Kissed by an Angel

Lara Archer had just turned 22 around three months ago and after an extremely horrid and violent rape by her own twin brother; on their 21st birthday, nonetheless. After almost a year in a mental hospital just trying to get to a semblance of getting over what her brother had done to her; she was allowed to temporarily be released from the hospital after being under observation for suicide watch, and a few other things

She looked at herself in the mirror of the far out of the way beach-house where there seemed to be no other houses around. She stood at 5’5” with long brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, her skin was mildly bronzed, with a few random tattoos, her breasts were around the size of grapefruits and were just as firm.

The beach house belonged to one of the psychiatrists Camille Hope, a woman around 35 that oversaw Lara’s observation and during that period they had suggested an attraction to one another. Now, as a part of her release therapy she was allowed to live at the beach house with the therapist she was interested in, as a series of trust tests and to talk openly about what her brother did to her and what she eventually had to do to him just to make him stop.

Lara wore tight cutoff jeans but felt ok enough to walk around without a top on in just a see thru black bra, and Camille had already told her that the use of clothes was actually optional altogether, and Camille herself walked around in nothing but a tiny bikini that was skin toned to her dark body, making her already look naked. She stood there for almost an hour watching the sun set in the sky.

Camille was the Nubian princess type, with waves of red dyed hair that came out in curls. She stood around 5 inches over Lara, and there was some muscle tone to her light black body and had a pretty solid one to boot, in her hand was a six pack of Yuengling Black and Tan. “Want one or too?”

“I don’t know, look at what happened to me the last time I had a few drinks,” a tear ran down the side of Lara’s face, “I was raped by my own twin brother, during which I had to thrust a tac knife up the bottom of his chin, he still wouldn’t stop, so the second thrust was into his groin just as he was about to…to--.”

“You can say it, it’s just a word right now,” Camille placed a full can on the table between she and Lara.

“What--? Cum?” Lara finally decided to take the can of Lager and took a sip, just to help keep herself from crying; she actually, found the taste to be rather pleasant, not the god-awful stuff her brother made her drink.

“Yes,”

“I guess,” Lara sighed, “but how do I deal with the fact that I had to kill my own twin brother because he was raping me?”

“I’m not even sure myself,” Camile found herself standing next to Lara she placed her hand wrapping around Lara’s waste.

“Does that make me a bad person?” Lara did find the feel of the arm rather pleasant, “the fact that I killed my own brother?”

“No, it was your brother who was the bad person for wanting to have sex with his twin anyway.”

“He wasn’t really a bad person all the time. To tell you the truth, it was our first-time drinking and maybe it could’ve been that talking through him.”

What was he drinking?”

“Some sort of Kombucha, and hemp candies.”

“Oh, yes,” Camille responded, “that stuff does get you quite aroused.”

“I just wish I could have handled it a little differently,”

“It was still considered as justifiable homicide,” Camille mulled over the question of whether she should tell Lara that that was another reason she was in the hospital, for year, “you do know you were also at the hospital for a year instead of a few years in jail.”

“I guess,” Lara looked, up at Camille’s soft dark face, almost wishfully, “the only moments I fully remember is my interaction with you.”

“You look like you want to kiss me,” Camille held her face close to Lara’s, “you are going gay right?”

“Already am, even before what happened,” Lara let out a sigh, “just, I guess you can call me closet Les.”

“Come here,” Camille brushed her lips against Lara’s, she felt that Lara was a bit unsure of herself, so she gave a few words of reassurance, hoping to bump her out of the closet, “it’s just a kiss.”

That was when Lara just came out of the closet and let Camille kiss her with a passion. As they kissed the sunset gave an-awesome display of red gold and orange, which created a sort of a halo over Camille’s head. “You look like an angel…”

“I am part angel,” Camille kidded.

“I want to be touched by an angel,” Lara moved Camille’s hand to her exposed breasts, “please?”

“Just a quick question, want a girlfriend,” Camille traced her fingers over Lara’s breasts, “I mean for more than the weekend.”

“You mean with sex,” this was beginning to turn Lara on, “and an ongoing relationship?”

“I can have sex with you in all the right ways, because I want to make you feel special.”

“Ok,” Lara smiled for the first time in over 15 months, her breath fell onto Camille’s face, “so about that kiss, I want one now.”

“Sure hon,” Camille only had to lower her lips onto Lara’s, as she did, two doves danced playfully around them, as the soft music that was playing broke into violins, “and when you are ready to take it further, just come into my bedroom. Oh, and if you want, to make it extra special, I have a few hemp gummies, on the table for you.”

“I want that,” Lara said as she placed one of the gummies on her tongue, of her own accord, “then let the gummy swirl around her mouth.

“Give it a few moments to take effect,”

“Camille, is this true love?” Lara asked, already she began to feel the effects of the hemp rush through her body

Camille looked at her soon to be lover, “No, that’s just the candies making your body more open to being touched. For the past year you allowed nobody to touch your body in any way not even yourself for a minute.”

“Oh,”

Camille had a bottle of erotic sensual oils, “pour this over yourself, you can use what’s left.”

“Ok,” Lara began to graciously begin to put the oil over her body, then began to play with her own skin, with her own fingertips almost erotically.

“When your happy inside your body,”

“Am now,” Lara looked at Camille, “do we have to do it in the bedroom?”

“Not really,” Camille said, as the pieces of the bikini dropped, to the floor fully revealing her inviting breasts and groin hole, to the fullest.

Lara looked at Camille, a soft halo engulfed her; she was lovingly holding out her hand, to Lara, as she placed her hand into, Camille’s. “Let’s have that sex now,”

“Sure love,” Camille motioned to cutoffs Lara was still wearing, “take them off.”

Lara comfortably let the cutoffs drop as the last remaining sunlight hit her fully naked body, and she made a beeline towards Camille’s lightly dark breasts, with her open mouth.

The sex was great and around them were candles that gave off a scent of lavender in the air .

* * *

The gentle morning rain came down at the cemetery that was in walk distance of Camille’s beach house. Lara approached her brother’s grave, where Camille stood close by, in Lara’s one hand was a forgiveness candle and in the other an engagement ring for Camille. She felt a presence around her and not just her lesbian lover Camille; this was another.

“Hi sis,” a ghostly figure made its presence known.

“Angel brother?”

The ghostly figure put its hand on Lara’s shoulder, “yes, it is I, sis.”

“I forgive you,” Lara placed her hand over the area where she drove the tack knife through him

“And I forgive you,” Lara motioned towards a forgiveness candle she was placing over his gravestone. ‘The forgiveness song by Matthew West’ began to play over Lara's new cell phone

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gCra2GifbcY&fea

“Did it hurt when I shoved the knife into your groin, which I believe is what killed you,” Lara motioned towards the ghostly groin.

“For a second before I died, but even then I understood why; I didn’t cum inside??”

“Almost but not quite they did flush the area with salt water just to be sure…”

“It was reaching towards abortion--.”

“It was meant that way,” a tear streamed down Lara’s cheek just to be sure, “you know. Just to be really sure.”

“I fully understand,” Angel looked at the forgiveness candle, “you going to light that?”

Lara forgot she was holding the forgiveness candle, so she placed on her brother’s grave had held a lighter to the wick as she did the two doves danced around them. “Angel brother; I officially forgive you.”

Angel watched the gentle breeze as it made the flame dance back and forth over the wick as he did he noticed Lara staring at the gravestone. “What’s wrong?”

“Where did the gravestone even come from?” Lara finally read the inscription. ‘For my Angel twin. 2020 – 2021’

“Silly girl,” Angel teased as he motioned towards Camille. “She wants you to be her wife, you know that sis.”

“Already know,” Lara let Angel see the wedding ring in her left hand.

“What the fluk are you waiting for??”

“To finish here with you.”

“If you trust me,” Angel moved around in Lara’s personal zone, “there is something that must happen, but I need your complete and unadulterated trust.”

“I trusted you even when you were raping me--.”

Angel quickly moved his hand to Lara’s cranial area and whispered hypnotically, “forget!! But only the details of what happened. It’s still there and you’ll be able to do a total recall of what happened. Just not today.”

“Oh Angel,” Lara fell into a kiss with her brother, but it wasn’t a kiss of passion, or erotic love, but one of pure philia love that two siblings should properly share.

“Wait--.” Angel said something was changing.

“Angel!” Lara gasped, “they gave you wings!!”

Angel perched on Lara’s right shoulder, as Angel really was… an angel.

Lara stepped away from the now useless grave marker with Angel riding on her right shoulder and moved towards Camille.

“Ok,” Camille took Lara’s left hand that was where she noticed the presence of a ring.

“Let get married,”

“Let’s not put the cart before the horse, babe,”

“Uh-ho.”

Camille let out a slight laugh. “It’s not bad. But you do need to go back to Friends Hospital in Philadelphia!!”

“Fluk! Why?”

Camille lived the mildly naïve nature of Lara.

“How else do you expect for me to sign your release forms!!”

“There is one way,” Angel leaped off of Lara’s shoulder, and walked on the iPad Camille was holding “just do a virtual visit!”

Camille knew all about the angelic presence. “Angel, you’re right!! Come on.”

It took them less than 30 minutes to complete the paperwork, and Lara was officially released from Friends Hospital short time after they had found the justice of the peace.

* * *

The full moon hung high and bright over the Cape May Lighthouse. The sky behind it was a deep dark blue. Camille and Lara decided not to go with the traditional wedding gown, but just wore what they already had on. There was a sheriff who doubled over as a justice of the peace.

“My name is Sheriff Brolin and I have the privilege of performing the union of these two lovely ladies in front of the many witnesses that are here. On behalf of Lara and Camille, we thank you for being here. They are thrilled that you are here today. By your presence, you celebrate with them the love these two ladies have discovered in each other, and your presence serves as a support to their marriage. The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved, not just by another person, for before we can do that, we must first love ourselves.

“This evening we are here to celebrate their love. If there is anything better than being loved, it is to be loving. This evening we are here to celebrate love, a love that winds up in marriage. Therefore, marriage is not to be taken lightly but it is a deliberate union. It is in this union that Lara and Camille can now be joined.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, nor does it boast, and it is not proud. It does not dishonor others nor is it self-seeking. It is not easily angered for it keeps no record of wrongs. Love doesn’t delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It protects, always trusts, looks for a better future always preserves.”

The lady sheriff looked at Lara. “You have chosen Camille to be your partner. Do you promise stand by her through whatever lies ahead?”

“I do.”

“Camille Hope,” Brolin looked at the Nubian beauty, almost lustfully herself, “you have chosen Lara to be your wife. Will you love and respect her, even things from her past? And will you stand by her through whatever lies ahead?”

“You know I will.”

“Do you both make a promise to make any adjustments in your personal lives that you two may live in harmony?”

“We do,”

“Here is the part where I usually ask your families a question, but since you each have none--.”

What am I ?” Angel said. “Chopped liver?”

“Uhh--.”

“Oh!”

“As the Angel form of Lara’s dead brother, I fully support them.”

Lara flicked the middle finger of her left hand at the angel.

“I know when I’m no longer needed!” Angel kicked off of Lara’s shoulder and flew off.

“Ooh kay,” Brolin said, “let’s put a ring on it, please.”

“I give you this ring as symbol,” Lara began, as she presented the ring, and slipped it onto Camille’s left ring finger, “that I will love you honor you and cherish every moment and even clean up after myself.”

Brolin looked to Camille. “Your turn.”

“I give you this ring that I will honor the fact that you are 13 years my junior and will keep you comfortable in your own skin.”

“After that touching exchange there’s only one thing left. By the power vested in me by Cape May New Jersey. I now pronounce you two ladies officially married.”

Lara looked up, her Angel brother made one last gesture and skated across the evening sky like a flying comet.

“You may kiss now.” Brolin watched the two-girl kiss wishing she had something in that direction. Ladies and gentlemen it is with great pleasure to introduce to you Lara & Camille Hope!”

“One last thing,” Camille tossed a bouquet in the air, Brolin instinctively caught the bouquet, but she wasn’t the only one to grab it, a cute girl with dirty blonde hair grabbed it too.

“You know.” The blonde said cockily, “neither one of us has to let this go.”

“I know,” Brolin said.

“Let’s get out of here,” Lara said as she began towards the beach house.

“Ok, we have all night,” Camille turned back to face Brolin, “by the way her name is Buffy--.”