Read HIS OTHER SON for Free Online Page B

didn’t?”
                He
said nothing.
    She tugged gently at the
hair growing at the nape of his neck. “Look, if you just want to kiss, that’s
fine. We don’t have to go any further, not if you don’t want to. Come on.” She
lifted herself up higher and pulled his head around until their faces were
inches apart. She could see fine beads of sweat on his top lip, and he was
trembling ever so slightly. A thought popped into her head from nowhere and it
excited her. I’m going to make my first virgin! And she felt herself
grow moist.
    Suddenly he was kissing her.
He’d come at her so hard the metal of his retainers clashed painfully against
her teeth, and she had to fight the urge to pull away. Gradually she relaxed
into the kiss, slid her tongue into his mouth and probed for his. His mouth
tasted slightly coppery. She felt the tension leave him as she put her arm
around the back of his neck and drew him on top of her. His hand reached up
and, this time of its own volition, grasped her breast, fingers kneading, and
she felt her nipple stiffen and prod against his palm.
    They broke for breath and
she said, “Undress me.”
                Dean
nodded dumbly. Suddenly he didn’t seem so young and innocent any more. He
looked at her with eyes that craved her body. He’s got nice eyes for a kid, she thought, as his hand curled around her back, found the zipper and eased it
down. The satin ball gown slid from her shoulders and she raised her body so he
could peel it off. For a moment, seeing her in just a black lace bra and
panties, Dean grew flustered again, but, patiently, she coaxed him back, deftly
removing his bow tie with one hand while the other worked on the buttons of his
shirt.
    The sun lounger creaked with the weight of their bodies, and the cane work was making patterns
on her naked back, but she was oblivious to the discomfort. She opened his fly
and eased out his stiffened penis. Gripping it lightly she moved her hand up
and down its length, almost bringing him to the point of climax before releasing
her hold. She moved around until finally she was on top of him. She traced a
line down his body with the tip of her tongue, stopping at the bush of fair,
down-soft pubic hair.
    He shuddered underneath her.
“That feels so good,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
    Outside the pool house two
white robed figures stood at the window, watching Paula and Dean’s lovemaking
dispassionately. They exchanged looks and smiled. It was almost time .

 
 
    The atmosphere in the study was becoming electric.
Randolph Stock leaned forward in his wheelchair and stabbed at the air in front
of him with his cigar. “Are you saying it can be done?”
    Brother Simon shifted his
bulk on a chair that was too small for him. One of the robed figures stood
behind him, the other was standing at the door. “That it could be done was
never in doubt, Mr. Stock, at least not in my mind, nor in the mind of the holy
father, Dr Romodon . The doubt was only in your own.”
                “Yes,
yes, but you can now give me certain guarantees, right?”
                “This
is so.” Brother Simon’s face was serene as he watched the older man. Randolph
Stock was close to tears. He set his chair in motion and spun it around so that
his back was towards the fat man. If he was going to cry then he wasn’t going
to let anybody witness it.
                “I
find all this very hard to believe,” he said, the words catching in his throat
and threatening to choke him.
                “It
must be, for the layman. The resurrection of the dead is a complicated moral
issue. Indeed, if we were of the Christian persuasion, what we are discussing
here might very well be described as heresy. And yet the Christian hypocrisy is
complete, for when Christ rose from the tomb it was claimed as a miracle.”
                “But
we’re not talking about Christ rising from his tomb.