“Um… Agata, d-did Bettina contact you before?” I asked, not looking at her and downed my glass of wine before continuing. “Um… is she… is she still interested wi—”
I was interrupted when Agata burst out laughing.
“Why?” I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Sorry, Brandy but you really sound so funny.” She shook her head, still chuckling as she clasped her mouth trying not to laugh. “Bettina called me the other day looking for him. I know he’s with you and I don’t have any intention of telling her where he is so I told her Ivo is headed to Rome. It just so happened that Ivo was indeed going to Rome.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Brandy, my brother went to Rome because he has something important to consult with his psychiatrist friend. He’s not going to kiss and make up with his ex, don’t worry,” she teased.
I shrugged. “I’m not worried.”
Agata gave me a knowing smile and sipped her wine. “Brandy, my brother has had his heart broken several times that he decided to settle for what he could just get out of a relationship if you could call it that way, which is sex, pleasure, hook-ups. It’s been a year since he took someone to our house again. Ivo likes you, I could see that in his eyes,” she said, beaming at me.
My cheeks flushed, and I felt my heart beat more rapidly in my chest.
It had been an exhausting but very wonderful day for me. How I wished that I will never forget it. The triplets enjoyed our trip. They wouldn’t stop laughing and chatting about the things we saw and did. I felt happy around them like I could let down my guard.
Agata stopped the car outside the house, and the triplets ran toward the door to get inside.
“Fratello! Fratello!” I heard them shout in unison.
I went out of the car and saw Ivo standing on their porch.
He walked slowly closer to me then there he was standing right in front of me with the biggest smile.
“You’re too early for tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t go another day without you.” Ivo immediately kissed me.
I was so nervous about everything and him kissing me just made me feel so much better.
“Let’s take this inside.” I saw that familiar mischievous smile again.
***
Ivo woke me up early morning the next day for our tour together. He told me that we were going to Malcesine.
The town is located in the Verona province, right at the edge of the Veneto Region. Malcesine is a charming locality poised between mountains and a lake. It has both the allure of nature and history. It has an impressive ancient castle, which the famous German writer Wolfgang von Goethe supposedly sketched.
We visited the St. Stefano Church. It lies just south of the center of town along the main north-south road. The church’s architecture is baroque, with some beautiful frescoes on its ceiling and walls as well as sculptures alone its nave. On a hot, crowded day in Malcesine, it was a nice cool oasis of quiet.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” said Ivo from behind me.
“It sure is.” I turned to look at him, and as always when I did, my eyes are locked on him as if by a magnetic charge and for a split second, I forgot to breathe.
“Brandy, you okay?”
I coughed out. “It’s breathtaking, yeah.” I looked down at our intertwined fingers and raised my eyes to his face.
The priest began the mass, and we knelt in unison.
All throughout the service Ivo was translating to me what the priest was saying.
“We should return to downtown now,” he said after the mass. His lips stretched into a thin grin to reveal a perfect row of white teeth.
“Let’s go.”
We explored the narrow streets of Malcesine. It was a fun area to wander around in and explore on foot. We enjoyed exploring the shops and checking out the cafes.
“You were so serious back there, kneeling and praying. What were you praying for?” His eyes stared at my lips before searching my face curiously.
I felt a calm smile on my lips. “Most of my prayers are for other people for various reasons, and praises. And today I prayed to thank Him that I have had my moments of joy.”
There was an amused look on his face. He grabbed my waist pulling me into him and tipped my chin, connecting our lips.
Just being with him there was enough reason to visit. It was such a pleasant place that I made a mental note to include it in my itinerary the next time I went to Italy.
***
“Assunta! Constantina! Rosetta! Vieni qui! Il cibo è pronto!” called Agata.
She invited some of her friends to join our small barbecue party. Ivo’s dad seemed like his normal self today. He even chatted with us and had some beer. Lucky them, they could still have these moments like this with their father. According to Agata, her father’s condition was called Lewy Body, which thankfully, still allowed them to connect to him in moments of coherence.
I sat next to him as I was so used being around people like him.
From time to time, his mood changes and he says the most bizarre things. Just like my mom. Agata’s friends just laughed at her dad’s out-of-this-world stories.
“Non hai ancora conosciuto mia moglie, non é vero?” Ivo’s dad asked.
Ivo told me he was asking if we have met his wife yet.
“Non ancora, signore.” Alfonso, one of Agata’s friends, shook his head.
“Questa è mia moglie Alondra,” he said and draped his arm around my shoulder.
Ivo explained he thought I was his wife.
“He was actually pertaining to my mom, his ex-wife, not the recent one who left. He doesn’t remember her,” Ivo explained.
I nodded and just smiled at him.
“Roberto è ora che prendi la medicina. Entriamo in casa,” said Alberta and motioned Ivo’s dad to follow her.
“Where is he going?” I asked Ivo.
“Inside the house. It’s time for his medicine,” he answered.
“I’ll help,” I offered and was about to stand up.
“It’s okay, Brandy. Alberta can take care of Dad.” Ivo pulled my hand.
“No, I want to help, Ivo. I’ll go with Alberta.”
“He’s right, just stay here with us. Alberta knows what she’s doing,” agreed Agata.
“But—”
Ivo kissed me to shut me up.
“Ivo! Agata’s friends are here.” I shrieked, pinching his nose but smiling widely anyway.
“Come, take a walk with me instead.”
We ambled through the side roads through the farmlands and eventually ended up in a barn. We walked inside in silence and saw some hay blocks. Ivo started to arrange the hay blocks into a bed and pillows, not making much of a mess. I just stood there watching him work.
“What are you doing?”
“Making a makeshift bed. Can’t you see?”
“Ivo, what are you planning to do?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I don’t have plans to have sex with you here, Brandy, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Nah, you like me too much to make me sit on the cold hard ground.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
“But if you keep on doing that I might just change my mind.” He let out a laugh. “Let’s just sit, relax and talk maybe. My feet hurts, we’ve been strolling around for hours now. Are you just gonna watch me make our bed?”
Ivo pulled me in and I instantly snuggled beside him.
“So far how do you like it here?”
“I love it here. It’s stress-free, the life here is quiet and peaceful.”
“That’s why I always wanted to go back here even when I was in Atlanta.”
“I know, right? Everything here is just perfect. The people are nice too except that Bettina.”
Ivo let out a soft chuckle. “She didn’t do anything bad to you.”
“Well, she threatened me with that text. She’ll ruin everything that we have, you know.”
“We have nothing,” he stated.
“Arrangement… we have an arrangement, Ivo,” I reiterated. “Can we not talk about her, so how was your trip to Rome?”
“Everything went well. We have a promising case. The subject is quite hesitant to talk about her condition, but hopefully, she’ll open up so I can help her get through her situation.”
“Good. I’m glad you accomplished something in that small amount of time.”
“Did you miss me when I was away?”
I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest. “No,” I quickly answered. “I was too busy having fun with the kids.”
“I’m glad you’re happy around them. You miss having a sister, do you?”
“Yeah, I haven’t had any since mom started to—” I dared not continue. “Let’s not talk about me, Ivo. You’re not going to get anything out of me.”
Ivo took my hand from my chest and held it. “It’s okay to talk Brandy. If you don’t like this ‘thing’ we have taken to the next level so do I, but I could be your friend. You can tell me anything.”
I pulled my hand back. “Friends with benefits, huh?”
“Yeah, apparently it’s a thing nowadays,” he said, and we both chuckled.
I sat up and played with some of the hay blocks beside me. “I grew up in a family of boys, Ivo. I grew up strong. Independent. I don’t want to cling to anyone and depend on anyone except myself.”
Ivo listened attentively to me.
“My family has a history of Alzheimer’s, Ivo. I am next in line. I know better than to have a boyfriend, start a family, raise kids…”
“I can help you, Brandy,” he cut me off and took my trembling hands. “If you’ll just let me.”
“Nobody can help me.”
“I will. Trust me. You’re going to be okay,” he assured and held me close to him.
“No!” I stood up and shouted at him. “I’m not gonna be okay, Ivo. I’m not gonna be okay. I can feel it. It’s coming for me, Ivo. I can feel it.” I broke down.
Ivo came up to me, cupped my face and sat me down on the make shift bed. “Shhh... shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay just relax.”
Ivo held me in his arms like I was the most fragile thing in the world until my cries turned into faint sobs.
I suddenly realized he still had me in a tight embrace, so I quickly drew away from him.
He smirked and his eyes narrowed dangerously as he grabbed my hand and pressed me against the barn wall.
I frowned and stuck my tongue out. Ivo flicked his tongue against mine, quickly taking my tongue in his mouth, and sucked it gently.
I pulled away and pretended I was disgusted at his actions. “Ivo, I’m serious! I don’t want to do it here!”
Ivo merely chuckled and pressed his lips against mine. “Shut up, Brandy,” he mumbled when our lips parted.
I groaned inwardly. He was being such a tease, and I knew that if Ivo pushed me far enough, I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me.
Unfortunately, he also knew this, and I knew he was ready to hear me say, “I want you inside me.”
While I was lost in my thoughts, Ivo had brought my hands above my head, holding both of them in his larger hand while the other roamed my body, caressing every curve.
I gasped when Ivo’s hand cupped my breast through my shirt. I squirmed slightly as he began licking my neck, giggling occasionally as it tickled my face. I arched a little, allowing him more room to suckle my neck. I vaguely registered his hand gripping my thigh and lifting it upwards to curl around his waist.
He smirked triumphantly when a lusty moan crept out of my throat as he slowly grinded against me.
“See, you do want this,” Ivo said as he let go of my hands. I wrapped them around his neck and kissed him.
“Be quiet and fuck me already.” I giggled at my boldness. He seemed to like it though.
He slid my shirt off, leaving me in my underwear. Ivo quickly flicked the button of my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. He stood back to stare down at the half-naked woman that stood before him. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Don’t stare at me like that, I feel like a piece of meat.”
Ivo chuckled at my words and began to undress until he leaned against me once more, this time, clad only in his boxers.
As we made out against the wall of the barn, I realized something was pressing against my tummy. I lowered my hand to touch his arousal gently through the silky fabric of his boxers. Ivo swatted my hand away quickly, and hurriedly unclasped my bra and buried his face between my breasts. As Ivo sucked my nipple, one of his hands lowered and cupped my panty-clad sex, making me breathe in sharply. He pushed a finger into me through the cotton fabric and watched my face in delight as I moaned softly.
I began panting heavily as he brought his lips down to my throat and his hand steadily pinched and pulled at my nipple.
I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails into them as I gasped and rocked myself against his fast-moving fingers. With a loud cry, I shuddered as I felt myself release. Ivo slid my now wet underwear down my hips, carried me over the makeshift bed bridal style, and laid me down.
He reached for his pants and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a tiny foil packet.
He removed his boxers, and I bit my lip. He rolled the condom down on his now fully hard member, and then he gently pushed my thighs apart.
“You’re so ready,” I breathed. I was waiting for him to thrust into me, but instead, he just rubbed it up and down my wetness. I let out a high-pitched moan as his manhood pressed ever so slightly into me. I tried to move my hips forward and close my eyes. I didn’t even care that we were in a barn anymore.
“A boy scout is always prepared. I don’t want you reminding me about your 4Ns rule anymore.” He gave me a wicked grin. “Brandy, watch me,” he ordered.
I opened one eye, ever so slightly then opened both and sat up, supporting myself on my elbows as I watched him press his erection between my legs. Ivo entered slowly as he watched me watch him, and I had to admit, it was more arousing.
When he had entered his whole length into me, he pushed me back into a laying position pulling my hips up to his waist. He plunged himself deeper inside me. I gasped and moaned as he pumped at a frantic pace. I tightened my legs around his waist, allowing my hips to smoothly rock along with him as my arms circled around his neck. I arched my back and grabbed handfuls of golden hay as I brought my arms above my head.
The sensation was washing over me, and I mustered up my voice to push Ivo over the edge. “Come on, Ivo. I want it so bad.”
He cried out my name as he came intensely and pulled out. I felt his warm liquid inside me. I sighed pleasurably, my legs wound around his waist once more. He pulled my hips closer to him.
Ivo leaned forward on top of me and let out a contented sigh. He plucked out pieces of straw from my hair and kissed my tired lips. “I fucking love you,” he whispered.
“You mean, ‘I love fucking you.’”
Ivo rolled off me and began picking up our discarded clothes.
“Definitely.”
I blushed but didn’t bother objecting.
We returned to the house, and I walked into the kitchen to drink some water. I felt so dehydrated after a long day of walking and our intense sack session in the barn. I smiled at that thought.
As I opened the refrigerator, a cute little notebook fell from the top. The notebook fell open on the floor. I crouched, picking it up carefully. I should have never done that, but I couldn’t stop right then. I couldn’t put it back, not when I saw my name written over it.
Patient Name: Brandy Curtis
Case #220: Suspected onset of Alzheimer’s
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