I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... reaching for my clothes when he came back into the room with a warm, damp, cloth and towel. He knelt by me and tenderly cleaned by legs and pussy, wiping the blood and fluids from my ass crack. He took my clothes and while helping me dress said, "The girls will be home soon. We must straighten up." I stripped the bed when we finished, and Otto went downstairs. While I was remaking it I heard Gerta and Ingrid burst into the house, "Daddy, oh Daddy, you're home!" The scamper of feet and the rush of words and laughter made me smile. Would I become part of this lovely family? Did Otto want me? Could I be his wife? ooo During every moment we could capture for the next two months, Otto and I made love. I know my mother was curious about my constant presence at his house, especially on the weekends, but she never pried. I gave a lot away by my demeanor. I had never smiled or laughed so much in my young life. Later on, when I learned the whole truth about my going to work for Mr. Gross and her part in the plan, I would understand. By tacit agreement, we never engaged in intercourse while the little girls were in the house. It would have been very wrong to sully their existence by our illicit lovemaking. Otto and I were extremely close now. Our conversations were so much fun! He was an interesting and witty man. His stories of his travels across the country by train to sell for his company enlarged my knowledge of life as well. As Fall trended toward Winter, our lovemaking became ...

... more experimental and passionate. I was all his in my mind but though he was very intimate when in the throes of sex, the phrase 'I love you, Lilly' still was not said. Just before Christmas, all that changed with an intensity. We had finished putting the girls to bed on the Friday before Christmas. All afternoon we had performed our love rituals in his bed before Gerta and Ingrid had come home from school. We sat by the small fireplace in the front room sipping a bit of brandy and watching large snow flakes drift down through the light from the window. We cuddled languidly two lovers at peace. "Otto, I have a very special Christmas gift for you. I hope it is one you will accept, dear." He must have been dozing a little because he didn't react right away. Then, after shaking his head a bit, he said, "A gift, Lilly? You needn't do that sweetheart. Please don't feel obligated to do that. A kiss is more than enough." He leaned forward and placed his lips on mine most tenderly. "Dear, this is a gift we will both share. Otto, I am pregnant." My heart stopped; an unwanted fear rose in me. Was I too abrupt? How could I have told him in softer, less dramatic way? He pulled his head back from my shoulder, stared into the fire for a long moment and then turned to me with a huge smile, "Finally, Lilly, finally. I didn't know if we could. I've been waiting for this for weeks. I want a child with you. Thank God!" He embraced me and planted little kisses on my face; his arms encircled me with ...