Stuck at the frontier of two realms, wakefulness and sleep, jolts of bone-melting pleasure stir me awake. My eyes are closed shut, my mind muddled and my limbs numb; I gain consciousness steadily with each grunt I utter. The awareness of my surroundings and my senses rises along with me. Heat pools in my loins; it has distinctive feeling from a morning wood or the aftermath of a wet dream. Unsteady respirations and hot air fan my crotch, I register in my sleepy mind all the sensations with sharp pleasure sparking in my body. I note the brightness under my eyelid. Already morning is the conclusion I draw. 

Fidgeting in the feather-soft sheets, I slowly stretch my body, resigned to get up. The ecstasy I felt as of now intensifies, drawing a broken moan out my parch throat as a consuming wet heat engulfed my d***, snapping me out of my fogginess instantly. I open my eyes to admire a shocking sight. Blinking a few times to chase the sleep away, assuring I am not imagining things. 

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Once he has me milked dry, he lifts his head, letting go of my shaft with a wet pop and cleaning with his tongue for any remnant of our session. My hands, still securely holding the dark locks, guide the head of my Hunny Bun towards me. Rory crawls his way towards me with a sensual sway of his hips, his pretty eyes looking right at me.

“Good morning, Daddy,” he whispers. Facing each other, our lips barely touching, we swim into one other soul for a moment, then exchange a much-needed kiss. Rory parts his lips readily when I pass my tongue on his plump bottom lip. Our tongues dance together, almost merging as one. My hand dips lower to his hips, nudging him into a more pleasant position until he reposes his body on mine. 

Rory parts first. He looks at me with a solemn face, and then says: “We need to talk.” 

“Sure about what?”

“Us. Our relationships. The kids…”

“Oh.” 

“That’s all you have to say? ‘Oh’? Donatello, this is serious! I love you, but I love the kids too, and they need me more than you do…” 

“Baby, calm down…”

“No, I won’t. It’s either…” I won’t let him finish his phrase, not liking where this is going. Instead, I seize the boy’s throat.

“Stop being a little bitch and listen,” he goes still immediately. “Communication takes two, that much I know. It might not be my forte, but I’m trying to cooperate and make this work, and you overacting and drawing conclusions because you need to feel in control - doesn’t help. So take a deep breath. Now let’s talk like adults, yeah?” Rory does as told and nods. “Good, let’s try again; what do you want, Baby Doll?” 

“I want us to have a relationship, but I also want the kids to have a stable life and parental figures, and you…” He trails off.

“I what? I’m too unstable to be around the kids?”

“No, it’s not that.” he rolls his eyes at me. I squint, not missing his affront. If we weren’t having a serious conversation, I would have had him over my knee for the sass.

“Then what?”

“Well, I don’t know if you ever wanted kids. I don’t want you to say yes to this just for me and shoulder a role you don’t want.”

“This what? Be more clear Sweet Cheeks.”

“Us.” 

“Huh. Rory, love,” I say with all the patience I can muster. “I know this is new for you, that you never had a romantic relationship, but you need to tell me clearly what you want us to be,” Rory flushes a pretty red, his Adam’s apple bobs under my hand.

“I-i, ah. Well, huh… I want us to be l-lovers.” 

“Ok, that’s a good start. Do you want to be lovers that just fuck when they feel like it or lovers that are involved in each other’s lives?”

“I-i, hum,” his blush deepens, his eyes look everywhere but mine. “I want us to be p-partner like…” then he mumbles the rest of his sentence. Firmly, I swat his butt cheek.

“Speak up, Rory!”

“I want us to be l-like… this is embarrassing,” he cries, attempting to hide himself in my chest. Fortunately, my hand keeps him in place. “Ma…rri..d.” 

It took me a second to assimilate what he just said. A cheesy smile flourishes on my lips as they find the sweet Angel’s earlobe. 

“You want us to have a married couple relationship? You want me to be your husband, Baby? The one who comes home and fucks you in the kitchen while you cook dinner, sit at the dinner table, and listen to the kids babbling about their day. The one who fucks you again in the bed at night? That’s what you want, to be my wife?” 

“Yes,” his voice is quiet and quaking.

“You want me to be a father to your kids?” my tone thickens, and my spent cock grows with interest. 

“Yes. B-but do you want to?”

“I never wanted to settle down with anyone before.” Rory makes a sour face. “That was until we discussed having a relationship two years ago, and well, let’s say that the thought of it is more enticing now than it was then.”

“So you do... want children? And a relationship?”

“Sure, they are less scary than zombies.”

“Don!”

“I’m kidding. But seriously, I love children. I am sure I can be an excellent father figure, having learned what not to do from two deadbeats. Plus, now have a wife to rely on for advice!”

“Uh-uh, do you now? I can’t believe you, you married someone else? Where are you hiding her?” I tickle Rory’s sides until he squirms off me, rolling beside me on the bed. Quick as a panther, I mount his body to continue my attacks.

“My wife is better looking than you. She always looks pretty. You look like you got run over by a train.” Rory gives me a death glare while laughing hysterically and fighting me meekly.

“How dare you say I don’t look pretty! Your wife will hear about this. Believe me when I say she won’t suck your dick ever again!”

Suddenly, I remember something.

“Where’s Dae?”

“I am surprised you remember his name. Do you remember the others, too?”

“Annie. Jamal and Amir. Sajan. Kelly. Now, where’s the baby?”

“He’s downstairs with his siblings and grandmothers. They are waiting for us to have breakfast.”

“You filthy slut, you made sure the kids were far away while you service my cock?”

“Anything for my Daddy.” Rory moans. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

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We were the first up. My friends were still fast asleep. Rory made me sit at the counter, offering me a steaming cup of coffee. Cream, no sugar. I greeted my Mom and Granny. The youngest children were setting the tableware, and they chirped ‘Good Morning’ in chorus, abandoning their task momentarily to talk my ear off. I had the trio circling me- it was a little overwhelming - they gabbed all at once. Before Rory or the grandmothers intervened, I stopped the - incessant - blabber and asked them to speak one at a time; otherwise, I wouldn’t understand a thing.

It was when Sajan flipped, theatrically, a slice of omelette, dropped a generous amount of potatoes, put aside a spoonful of beans and topped it off with abundantly buttered toast - in each of our ten plates - that my friends joined us followed by a hunched-over-century-old man.

While we ate, Rory didn’t miss the chance to tell us today’s plan for us. Amy would have to go with Marlaine to the East Wing for an examination. As we all came empty-handed, new clothes were in order. Clover would take our measurements. After that, we would need to discuss the tasks and duties and maybe - if time allowed - a tour of the house. My companions were astonished. They had yet to witness his obsession with time management. Ming rebuked me for the entirety of breakfast -some things never change - and I willed myself to keep my mouth shut. 

Mira, Akira, and Caspian helped Rory and his daughter. They cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes with them. As I gathered the silverware of everyone, I overheard Mira and Rory’s discussion.

“Do you find it annoying that Don always refers to you as female?”

“No, I don’t. I am comfortable being addressed as male or female. Besides, I can’t be mad or annoyed if D’s understanding of my gender preferences is lacking. I can’t change the man. And neither do I want to.”

My heart overflowed with bliss and indescribable fondness. That was something amiss in all my previous relationships: someone who loves unconditionally. ‘Do not try to make a pig sing,’ old fart Ming would say, ‘you waste your time and annoy the pig.’

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Our new peers and Don adapted slowly to their new routines for the following days. Mom had hurriedly sewn clothes to put on their backs; she first gave them a flannel shirt, cotton pants, underwear and socks to all of them.

The old nurse treated Amy’s injury. It was healing well, without infection or complication. Marlaine praised the stitching job and then prescribed her a homemade green salve. The second floor of the greenhouse was for herbal medicine and connected to a room filled with equipment worthy of witchcraft. It had rows of shelf after shelf of bottled plants, fine powders and suspicious mixtures. She had to apply said salve to her wound twice a day at best. It must have been efficient since Amy moved around efficiently four days later. 

On the second day that followed their arrival, Percy and Milo were already inquiring about the bus that drove us here. The odd vehicle fascinated them. They wasted no time and examined the solar panels on the rooftop, scrutinized the belly of the beast and even opened a compartment containing its secrets. Passionate about any engine or machine, the two brothers inspected the bus and took rigorous notes. When they had done thorough inspection of the bus, they moved on to its brother, then to the cars, tractor, snowplow, etc. With the utmost attention to detail, they made sure everything was in order. With all the vehicles being barely four years old, they were in a fair state, so they soon focused on looking behind the scenes of the house. They went as far as to climb to the roof to inspect the solar panels installed there, the boiler and workshop room in the garage, the mudroom or even the basement.

To Both brothers’ surprise, the spruce up of the house, had been thoughtfully executed. The ingenuity that went into the making of it was outstanding. All toilets were composting toilets. Be the water used to bathe or wash vegetables and dishes - the tank storing the grey water was separate from the clean water - and went through layers of filtration before being reused. The system was similar to the ones in the buses but larger in scale . As for the boilers, there were two big electric ones in the mudroom and an old mid-century one in the garage that wood or coals could power if the solar panels were to give up.

Akira followed Kelly around. The two girls became fast friends along with Caspian. Kelly usually spent her days either helping Marlaine and Master Ming in the botanic lab, or Clover with her seamstress job and sometimes helping me with the cleaning chores. She went on to the same as always but with her new friend tagging along. When I found to stroll on the second floor, by either the botanic lab or Clover’s workshop, I could hear the girls giggle; I was speechless when Kelly’s voice floated in the air that once. 

Unfortunately, the two friends missed the company of Caspian and visited him in the infirmary often during the day. The boy had come down with a fever days after his arrival. His condition was worrying, as it had yet to break down. He lay in bed with Marlaine and Ming, whom tended to him in rotation. The poor boy was rarely conscious, making it almost impossible for him to eat, and when he regained consciousness, he didn’t have the strength to stomach food. The two physicians had to figure a clever ploy to get fuel into the boy’s body. They mix supplements they made from the herbs they grew into his water. That way, he would have a bit of sustenance.

Sajan was glad when some of our new members showed interest in looking after the animals and land. It was with pride that he showed Don and Amy the barn. Annie and the twins beg me to accompany their big brother and the two others to the barn. They were so excited to show their favourite animals that I had to accept.

So, while everyone was busy, Mira and I, with a baby strapped to my chest, took care of the house and everyone’s meals. We did the laundry, the cleaning, and the cooking and even went to the East wing to prepare the second-floor apartments. We draped off the white dusty clothes covering the furniture and readied the two lodgings for their new inhabitant. As much as they liked their living situation - Amy and Mira yearned for privacy, and the three brothers were uncomfortable around our family - I could tell. 

We all woke up with smiles painted on our faces, buzzing with energy, and went to sleep tired but happy with our accomplishments.