Selena Kitt - Baumgartner generations: Janie

I think I was two, maybe almost three years old when my brother Henry came along. I admit, I dont remember looking forward to having a sibling. I was pretty mad about the whole thing. My mother still tells people about the time I used an entire bottle of Elmers glue to try and seal the babys room door shut-and he hadnt even arrived yet. Besides, he was getting my old room, the one with the fun window you could crank open on hot days, and what good was that going to be for a baby, anyway?

It didnt matter that I had brand new wallpaper in my new room with ladybugs that were as soft as velvet to the touch-the room that used to be Daddys office with the big oak desk-or that my mother had taken me shopping to find the perfect ladybug bedspread to match. It didnt matter that I had a new big-girl bed with a tall canopy and wispy white curtains that billowed in the breeze from the open window like sails.

It didnt matter, because I was sure, once that baby came, no one would love me anymore.

It was after the Elmers glue incident, after my Daddy had threatened to paddle me within an inch of my life-he never did, he never touched either of us in anger that way, but he would say it sometimes and it was the one time I really believed he might actually do it-I finally crawled into my mothers lap and laid my soul bare.

She didnt rush to reassure me or change my already-made-up little mind. She just rocked me gently and let me cry about it for a while.

Finally, she asked, You love me, dont you, Janie? I nodded against her breast, easily giving her the reassurance I was looking for myself.

And you love your daddy, dont you, precious? She stroked my hair, long and blonde like hers, only a few shades lighter.

Yes, I agreed, squirming in her lap, already sensing somehow what was coming.

But how can you love us both?

Her question stopped me and I stared up at her, my mouth gaping, the realization slowly dawning. She whispered, Our hearts are so big, Janie, that we can always love.

No matter what. We always have room to love someone else. Then she laughed and cuddled me close. Besides, were Baumgartners. We can love the whole world if we want to.

And it was true. They loved me and they loved my brother, and we both loved them. We were a family-we were the Baumgartners, and we Baumgartners could love the whole world.

At the time, my mother was just reassuring a jealous sibling, saying something to comfort me when my world was about to expand beyond my usual, comfortable boundaries

Years later, though, pressed between two warm bodies under the sheets, I would remember her words, and they would take on a whole new meaning.

I was resistant to the idea at first, sure that I wouldnt get enough love, enough attention, that my world would come crashing down if I included anyone else, but I was proven wrong then, and I was proven wrong later. Experience proved me wrong again and again, opening my heart wider with every new encounter.

I was a Baumgartner. I was made to love-often and well. My mother was right.

She always is.

Sometimes I think I really could love the whole world, if the world gave me a chance.

I usually didnt spend the night in their bed.

Mostly it was to keep up appearances-Beth was in second grade and smart as a whip, and none of us wanted her asking questions we couldnt answer. But it was something else, too. Ronnie and TJs bed waswell, it was their bed. They loved me and I loved them, and sometimes I shared their bed, but it was stilltheirs. It was an unsaid sort of thing, but they wanted it like that, and really, so did I. It was better that way.

We were always careful-the door was firmly shut and locked at night-but once in a while, usually on a weekend when no one had to set an alarm for the morning rush, Id wake up pressed firmly between their flesh, TJs thigh tucked between mine from behind, my cheek resting against Ronnies breast, my breath making her nipple hard even in her sleep. I liked those mornings, in spite of myself. It was a delicious way to wake up, feeling TJs hand moving over my hip, watching as he reached across me to tweak his wifes nipple, encouraging her awake.

Our nights were long and wild and crazy, but our mornings, when we had them, were invariably slow and sweet and lazy. Ronnie was a deep sleeper, the slowest to respond to TJs early morning urges, but I was all too aware of him with the swollen length of his cock rubbing me from behind. I couldnt help wiggling back against him, spreading my legs to make room for him to slip between, not entering me, just using the flesh of my thighs to press him snugly as he rocked against me.

He liked it when I reached down to touch myself, spreading my smooth pussy lips, letting my wet slit become a slick crevasse for him to plow through, still not entering

me, teasing my clit with the head of his cock with every pass. Even our gentle rocking and my soft moans as TJ cupped the fullness of my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between thumb and finger, didnt wake Ronnie. She slept, her hair spread out on the pillow, my own mixed with hers like flecks of gold in the darkness, while her husband probed between my legs with his fingers now instead of his cock, following my wetness to its sweltering source.

I couldnt help but turn, lifting my bottom in the air as he fingered me. Faster! I whispered. Harder!

More? he asked, not waiting for my response before slipping a third finger in, stretching me, making me moan against the mattress. When he moved behind me, his motion shifting the bed, Ronnie stirred, sighing softly in her sleep and curling her hand up under her chin. I watched her chest rise and fall, her pink nipples puckered and hard, and I wondered if she was dreaming about this very thing as TJ teased me from behind, his cock sliding up and down between my pussy lips.

Please, I whispered, looking back at him, his eyes dark with lust in the early morning light. Fuck me, TJ.

I used my muscles to squeeze the head of his cock as he pressed it against my hole and he gasped, grabbing my hips and shifting forward. I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, enjoying having him to myself for the moment, focused solely on me as he reached around to cup the sway of my breasts in his hands.

God youre so fucking tight, he whispered, and I whimpered as he pulled back, only halfway in me, to thrust again. This time he made it all the way in and stayed there

for a moment, his cock throbbing so thickly I could feel his pulse. I love your little cunt, Janie

I squirmed under his praise, pressing my cheek against the mattress, my eyes roaming over Ronnies curves as she slept beside us. She shifted in her sleep as TJ

began to fuck me. He was in no hurry, using my juices to slowly wet his way, his fingers alternately tweaking my nipples and strumming my clit, keeping me guessing.

Lick her, TJ urged, his hand in my hair, guiding me. I want to watch. I didnt need to be asked twice. I leaned over to kiss the rise and fall of Ronnies belly, down to the hairless cleft of her pussy. I loved smelling her, tasting her, using my tongue to part her lips so I could focus on the sweet bud of her clit. She came awake a bit at a time, her hips beginning to move in rhythm with my tongue, her eyelids fluttering, her breath coming faster, faster. She was just half-awake, her nipples standing straight up, her pussy swelling under the attention of my mouth.

When she finally opened her eyes and moaned out loud, fisting her hands into my hair, I moved fully between her open thighs, eager to please her now. TJ groaned, his cock slowing as he watched his wifes body twisting, arching, one hand on my head, the other palming her breast, fingering her nipple and I knew-he must be close to coming. He always did that when he wanted to wait, slowed to almost stopping, making that little growly noise in his throat.