Triplets Make Five

“Are you sure?”

“Get inside me.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He thrusted into me, not taking his time, and I felt my walls scream as they open around his thick shaft. I felt my insides rip apart from his size, and the pain was almost too much to stand.

He planted his palm over my chest, pressing me into the bed as he thrust again, and my body shattered. But then my cells started to fuse back together, my muscles mended themselves, my skin adapted, and I felt something other than pain.

I felt my hips buck up, inviting him deeper inside of me. He grunted as he indulged me. And all at once, I felt the explosive orgasm rip through my entire body.

What Caleb did with his mouth was incredible, but feeling him inside me as my body burst around him it was better than anything I ever could have imagined.

It was bliss.

It was like dying and coming back to life again, all in the span of a few seconds.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and my cries mixed with his grunts as he climaxed too.

And in that moment, I realized that I would never be the same again.

14

CALEB

The phone rang on my desk and I picked up the receiver without glancing at the digital caller-ID screen.

“This is Caleb Preston.”

“Caleb!” a familiar voice gushed, and I immediately felt my shoulders clench up. I hadn’t heard that voice in years, but it immediately filled me with the same sense of dread that I felt the last time my sister Calista called.

The circumstances have always varied, sometimes she would be calling from a holding cell at jail, other times she would be on the side of the road, calling because she just crashed her car, but she couldn’t call AAA because she was drunk.

I wasn’t sure what I hated worse, the years and years of those surprise phone calls, begging me to come to the rescue and clean up whatever mess Calista had gotten herself into, or the years of silence that followed.

But now things were different. I had been waiting on this phone call. I had been counting the days, wondering when Calista would finally show some semblance of remorse or regard for her daughter.

“Calista,” I said finally, exhaling and forcing myself to stay calm. There were so many things I want to say to my sister. But I knew there was no point in getting them off of my chest now. I needed to figure out what the plan was. I needed to know where she was, how long she would be there, and what steps she was taking towards building a stable home for Emmy.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner,” Calista said. Her voice sounded soft and shy. A far cry from the drunken slur I had gotten used to in years past.

“Where are you?” I asked, ignoring the apology. That was another thing I’d gotten used to. Empty apologies. My sister was never sorry for the bad decisions that she made, and she was never sorry for the impact that her actions had on the people around her. If anything, she was sorry she got caught, sorry she had to spend a night in the drunk tank instead of downing shots at the club, sorry she had to look after a screaming infant instead of jetting off for a five day bender in the Virgin Islands with her famous friends.

“I’m in the hospital,” she sniffled in a small voice. “Caleb, I think I really fucked up this time.”

“You say that every time.”.

“God, I know.” Her voice cracked and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

“Emmy is ok,” I said. That should have been the first thing she asked. How was her daughter? Was Emmy ok? Was she safe? Was she happy? Was she asking any questions? Was she asking why her mother hadn’t come home yet?

“I knew she would be,” Calista said sadly. I wanted to slam down the phone, because I was disgusted with how selfish my sister is.

“No,” I said, “You assumed that she was ok. You assumed I would take care of things for you, just like I always do.”

“Caleb…”

“Calista,” I cut her off sternly. “This isn’t about you and me. If you want to let your life go up in smoke, that’s your prerogative. But you can’t take that sweet little girl down with you.”

“I know, I… I…”