Page 19 of All in April

“Brahn’s not giving up the car just so you can galivant to the hardware store for flowers.”

“I’ll bring him a lawn chair and he can make himself cozy while I shop. I’ll be back.” I turn toward the motel, but pause and point in Jack’s face. “Hey. You get started on clearing out the kitchen. We’re going to remodel it.”

“In a fucking week?”

“You want her back?”

Jack’s face sets firm. “Yep. On it.”

The day goes by in a flash. After cruising around town for supplies and making it home, I have the front and back decorated with flower boxes on the windows. Pretty colorful wildflowers fill the spaces along the paths. I even bought a wreath for the front door.

Jack and Brahn trade spots in the afternoon. Brahn is much more of a beast when it comes to April and motors through getting the cabinets down and ready for painting while Jack babysits April in case she needs us.

By the end of the week, we’ve ripped out the carpets in the house. Polished, gleaming hardwood floors cover all the rooms, except the kitchens and baths where we placed tile. Almost everything has been painted that we could get done. The kitchen is the most different with bright cabinets and a new countertop.

Jack’s brother’s wife, January, helps us pick out some other stuff. Things girls her age like. She even points us toward what makes the place smell good.

Brahn sets to work on making bread, steak, potatoes, and dessert. Turns out, he’s a cook. It’s not great, but it’s done.

My specialty is making the place homey, as January called it. I apparently have an eye for color and artwork, she said. Throw pillows and shower curtains, and rugs… I picked them all out to coordinate.

Jack comes up with a schedule for all of us. Who does what chore and when. We even divided up the shopping, cooking, and April massage time. Oh, that was another thing we added. Special April pampering sessions.

It’s almost the end of the week and I’m on my motel watch duty. The night times are the worst for me. My dick aches from not being inside her little pussy. Not that that’s what I miss most about her. No. I miss her smile. The energy she brings to the three of us. April is the ray of fucking sunshine we all needed.

Every hour or so, she’ll walk over to the window and peek out to see if one of us is watching. I wave back to let her know I’m there. She shuts the curtains at night so we can’t see in, but other than asking for us to drop off some food, she hasn’t requested anything else.

Brahn pulls up a lawn chair and plops down next to me. He smells of sweat and paint. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m going up there.”

My hand slaps against his forearm. “No. We said we’d wait her out.”

“It’s been a week.”

“Not yet.”

We stare at the door to her room as if willing it to open.

“Fine,” Brahn grumbles. “But I’m going up there tomorrow when everything is ready for her.”

“One more day,” I mutter.

I just hope she’ll come home where she belongs…

Eight

BRAHN

When daylight breaks, I jump in the car. It’s two minutes until I’m sitting in the motel parking lot and one until I’m banging on her door.

April throws it open with a startled look on her face, the sheet wrapped around her tiny frame. “Daddy Brahn!”

The words make my heart ache with longing and my cock fill with need. “Cupcake, you gotta come home now. We did stuff for you and we want you there.”

She blinks and gazes up at me with sleepy eyes. “Oh. Okay, let me get dressed.”

Instead of letting her shut the door on me, I step inside and lock it.

Her pink lips smile as she wanders over to her backpack. “Not leaving me alone, huh?”

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