I was really not in the mood to wake up on Tuesday morning; given how I'd chosen to stay with Amy instead of my own birth family, I was now, effectively, fucked. I'd burned a really big bridge the night before. This was not going to be easy for me to assimilate.
Despite not wanting to wake up I was fully awake by 5:30 in the morning, Amy asleep in my arms. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was awake for the day given how early I'd crashed the night before. The urgency of my bladder provided more motivation to get up.
So I carefully climbed out of bed re-propping Amy up with pillows and making sure she was warm tucked into her light blanket. Her sighs as she would almost awaken during this procedure were music to my ears but still had me anxious; I was very gentle in making sure she could stay asleep.
I didn't want to take any chances on disturbing her further so I stepped out of Amy's bedroom still nude and headed for the bathroom. Being quiet was while taking a whiz was something I had plenty of practice at so my bathroom stop didn't disturb Amanda, either.
The night wasn't over for my hostesses and, despite the very strong temptation to crawl back in with Amy, I was too awake myself to let her sleep undisturbed. I know my limits. The situation drove me to choosing to head into the kitchen where I looked around for distractions and found the dishes from last night's dinner sitting in the sink with an empty dishwasher. It was a flash to feel useful by loading the machine then washing the spaghetti pot, colander and sauce pot. I wasn't ready to start the dish-washer, though, but I was running water to rinse things before loading and working as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb the household.
The spaghetti pan needed extra attention in scrubbing (we'd not left water to soften the starch before it could set) so I was working it with a steel wool pad when I got surprised by a hug.
The shape and softness behind me told me it wasn't Amy who'd pushed up behind me to hold me, it was her mother, Amanda.
I rinsed the soap from my hands and turned off the water before turning around and hugging my lover's mother. I made no move to kiss her on the lips, choosing her forehead instead. I then rubbed and scratched her back as best I could -- which was pretty good, considering she was as naked as I -- and listened to her purr, sounding a lot like her daughter. It was interesting how comforting it felt to me to hold her in my arms.
"Do you think you can talk to me now? Have you gotten over the shakes enough?"
I nodded. We released each other and she went to the coffee maker (which I'd already dumped the old filter and rinsed out the works) and, when I offered to make it for her, she declined. I watched carefully so I'd know how she liked it made.
She sat down at the head of the table and I took the seat to her left (which had been opposite Amy, at her right, for dinner the night before) and she started our talk with "I didn't think to warn you that your mother was very upset yesterday morning. She caused quite a scene in the caff at work by screaming at me about the situation between you and Amy. It wasn't funny then -- I was rather upset -- but seems funny now that some of the people in her department who were there later told me that she'd been all bent out of shape. It seems she was certain that my daughter was a demon in disguise and that she'd ruined you." Amanda shrugged before going on with "It weirded me out but good. I also got worried when HR called for her that afternoon but never called me in too."
I nodded and took my turn: "Well, last night, she made a point to me of telling me that I'd fallen and wasn't like my sisters, which is funny, come to think of it. I am a lot like my sisters: I find women attractive." It was my turn to shrug. "It was like sex is synonymous to sin." I shook my head. "How can something that lets me feel so close to another human being, to the point that I feel like I'm a part of them, be so sinful? That feels so good at the same time? How can this be wrong?" I stopped for breath before adding "Hell, my mom was all bent out of shape when she caught me going down on Amy yesterday morning. I think the only reason she didn't go completely ballistic was that she apparently had no idea of what I was doing for Amy. I think if we'd been caught any closer together..."
Amanda shrugged again, her face showing resignation. "My mom and some of my sisters got deep into some of this religious crap that's been going around lately, and, well, they lost their own sense of fun. And their marriages are all pretty shaky, too, though it's not that they can tell. It was like they had to make sex as expensive as possible. What were they trying to prove? On the other hand... I'm the only one who hasn't been placed on anti-depressants."
That brought a memory to the surface. "My mom's on Zoloft."
She nodded, adding "I sometimes wonder if it's because sex isn't being exercised that there's such a big problem. In my case, my first lover was an older man who taught me a lot about sex, especially in how I should be enjoying myself. My ex-husband, though..."
She sighed.
"He's dying, now. He was an only son and he's dying of AIDS because, well, he wasn't careful enough after he realized that he was gay. I have to grant that at least he was kind enough to tell me and stopped having sex with me before changing to his new lifestyle. So we broke up before his sudden lack of sense in choosing partners could result in passing it on to me." I saw a crop of goosebumps on her arms pop up before she added "I've had a couple of lovers since then but few can handle the idea of a relationship with a woman who has an active interest in sex, so I'm still alone. I was wondering, for a while, whether I'd be able to pick up Amy's discards once she got old enough..."
I shivered. I was warm, even though naked, but I could see as well as feel the goosebumps popping up on my arms. Amanda saw these and smiled at me. Until I'd spent much time with Amy I'd been feeling like a loser, as if I didn't deserve to find someone so good to me. The thought that Amy could have chosen to dump me didn't sit well and I'm sure some of my fear showed on my face.
"What's the problem? Didn't think anyone else would like your looks? I was smart enough to see you as a loving boy... uh, man... and would likely have enjoyed breaking you in, myself. Other events have conspired to make my idea impractical, so don't worry, I'm not about to split you and Amy up, you know. I was surprised that you were both virgins, though, and I understand how wrapped up you are in each other, so I'm not stupid enough to get in the way."
Amanda sighed as I relaxed. I nodded to her.
"Ricky," she continued, with a hand grasping mine, "Your first sexual partner, especially when it's a pleasant , much less orgasmic, experience, is special. So I remember enough to understand how you feel right now... and how Amy must feel, too."
I think the question was on my face. It's hard to think of Amanda ever having been Amy's age but had to have been true at some time.
"Yes, Ricky, your first lover is special to you. As a for instance, I felt like I was owned by my first lover. I did learn, the hard way, that I didn't have the same kind of hold on him ... which hurt."
I know my face reflected concern; seeing others in pain was not something I was comfortable with.
"Ricky, both you and Amy are so close now from sharing sex with each other that I don't think there's anything that could break you apart as a couple. We'll have to have more lessons in making sure you guys can talk to each other, to make sure you both know how to speak up-- and that you can speak up without hurting each other. I learned the hard way that silence isn't always a sign of approval."
I nodded. "I'm worried about my folks. My mom is going to want to have the police bring me back home. I have no idea of what my father is really going to do and, really, I worry. I worry because I figure my mother will do her best to make sure I never see Amy again..." I felt a tear form and work down my cheek but I had to continue. "Amy... and you... are all I have to believe in, now. And I don't want to fuck it up."
Amanda looked at me. "Us? All you have?"
"I walked out on my parents last night. All I have to my name now are my schoolbooks and the clothing I was wearing last night... and, uh, the extra change I'd brought over."
My lover's mother was giving a strange look which seemed to include some confusion. "What about your CDs? Your computer? Your books? Your other clothes?"
I shook my head. "I've heard often enough that I don't own any of those things. My parents paid for them and I was told, often enough, that they own them, not me."
There have been few times when I've seen Amanda's eyes open up like that, all whites. "What? Your parents would begrudge you those things?"
I shrugged as I told her "Well, according to my mom, at least. My dad's usually gone along with whatevers she wants to do. I've overheard her say that he has to show his support for her."
The way Amanda scrunched up her face was funny... and then it hit me.
"You know, I just realized that just as my mom expects my dad to back her up, it's only right that I be there to back up Amy." I snickered. "It's a pity they'd never realize that the shoe is on the other foot."
"Are you sure they wouldn't be able to understand?"
Again, it was my turn to shrug. "Who knows? My mom hasn't been real flexible in some time and my dad hasn't been happy since... I don't know when. He might grimace when my mom can't see his face but he just knuckles under to her."
Amanda grimaced, looking like she was in pain. "Owww. The problem, Ricky, is that you need to be able to make your own concerns known... but getting enough respect to be listened to, given your age, is hard. Amy and you both should be able to stand up for yourselves. I'm not entirely sure that your situation with your parents is completely broken, though."
I shrugged; my shoulders were getting quite a workout this morning. "My mom isn't known for backing down with Dad, and, I'm pretty sure she won't back off in front of him with me. She's the boss at home."
"Are you so sure you can't go back?"
"My mom called Amy a harlot. I think that's serious enough; nobody has the right to call my... Amy names. Not even my mom. And, to be honest, calling Amy a harlot, which I know not to be true, really got me hopping mad."
"I heard you pause, Rick, and you've done that more than once, in the last couple of days. Do you really see Amy as your wife? Already?"
I'd almost said it more than once but thought I'd avoided exposure; the idea that I might be in hot water for making such a claim brought on a blush. I choked up a bit and couldn't speak, so I nodded. I finally added "I think she's the one I want with me..."
Amanda smiled back at me. "Gawd, she's got you committed, doesn't she? I can tell you, though... it's mutual. You've got her as tied to you as you are to her."
I felt the shock bounce through me as I digested this little tidbit. Amy felt a commitment to me?
"Yes, I do, Ricky." I heard from the doorway. Standing there, radiant in her skin, was Amy, smiling at me. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me. I'm also glad..." as she walked in and sat on my lap "... you have a nice warm lap" as her arms went around me and her head lay down on my shoulder.
Yeah, I might've been insulating her from a cool seat but I could feel her warmth on my legs and chest. My arms quickly moved to hold her to me as Amanda got up and poured herself coffee from the machine.
"By the way, Mom? Shouldn't I be on the pill?"
Amanda shook her head. "I had so much trouble finding a pharmacy willing to fill a prescription that, after the doctor's samples ran out, that I got an IUD. You should be able to get condoms from the school or do without, hon."
I looked back and forth between mother and daughter. "But that means..."
Amanda smiled, a happy smile. "Yes, that means that you can impregnate my daughter. Amy, you have any problems with the idea of having Ricky's baby?"
Amy's look at her mother started out stern but when she moved to face me I saw her face soften, her eyes looking into my own. I felt like I was the deer looking into a set of headlights, suddenly scared that I'd gone way too far. Amy nodded to me and answered her mother as she looked in my eyes "No problems, but... I don't want to see Ricky hurt by this."
Hell, I didn't want to see Amy hurt... and pregnancy was not pain-free!
Amanda spoke up again "I keep track of your period, dear, so I knew you were due to ovulate on Saturday evening. With just a little bit of luck..."
I felt Amy shudder in my arms as I felt myself shiver again. "Couldn't you have warned us? To put it off a week or so?"
Amanda shook her head. "There's another schedule running here. I want to see a grand-child as soon as possible... and Walter's parents want to know that Amy's both capable and interested."
This seemed strange, there was something she wasn't saying. Maybe even several somethings.
Amy was relaxed in my arms so my next question was to her "Sweetheart, how do you feel about this? About having a baby by me?"
Amy kept her head where it was on my shoulder and said "I got so excited I didn't even think to worry about getting pregnant, despite everything we've been taught. I love you..."
I squeezed her "I love you too. I just hope we can make it together and that this situation doesn't screw us up."
Amy nodded to my chest so I turned my attention back to her mother. "You're not telling us something. Why would you be so enthusiastic in pushing us together? I love her, yes, and I know she loves me, but, Amy is your daughter! Having a baby as a teen-ager isn't the smartest thing for our future and I want to do my best for her... and now you tell me that you timed it so that we can't avoid pregnancy... and even if either of us believed in abortion, they're almost impossible to get these days. So... Why?"
Amanda had a sad look on her face and took a few breaths.
"Mom? Ricky is right. What's happening? Is something wrong?"
Amanda stared at us and finally mumbled "I've got a problem, kids."
We stopped breathing for a moment and looked in each other's eyes before turning to face Amanda. Amy spoke first. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Amanda exhaled, shakily. "You're right, I was selfish; I didn't think of your needs... and I also didn't want you to know so soon, but, well, I have an aneurysm expanding in my brain. It's inoperable. I learned about it after I had some awful headaches and... other odd occurrences. I kept you from knowing what was going on... and then the MRI two months ago showed it. I'm on meds trying to keep my blood pressure under control... and my sex drive has dropped from other meds, too, which is why I managed to resist the lure of joining you both given how you two went at it."
We stared at her. I asked "An aneurysm?"
Amanda nodded. "Yes, a weakness in one of the arteries in my brain. It's just a matter of time... about a year, two at most... and..." we listened, shocked. She stopped and her tears started; my heart ached, watching this. Amanda's voice shook as she added "I'm sorry, sweetie, I wanted to hold my grand-child before I'm gone!"
Amy and I looked at each other, tears in our eyes, then both moved to hold her mother.
We dragged Amanda back to her bed; her shaking and sobbing was painful to both of us, so we put her between us and held her tight and close, keeping her warm. I was very careful with where my hands went.
We spent our time comforting her, telling her we loved her and thanking her for helping us become lovers. It took about twenty minutes (it felt like hours) before she finally relaxed into a fitful doze.
Her sleepy state was not the comfort I'd have thought it to be as she twitched and we heard some whimpers.
We moved her around a bit and we were soon in a spoon position with me behind Amanda and Amy in front, making a sandwich. Within moments of our squeezing I could feel our tutor fade further into a more comfortable sleep.
I whispered past Amanda to my lover, telling her "I love you, Amy, and... yes, my feelings are mixed, but having a baby by you... I hope you won't mind."
Amy replied quietly "Ricky, I love you... and maybe we'll be lucky and you'll be a daddy..."
Amanda shifted a bit in her sleep and I heard Amy squeak. It sounded like a happy kind of squeak, too, so I whispered a question to her, going "Hon?"
Amy replied, first with an "ummmmm, that feels nice. Ricky, my mom's holding my breast... and she's kneading it." Amy sighed, adding "Well, I really like your hands, honey, but, since you can't easily reach me, my mom's hands are doing a pretty good job..."
I lay there and heard Amy moan... which woke up my male member. With Amanda between us, I really couldn't act on it so I hissed "Hon, please don't moan, it's turning me on..."
That's when I heard the most outrageous thing I'd ever have believed possible to hear from my only lover: "Ricky, squeeze my mom's breasts and, if you get hard enough... make love to her?"
In my stunned silence Amy added "Yes, hon, I'm sure. Make love to my mom. I think she needs it, now..." Amy's happy squeaky noise hardened me further.
Getting an erection wasn't a problem; in fact, I'd wanted to soften, instead, so, with this encouragement, I shifted my position just enough and, thanks to Amanda's tutelage, knew where to put it, started to slide into my future mother in law's vagina.
Amanda's pussy wasn't all that wet yet so there wasn't much I could do beyond getting my glans barely into her entrance, but I gently rocked myself and her, which seemed to make a difference in Amanda's breathing pattern, which accelerated. It was more than a few minutes of rocking Amanda (and, with her, Amy, who continued her quiet moans and squeaks) before my dick worked deeper into her Amanda's gently spasming box.
The final thrust that put me balls deep into my lover's mother got a moan and shiver from her; Amy moaned as well and told me that her mother's hands on her breasts were good at giving a progress report.
I gently rocked my lovers-- both of them, this time-- which made for slow and short strokes into Amanda, who moaned and seemed to awaken. "What? Ricky? Amy? Ohhhhhh..."
Amy hushed her, adding "I told Ricky to make love to you. How do you feel?"
I had my arms around Amanda with a hand on each breast and my mouth kissing her upper back and trying to nibble on her shoulder as she answered: "I feel... loved. But... Ummmmm..."
Amanda became more active and taught me that she hadn't yet passed on the bulk of her sexual knowledge to her daughter as I felt her internal muscles start to pull on my member as she started to pant.
Given my own roller-coaster ride in the last twenty-four hours it took me longer to come than it did Amanda, and, in fact, it was her orgasmic vaginal spasms that milked my load out into my future mother-in-law.
I was surprised that my own hand spasms against her (which included squeezing her breasts, which could not have been comfortable) didn't get a complaint. I finally asked "Uhhh, Amanda, how do you feel? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The smile of happiness was obvious in the sound of her answer to me of "Just like a man, worried that his passion could hurt a woman... yeah, you mauled my breasts, okay? But it just helped me feel good , hon. Amy... are you all right?"
Amy's moan told me she was still pretty hot before she said "I'm feeling very good... and I wish Ricky could give me what I told him to give you..."
Amanda's chuckle was a surprise and then she pushed me back a bit and drove the adjustment of our bodies on the bed as we shifted, me to the side and Amy was on her back. I got an apologetic look from Amanda as she told me "I've never done this with my daughter before but I've wanted to, so please don't freak..." before her mouth descended to Amy's pussy.
Between their noises it was obvious that Amy was enjoying this attention and reached orgasm pretty quickly... and Amy asked her mother for more.
By Amy's second orgasm I was hard, which Amy spied, smiled, and told me "Give my mother another thrill, then..." she wailed her third time "... give me more ..."
I did as bid, dogging Amanda and pounding her face into my first lover's snatch until Amanda came again. I wasn't close myself, so I pulled out, helped Amanda out of my way (telling her I loved her, which struck me as true) before descending face first into Amy, who I brought off again.
Amy wasn't in very good condition by this time, spending all of her time panting in orgasm, and I moved up and over her and sank my hardness into her body, joining us together again.
My future wife-- the cat was out of the bag, now-- seemed very happy with me and I was wrapped up by her arms and legs as we stroked ourselves closer and closer to being one body as we'd already become one soul. Amy's happiness shone through to me despite the interruptions of her orgasmic response which further inflamed me...
If it weren't for the uplifting sensation of being one in this whole act culminating in our coming together I would have admitted that we fucked each other's brains out. As it was we poured our love together into being one in body, soul and heart.
We faded fast.
We awakened to a silent apartment. The clock read 11:30 so it was obvious we missed school, and when we finally got up we found the note on the table that Amanda felt it was best if she let us sleep.
Amy and I spent time smiling happily at each other; we had some breakfast and then showered together.
It was like we were inseparable.
Amanda called her mom's cell phone during lunch hour and got the news that my mom hadn't gotten to work... and, with me on the extension, she told us that we looked good together. She encouraged me to contact my folks.
It took several tries and I finally called my dad's cell phone after 1PM, which found him at a doctor's appointment.
That was surprise number one.
He sounded, well, not displeased, especially given the events of the night before, which provided surprise number two.
Surprise number three, however, was the big one. "Your mother went ballistic last night, Ricky. She called the cops and then was so busy hitting them with orders instead of answering their questions that she got abusive with them. She's in the hospital under observation; she'll be getting a psych evaluation today, too, but... we'll see. For the time being, son, stay with Amy, all right? Give me a call tonight and we'll talk, OK?"
I quickly agreed and, upon hanging up the phone, related the news to Amy, who showed her sensitivity to me by holding me close.
It didn't start out sexual. Heck, our comfort cuddling made no moves to become sexual; it just felt good to share each other's strength.
We got up after an hour's nap together to get dinner put together for Amanda and got a call from my Dad, asking if I could meet him at home. When I related that we were putting supper together for Amanda, Amy suggested that he come visit us and we'd feed him.
Color me stupid, all right? I had no idea of what Amy was thinking.
My dad had wanted to talk to me, and, yes, he did. He tried to explain what my mother, his wife, had gone through (and how she flunked her psych evaluation) before the tears started down his face; Amanda pulled him to her for his comfort, as an adult, and it seemed like a quick reaction as he curled up to her.
Within fifteen minutes I couldn't tell who was comforting whom; they held and cried together. When they finally did unfold from each other I watched as they dried each other's tear tracks, their eyes locking on each other.
Supper, I will admit, was a lot quieter. Amy kept on making eyes at me which took more to understand than I would have ever thought possible...
My dad and her mom kept looking at each other in the eye.
Amy put her hand out to me in frustration. I took it and she started to signal me... and I paid attention to what she told me through that silent channel, then looked for the signs that Amy had provided me.
Beside the fact that Amanda's nipples were hard and sticking out far enough to make my mouth water (if Amy's own hard nips hadn't already done that to me) I had an angle to check my dad's lap... which was showing he was at least as aroused as my soul mate's mother. Seeing the signs of mutual attraction in that older "couple" was weird but, at the same time, reassuring.
Amy and I cleaned up as Amanda and my dad went back to the living room. We heard the TV go on-- to the Weather Channel, of all things-- and we were naive enough to not recognize it was done for background noise.
I guess it's an odd effect of being old: weather forecasts as background for foreplay. I always thought that was what romantic music was for.
Catching my future mother-in-law, however, bouncing up and down on my father's lap, was not what Amy or I expected once we left the kitchen after finishing with the dishes.
Now, in the kitchen, we had enough noise from the running water and the dishwasher that the sounds of passion were not immediately obvious to the ear, but the weather forecast for travelers wasn't enough to hide those noises from us once we stepped out and got an eyeful.
Amanda had her back to us and my dad only had eyes for her. His pants and boxers were puddled around his ankles, his shirt open and tie thrown at the end of the couch. Her top was loose, open, and flapping in the reciprocating breeze her motions were inducing, her brassiere pushed up to expose her breasts to my father's gaze and occasional tongue work. Amanda's panties and pantyhose was thrown by my father's tie and her skirt obscured the view of where their bodies kept meeting.
To say that I popped an erection at this sight is a miracle of understatement. That Amy's response wasn't far from my own is not, however. We ran for her room, shedding clothes all the way and landed on her bed together with me on top, our eyes meeting as our bodies merged.
When we finally came down-- and it was more than one bout for us-- we heard applause from Amy's bedroom doorway. That is when I realized we'd been in such a hurry that we'd left the door wide open.
As we cuddled we faced the door to find Amanda and my dad there... both quite naked. My dad's equipment, which I'd seldom seen, was wet and, well, looked half-hard. Amanda wasn't any less wet there with evidence of semen trails running down her legs. They seemed about as sweaty as both of us still were.
We looked a question at them and got smirks in reply. I finally found my voice: "Dad? Are you sure?"
He smiled before answering "It's a couple of years, Son. Amanda, here, feels good to me." I saw his arm reach out and pull her towards him. She resisted a little at first as she frowned at me.
Obviously she hadn't told my dad anything, so I added, "I think you two need to talk. Really. Go to bed together."
He nodded and pulled Amanda away. It was strange that he listened to his own son who encouraged him to jump into bed with his girlfriend's mother.
Five minutes later, though, he returned, fully dressed, to tell us "I'm taking Amanda home with me, so you guys will be alone here tonight. She's getting a change of clothes. And Ricky, Amy? You're both wonderful together."
We nodded and told him good-night, which we repeated to a shakily happy Amanda when she came by to confirm the news.
There were some additional chores we needed to deal with that night-- like laundry-- before we went to bed again. We slept very well that night and made it to school the next day in surprisingly good spirits.
On the way to school I talked to Amy again about my dad and worried about whether Amanda would let him know about her medical complications. Amy figured that her mom wouldn't hide that for long and that she didn't think it was just sex between them.
After school we went to 'my' house and, well, ran laundry for my dad. The sheets on my dad's bed were quite damp still though it looked like nobody had slept in my mom's.
Dinner was more of a challenge for us to put together out of the ingredients in the pantry and fridge but we managed it. We called both of the cells-- getting voice-mail-- to let them know of dinner plans. We got a confirming call from a breathless sounding Amanda letting us know when they'd be home.
Since it had been Amanda calling back I'd handed the phone to Amy and got smile at the end of the call; "She spoke for both of them. I think my mom and your dad were... ummm... getting it together again."
I smiled again. I recalled how happy and relaxed my father had looked the night before when he'd told us he was keeping Amanda with him.
While things were cooking we did our homework in the kitchen after setting things out in the dining room. It was funny how it felt good to just be in the same room with Amy; it seemed that every time I looked up to look at her she was doing the same, our eyes meeting each other and seemingly recharging us both.
My father finally came in with Amanda, their hands closely entwined. For a moment there it felt like they were acting more like Amy and I.
Supper was a lot more active than I'd been used to with Mom at the table; it was noisy, raucous and energetic as we brought everyone up to date with our lives.
Of course good times don't always last-- and it got quiet as dad related the news about mom...
"Son, we found out that your mom has brain cancer; they realized something was up and ran a CAT scan. It's pretty advanced and is inoperable... and she doesn't have much time left. I also know about Amanda's problem, too..."
I watched his eyes get wet and saw a tear run down his face. His voice had gotten rough just before he stopped talking and I knew what that meant: he had to stop talking before he started sobbing. Amanda's hand went to him and they grasped together, almost desperately. I could see him get better control of his breathing as Amanda's hand seemed to pump him back up to strength before he could continue.
"So it looks like Amanda and I aren't likely to marry, but we will be together as much as possible. Your mom isn't going to make it home, son, but, assuming the meds they give her work well enough, she should be able to deal with visits from us. Once she's stabilized on the psychiatric meds she will be moved to a hospice. I'm told that if she makes even another month it'll be a miracle."
It was my turn to feel pole-axed, my breathing going shallow as I digested this message. I might've been unhappy with my mom's aggressive attitude but that didn't mean I wanted to see her gone. This hurt and I knew my eyes were wet.
Amy's hand lay within mine, granting me strength I didn't realize we shared, together. It helped me feel so strong after having received a one-two punch like this.
It seemed by unanimous unspoken decision to change the subject, which my dad drove: "I'm told, by the way, that Amanda's issue pushed something up. I understand the issue, kids, and I know that this can really fuck up a relationship at warp speed, so I'll be doing what I can to cushion the blow on you, just remember that I'm not perfect, all right?"
Amy and I nodded. I spoke for us "Thank you, Dad."
He turned to Amy "Welcome to the family, Amy. You're a good girl for my son; I see how happy he is when you look at him... and I can see how happy you are, too." He smiled at both of us.
I decided to bust him a bit, with "Yeah, dad, and I can see how happy you are around Amanda, too... and how Amanda likes to have you around."
His reply was silent as he put on a silly smile as his eyes met Amanda's. I wasn't sure if it was a silly smile or more of a smirk.
The next issue up was living situations.
"Ricky, Amanda and I have been discussing things. We've figured that you and Amy should live together in the apartment until the lease expires-- about two months-- and then move back here. Amanda will stay here, with me. We'll be moving furniture around..."
Amanda finally spoke up "Well, the king size bed I got you to buy should get delivered here tomorrow, I hope. I'll be here to receive it. We also need to get some more clothing for me to wear before tomorrow."
My dad spoke up again. "So get your books together. Ricky, pull some clothes, we'll move some of your other stuff on the week-end, like your computer. Oh, yeah, remind me that we want to get a cable modem and router for the apartment this week-end, all right? I'll take care of clean-up here, tonight."
When we got ourselves ready to go, me with an extra gym bag full of extra clothing, dad kissed Amanda in front of us, saying "I love you, dear. I'll see you in a little bit..."
Amanda was still blushing when we got to the car. "So you told him about your... ummm... borrowed time?" Amy asked.
Amanda nodded. "He wasn't happy to learn he couldn't keep me, either, but I promised to help find him my replacement, too. He realized, though, that I needed his attention... and he wants to make the time I have left as pleasant as possible."
I commented "I suspect he's turning to you now since my mom is so sick... and she'd been burning bridges between the two of them for years now."
The sniffle from the front seat disturbed me. "Actually, it seems the tumor isn't old enough to explain the downturn in their relationship ten years ago. We spent most of the day together talking and... ummm... talking."
Leave it to a gauche 15 year old to ask "Did you tell him about... you and me?"
"Yes. He says you have excellent taste and he's glad you are as human as the next man."
Amy giggled. "That's because he was the next man, right, mom?"
The woman in the front seat giggled too as I had a flashback to an Indiana Jones movie.
We didn't have much of a struggle getting our bags into the apartment and we helped Amanda load up her own bag to head back. Amy and I carried stuff down to the car for her before we were pulled back into the bigger bedroom. "This will be your apartment-- your love-nest, as it were-- for the next two months or so. Use this bedroom, fuck your brains out, do your homework, you know, learn to carry your weight here. We'll help, of course, by bringing you grocery shopping with us, but you need to learn how to operate your own household. This is one with training wheels. We'll see how you two do, all right?"
We nodded, somberly.
"Now kiss me good night..."
So we kissed her. Oh, boy, did we kiss her.
If her panties hadn't been damp from her time with my dad (which they were, we checked) they were saturated after we worked her up. My father was going to get his own brains fucked out that night.
Amy and I made love as soon as we were alone; it was pretty furious as we slammed against each other. The third time that night was far gentler and we eased ourselves into a contented sleep.
Yes, I had some nightmares of losing my mom-- no matter how much I might have been upset with her, she was still my mom and I felt love for her-- but, with Amy in my arms, no fear seemed able to get more than a momentary hold on me.
That she had her own nightmares of losing her mother-- we exchanged this news in the morning-- wasn't immediately evident to me, but being told that being wrapped up in my arms kept any of her fears from taking hold felt good to me.
Learning to live together was not always easy.
Our first fight-- well, argument-- was over something trivial, a simple miscommunication. I hadn't clearly understood something she said, and then I blew it all out of proportion and flew off the handle.
Learning that I need to check meaning now and then to keep us speaking "the same language" was a hard lesson for me to pick up. What made it easier was our second argument, when it was her misunderstanding me.
Sometimes, when the shoe is on the other foot, you learn faster. We learned. Amanda and my dad explained that this kind of friction was "normal" and that we should not hold it in. Both Amanda and my dad kept telling us there is no such thing as a "happily ever after" and that we'd have to work together to stay together.
I wanted to believe in a fairy tale ending, as did Amy. Even with the aggressive support from our folks we learned that there were some burdens we'd have to carry regardless.
All of the moves and the like went well. It was funny seeing one bed in my parents' bedroom, of course, but Amanda and my dad seemed happy. My father's personality shifted quite a bit over a matter of two weeks which Amanda, being Amanda and very open with us, explained as a side effect of being sexually satisfied, likely for the first time in his life.
My mom's last three weeks were a heartbreak for me; the meds seemed to calm her down to the point that she acted more like an affectionate mother than I remember experiencing in the last four years. Her apology to Amy made the end harder for us to bear.
My twin sisters-- Roberta (Bobbi) and Ronnie-- visited. There was no doubt in my mind what they were seeing as they looked over Amy; catching one or the other of them licking their lips...
So it was a good thing we weren't in the same house.
That I forgot that Amy hadn't been all that offended when her own mother had gone down on her in a fit of passionate insanity was brought back later when I talked over what I saw from my sisters with her. When I asked I found out that Amy did have some practice with girls; she was cuddling me when she told me not to worry.
"Sure, your sisters are cute, but there's something to being in a boy's -- your -- arms that I much prefer. I'm quite happy with you."
It was a right after the funeral-- my father and I amongst my mom's brothers and nephews as pall-bearers-- that Amy surprised me.
"Ricky, your sisters want to stay over at the apartment this week-end while your relatives are in town."
I nodded. "Sure, but the way they've been eying you... and their eyes as the follow you while you're walking..."
Amy smirked. "I know how to keep 'em at bay. If it doesn't look like it's working, though, I'll talk to you about it. Or can I surprise you?"
Seldom does she ask me if I'm willing to be surprised. I shrugged, not knowing what she had up her sleeve. "OK, I'm willing to trust you on this, hon. I'd be a complete fool if I didn't trust you, you know."
I got a happy smile and was ridden hard that evening. I had no complaints with this side effect of pregnancy. She was not complaining about that either. Later, though, the need to pee frequently wouldn't please her at all, but during the first trimester all went well.
My sisters surprised me; neither of them was anywhere near as competent as Amy and I at domesticity. They both stayed with us through the summer-- and Amanda had the lease on the apartment extended, with my father's encouragement-- which would keep us there for another year. So both Bobbi and Ronnie got lessons from both of us in maintaining laundry, dishes and putting dinners together.
In the same time period I learned that my sisters did each other -- loudly -- and so Amy and I let them know that we could be loud too.
Boys, no matter how sensitive, can be oblivious. Amy let me know that having an audience listening to us was exciting for her. After she let me know that I discovered that I found it exciting to have my sisters hear us "get off".
Our summer jobs could not have supported the rent on the apartment much less other expenses; my father and Amanda helped us work out a budget for how much money to turn over into operating costs. We learned that "toys" didn't fit our budget any more.
We might not have been pulling all of the weight but it felt good to be carrying something .
My sisters were working too and were throwing money into the kitty for all of us. We'd occasionally eat very well.
I will admit that my dad's week-end family barbecues worked out well, mixing a great meal without the price. Sure, we helped w/ the grill, set-up and clean-up, but it was fun.
So it within weeks of the funeral that things came to a head, so to speak, with my sisters. Amy told me that Bobbi asked if they could watch us, with a list of activities they wanted to see.
Ronnie had come to me at the same time with the same request and, when Amy and I compared notes, the same list of things they wanted to see us do.
At first I was resistant when Ronnie brought it up. Amy snapped me out of it with "Ricky, remember that my mom has watched us... heck, she taught us. Maybe if we do it like a set of lessons?" Hearing this got me to back down a bit; she was right that we could do this and the exhibitionist aspects weren't as daunting but I was still not completely trusting of my sisters.
So, over the next week, we put on an educational display for my sisters and added commentary... usually afterwards. Then we'd get to see the equivalent activities by a pair of lesbians.
Wow.
I got over the guilt of seeing my sisters make love to each other fairly quickly. I'm male. They're female. And, boy, did I get an erection again, which Amy had no problems taking down.
So when one night Bobbi asked Amy if she could go down on her, Amy answered "Only if Ricky isn't left out."
"What's that mean?" We all looked at each other over the kitchen table. I was a bit startled because these were my sisters Amy was discussing this with and was uncomfortable that they might try to shove me out of the way. We hadn't had that placid a relationship as children.
Amy got assertive. "I'll lay down on this table, you'll put your face on my pussy... and Ricky will stand behind you and pump you full of his sperm."
I was feeling weird given that Amy was suggesting that I fuck one of my sisters. I hadn't even considered that a possibility-- my sisters had made sure I knew where I stood (or didn't) when I first tried to talk to them about sex during puberty. It sure kept me quiet; I wasn't ready to speak up at all.
Bobbie flinched, then relaxed, apparently thinking. It took her almost a minute before she added "And then what?" It was a strange feeling to realize that my sister didn't mind the idea of having sex with me... though there was the sense that she acknowledged it as a price-tag for access to what I saw as my woman. This was not a comfortable feeling for me.
Amy smiled at her "Then I'll suck his cum out of your cunt as he pumps my cunt full."
I saw Bobbi blush a little bit and lick her lips... before I heard Ronnie ask "Can I have a turn, too?"
Amy looked at me and started laughing which my sisters soon followed; I don't think they realized how over-sensitive I still was because it hurt.
It took a bit for Amy to stop giggling so that she could tell me "You were looking at your sisters like they were aliens. It was a funny thing to see on your face, hon."
I'm not all that bad at hiding pain but it still took a bit to find my voice "I'm not comfortable with the idea of having sex with my sisters, you know." I did my best to hide my real feelings in front of my sisters.
They both nodded back at me, Ronnie saying "Well, I admit that I've never been attracted to men or boys-- which has always included you, bro-- but I did feel something when Amy suggested it." I could see Bobbi nodding her head, too, in agreement. After being pushed away years before this kind of sudden about-face brought back more of my old emotional injuries they'd given me along with a rising level of confusion.
Bobbi added "Yeah, I didn't think the idea of fucking a boy would be tolerable... but you , being my brother... are a lot easier to trust."
Trust... I realized that my history with my sisters hadn't left me feeling like I could trust them, especially with someone I felt so close and dependant on. My voice squeaked as I added "So are you trying to steal Amy from me, then? I don't see how I could compete with the two of you..."
I let the cat out of the bag, in front of my sisters. The one fear that still clung to me, that Amy would find someone she might prefer over me...
My sisters looked at each other, smiled in some kind of private joke, before turning to me. "No, Ricky, we don't want to pull you and Amy apart-- but I've never made love to a pregnant girl before, and, Amy love, you're a beauty."
Bobbi picked up the thread "And Amy is lovable and we want to be closer to the members of our family."
I sighed, unhappy, "Yeah, as long as the family member is female." I growled and cleared my share of dishes from the table, stalking out of the kitchen, looking for some kind of task to get my mind off of sex and the flush of anger I felt towards my sisters.
In hindsight it was my lack of confidence that hurt me most. I spent the rest of the summer upset with my sisters though we managed to remain civil with each other. Amy and I had a good chance to talk this out so she understood more of what I was facing. That didn't mean she liked it, considering that the issues didn't completely fade away.
I didn't trust my sisters to not try seducing my fiance. That some of this distrust did spill over onto Amy was, once my sisters left for college again, something Amanda had to step in to help straighten out. I didn't realize how surly I was getting and how that impacted Amy's own sense of being valued by me.
It's ironic, in a strange way. When you're in love to the point of emotional fusion-- like when your mate feels like part of your own body-- your living space can feel almost too big and so you concentrate on living inside each other's skin. When there's even a minimal amount of friction, though... the planet itself doesn't feel large enough. We learned to recognize this feeling as time to stop and talk to each other.
Learning how to cope with the fact that there was no such thing as a "happily every after" and that maintaining our relationship was going to take a lot of work and attention was, perhaps, the greatest lesson we needed to learn.
The hardest part was learning that there were a lot of mistakes we could make that could smoke us as a couple-- and neither one of us wanted to make any of those mistakes. The hard part was recognizing mistakes when we make them. Even harder was a willingness to recognize our own roles in these mistakes.
I don't like being wrong. Learning to recognize when and where I've done wrong and been wrong is not comfortable or pleasant. Amy and I agreed that looking at ourselves was hard work-- and learned that we had to have some level of self-doubt in order to keep ourselves together.
The easiest part was that as long as we felt love for each other-- that sense that we did better than we deserved-- we could handle forgiveness.
I've heard that it was Yogi Berra who said "you can learn a lot just by watching" and so I watched my dad with Amanda. There were lessons here that I hadn't realized I could get before. They made mistakes and recovered from them. It was their recoveries that granted us both hope that we could make it in the long term.
A hard part of the situation was seeing Amanda's reduction in activity; by the time the baby was ready to be born in early February she didn't trust herself to drive herself to work any more and had to go on disability. Even though the state was very permissive about driving (Florida exceeds Chicago since the dead are allowed to drive as well as vote) Amanda realized she had to give up driving herself. It was fortunate that both Amy and I had gotten our drivers licenses by this time (having turned 16) and were able to provide support.
Just as my dad had appeared solid and steady in the decline and death of my mother, he seemed to be handling Amanda's short future with equal grace. I wondered how my father could cope with these stresses ... until I learned who Holly was.
All right, so I wasn't expecting anything like this. I even asked Amy, mentioning my confusion about where Holly came from and why she'd moved in with my father and Amanda. Amy shrugged and told me she'd ask.
It was coming up on Valentine's Day and our son's due date when I learned that Amanda had brought Holly in to provide continuity by taking her place with my dad.
Amanda's tutelage had fallen short-- we weren't prepared to learn about threesomes quite so... graphically. While both Amy and I were blushing, so were my dad and Holly as Amanda explained what was going on.
When you see your parents having sex-- all right, so it was kind of half-and-half-- it's very easy for one to not find the activity exciting.
The additional fact popped up that Holly was pregnant, too. That it was via IVF using Amanda's eggs along with my father's sperm was startling; with us out from underfoot it provided them with a lot of latitude. I think they were all amused at the looks of shock on our faces when it was explained that Holly was carrying a child that was related to both of us though not directly to her.
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Amy's pregnancy hadn't been all that interesting to the school though I did actually get some razzing from my former friends. Amy also tended to be uncomfortable given the new attention she got from various boys who noticed the first obvious changes to her body: growth in her breasts. At the start of school in mid-August her need to wear a brassiere stood out.
The rest of her body was adapting quickly to carrying a child to term; it seemed her hips flared and the rest of her body followed them into womanhood. Amanda reassured us that it had taken her carrying Amy to give her her womanly shape. I got warning that if Amy followed her example that we'd be hip-deep in milk before the baby was born.
When Amy "popped" the questions and odd looks started up in earnest but it wasn't like we were completely alien since there were at least five other pregnancies in the whole of the high school and three girls were already mothers.
Where we most stood out was how we stood for each other; few of the other girls were still "with" the boy who got them pregnant, usually because the parents came down on the girl and split her from the boy. Only one couple got anywhere near as much support as we got... and that was still a distant second. In some cases, though, things were worse.
And that's not counting the rumors of abortions.
Because of Amy's pregnancy (and the continuing lessons our parents provided) we were far more sensitive to the issues of teen pregnancy and could see this happening in school. We chose to befriend couples and even some of the "lone" girls that were being isolated.
And so it was that Britney entered our circle of friends. She had gotten pregnant just before school started on her "first time" and had actually believed the boy despite the lessons we got over and over again in Sex Ed. She'd found that all he'd wanted was to pop a virgin when he dumped her the following day so she wasn't happy to discover that she was also pregnant with his child.
Now my dad and mom were pretty conservative and had even admitted voting for Republicans and so I was, well, pretty conservative in outlook... even if, even drunk, I would not be stupid enough to vote Republican though I admit that the national candidates put forth by the Democrats didn't give much to choose from... but I'd be old enough for the next presidential election to vote.
Seeing the bruises that Britney was working to hide shook up Amy. When I heard about them that night while holding Amy close to me...
It's hard to explain.
Britney, by the way, is an airhead. Her parents, as far as I could tell, made her look brilliant, but then, any one who spent so much time in an alcoholic stupor and swallows every bit of bullshit a church put out (excepting the "sinfulness" of alcohol use, much less abuse) is not going to impress either Amy or me.
So when Britney miscarried after another beating we kept her with us as much as possible. It was amazing how little her parents thought of her... but then they were pretty relaxed with their "change of life" baby. The loss of a potential grand-child didn't seem to bother them at all.
All right, we had backing from Amanda, Holly and especially my dad who'd all had a chance to meet her. Britney moved in to what had once been Amy's bedroom in "our" apartment for most of the week, to keep her as far from her parents as we could. While she didn't spend all of her time with us we did keep her out from underfoot when her folks were most likely to be drinking. That our folks pulled her into our extended family and showed her acceptance and approval was a great help to her, I believed.
What shouldn't have been so amazing is that her grades actually improved. Her skills in cooking and cleaning grew as she chose to take turns with us. It seemed her confidence was improving the more she spent time away from her folks.
We knew a lot of the emotional (and physical) scars she had weren't going to go away but she seemed to be dealing with them better. We pushed her to talk to her older siblings, too. Some of them left me quite underwhelmed while one of her older sisters seemed to be most understanding and helped her.
I'm not sure what is so wrong with my sisters, though. They made moves on Britney the next time they had break and came home (to dad's house) and we later heard that Britney had actually experimented with them and apparently enjoyed it. Bobbi told me that it seemed she couldn't trust men at all and so they'd given her an alternative. I really didn't think my sisters had helped much though Amy had the sense to be discreet. She was also ambivalent.
So I'm opinionated. I also had to face Britney's attempts later on to "come on" to Amy. It wasn't until much later that I could recognize that I was feeling left out.
Britney's value as a helper came into it's own, though, as Amy's pregnancy came down to the wire.
LaMaze classes were weird. We also got advice regarding the need for an epidural...
Amanda did come by occasionally to provide tutoring in how to have sex safely with Amy's distended belly along with how to give good massages. I'll admit that I had been laying off of Amy sexually when Amanda pulled me aside to tell me, point blank, that I need to be sexually aggressive with Amy, especially given the pregnancy.
I think you can tell that I didn't really understand; I'm one of those who wants to be kind, careful, considerate and caring, so Amy's need to still feel "desirable" to me had to be dealt with.
So Amanda pulled me aside to explain what I needed to do. I'm no idiot.
And there were times when Britney was a witness to me taking Amy at the washer/dryer or the kitchen table; working my fiance up and then making sure she knew I found her sexually desirable.
Amanda was right; it did a lot for Amy's moods as the due date approached... and then passed.
Amy's water broke the morning of Valentine's day, one week late.
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