~ A Sibling's Rivalry ~
by Katia N. Ruiz
Disclaimers: See Part 1.
A Sibling's Rivalry
{Part 5}
By Katia N. Ruiz
Copyright 1997
PART
FIVE
"...Love Not Lost"
And now I have you in my arms.
Loving you,
Touching you,
Kissing you,
Adoring you,
And Forever You Will Be Mine...
ONE
KATIE woke; Frances was sleeping under her, her soft breasts pressed against hers; her soft breathing soothing her. Katie had fallen asleep on top of Frances, after a long night of passionate lovemaking. It was still dark outside, giving it all a romantic feel. Katie tilted her head up to look at Frances' beautiful sleeping face. She felt a surge of passion and kissed her softly clefted chin.
Frances stirred, forcing Katie to brace herself, lest she fall from the couch onto the floor. She smiled as Frances opened her eyes and gazed at her; Frances returned the smile. "Bonjour, mon amour." She whispered.
Katie smiled softly. "Good morning to you, my love." She whispered lovingly. Frances kissed her softly on the lips, tightening her arms around Katie's shoulders. Katie caressed Frances' hard stomach, her soft hands arousing Frances anew.
"Now it is vous who can not get enough." Frances whispered, trembling when Katie's hand touched her thighs.
Katie laughed softly, saying: "Oh, do not lie to me! You know you would have eventually started it if I hadn't woken you first." She hissed as her finger went in between Frances' trembling thighs.
Frances pushed her hips up to meet Katie's soft fingers. She groaned with her increasing arousal, moving her thigh a little to allow Katie more space with which to touch her. "Touch me!" She groaned.
Katie teased her with increasing desire. Slowly, she touched Frances' swollen clitoris, undulating caresses. She looked up at Frances' open and quivering lips; her eyes were shut in the rapture that she felt. Her hips were pushing against Katie's bewitching fingers. And then suddenly, without Frances expecting it, Katie entered her.
Katie gasped; her fingers entered Frances' wetness slowly. Frances moaned, she was tight but wetly ready for them. Suddenly, she pushed herself against Katie's fingers, forcing them to enter her completely. She was breathing hard now, short gasps escaping her lips. Frances moaned again as Katie wrapped her legs around her thigh and rubbed her wetness against it. She moaned again as Katie pulled and pushed her fingers within in a slow rhythm. She pulled Katie's lips to her breasts. The warmth of Katie's mouth was weakening. She gasped as Katie's rhythm quickened, as her breath was leaving her in long moans. She came with a force that left her arching with ecstasy. Shortly after, Katie came hard against her muscled thigh, gasping and moaning against her breasts. She pulled her fingers out and brought them to her lips, licking them and smiling sensuously.
Frances was still panting and shivering. "You lovely," She gasped. "Lovely thing!" All Katie could do was smile. They fell asleep again in each other's arms a few minutes later.
TWO
ROSS stormed into his parent's house, slamming the front door in his wake.
He'd been out drinking the whole night. When he'd seen Katie and his sister walk out of the hospital, arm in arm, his heart fell. He felt cheated and hurt. He had it in his mind that Frances did not deserve Katie. Worst of all, Ross knew, from the look in their eyes as they walked out of the hospital together, that they were going to make love. Why did Katie have to be the woman to whom Frances would be faithful? He wondered painfully.
He'd spent all those years trying to get her to love him. But she was hooked! Hooked like all the others; that was why he hated Frances. And he hated the kid too; because he had to look so much like her. The resemblance was too much; it wasn't as if Frances could impregnate her. Frances, the spoiled one, the one who always got what she wanted. She was making great money, had the best woman in the world, forget about the stupid kid! Nothing could work to get Katie for himself.
He flopped down on a chair and held his head between his hands. Oh, Katie, why are you such a waste? Why did you have to be one of those women? I love you so much! Tears came to his eyes. He sobbed as the image of Katie and Frances making love entered his mind. His jaw clenched, and a growl rose in his throat. He had to talk to Katie right at that moment; his drunken brain had no sense of time. He stood up and swayed, the alcohol affecting his body further; he stumbled towards the front door.
He managed to get to his car, climbing in and turning the key on the ignition, which he had already left before. The questionable thing about drinking and driving is what if the person is drinking by his or herself? There would be no one to stop them, no one to take the keys away, or to hold them down if they became violent. This applied to Ross, poor Ross, who had screeched down the driveway and dazedly driven the car into one of his parent's numerous large trees. The horrible crashing sound was heard throughout the whole neighborhood. But worst of all, it was heard throughout the whole DeValoi residence, sending everyone into a frantic frenzy. Francine's motherly instincts instantly told her that her son was dead.
He was only twenty-seven
Ross died instantly, all of his ribs having been crushed into his chest. Pushed into his lungs, instantly causing a hemorrhage that killed him within ten seconds, drowning in his own blood. Sorry thing that Ross didn't live long enough to forget about Katie and to make up for all those hateful years with his sister. Sorry thing that he never realized the wrong he did to himself by unjustly hating his only sister. It was all too bad.
"No!" Francine screamed when she was near enough to the car and saw the bloody Ross inside it. Richard's eyes filled with tears as he took Francine into his arms, pulling her away from the horrid scene.
Louie approached the slightly steaming car and reached in, putting his index on the already swelling and bloody throat to feel for a pulse. He knew it was too late. He covered his eyes and felt the tears stinging them. He never hated this poor unhappy man, even though he knew Ross hated him; instead, he felt sorry for him. His arrogance got him nowhere. If he hadn't wasted all those years trying to get Katie, he probably would have gotten somewhere, with someone. What a waste.
Korina tearfully stood close by, not knowing what to do, watching these people she already cared immensely suffer so much. The sound of the approaching ambulance obliterated all other noise. The fearful Richard pulled the sobbing Francine away, comforting her as she cried without consolation.
THREE
AT the time of the accident, Frances was still sleeping under Katie. She woke up with a jolt. Something had happened. Katie felt her jump and woke instantly, concern in her features. Light was already filtering in through the windows, and she could see the fear in Frances' eyes. "What's the matter?" Katie asked when she felt Frances shiver. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Frances looked straight up at the ceiling, her psychic heart told her something really bad had happened. Someone would call her, would let her know what it was. "I do not know." She whispered. She expected a call any second. A few minutes later, the phone rang. When Katie hesitated, Frances whispered: "Please pick it up."
Katie quickly stood up and ran to pick up the phone. "Hello?" She frowned as Frances sat up and looked at her with fear.
"Katie?" It was Louie, his voice hoarse with tears, who went on to explain about Ross. Katie's mouth fell open and she looked at Frances, who was waiting for her to say something. She felt tears stinging her eyes.
When Louie finished, Katie said goodbye, hung up and walked to sit next to Frances. She wrapped her arm around her. "Frances," She whispered. "It's Ross..."
When Katie finished, Frances broke down into tears. She babbled on and on as Katie listened, crying also. "Why did he have to hate me? Why did I hate him? It was all so stupid! It was all so stupid, so childish. Oh God!"
Katie held her and cried with her. She comforted her and soothed her. Frances suddenly stood and wiped away her tears. "I have to go see my parents." She said, her voice was husky from crying.
Katie stood and stared at her. "I'm going with you." She said.
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AS Frances drove up the gravel driveway, she looked at the horrible sight. Ross' Ford Mustang was now a pile of garbage. The tree seemed to not have been disturbed, it's trunk stood as straight as ever. Katie squeezed Frances' hand, which she held on her lap with both hands. The cops and the ambulance were long gone with the body; they'd sealed the area with police tape.
Inside the house, Richard, Francine, Louie and Korina were sitting in the den. Francine stood up shakily and walked into her daughter's embrace. "Frances!" She gasped as more tears sprung to her eyes. "Your little brother, he's dead."
Frances shook her head and frowned. She cried out, tightening her embrace. "Oh, mother!"
Richard wrapped his arms around his daughter and his wife. He rested his head against Frances'. Frances shook her head again. "Who is taking care of arrangements?" She croaked, pressing her lips against her mother's head.
Louie spoke from where he sat next to Korina. "I will." He said. "Papa and Mama are pretty torn."
Frances nodded; she slowly disentangled herself from her parents' embrace. She turned to Katie, who stood back, sadly watching everyone. She walked up to her and hugged her, needing her closeness. She asked her parents: "How did it happen?"
"He'd been drinking," Louie replied for them. "They found a bottle of alcohol with him in the car."
Frances nodded. "I will take care of arrangements with you, Louie." She said, her voice thick with emotion. She greeted Korina and left Katie with her as she and Louie went to another room, to talk out the details for the funeral.
FOUR
THE funeral was three days later, on the morning of Thursday. Friends of the DeValoi family were very supportive and respectful. The accident held society through the newspapers. Many sent bouquets and flowers for the dead, many more people showed up at the ceremony and the burial both. Frances, always at the side of Katie, was somber and tearful. Katie held her arm comfortingly and cried also. Syrah and Lucy had also attended, shocked at the outcome of Ross' hatred. His parents were composed, but tearful and sad. The day seemed to pass slowly, but it finally ended.
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THE days passed and everything began to go back to normal. Frances and Katie continued to visit their son. William was slowly recovering, though there were things that would never be the same for the poor two-year-old, though. For example, he would never regain full use of his right hand, his nerve endings were broken; eventually, he would have to learn to write with his left. Physical therapy was at hand for him; also mental, just in case he developed any fear of automobiles. But even though he could not speak yet, he could clearly express his happiness at having both his mothers together with him again.
Every time he saw Frances, he would, as best as he could, jump into her embrace. Towards Katie, he'd silently laugh and tightly hug. He was his happy self again, having gained some of his weight and energy back. He got visits from more people than was expected. His grandparents went to see him every day, lavishing upon him gifts and love. Louie visited with Korina, whom they suspected was pregnant with his child; he had asked her to marry him as soon as they return to France in two weeks' time. Also, the well-known DeValoi family's friends visited little William, or they sent him gifts.
Finally, the day came when his doctor decided to release him. William's cast had been already removed and he was getting used to using his left hand more often than before. His legs were fine, not affected by the accident. The cast around his torso had also been removed and that left him happy and even more energetic.
The day of his release, Frances and Katie agreed that they would pick him up together as soon as Frances came out of work. The whole day, Frances had been in meetings with her father and other fellow lawyers, planning strategies for one court case or another. Richard was equally nervous about William's release and it was agreed that Frances and Katie were taking him to the residence to see his grandmother, who was making plans for a little celebration with the help of Louie and Korina.
Finally, five o'clock came. Frances rushed to her office and called Katie. "Hello?" Katie answered on the second ring.
"Listen," Frances said after greeting her lovingly. "I am about to leave the office, Cherie. Be outside in about thirty minutes." After they hung up, Frances rushed out of her office, reminding Lucy that they'd see each other at her parents' house.
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KATIE waited outside. She knew the drive from Frances' office, which was somewhere on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan could be traffic filled and annoying. Frances arrived five minutes after Katie had stepped outside. She pushed the passenger door open for Katie and took off when Katie was safely inside. At a stoplight, they kissed. They pulled away when a car blared its impatient horn behind them.
At the hospital, William was already dressed and impatiently waiting for them. The signing of release papers was thankfully quick. William was released with a lot of hugs and kisses from the nurses. He was a popular boy.
The celebration at Frances' parents' house was fun for William, despite that there were no other children present, only his family. He had already forgotten about Ross, the cause of his accident. And the fact that he was not there helped William forget weeks of painful recovery. He also got greetings from Flores and the rest of the maids and servants, who all adored him too. All in all, it was a fun, happy night.
Continued in Epilogue
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