Chapter 19: Waking up in her Mistress’s bed.
The next morning, Nicky woke up in Miss Vicky’s bed, a little confused at first. The last thing she remembered was that they were both in the dungeon in the four-poster bed. Miss Vicky had just removed the restraints and was holding her. She remembered telling Miss Vicky she loved her. Then she must have fallen asleep. Had Miss Vicky actually carried her upstairs and put her in here? Nicky wondered why she hadn’t taken her to her own room instead, but she was happy that she hadn’t. It was rare that Miss Vicky let her spend the entire night in her bed. Actually, it was rare for her to let anyone into her private space, her sanctuary.
Nicky looked over to see Miss Vicky lying next to her, sleeping soundly in a black lace nightgown. Nicky cautiously slipped out of bed and stood watching Miss Vicky sleep. As she watched her Mistress peacefully sleeping, watching her steady, rhythmic breathing, Nicky sighed as thoughts of the night before filled her mind. She really did love her Mistress, but she longed to be with Rick. Even after last night, she still had this unstoppable wish to give herself to Rick entirely. Even standing there watching her Mistress sleep, thoughts of Rick kept invading her thoughts.
Nicky quietly walked out of Miss Vicky’s bedroom and headed down the hall to her bathroom. Nicky felt the ache between her legs from the day before. Between Rick and then Miss Vicky, every step caused sparks of pain to shoot through her. Nicky savored each one. She was sore and very happy. She had earned every ache and pain and would happily give her body to either of them again for more. She trusted both Miss Vicky and Rick; she knew they loved her and would always care for her. She honestly felt that her loyalty and her body were all she had to give them in return for their love.
When Nicky was in the bathroom, the scent of sweat and used sex assaulted her. She reached into the shower and turned it on to let the water warm up. While she waited, she walked over and looked at herself in the mirror. She grinned; she really was a mess. Her hair was tangled, glued to her skin in places. She looked down and saw pieces of wax still clinging to her skin. As the steam from the shower fogged over the mirror, she turned and climbed in.
Nicky stood under the spray of hot water, letting it cascade over her naked body and wash away the tensions that still lingered. After a few seconds to reset, she quickly got busy and washed up. She had a busy day ahead of her and knew she didn’t have time to waste daydreaming in the shower. She finished her shower, dried off, and completed the rest of her routines in the bathroom, then hurried to her room.
Before she got dressed, she took a minute to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Nicky smiled as she admired the faint marks her Mistress had given her as her punishment. Thin lines from the flogger’s straps were just barely still pink, and small dots from where the hot wax had dripped on her tender skin were almost gone. To Nicky, these marks were badges of her Mistress’s love and care. She cherished each one. Nicky pulled herself away from the mirror, dressed, and hurried downstairs to get Miss Vicky’s breakfast ready.
Once she was in the kitchen, the room filled with the comforting aroma of fresh coffee. Nicky quickly and efficiently put together Miss Vicky’s breakfast. She gathered everything together on a tray, then headed back upstairs to serve her Mistress breakfast in bed. Nicky tapped softly on Miss Vicky’s door, then went inside the master bedroom. Miss Vicky was walking out of her private bathroom when Nicky walked in. Miss Vicky looked at Nicky, then at the tray with her breakfast, and smiled at Nicky.
“That’s my good girl. Thank you for bringing my breakfast up.”
Miss Vicky climbed back onto the bed and propped herself up against a pile of pillows. Nicky placed the tray across Miss Vicky’s lap, then kissed her on the cheek. Miss Vicky smiled and patted Nicky on her cheek.
“Thank you, little one.” Miss Vicky picked up her teacup, took a sip, then asked, “So Nicky, what is on our schedule for today?”
“First, I’ll head back down and clean up the kitchen, then go down to make sure the dungeon is clean and prepped for this afternoon. You have two appointments today. Mister McCoy at 2:00 and then Mistress Carol at 6, after she gets off work. After your first appointment, I’ll reclean and organize the dungeon, then prepare your dinner. Other than that, just some other light chores around the house. Unless you have any errands you need me to do?”
“That all sounds good. Just be sure to take time for yourself, too. If you haven’t had any breakfast yet, get some before you start your chores. Okay? And after you finish cleaning up in the basement, come back up here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With that, Nicky turned and hurried off to get busy. She did as she was told, except for one small detail. Her ‘breakfast’ was only a cup of strong black coffee.
After a few hours, Nicky had finished downstairs and returned to Miss Vicky’s room. She softly knocked and waited for permission to enter. When she entered the bedroom, she saw that Miss Vicky had placed the breakfast tray at the foot of the bed and was sitting naked at her desk, brushing her hair out.
“Come here, little one. Help me finish brushing out my hair.”
Nicky hurried over to her Mistress and took the hairbrush to begin brushing Miss Vicky’s long, soft hair. Miss Vicky smelled like lavender soap and the scent of her herbal shampoo. Her hair was still warm from the hair dryer. Nicky loved brushing Miss Vicky’s hair and took her time with each stroke, being careful of any tangles.
Miss Vicky looked at Nicky’s face in the mirror. “So, have you decided how and when you’re going to talk to your sister and her husband?”
Nicky cringed at the word ‘husband’. She knew Miss Vicky used it on purpose to drive home just what Nicky was facing. Miss Vicky was always blunt, especially when it came to things that she wanted Nicky to really think about. It was her way of making sure Nicky faced each choice fully and didn’t let her brush away parts that might be too uncomfortable to acknowledge.
“As to ‘when’, I hope to meet with Jan soon. I’m going to call her today, as for ‘how’, I still haven’t decided. Think it would be best just to come right out and explain how I feel. Then see how Jan reacts. Talking to Rick will all hang on Jan’s reaction. If Jan says ‘No’, it all stops there. If she doesn’t give me her complete consent, I’ll respect that and never bring it up again. I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.” Nicky’s voice sounded confident and steady.
“That’s my brave girl. I’m not sure why, but I think it will all work out as long as you stay open and honest. But remember, I’m always here for you, no matter what comes of this. I’ll do anything you need me to do to help. You just need to ask. I won’t get evolved unless you ask.” Miss Vicky emphasized that last part sternly.
“Thank you, Mistress. I’ll keep you informed on how things progress.”
After Nicky finished helping Miss Vicky get dressed and ready for her first appointment, she went back to her room and texted her big sis. The text was simple and short. ‘Do you have time to meet for coffee soon?’ To Nicky’s surprise, Jan texted back immediately. ‘How about letting me buy you lunch today. Can you meet me at the diner we all like? Is 1 okay?’
Nicky smiled and felt a wave of relief as she texted back, ‘Yes, see you at 1.’ Then she ran to Miss Vicky and excitedly told her about Jan’s text. She promised to be back in time to reset the dungeon after Miss Vicky’s first appointment. After getting her Mistress’s permission, she ran back to her room to get ready to go.
Chapter 20: Nicky talks with Jan
At 1 that afternoon, Nicky walked into the diner to meet Jan for lunch. The same diner where Rick and Jan had lunch the day before. It was their go-to spot. Not only to eat, but for most of their important outings. Everything from serious talks to happy celebrations, like birthdays. The menu had the best home-cooked meals, and the service was always excellent. Friendly, attentive but never intrusive. Nicky was both nervous and excited. She thought she had prepared herself for whatever the outcome would be. Nicky had been wrong; she hadn’t prepared for this.
Nicky found Jan in the back at a corner booth. The diner was busy, but not crowded. Then she noticed that no one was seated close to Jan’s table. As she got closer, Jan stood up to greet her. Jan smiled and hugged Nicky, then gave her a quick kiss before they both sat down.
This was normal; they had always been very affectionate and close. Always quick to hug and kiss on the cheek. But this time it felt different. Jan’s hug was tighter, lasted just a moment longer. The kiss was the same; they had given each other quick kisses on the lips before. Again, this was different. It also lasted longer and, for lack of a better description, felt sexual. Not a full lover type kiss, but Nicky was sure the tip of Jan’s tongue had grazed across her lips.
Nicky sat down, thinking it was all in her head. That her imagination was working overtime, dreaming up wishful thinking. That was until she actually looked directly at Jan’s face and saw her eyes. There was an unmistakable gleam, the look Nicky had seen many times from her girlfriends and from a few clients of Miss Vicky’s she had helped with. She knew that look so very well, that look of want, of desire and hunger, not for food either. Before Nicky could react or even get out a word, the waitress was standing there saying something. It took a moment for Nicky’s mind to catch up with the rest of the world.
“Miss, what would you like to drink?” The waitress sounded concerned. Nicky wondered how many times she had asked her before she got through.
Nicky blinked, shook the fog out of her head, looked up, and smiled. “Diet soda, light ice, please.”
The waitress turned to get their drinks, and Nicky turned back towards Jan.
“You okay, Nicky? You seemed like you’re not all here.”
Nicky hesitated, thought for a second, then remembered her talk with Miss Vicky. Honest and open. “Sis, you seemed different. The way you greeted me, the way you look at me. I’m not complaining, not at all. Just a bit surprised.”
Jan blushed. Nicky knew she was right. But before Jan could reply, the waitress returned with their drinks and waited to take their lunch orders. Nicky sighed, tried not to sound as annoyed as she was. The waitress was only doing her job; she didn’t know she had just interrupted something that might be earth-shattering. Nicky’s stomach was tied up in knots. She was too nervous now to think about food. Nicky ordered a small salad.
Jan, on the other hand, was almost giddy. She ordered a full lunch: BLT with extra bacon, fries, and a cup of soup. Then, after the waitress finished writing down their orders, she commented. Soft, but clearly. The waitress smiled, a smile that said she knew something, then said, “I’ll wait a few minutes before I turn the order in.” Turned and walked away.
Nicky looked at Jan. “What was that about?” Nicky was so confused.
Jan grinned, a big, excited, playful grin. “That’s Sally. We’re friends. I had asked her not to seat anyone close to us so we could have privacy to talk. No details, just that we needed a little privacy.”
Nicky signed again as she tried to relax. “Well, are you going to explain?”
Jan was still grinning that goofy grin, still slightly red-faced, but not as red as before. She looked like a schoolgirl who was holding a big secret and couldn’t wait to tell someone. A thought crept into Nicky’s head. ‘When did I become the adult, and big sis turn into a ball of giddy energy?’
Jan took in a deep breath, looked directly into Nicky’s eyes, and said softly. “It’s time we told Rick everything. If he knows it will make him feel better about the two of you. It won’t get rid of all of the quilt, but I’ll work on that. Hopefully, it will get rid of the ‘what did I do to my sister-in-law’ worry he is fighting. Don’t you agree? I’ve done what you asked and kept this secret long enough. If you want to move forward in the way I think you do, it’s the only way.”
Nicky relaxed; most of the tension left her body. ‘Honest and open’. Miss Vicky didn’t know the details, but she knew Nicky was hiding something. Something important, something personal. She never pushed or pried, just waited patiently for Nicky to be ready. Jan’s was right, it was the only way.
Nicky reached across the table and held her hands out to Jan. Jan immediately took both and held on tightly. “You’re right. It is time, I’m ready. When can we talk to Rick? I’ve got to get back home to finish my chores; after that, I’ll have all evening free. Or do you want to wait?”
“No, today! It needs to be today. I can’t make Rick suffer longer. You should have seen him before he went to work this morning. I thought we had talked it out last night, but he was obviously still troubled by it this morning. Not sure how well he slept. So, the sooner the better.” Jan squeezed Nicky’s hands again.
“Okay then. I’ll go home, finish up my chores, get Miss Vicky’s dinner, and should be able to be at your house by 6, maybe just a bit past. Want me to ask Miss Vicky for a bottle of her good wine? I know I’ll need a drink.” Nicky laughed softly and squeezed Jan’s hands.
Jan’s voice changed, sounded a bit more serious as she started again, looking at Nicky in a way she had never before. “It’s really been hard hiding how I feel about you all these years. Hard keeping this secret from my husband. It feels wonderful knowing that after tonight, I can love you the way I’ve always wanted to.”
Nicky let those words melt into her soul. She felt each one stroke a fire that she had controlled since she was old enough to know what those feelings meant. She had come to terms with the knowledge that it could never be, but now, now everything was about to change. Her life was about to change.”
Jan and Nicky eat lunch. Nicky added a hamburger to her order. Her appetite had returned. They talked about Rick and Nicky’s time together. About Jan’s test at the hospital. About Miss Vicky and how she took the news. Nicky even explained, not in detail, but in general, about the punishment she got. After lunch, Jan and Nicky walked out to their cars together, holding hands, not like sisters, but more than that. Jan walked Nicky to her car, pushed Nicky back against it, and pressed her body tight against Nicky’s. Jan kissed Nicky the way she had in her dreams. A long, intimate kiss that released years of pent-up sexual frustration they both had held onto. Nicky wrapped her arms around Jan and didn’t want to let go.
When Jan finally let Nicky go, she opened Nicky’s car door and gave her one last quick peck. “See you at 6. Love you, Nicky.” Then closed the door and turned toward her own car. Both women drove home, panties soaked, counting the hours til they would be together again.
Chapter 21: Nicky and Jan talk with Rick
All Nicky could think about on the way home was that kiss Jan had given her. It was more than just the kiss itself, which she had felt through her entire body. It was also Jan’s presence. Nicky felt a very strong presence from Jan. A similar feel that she got from her Mistress. She was anxious to get home and complete her chores so she could head to Jan’s and Rick’s house.
Nicky arrived back home just before Mister McCoy’s session was over. Nicky entered through the kitchen door. She got a bottle of water and headed to their office to prepare the client’s bill. Nicky was busy at her keyboard, paying a few bills, when he tapped on the door and came in, greeting Nicky with a pleasant, relaxed smile. He handed her his platinum card to process the payment. Nicky handed back his card and a receipt. As he always did, he thanked Nicky and handed her a crisp, new hundred-dollar bill. Nicky thanked him, placed the money in the drawer, and got up to escort him to the door.
Once he was gone, Nicky hurried upstairs to change into her work clothes so she could go down to clean and organize for Miss Vicky’s next appointment. She met Miss Vicky in the hall on her way to her room as she walked out of hers.
“I’m going down to get the cleaning done, then I’ll start dinner. You want me to bring it up, or will you come downstairs?”
Miss Vicky looked at her pet. “Follow me to my room first.”
Nicky followed her Mistress down the hall. When they entered Miss Vicky’s room, Miss Vicky sat down at her desk and smiled at Nicky. “You look happy and full of energy. I assume your talk with Jan went well?”
Nicky couldn’t help but grin. “Yes, better than expected. But can I wait til later to give you the details? Jan wants me to come over so we both can talk to Rick after he gets home from work this evening. Is that okay, Mistress?”
Miss Vicky was pleased to see Nicky back to her energetic, happy self. “That will be fine. I’ll try to be patient and look forward to hearing all about your evening.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Nicky then turned and headed downstairs to finish her chores.
Nicky spent the next couple of hours cleaning, then setting up the dungeon for Miss Vicky’s next appointment. She then prepared dinner and set the dining room table. By that time, Miss Vicky was downstairs in the study reading when Nicky told her dinner was ready. Nicky served her Mistress, then excused herself and rushed up to get ready to leave.
Nicky took a quick shower, brushed her hair out, and put on some light makeup. Then she got dressed. She had decided to go with ‘cute girl’ instead of the ‘bratty tom-boy’, which she was sure Rick would be expecting. She got out a pink and white outfit with a very short mini skirt. White Bobby socks with ruffles and pink Mary Jane’s, she completed her look with pink barettes with ribbons on both sides holding her golden blonde hair back. Then a lace pink and white choker and wrist cuffs. Then bounced downstairs to tell Miss Vicky she was leaving.
Miss Vicky was back in the study with a glass of wine and reading again, waiting for her next client. She looked Nicky up and down and then let out a soft laugh. “Really making sure Rick can’t say no, aren’t you, pet?”
Nicky blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Come here and let me give you a hug.” Nicky pranced over and hugged Miss Vicky. “Okay, get going, grab a nice bottle of wine to take with you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Nicky curtseyed, turned, and was off.
Nicky was a ball of nerves and excitement as she drove to Jan and Rick’s. She kept thinking of different scenarios and how they might go wrong. This was going to be a lot to throw at Rick all at once. She was starting to have doubts about telling Rick everything right away. What if it all was too much? Nicky was actually shaking as she walked up to the door to ring the buzzer.
Jan greeted her as the door opened. She took one look at Nicky and gave a big ear to ear smile, then a tight hug. Jan took a half step back, still holding Nicky’s hand. “You look amazing. Rick is going to melt when he sees you.” Nicky blushed, handed Jan the wine, and followed her inside.
Jan was still holding Nicky’s hand as she led her into the kitchen. “Rick called and is running just a little late. He will be home soon. Can you open the wine while I finish up getting dinner ready?”
Nicky took the bottle of wine and looked around the kitchen. It was so warm and welcoming. Dinner smelled amazing. Jan was going all out. Nicky wondered if it was for her or a way to soften up Rick before they sat down to talk. Either way, she was looking forward to eating dinner with Jan and Rick.
Nicky was helping Jan set everything on the dining room table when they heard Rick come through the door. He had parked in the garage and walked in through the kitchen.
“Wow, Jan, it smells wonderful in here. What’s the occasion? Did I forget something?” Rick called out as he walked into the dining room. He froze when he saw Nicky. He just stood, staring at her with his mouth open.
Jan walked over, put her hand on his chin, and reached up to kiss his cheek. “Close your mouth, honey, you know it’s not polite to stare.” She giggled, patted Rick on the ass as she turned toward Nicky. “Get over here and give Rick a hug.”
Nicky was blushing from Rick’s reaction at seeing her. She managed to compose herself enough to walk over and hug him. Rick was still in shock and stood stiff as Nicky reached her arms around him and pulled him close. Then she could feel that Rick wasn’t just standing there like a statue; something else was standing stiff, too. The bulge in his pants was rock hard. Nicky wanted to reach down and hold him, but she made herself behave. She let go, gave Rick a soft kiss on the cheek, and turned, leading Rick to his chair at the head of the table.
Nicky then motioned to Jan to sit next to Rick. Once they were both sitting, Nicky took the role she was most comfortable with and served them both. As she filled each of their wine glasses, Jan started to say something about her being their guest, and she should sit down. Nicky just smiled at Jan, gave her a look that said she wanted to do this. Jan understood and let Nicky serve them.
Once she had finished, Nicky finally sat down too. Rick still hadn’t said a word, still had that look of shock combined with something more primal under it. Nicky knew the look of desire in a man’s eyes; her body tingled seeing it in both Rick and Jan’s gaze.
Jan gently tapped Rick’s leg with her foot under the table, finally jolting him out of his trance. Rick cleared his throat and picked up his wine glass. Then, finally, turn toward his wife. “Everything looks and smells wonderful, honey. This is all a very nice surprise.” He sounded more apologetic than happy with dinner, and he was blushing slightly and glanced back at Nicky.
Jan reached over and patted his hand. “Thank you. Now let’s eat before this all gets cold.”
As they ate their meal, the conversation was light, dancing around the obvious. Nicky and Jan both felt the tension building. When they were done with dinner, Nicky jumped up first.
“Please, let me clear the table. You both head into the den, and I’ll be there as soon as I finish.” She glared at Jan, challenging her to dare refuse. Once she saw Jan relax and give in, she turned toward Rick. “I’m sure you would like to get out of your office clothes and into something more comfortable.”
Rick’s smile was nervous and cautious. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Nicky. I’ll meet you both in the den in a few minutes.” Then quickly got up and was out of the room in a flash.
Nicky and Jan looked at each other, tried their best to hold in the laughter that was fighting to get out.
“Nicky, you sure you don’t want help clearing the table?”
“No, I’m fine. This is what I do at Miss Vicky’s all the time. I enjoy it. You take our wine glasses and go sit down. You did all of the cooking, let me do the clean-up.”
Jan shrugged, picked up both her and Nick’s glasses after filling them. “I’ll leave Rick’s, think he will want something a little stronger.” She giggled and left Nicky to clean up.
When Nicky took the first load into the kitchen, she picked up Jan’s apron and put it on. It was the same apron she wore when she made Rick’s breakfast the day before. Just wearing it again brought back flashes of memories of that morning. She felt a warm flush surge through her as she looked at the kitchen table and thought about the power she felt as Rick had held her down. She shook her head and thought, ‘Enough of that, need to finish cleaning up.’
Nicky got busy clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen. She was in her element. This is all she wanted. To be needed and to serve the ones who cared for her. In Nicky’s mind, it was all settled. Rick would be her Master, and Jan her new Mistress. This just felt right to her. The only surprise for Nicky, the one that really confused her, was her mind’s demand to call Rick Master. She had never felt the urge to call anyone that. But it just felt right with Rick. She wanted to give herself to him completely.
Nicky joined Jan and Rick in the den after she finished in the kitchen. She was still wearing the apron. Jan and Rick were sitting together on the couch. Just as Jan had predicted, Rick had a stronger drink in his hand. Scotch or Bourbon. His glass was almost empty.
“Can I get you another one, sir?” Nicky just automatically fell into her submissive role.
Rick recoiled at Nicky’s formality. “Nicky, don’t act that way here. You don’t need to treat me like you do Miss Vicky. Now sit down here with us. Jan said you both have a few things to talk about. I’m anxious to hear what they are.” Rick’s voice started harsh, but then softened as he talked.
Nicky started to sit in the chair across from them, but Jan stopped her and patted for her to sit next to her. Jan held her hand as she sat down and gently squeezed, hoping to reassure Nicky and help her relax.
“Nicky, this is your story, so I think it’s best if you tell it,” Jan spoke softly.
Nicky was obviously very nervous. Jan could feel her trembling slightly. Nicky cleared her throat and got up so she could look at Rick directly. She reminded herself to be ‘open and honest’. She sat on the floor in front of Rick. When Rick started to complain, Nicky stopped him.
“Rick, I know you don’t yet understand, but please be patient with me and let me explain. This is who I am, and this is how I’m most comfortable. Can you do that for me, please?” Nicky looked at Rick with those big, beautiful puppy dog eyes; no one could refuse.
“Okay, Nicky. I’ll try to listen. It just seems weird to me. But if this is what you need, I’m ready.” Rick didn’t sound convinced, but he was attentive.
She glanced at Jan, and Jan just nodded for her to start. Nicky started softly at first, then her voice got strong, more confident as she continued. As her story unfolded, Rick leaned forward and listened more intently. Looking at Jan now and then.
“Not sure where to start, so I guess I’ll start at the beginning.” Nicky took in a long, deep breath, slowly exhaled, obviously trying to calm herself. “Jan and I are not actually sisters.” She heard Rick’s breath hitch, but he didn’t interrupt. “I don’t remember much. I only know what I was told, and I’m not sure if any of it was even the actual truth. It’s all I know, so it’s all I can tell you. I was told my mom was only 17 when I was born. She had fallen in love with an older man who refused to help when she found out she was pregnant. He was married and threatened her if she told his wife. He gave her some cash for her medical bills, then told her to never contact him again. When her parents found out, they disowned her, and she ended up staying in shelters until I was born.”
Nicky had to stop for a minute, drank some of her wine, then continued. “Sorry. I haven’t talked or thought about any of this in a very long time. I also think it’s important to tell you, Jan didn’t hide this from you. She was doing what I begged her to do, and that was never to tell anyone, ever.”
Nicky looked up at Rick, and he just nodded. “Again, this part of the story is just what I’ve been told, so I’m not even sure it’s true. But it’s all I know, so for me it is. And no, I’ve not even told Mistress about any of this. You’re the first I’ve trusted to share this with.”
At that, Rick surprised both Nicky and Jan. He slipped off the couch, got down on the floor with Nicky, and held her. Jan could see Nicky fighting not to start crying. When Rick let her go, he sat back next to Jan and held her hand. “Thank you, Nicky. Go ahead and take your time.” His voice was so tender and reassuring.
Nicky wiped the moisture from her eyes, then continued. “After I was born, I was told that my mom did try, but it was too much. We were homeless, she didn’t have a job, and no one to help. Her family shut her out completely, and the shelters were horrible. She finally broke and gave me away. I was told she walked into a hospital and handed me to the first person she saw. Then ran out as fast as she could.”
Nicky took another sip of her wine. “CPS was called. They tried to find her, but couldn’t. They had no idea who she was, or even where we were from, really. They did manage to trace back to one of the shelters my mom was at before I was born. That’s where some of this story came from. Eventually, I ended up in a foster home. I was in my first one til I was three, I say three, because it’s just a guess. The doctors who examined me at the hospital just made up a birthday for me based on my size and bone structure. Mom had moved to a different shelter before I was born. The first one, the one that gave them part of my story, didn’t know which hospital or when I was actually born.
Nicky sighed and took another sip of wine. “I don’t even really know when my birthday is or exactly how old I am. I was removed from the first foster home when another child, who I was told was about 12, finally found an adult who listened to her and believed her. She said that the older kids had been treated terribly and basically used as free labor. It turned out the so-called ‘parents’ were drunks and just wanted to get monthly checks. A new CPS official took over our cases and removed us all. The husband and wife were supposedly arrested and ended up in jail. But, again, I’m not sure. I was only about 3 when all of this happened, so thankfully I don’t remember any of it.”
Nicky took a break. Jan stepped in. “My mom and dad were both executives in the financial sector. After Mom had me, she didn’t want any more. But for some reason, they decided it would help their social status if they took in a foster kid. I never understood that. They didn’t even raise me. I had Nannie’s and maids. We hardly ever even saw Mom and Dad. That’s why you’ve never met them. But I’ve told you all of that already when we first met. When they took in Nicky, she didn’t even have a name. I named her, actually.” At that, Jan looked at Nicky and smiled softly. “I was eight when Nicky showed up. I was thrilled to have another kid in the house. I had been alone most of the time. My ‘friends’ at the private school my parents paid for were a bunch of stuck-up snobs. Nicky was my first real friend.”
Rick could feel and hear the affection Jan had toward Nicky. He also knew it was not that of a sister. It was more.
Nicky took back over. “Jan was my rock. But after how I was treated at my first foster home, I was always on edge. Waiting to be thrown away again. As much as Jan tried, I never really bonded with her as a sister. She was always my best friend. The only person I could trust, the only person who didn’t leave me. Well, till you stole her away.” Nicky giggled, making sure Rick knew that she was teasing.
“As I got older, I looked up to Jan. I wanted to be just like her. But because she was 5 years older, by the time I became a teen, she was getting ready to go off to college. Where you both met, it wasn’t til years later that I realized what I was feeling toward her. By then, she was in love with you, so I turned toward other girls. But never found anyone who matched up to how I felt about Jan, or who cared as much for me. Miss Vicky has been the closest I’ve gotten. Even she is more of a matriarch than a lover. I do love her. And we are sexual together. But it’s different. It’s not what I really need.”
Nicky looked at Jan. “You have anything to add?”
Jan sat up a bit, then spoke confidently. “Yes, actually, there is. When I was a teen, I think maybe 17. I really loved you, Nicky, and wanted to protect you. Later, I fell in love and got married. Nicky had girlfriends, then finally moved in with Miss Vicky. Even through all of that, we have remained close. That spark never completely vanished.”
Nicky was smiling contentedly as she listened to Jan. Then, looking directly at Rick, her face grew more serious. “Then she gave me permission to be with you. I thought it would be fun. To me, sex is just that, Something fun, recreational even. But you had other ideas. Be honest, you felt it too. I know you had to. I’ve never had anyone treat me like that. I want more. I’m not ashamed to be honest and sit here and say it. It’s not just sex with you. I want to serve you. I want you to be my Dom and Jan to be my Mistress. She has the same strength and passion as you do. I felt it in our kiss. Even if you both decide that sex is off the table, I still want to be here under you both.”
Rick sat back. This was too much, he thought. He looked at Nicky, all bright-eyed and excited. He then looked at his wife. He was shocked to see almost the same look on her face. “Jan, are you really considering this?”
Jan looked at Rick. Her voice steady, no hesitation. “Not just considering it, I agree with Nicky and want to try. I’ve always felt terrible that I could no longer protect and care for Nicky. I’ve worried about her constantly. I only relaxed a bit when she moved in with Miss Vicky, but even that caused some concern. So I watched and listened, hoping she was as happy as she said she was. It’s not only up to Nicky and me, but we also won’t push if you are not comfortable and willing to try.”
Rick leaned back. Picked up his glass, looked at the bottom, and realized it was empty. Before he could set it back down, Nicky had jumped up and taken it out of his hand. “Can I get you another? What are you drinking?”
Rick shook his head, sighed, and said, “Scotch, neat, please.”
Nicky instantly turned and went to refill his glass.
Rick leaned close to Jan and whispered. “You sure about this? You really okay with another woman in our house, knowing how she feels toward me?”
Nicky heard him talking softly. Set the glass down. “I’ll be right back. Need to run to the little girls’ room.” She grinned and bounced off toward the bathroom, giving them some privacy.
Jan took both of Rick’s hands and looked him squarely in the eye. “More than anything. I trust you; I know how much you love me, and I actually feel the same toward Nicky. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. But I had promised Nicky when she was 10 or 11 that I would never say anything until she was ready. It wasn’t my story to tell. We had lunch together today, and I told her it was time she let go of this secret. If she really wanted this, she had to tell you. I hope you realize just how much trust in you it took for her to sit there and tell you all of that. She has never talked about it. Not even with me. I tried once, and she broke down, begging me never to bring it up again. I haven’t, not until today. Can’t tell you how proud I am of her right now.”
“I know what she said about sex, but I also know what I see and feel. She wants more. I’m not sure what to do with that.” Rick’s voice sounded concerned.
Jan tried to soften it as best she could. “My thoughts are that we take it slow. We talk about everything. We wait to see. Can you do that?”
Rick thought for a moment. “Honestly, I’m really confused right now. I need some time to process all of this. I can’t say yes, but I’m not saying no either. Just asking for a little time.”
“That’s more than fair. Just promise you will talk to us, and if you have a question, you will ask. That’s all I need right now. I’m sure Nicky will agree.”
Jan reached over and pulled Rick in for a hug. Rick melted into her embrace, and she felt his muscles relax. While they were holding each other, Nicky bounced back into the room.
Nicky, being Nicky, jumped up on the couch. Wrapped her arms around them both, the best she could, and yelled out, “Group hug.”
They all laugh as Rick and Jan wrap an arm around their little brat and pull her in.
