Broken Birds Part 4 by Deneb
Indulge in 'Broken Birds, Part 4' by Deneb – an erotic journey that explores passion, desire, and the complexities of intimate relationships. Immerse yourself in tantalizing storytelling that captivates and excites. Perfect for readers seeking steamy romance and unforgettable encounters!<br/>
Part 4 – Rachael’s Youth
Beth woke and reached for her new lover only to find empty bed. She realized that the shower running had woken her, so she groaned softly and began to get up. She felt the wetness beneath her. The night had ended with Rachael’s discovery that Beth squirted! Beth smiled at the memory of Rachael’s dripping face. The elegant lady with a face covered with her juice.
The bathroom door opened, framing Rachael in the light from the window. The joy in her eyes was the only greeting Beth needed.
“Hi Lover!”
“Hi Lover!”
Beth swatted Rachael’s ass as she passed to get into her shower. 20 minutes later she came out in a damp towel and wet, stringy blonde hair framing her face.
Rachael had stripped the bed and the mattress pad. She was dressed in a pair of Beth’s house pants and t-shirt. She had dried her hair a bit and had it now in a ponytail. She still looked ravishing.
They left the room with the laundry in their arms. Lynne and Susan confronted them, their arms folded across their chests. Rachael blushed beet red. Beth waved and said, “Hi Guys!” and disappeared into the laundry with the bedding.
The girls had made breakfast for everyone. As they ate, the awkwardness grew.
Beth confronted it; “OK we made love last night. Problem?”
Lynne looked away. Susan just grinned, shook her head and held up open hands pretending a false look of innocence. Beth grinned.
Rachael said softly, “I think you better explain our situation. I think you are right, but it would be better coming from you.”
Beth nodded and finished her orange juice.
Susan held up her hand. “I have something to say,” her lisp a bit more pronounced. “We are starting a new life. I don’t want to be Susan anymore. Mom, I knew you wanted me to be Shoshana. I know it identifies me as a Jew, but I don’t care. Can we change my name when this is over?”
A single tear streamed down Rachael’s face. She rose and went to Shosh, taking her face in he hands. “Of course, Honey.”
“OK. What’s your announcement?” Lynne asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Beth resisted the urge to respond in kind. Lynne was a part of her life now.
“Rachael and I talked last night about our future,” Lynne had rolled her eyes at the word talked. “The facts are simple. People want us dead. Important, powerful people. It’s not just your father. My Dad went after all my attackers. Until this is over, we’re going to be together or we die. Assuming you want to live, we can become a unit, sharing each other and my Dad or three of us can do without a man. And I am not going without a man no matter how wonderful my female lover may be.” She grinned at Rachael and winked so the girls wouldn’t see.
Shoshana was quiet, clearly processing.
Anger rose in Lynne’s eyes. “You mean we’re gonna be his harem? No way.”
Beth shrugged. “It’s that or lesboville or 6 feet under. There’s no way we can be protected if we split up. Up to you.”
Lynne stomped off to her bedroom.
It was time for Rachael’s session with Alice. Though she did not want to leave Beth, Shoshana and Lynne alone, perhaps it would be for the best.
Alice was surprised by Rachael’s smile and attitude. Somehow more relaxed and confident. Alice asked simply, ”Time to fess up. What’s going on?”
Looking straight into Alice’s eyes, she said, “Beth and I are lovers. We’re staying with Michael. So are my girls.” As she said it, Rachael realized that she would make Lynne understand.
She went on without prompting.
“You’ve asked me about my past. It’s a long, painful story.”
Rachael took several minutes to collect her thoughts and then began to slowly expose the truth.
She had been relatively sheltered as a child. Her family was small and close nit. Most of her relatives had perished in the Holocaust during the WW II and its aftermath. Along the way they had lost their identity as well. While they were nominally Jewish, no one observed the traditions or the religious laws.
Her family was quite wealthy as a result of several shrewd and manipulative grandparents and parents. Rachael’s mother was an only child and had also come from money. Rachael’s mother had died shortly after giving birth, the result of cancer, so she had no memory of her. She remained with her three brothers and her father.
Later she would realize that her father, Jacob, was not only shrewd and manipulative, but had no love for anyone other than himself. Between his business dealings and inherited wealth, he grew far richer and more powerful with no interest for the feelings or needs of others.
One night when she was 12 years old, he came into her bedroom wearing a robe and sat on the edge of her bed, patting beside him indicating she should come beside him. “I think we are going to home school you since we will be traveling a lot the next few years. I’ll introduce you to your new governess and teacher in the morning. Her name is Lana.”
Travel! No more school where she had been teased mercilessly about her looks. At 12 she had a large, hooked nose and she often heard the whispered “JAP” (Jewish American Princess). She hated that word.
“Before we go, though, I want you to have a nose job. It’ll make your face prettier.”
She jumped into his arms and kissed him in thanks. She hated her nose.
Jacob was a relatively small man with slender, almost feminine hands. Dark hair framed his high cheekbones, thin nose, thin lips and brown eyes. She clearly had his eyes. Probably his nose as well as he’d also had an operation on his when he was a teenager.
He pulled her into his lap, feeling the smoothness of her thighs against his as his robe pulled open a little.
She felt his cock rise.
He knew that little girls will do anything to please their fathers, but incest with his twelve-year old daughter was definitely not part of his plan. He hugged her tight, feeling the beginnings of her breasts. Then he pushed her off and told her goodnight and gently closed her door.
When he entered his room, Lana waited lying under the covers, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as he had asked. She had a small, upturned nose, high, Nordic cheekbones and generous lips. Her blue eyes sparkled with life.
In her room, Rachael lay awake, excited at the prospect of a new nose. She went into her bathroom and examined her nose carefully, trying to decide how she wanted it changed. While her bedroom was soundproofed, her bathroom was not.
She heard a scream followed by pitiful whimpering coming from her dad’s room. She didn’t know what to do. One ironclad rule in the house was never go into daddy’s room. The whimpering quieted and she faintly heard her father say, “It’ll feel better in the morning.”
She went back to bed.
Years later when she had become fast friends with Lana as well as her lover, Lana told her about that night. Her father had taken her anally, without preparation. Later, she would find the truth.
As they traveled the world, Lana would come to Rachael’s room whenever Jacob was away on business.
Rachael remembered the softness of Lana’s lips, her gentle caresses. Her nipples hardened as she remembered their first time they made love. They had come to Cozumel to scuba dive, but Jacob had left to go to Cancun for a business meeting and would not return for a couple of days. Beth was almost 15 years old, but had already developed into a beautiful, sophisticated young lady. The travel helped, but it seemed that after her nose was changed, she blossomed.