you forever! How's your brother, how's Mark, is he there too? Emma talks so much about you both, she misses you both so much, all she wants to do is see you again; she carried you when you were a baby, that's the last time she saw you, she's going to be so excited!"

I couldn't help but smile as he babbled excitedly, he sounded so genuinely happy to hear from me; even Nia had lost her frosty expression and was also grinning at his happy exuberance. He'd asked about Mark; of course he couldn't know about Mark and me, but I thought I'd put his mind at ease.

"Mark's here with me right now, Darryl; we got your message, I'm curious; how did you know to come here and look for us?"

For some reason, I pictured him smiling, his voice had that same inflection Mark gets when he's smiling and talking.

"One of my colleagues at St George's managed to find a record of a Julie Jameson who was injured in a sports accident when she was thirteen, her next of kin was listed as Mark Jameson, aged sixteen, the ages matched, so I've had people combing through the medical records archives at St Georges and Bolingbroke, and they came up with your address. The rest you know!"

Mark cleared his throat at that.

"Mark here, Darryl; I thought those records are confidential? How did you get to see them?"

Darryl's answer was straightforward and with no hesitation, indicating he was telling the truth.

"I didn't; my colleague is Paediatric Registrar at St. Georges, she made some enquiries, as a favour to me, and left it up to me to follow them up; looks like I made the right decision!" he said, and once again I could hear that smile in his voice, so much like Mark.

"Look, I think we should meet up, when you're ready, of course; I promise, I don't want anything from you, all I want is to be able to tell Emma that both of you are well and safe, or maybe she can see for herself; she's been beating herself up for years thinking she abandoned you both. There are things she needs to tell you, and there are probably things you want to know, about us, about your family, so I think a meeting might be a good idea. Now you have my number, please, think about it; Emma wants to know all about you, and about your mother, my aunt Sandra; where is she, anyway?"

There were only two possible places I could think of, and she was almost certainly in the hotter one, but I wasn't going into that over the phone with a stranger.

"Mum...died, two years ago now..."

"I'm so sorry, please accept my condolences. Emma will be heartbroken; she was so hoping to see her younger sister again..."

He sounded genuinely sorry, but then of course he couldn't possibly know the truth about our bonkers, booze-hound mother and her vicious, cruel nature. I decided to stall him a little; I needed to think about this.

"Darryl, I'm sure you'll understand that this is all a little sudden; Mark and I, we've been alone all our lives, so the idea of family seems a little...much right now. I think we need to think about this."

To his credit, he agreed with me, not pressuring us at all.

"Of course, Julie, I understand completely; when you're ready to take that next step, please, call me and we'll set something up."

He sounded disappointed, but I could tell he was bending over backwards to accommodate me, which I appreciated. He just had one more thing to say.

"I would really like to meet you both, and I know my wife and children would too. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere, and when you feel the time's right, call me and we'll organise something; poor Emma 's been looking for you for so long, I'm just glad I have some good news for her at last. Until the next time, then, it was wonderful to hear from you, from both of you, Emma will be so thrilled!"

I hung up, with a strange sense of anti-climax, but also with a feeling of a connection made, and glad Darryl hadn't seemed inclined to pressure us. I looked over at Nia to gauge her reaction, noting she seemed thoughtful.

"So, Nia, what do you think, how did that go?" I asked her, watching her closely.

"Honestly, Jules? I was a little suspicious when I first met him, but I actually do think he wants nothing from you except to meet his family; when you meet him, if you decide to, you're in for a surprise, though! Did you notice he passed off the 'colleague at St Georges' thing? It sounds like he's a doctor, so probably not a sleaze; he's married with kids, and from what mummy said, he seems like a genuine family man, and very concerned about the pair of you. The woman with him, this 'Emma' person, your aunt, she looked so much like your mum I was shocked, and a little scared, but she was nothing like your mum, she seemed like a nice person too. I'm 50/50 right now, but I think we need to sit down and talk to mummy about this, daddy too."

She was right; Mark was still looking only partially convinced, and one glance from him was all I needed; we definitely needed older, wiser heads to talk this through with us, and I would have liked some big-brother insight from Jamie, too, but he was off on a commission somewhere in the Philippines and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Mummy was nodding, obviously still reading my mind.

"Nguye't right; we need talk with daddy too; he know you need to do this thing, perhaps he help you work out way to do this. You agree?"

Mark nodded.

"I think I'd like to follow this up; I'm kind of curious where this Darryl guy's coming from, but if it's all the same to you, I'd like to wait 'til Jamie gets back first. I want to see what he has to say about all this."

I'm constantly being brought-up short by how in-tune Mark and I are, and so hearing my own thoughts echoed back at me was no surprise, it was just more proof of just how closely connected we were.

"Next week, then?" suggested Nia, and we all nodded. Next week it was, and as Jamie had business in Bristol the week after that, we decided that he and Nia would go down there together and scope-out these people, to find out just what we were getting ourselves into.

*

DARRYL:

I paused, completely wrong footed for a few seconds before I remembered I was on the phone.

"Julie Jameson? Really? Oh my God, yes, yes I've been looking for you, we all have!"

I heard Lena padding around in the corridor, she'd definitely want to know about this, so I called her

"Lena? LENA! It's Julie!"

Lena popped her head in the bedroom door, her eyes wide as she murmured "Julie? Really?"

I grinned back at her.

"Yes, my cousin Julie, she's on the phone right now!"

Lena sat on the edge of the bed, frantically motioning me to keep talking, to keep Julie talking, so I did, telling her about Emma, about her search for her, about the things Emma wanted to tell her. As we talked, I noted her voice; she had a soft, almost childlike voice, with a definite South London accent, as did Mark, and, for no good reason, I mentally pictured her as a smaller, younger version of Emma; blonde hair, green eyes, fair-skinned, all the Fraser family trademarks.

I could sense a certain reticence, an unwillingness to give too much away; she was definitely holding back, not that I blamed her; it must be unsettling in the extreme to have a whole bunch of relatives appear out of the blue, but I also felt she was holding-up remarkably well under the circumstances. I could feel the skittishness growing, especially when I suggested a meeting, so I back-pedalled, leaving the door open for them to make the next move. I still didn't have a proper way of contacting them, so I'd just have to rely on God and guesswork as to when and if they'd make the next move.

As soon as I hung-up, Lena was on me, wanting to know details, so I told her what I knew, and what I guessed, and left her to draw her own conclusions; she was a little more up-beat than me, though.

"She called you, Dar, so she's interested; right now I bet she's wondering about you and why it's taken you so long to reach out to her, and you're right, she's probably wary of you as well, so give her time; I think she'll come back to you soon enough!"

She grinned impishly as she stood up and pulled the straps of her summer dress off her shoulders, letting it slide off her and onto the floor; she was naked underneath it.

"Mummy's taken David and Mo-Mo over to Lizzie's place, so we have the house to ourselves until this afternoon; was there anything special you wanted to do?"

There were several things I wanted to do, all of them sticky, sweaty, and immensely enjoyable, so I pulled her close and got to work. Lena pregnant is almost irresistible, as I'd discovered though our first two pregnancies, and her sex-drive seems to rev-up accordingly. The two of us were randy, ready, and poised for action, and all it took was for me to tug her back up to me to open the floodgates.

"Taste me, Dar, I want to taste you too!" she husked, my semi suddenly stiffening into a full-blown erection at the tone of her voice and the thought of what was coming next.

"Mmm, you smell nice!" I grinned, her scent subtle and alluring, and wholly natural; Lena didn't use perfumes in case they irritated Mo-Mo's skin, but she always smelled wonderful, a little like ice-cream, that sweet, floral, slightly milky smell, but not overpowering, rather it was fresh and enticing.

Lena smiled at the compliment, once again that serene, enigmatic smile straight from the lips of a Caravaggio Madonna.

"And you smell nice too, Dar, your morning smell is delicious. Now come closer and play with me, big brother!"

Ah, so that was what she wanted; good, so did I; I think I wanted my little sister right now as well.

Lena grinned as I slid closer to her, my hands sliding over her, touching, caressing, squeezing, enjoying the warm vitality of the beautiful girl I married. I gently urged her over onto her back, so I could kiss and nibble her properly. Lena sighed as my lips fastened lightly on her nipple, her sighs deepening as I began to rub the little nub, feeling it grow firmer and longer as I sucked and nibbled. I slid across to do the same to the other, Lena giggling softly amid her sighs as I nibbled and tickled her, before kissing my way down her sleek abdomen and flat tummy, to swirl my tongue-tip in her navel, something that always seems to give her a jolt, and this time was no exception.

"Ooohh, Dar, ooh!" she gasped, winking at me as I looked up at her with a grin on my face. I continued kissing and licking her flat belly, moving ever downwards, until my tongue brushed the apex of her waxed slit, making her jump and sigh again.

"Darryl..." she whispered, her voice midway between a groan and a caress, causing me to delve deeper between her thighs, licking and tasting her as her pussy lips flowered open under my tongue. I could feel her labia getting warmer as they engorged, and my head swam with the nearness of her, her sweet, earthy, tangy aroma, and the taste of her on my tongue.

"Wait Dar..." she murmured, sliding away from me, kneeling up instead to smile naughtily at me.

"Like this, Stud-Muffin!" she grinned, straddling me with her back to me. I twigged right away what she wanted, so I shuffled lower down the bed so my face was right under her moist and swollen pussy, ready to continue my assault on her. As I clasped hold of her taut, perfectly sculpted buttocks, I pulled her to me, once more slipping my tongue into her moist, steamy little honey-pot.

Lena sighed and leaned forward, taking hold of me and pumping me, testing how ready I was, before delicious heat and wet suction enveloped me as she slipped her lips over the end of my cock.

We played for what seemed like hours, working each other right up to the brink then pulling back, prolonging the moment and delaying the inevitable, but it wasn't humanly posible to keep each other so keyed-up without something giving, and it was Lena who finally broke first.

As I pushed the tip of my tongue between her labia again, I could feel the changes in her; this time she wouldn't be denied, and as she bore back against me, I deliberately rasped my tongue over the hard little bead of her clitoris, simultaneously sliding my thumb into her tight, slippery little anus.

Lena shuddered as she came, only my cock in her mouth preventing her screaming out loud, but the feel of her groans vibrating in her throat, pulsing against my already over-stimulated cock-head was finally too much for me, and I joined her in climax, my ears dulling as spurt after spurt of semen poured out of me, filling her mouth and throat as she writhed and shuddered against me, until her orgasm had run its course and she slumped down on me, her heart drumming to match mine.

We lay in our sweat, muscles twitching as aftershock and adrenaline had their way with us, until Lena finally summoned enough energy to roll off me and ease her way back up to lie against me, the smell of her sweat sharp and sweet in the midsummer morning air.

"And that's another reason I keep you around, Doctor Big Brother!" she grinned, unable to stop herself giggling as the last of the tension drained away, taking me with her, so we laughed together, finally subsiding into a warm glow of love and contentment; today, right now, all was well in our world, and life was good.

*

It took almost two weeks for anything further to develop; I'd told Emma that I'd spoken with Julie, and Mark. She of course was ecstatic and wanted to go haring back down to London, but I had to burst her bubble and explain that Julie wasn't exactly champing at the bit to meet with us; then, of course, the pendulum swung the other way, and poor Emma started wallowing in the pool of guilt she'd been dabbling in for the last twenty or so years, and it took several chats and a couple of nice dinners to pull her back up again. Poor Emma, she'd invested so much time and energy in finding Julie and Mark, I felt like a complete heel telling her that Julie hadn't known of us, of her, and wasn't even that keen to meet us, or so it seemed to me.

So imagine my surprise when one evening my phone rang. It was a woman's voice, no-one I recognised, and not Julie, but the caller-ID showed a South London Area Code.

"Hello, is this Darryl Morgan?" she asked, and when I replied that it was she continued.

"Darryl, my name's Nia, Nia Morrison, we met briefly a few weeks ago, you came to my mother's house in Clapham old Town?"

Now I remembered; the beautiful Eurasian girl, the one who'd claimed she'd never heard of Julie.

"My husband and I will be in Bristol on the weekend; I was wondering if we could come and see you? It's about Julie and Mark Jameson."

Bingo. Of course I agreed. Now all I needed to know why they'd denied knowing her...

"That would be wonderful. Could my aunt Emma be here as well? I think she'd like to hear what you have to say."

Nia gave a soft chuckle.

"Of course. Saturday morning?"

"Saturday morning it is. My address is..." but she cut me short.

"It's okay, I know where you are; Julie found your address and knocked, but there was no-one in. My husband went to university in Bristol, and lived in the Halls of Residence in Clifton, as it happens, so he knows how to get to your place. We'll see you mid-morning, if that's alright with you?"

I assured her it was, and rang-off. Lena cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Looks like Julie's checking you out; I don't blame her, you do look a little shady, I'd probably be a little worried, too!"

I had no answer but to grab her and hold her while I tickled her, with Mo-Mo bouncing up and down in her baby-bouncer and giggling with her, and David climbing onto us to help me kiss and tickle his mummy.

*

Saturday morning came, and now I was feeling it; usually I'm the composed one, and Lena's the one who frets, and paces, and rearranges things and drives me mad, but this time she was a picture of calm, that sweet 'Madonna' look on her face, and the calm, unruffled manner she gets when she's pregnant already in evidence, her calmness doing nothing to calm me.

When the doorbell rang I literally jumped. Lena smiled tolerantly and patted me on the arm as she went to open the door. I heard muffled voices in the hall, and then Lena ushered our guests in. The girl Nia was as beautiful as I remembered, and her husband was a tall, handsome young man, a couple of years younger than me, and, oddly, with the same brilliantly blue eyes as his wife. Once everyone was seated, introductions made, and the niceties observed, I decided it was time to find out what had brought this couple here.

"Thank you for coming. My aunt is on her way over, she should be here soon. I take it you know Julie Jameson?" Nia smiled at my directness.