A Sister's Power. Cydney Rax

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      “What’s that, Lita?”

      “He left you with those two beautiful girls. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s the best thing he’s ever done.”

      “Coming from you, that’s a miracle.” Burgundy let out a laugh. “And a miracle is exactly what we need right about now.”

      * * *

      Hours after Burgundy discovered Nate’s doll, she was at home dealing with household issues when she pondered a sudden idea. She made a quick phone call and then went into the family room where the girls were playing and being watched by Liz.

      “Liz,” Burgundy said. “Something critical has come up at the last minute. I need to handle it. This situation might even take all night.” Burgundy attempted to look the woman in her eyes. “That means that I will need your help, need you to stay here with the girls tonight. Can you manage that? Of course, you’ll be generously compensated for your efforts.”

      “It’s fine, Mrs. Taylor,” Liz told her. “I don’t mind watching the girls.”

      “Can I trust you?” Burgundy’s voice trembled.

      When Nate passed away, Burgundy was tempted to fire Liz. Her commitment back then was sketchy at best, but at the same time, Liz had grown to become like a second mom. She, in fact, proved to be one of the most stabilizing forces in Burgundy’s life after her husband died.

      “Liz, you know I’m trusting you to watch my babies closely. We don’t need a repeat of what happened last time. In fact, instead of sleeping in the downstairs guest room, you should use the upstairs one.”

      Liz nodded.

      “Yes, ma’am. You can trust me. I won’t let you down.” Liz felt awful about what happened to Nate and since then had shown great remorse and increased responsibility regarding the girls.

      Once Burgundy felt secure that Liz knew what she expected from her, she sneaked her overnight bag into the garage and then laid it on the floor behind the driver’s seat. It was eight o’clock that Saturday night in mid-October. It was pitch black outside.

      She was about to back out of the garage when she remembered to cover her weekender bag with a quilt that she always left in the vehicle in case of an emergency.

      Just as Burgundy was about to back down the driveway, the front door opened. Natalia raced out of the house with no shoes on.

      She waved at her mother who sighed and then rolled down her window.

      “Y-you leaving us? W-where are you going?”

      “Um, Natalia get back in the house. You’re barefoot and it’s freezing cold out tonight.”

      “I asked you where are you going?” The girl rose up on her toes. She stared into the SUV.

      “Nat, I don’t feel well and I need to make sure I get better.”

      “You’re going to the ER?”

      “Not quite. It’s called Urgent Care. It’s kind of similar but doesn’t nearly cost as much . . . And the lines aren’t as long.”

      “Are you going to get sick and die like Daddy?”

      “Oh my God, sweetie. No. It’s not that serious. Just something I need to take care of. I’ll be back before you know it.”

      “No, Mommy don’t go. Let me go with you. Please.”

      “Oh God,” Burgundy cried out. Ever since Nate died, neither girl liked for Burgundy to be out of their sight for long. She got out of the car and gave Natalia a nice, long hug, and kissed her several times. Then she got back in the car and started the engine.

      “I swear nothing is going to happen to me, or to you, or your sister. Stay away from that stove and do as Liz tells you. Go back in the house. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Love you.”

      Natalia stood there as her mother slowly drove off.

      Burgundy fought back tears all the way to urgent care.

      She parked outside Edmund’s house and called Natalia. “I made it to Urgent Care.”

      She hung up, sat for a while and got her head together, and shortly thereafter Edmund welcomed her inside.

      A warm bath awaited Burgundy as well as a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The flame from the apple spice candles flickered around the whirlpool tub. Edmund was a jazz enthusiast with an appreciation for good music. When Burgundy entered the bathroom, smooth jazz could be heard. Lush, lovely, melodies made the ambiance pleasant and romantic.

      “Wow, all this for me?” she cooed.

      “Why of course.”

      “I’m impressed.”

      “I actually had to let the water out and run another tub full. But you finally made it.” Edmund grabbed Burgundy around the waist. He kissed her lips, hungrily devoured her, as he’d been wanting to touch her and be with her all day long.

      “I’m sorry, Elm. I-I had to handle some things first.” Her mom guilt was trying to take over. “You know how it is.”

      “It’s fine. You’re here now. Make yourself at home.”

      First Burgundy called Liz to see how the girls were doing.

      “They are totally into this movie,” she said in her Caribbean accent. “They aren’t paying any attention to me.”

      Burgundy laughed. “Sounds good.”

      Liz whispered to her, “Enjoy your night. We’re all right over here.”

      After she hung up, Burgundy joined Edmund. She threw her arms around his neck. Upon smelling him she felt she’d made the right decision. He smelled good. He had an earthy, petrichor scent that made her feel womanly and sensual.

      “Let’s get you more comfy,” he told her. She was wearing a black, double-breasted coat dress that clung to her wide hips.

      Edmund sat on the bed and reached out to grab her. He pulled her close as she stood in front of him. He squeezed her around her ass which was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She smiled and looked down at him. Staring at Burgundy in admiration, he slowly undid each button. He unlatched her bra and tossed it to the floor.

      When her round, plump breasts were exposed, he couldn’t help himself. They stood at attention, not sagging at all, and the mere vision of her body made Edmund hunger for her even more.

      “May I have some?” he asked.

      She nodded.

      He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it softly at first and then more firmly. He flicked his tongue across the nipple and felt it hardening as he licked it repeatedly.

      Warm sensations flowed through her. She closed her eyes and felt herself grow weak.

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