Sweeter Than Wine (15 page)

She moaned again, as the motion created an
erotic sensation through her.

She forgot her resolve to hold herself in
check. When Sam kissed her, she forgot everything but the way his
lips felt on hers. His tongue shot out to blend with hers,
mating.

Lost in a world of their own, they were
propelled to reality when a soft knock came at their door.

"Sam, Rosie is here…can you come down
now…"

He cleared his throat, and pulled her bra
back into place, "We'll be right down." He called.

"Later, baby," he whispered to Lacey as he
kissed her hard on the lips one more time.

After they both checked themselves in the
mirror, they went downstairs and met Rosie.

Rosie was a pleasant looking woman in her
sixties and she took one look and shook her head. "Lord have mercy,
its John all over again. You are his son. I'd know that no matter
what."

Sam took the ladies hand and smiled. "I'm
Sam, this is Lacey."

"Sam, oh my. Come on, sit down here with me,
and let me look at you. It's like looking back thirty or forty
years. Susan's boy." She sighed heavily.

"Did, did you know my mother, too?" he asked,
his face a mask of emotions.

"Oh yes, darlin', I knew her. We went to
school together. She was a shy little thing, and so taken with your
father. It was love at first site. You have her smile." Rosie
reflected and her eyes misted.

She shook her head, as she seemed to be
remembering it all for him, "They were so in love. She was John's
first love. She was a poor girl, and he was rich. She was afraid of
his family, afraid they would disapprove of his choice, and they
did. However, that didn't bother John. He loved her so much he
wanted to marry her. That got your grandfather in such a stir. He
told him he'd disinherit him if he did. John was stubborn and very
much in love. He married Susan and left home. He got a job in the
lumber camps and they were so happy that first year they were
together. It looked as though nothing would ever break them up.
John had a good education, and he was a great help to the lumber
boss. He moved up quickly, and before long, John was running the
camp himself. Then Susan got pregnant. They were so happy. John
threw a big party and everyone came. They bought furniture for
their small house and John painted the room for the baby.
Then…..Susan went into labor. She was on the mountain and John had
to drive her all the way down to the hospital. She was in terrible
pain, and when they checked her, they said you were in the wrong
position and that they would have to turn you. They said if they
didn't it would break your neck. Then several hours later, the
doctor came out…and said she was fine, but the baby didn't make
it.

"The look on Johns face was as black and
thunderous as any man I've ever seen. He jerked the doctor up by
the collar and demanded to see the baby. Everyone in the hospital
was scared, because he was so mad and so upset.

"He had to tell Susan, and Susan went out of
her mind. It was as if someone pulled the switch and killed her.
She wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk, and wouldn't do anything. John
tried and tried to take care of her. However, every day she got
worse. She couldn't accept the baby's death. She said she knew you
weren't dead, she felt you right before she delivered you. She
wouldn't accept it. It went on like that for months. Finally John
decided there was nothing left to do but put her in a sanitarium.
So he did. He visited her for a while. Then one day she died and
John changed so after that."

Rosie reached for Sam's hand. "I don't know
what happened, but I do know you are his son. Lord, I wish I could
turn back the clock and fix this..."

Sam's tears spilled silently, as Kasie came
to sit in front of him, her hand going to his as she cried with
him. "I'm so sorry..."

Chayton stood close by. Lacey was sitting
beside Sam on the couch, and no one said anything for a long
moment.

Sam nodded, "I wish you could turn it back
too."

Then something struck Sam, "My dad's folks
didn't like Susan?"

"It's not that so much as they didn't think
she had the social class that John needed. Her family was terribly
poor."

"Did they help my father and mother when this
happened?" Sam asked.

"No, they weren't on speaking terms. It was
many years later that they made some sort of peace." Rosie
remembered so much of it now.

"Did anyone else help them?"

"Oh yes, hon, a lot of people in the area,
the lumber camp, they got together and chipped in money so your
father could afford the Sanitarium. They helped take care of her
for some time. Nevertheless, it was impossible after a while. She
couldn't even feed herself. They thought she might starve to death.
It was such a shame, because she was a sweet little thing." Rosie
explained.

"You never told me about that, Rosie?"
Chayton came to put his hands on her shoulders, knowing it was
emotional for them all. However, Rosie was older and had been his
friend so long; he wanted to comfort her too.

Sam looked at Rosie, and held her hand a
moment, "I want to thank you for coming up here and telling me
about this. You don't have any idea what it means to me. I'd give
anything if it had been different."

Rosie took him against her and they both
cried for a moment.

To break the emotion, Kasie got up and
finished fixing supper and they gathered about the table. She said
the blessing and added Sam and Lacey to her family roll call.

"Rosie, is my grandfather still alive?" Sam
asked.

"No darlin' he died fifteen years ago. Why?"
she asked.

"I would have liked to talk to him, is all."
Sam tried to smile.

Rosie set her spoon in her bowl and looked
over at him, "But the doctor that delivered you is still alive. You
could talk to him. It's only right you should know what happened.
How you came to be who you are."

Sam's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Thank you…"
he covered Rosie's hand again.

After supper Kasie played several home movies
for Sam and Lacey and Rosie was able to call out every name in the
movie. Sam saw a side of his father, saw the resemblance, and knew
he had found his real family. Relief and sadness joined his
heart.

That night Sam and Lacey went up to their
room, weary from the emotional pull of the day. At least a lot of
questions were answered and Sam knew he had found his true
beginnings.

"So now what do you think of your sister?"
Lacey asked as she threw on her t-shirt and joined him in the
bed.

His arm came around her shoulders
automatically, his fingers moving softly over her arm. She couldn't
think when he touched her. Already she felt a fire flaming to
life.

"I think she's pretty swell actually. I never
expected her to be so friendly and cordial. Or him either. I like
Chayton too. And Rosie…dear Rosie, how sweet of her to tell me so
much about my folks. I'm so glad I came. However, there is
something I want to check into." Sam said, his hand moved to cup
her breast through her t-shirt, circling the nipple with his thumb,
absently. She squirmed restlessly. Didn't he realize what he did to
her, how his touch ignited her?

"What?" Lacey asked wondering when he would
be satisfied and if he would make love to her tonight. She wanted
him to, needed him to, even though her heart broke every time she
thought about going home.

"It was something Rosie said about my
grandparents." Sam tried to lean back and relax, but feeling the
hard nub of her nipple made him slip his hand under her t-shit. She
sighed happily. "I think I know what is behind it all now, but I
want to be sure."

"Behind what?" Lacey looked into his face and
moved a little closer so he could have all the room h needed to pet
and cuddle with her.

"Lacey, I got the impression that my
grandparents might have done anything to break my parents up. If
that's true, then the crime we were speaking of lies with them."
Sam said as he bent to nibble against her belly. She laughed.

"So, what exactly are you going to do?" Lacey
asked wishing he would relax, and quit worrying about it right
now.

"Noting right away, I'm going to enjoy my
sister and brother-in-law for a few days and then…I'll have to go
back to work. But I aim to check it out."

"Honey, have you thought about just letting
it all lie….It's been years. You can't help your mother, and you
can't do anything to your grandparents, they are dead." She
insisted, as his hands searched her out more thoroughly...

"You don't think I should pursue it?" He
glanced at her.

"I don't know what good comes from stirring
up something that happened so long ago? Your father is dead your
mother is dead. It won't bring them back…"

"I guess I need closure of some sort…." His
tongue went inside her belly button and he blew hard making a loud
sound.

She giggled. "Stop that…"

He moved down her leg to her feet and cradled
a foot in his hand. Lacey almost laughed again, but when his mouth
came around her toe, she jumped with reaction. "Isn't it enough
that you have a nice family to cling to?" She wiggled her toe and
he grabbed another.

"It is nice…and they answered so many
questions. However, it's like some mystery that goes unsolved.
Solving it, puts closure to it all." Now he was paying attention to
her feet and massaging them, then sucking on a toe. She moved
restlessly on the bed. Never had she had a man suck her toe, and
never in all her life would she have dreamed that it felt so
erotically good.

"Maybe your right, but I can't concentrate on
it, while you touch me like that…I want you," she pleaded.

He smiled and turned all his attention on
her.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm
sure glad they gave us this room, otherwise I might have to stroll
through the house to find you."

Reminded of the end of their vacation Lacey
realized that although they had made love, the end was in sight and
she was gong to have to gear up for that. She might never know what
he was going to do now and sadness griped her.

When he turned to her and kissed her, she
tried to harden herself to him, so he couldn't keep taking the
advantage, but he'd been through so much today…he needed her.
Because she loved him she let herself be swept away again.

But this new manipulation stimulated her
differently. She hadn't expected it.

"Have I ever told you, how bad I have a foot
fetish?" he asked huskily as he eyed her then took her toe into his
mouth and twirled his tongue around it, pulling gently with his
teeth, then sucking. He was so slow and thorough it turned Lacey's
insides to jelly.

Lacey couldn't stop the laugh, but what he
was doing was terribly erotic and he knew it, judging by his
expression.

Slowly he kissed her foot, all over, sending
little signals to her libido that melted her heart. "No one's
ever—.done that," she threw back her head and tingled as his tongue
ran slowly up and down the pad of her foot. Sensations washed
through her.

Her breathing grew labored, especially as he
began to work his way upward over the calf of her leg, behind her
knee, and up her thigh.

Then he put his hot tongue over her briefs
and gave her a wet kiss. She sighed down into the bed, like a piece
of slowly melting chocolate. He breathed against her there and she
reached for his shoulders.

"Clothes are nice, but we don't need them,"
he whispered, as his fingers reached to pull her panties down.
Another erotic move, she watched him in some sexual fascination, as
he inched them slowly down her leg, kissing as he went. Then they
flew to the floor, and he kissed his way back up.

She'd never known such pleasures as he
evoked, with his slow meaningful gestures. Once he came up on her
thigh, he rolled her over.

"What, what are you doing?" she asked,
shocked, and excited all in one. She wanted; no needed him inside
her, but this was different. His lips moved the t-shirt away so he
could look at her round hips. His hands slid beneath her so he
could heat her there too, as he lifted her to his face and began
kissing her there. His thumb absently stroked her hard nub as his
lips delved against the crevice of her backside, kissing, and
licking, pushing her into his face, and smothering her with hot,
wet kisses. His tongue darted out to delve deeper, she felt herself
grow hot thinking about what he was doing, and enjoying the
sensations he evoked with his lips and tongue. She quivered against
him. "There isn't an inch of you I don't want." He sighed against
her.

She sighed, "There isn't an inch you can't
have…"

In one flip, he turned her back over and
dipped his head into her love nest. His lips working magic against
her as every lap of his tongue sent a streak of fire through her.
She felt herself grow hot, wanton, and needy. She felt her breast
pucker. She let the sensations wash over her, like a tide picking
her up and tossing her into heaven. She moaned the pleasure he gave
her.

Without stopping though, she began to climb
the mountain of ecstasy herself. Her hips rose to meet his tongue
eagerly, hungrily, as she touched the heavens of his
lovemaking.

For long lingering minutes she clutched him,
needing to be closer, needing to move against that wet, hot tongue
more and more. She panted, humped, and groaned from the sheer
pleasure he created in her. Then she pulled him up and kissed him,
tasting once more the love that came between them.

"It's my turn," she whispered as she slowly
came down from the clouds.

He smiled, and lay flat on the bed, "Okay,
woman, you can have me…."

She turned upside down, so that her hips were
in his face and took him in her mouth, moving ultra slow over the
tip of him, then down and up until he began to move against
her.