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CHAPTER 66

Sunday

I didn't sleep well. Around eight in the morning, I went to the front
house. The girls were still asleep, so I called Dad's cell phone. When
he answered, I told him what had happened last night with Amy's
brother, and I listened as he told Mom. He asked how Amy was doing and
I told him that she was still asleep. He said that was good; she was
probably exhausted from worrying about her brother, and to let her
sleep. He asked me to hang around the house in case Amy needed me;
then he said that they would be home as soon as possible.
I asked him if he could do me a favor and pick up a clean white dove's
feather.
He said he probably could, but wondered why I wanted something "so
damn frivolous" right now.
I told him what Amy had said about Alec going to Heaven, then
explained my thinking. Dad sounded a little choked up when he said
he'd find a feather. Then he said he was proud of me, and hung up.
As quietly as I could, I went into the kitchen and started to make a
three-egg omelet. I was just whisking it, when I looked up and saw a
sleepy-looking Erin watching me, so without asking, I threw in a few
more eggs. She started helping by doing things like pouring big
glasses of milk and making toast. Between the two of us, we ended up
with a pretty good breakfast. We sat down, and between bites of toast
with peanut butter, we talked about last night, but she kept looking
at me strangely.
Finally, she said, "Petey, when Kelly came over Saturday night, you
guys, umm, did stuff, didn't you?"
I was sort of expecting that she would ask, and I chose my words
carefully. I asked, "What did Kelly say?"
"She said that all you guys did, was talk."
	"Then you should believe her. Even if you suspect it isn't
true, you should give her the benefit of the doubt. That's what
friends are supposed to do."
She sat there thinking about what I had said. Things were okay for a
minute. Then I could see that stubborn streak of hers take over, and
she said, "But I'm asking YOU!"
"Erin, I love you, and I'll never lie to you. You and I should be able
to talk to each other about anything. But, when other people are
involved, there are some questions that shouldn't be asked unless
there is a really good reason to ask them. Kelly is your best friend.
If she said that all we did was talk, it's not fair of you to go
around her back and ask someone else about it. Don't you agree?"
She looked at me and frowned. Then she said, "Uhh, I guess so."
I hadn't lied to her, but I hadn't answered her question. I wondered
to myself if it would come up again.
I didn't have to wonder for very long. Erin looked down at her cereal
bowl for a little while, then spoke. "Umm, Petey?"
"Yeah?"
"I think you're forgetting something."
"Oh? What's that?"
"You forget how well Kelly and I know each other. Like you said, she's
my best friend. My very, very best friend. We talk about everything,
and help each other with lots of stuff, like poetry and karaoke. So I
know how she sounds when she talks, and when she's not telling the
truth. The last time she got a sore throat, I knew she was coming down
with it even before she did."
I could see where this was headed, and I began to worry.
Erin went on, "You know, that's one of the reasons I helped her and
Marie with their plan. You're a nice guy; you don't go around blabbing
about your dates." She frowned at me. "Even to your sister!"
"Uh, Erin, I --"
She interrupted, "That's a good thing - I guess. But I'm kinda ticked
off at Kelly. She must think I'm stupid or something."
This was getting out of hand, and I didn't know what to do. I thought
I'd try to redirect how things were going, so I asked, "Why did you
help them with their plan?"
"Because Kelly was driving both Marie and me crazy. She told us, over
and over again, what almost happened in Big Bear, and that she was
bound and determined you were going to be her first."
The next words out of my mouth were a mistake. But I didn't realize it
until after I'd said them. "You know that we would never have had sex
if I knew it was her, don't you?"
"Yeah, bro, I know we tricked you. I'm just mad that she lied to me."
I was upset with myself. I had admitted it without actually saying so.
But now that it was out, I had to continue. So, I went on with, "She
lied because she didn't want YOU to have to lie, in case someone found
out. You know that what we did was not right, don't you?"
"Why wasn't it right? She's old enough to know what she wants."
I thought about what she was saying. Aside from those nights where
she, Kelly, and I had experimented, Erin and I had never talked about
sex, and I figured it was time, so I said,  "NO Erin, she isn't! And
the fact that you and Marie helped her wasn't right, either. I know
why she did it. I've had a crush on people. And I even know why you
helped her. It was probably exciting. The real person at fault is
Marie. She should never have gone along with it."
"So you didn't like screwing Kelly?"
I don't know why, but it shocked me when she said it that way. I still
had to answer her, though. "I didn't screw Kelly. I MADE LOVE to a
girl I thought was Marie."
Erin smiled for maybe half a second. "But, you liked it didn't you?"
A little exasperated, I answered, "Yes, she was uhh, fine."
"Then she's old enough to do it!"
Now I was getting angry, and I countered, "No, she isn't! And it makes
me wonder about you. Have you been having sex?"
"None of your business!"
Now I was REALLY shocked! I didn't expect that answer. Suddenly, my
mind was going a million miles an hour. Could my little sister
actually be having sex?! I certainly knew it was possible, but for it
to have actually happened was hard for me to believe. At first, I was
angry! I wanted to find out who it was, and kick his ass. Then I was
even angrier at myself. I should have paid closer attention to her. I
should have protected her!
I could barely talk when I blurted out, "Erin! Who was it? I mean,
when did it happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why should I tell you? You don't tell me when you screw every girl in
school!"
"I don't screw EVERY girl in school! And the reason you should tell me
is because you're only fourteen, I'm your brother, I love you, and I
need to be able to protect you in case something bad happens. We used
to be able to talk about everything. What happened?"
"Nothing happened! I'm just growing up, and I don't want you telling
me what I shouldn't do."
I stared at her, and she had a defiant look on her face, but there was
another look behind her eyes. Something was wrong, and I needed to
find out what it was. We were still sitting at the table, so I got up
and pulled her to her feet. She tried to pull away from me, but I held
tight, and pulled her to me. I hugged her for a minute or two. Once
she relaxed, I asked, "Okay. What's going on?"
She didn't answer for several seconds; then she kind of shuffled her
feet and said, "Petey, it's this sex thing. When Kelly and I first did
it, it was fun. But, soon, she wanted to do it more. We did it a
couple more times; but after a while, it was getting creepy for me.
And when I wouldn't do it anymore, she said she wanted to do it with a
guy. Mainly you. She talked about it all the time. She said she almost
'got' you in Big Bear, but she got scared because of your big thing.
So she got a book from the library, and it said that big things were
okay, and her body could handle it, so from then on, all she talked
about was how she was going to get you into bed."
I frowned and said, "Well, okay, it happened. But what about you? I'm
your brother; we've always been able to talk about anything. Don't you
think you should have talked with me before you had sex?"
"Would you have tried to talk me out of it?"
"Probably, but I would have taught you how to be careful, and I
wouldn't have lied to you if you had questions."
"Would you have wanted to know who the guy was?"
"Of course I would. You're only fourteen. I would want to make sure
that it wasn't someone who was trying to take advantage of you."
"What if you didn't approve of the guy?"
"Then I would have tried to talk you out of it. But if you had your
mind made up, I would have asked you to be careful, and I would have
been there for you if you in case you needed me."
I was still holding her, and she didn't say anything for a while. But
I was going crazy inside. In spite of what I told her, I wanted to
find out who the guy was, and break him into little pieces, starting
with his neck. Then an even worse possibility hit me. What if there
was more than one guy? What if she had been doing a lot of guys?
Suddenly, I had a terrible ache in my gut. How could I have missed
this? How could this sweet girl, a girl I had grown up with, be
someone I didn't even know? All these thoughts were bouncing around in
my head, when she hugged me and said, "Petey?"
"Yes."
"I love you, too. We haven't talked about sex, and I needed to know
how you would act. I wouldn't do anything without talking to you
first. I haven't had sex with any guys. Kelly is the only one I fooled
around with, and we haven't even done that for a while. Sure, I
wondered about sex with guys. The girls at school talk about it all
the time. But to tell the truth, it seems kind of, well, icky. When I
touched your thing, it was fun. But the thought of touching some other
guy that way, seems weird. Maybe when I'm older, my mind will change,
but right now, getting on the swimming team sounds like a lot more
fun. Does that make me a lesbian or something?"
It was like someone lifted a huge weight off me when Erin said that.
But, I still had to take a deep breath in order to talk. I answered,
"No Sis, it makes you fourteen, and that's just fine. But I'm curious.
Why haven't you talked with Amy about this?"
"I have. She told me you would say exactly what you did. But I had to
hear it from you."
"So she knows about Kelly and me?"
"No, we talked about this a while back."
"When we first started talking just now; you seemed kind of angry. How
come?"
"I don't know, Petey. I've had some time to think about things. I
helped her fool you Friday night, and at the time, it seemed like fun.
But this morning, I'm a little ashamed of myself. Plus, I'm upset with
Kelly. I think that things have changed between her and me, and I want
things to be like they were before."
It was amazing how quickly my stomachache went away. She still had her
arms around me, and as I looked down at the top of her beautiful
blonde head, I realized again how much I loved my sister. Mom once
told me that thirteen and fourteen were tough times for a girl. I
don't really know why, but I promised myself that I would pay more
attention to her from now on, and try to be there in case she needed
me.
Then something occurred to me, and I lifted her head so she could look
at me. "I'm curious about something. Are you bothered about the way I
behave with girls?"
She seemed to think for a minute; then she shook her head. "I was for
a while -- I guess I was sort of jealous. When we were at Aunt Kate's,
it was kind of confusing. First, you were going with Della; then,
suddenly it was Sam. Della was kind of weird, but I really liked Sam.
Then Tammy came along, and I guess you were with both of them for a
while. Then we moved here, and you started dating Kristen. Kristen is
nice, but for some reason, I was never able to get close to her. Then
you started dating Karen. I liked Karen a lot. I think we could have
been good friends, and I was really sorry to see her leave. But to
answer your question, no, I'm not upset with you. You're a good guy,
and it's kinda neat to have a big brother like you. Every girl in
school wants to go out with you, so even the senior girls are nice to
me."
I chuckled, then I said, "Well, it won't be long before I start
getting calls from guys who want me to put in a word with you. But in
the meantime, what are you going to do about Kelly? After all, she's
been a good friend for quite a while."
She sighed and shook her head. Then she said, "Yeah, you're right. I
guess I'll call her and pretend I don't know what really happened. But
I know her. It won't be long before she tells me about it."
Erin disappeared into her room. Two minutes later, though, she stuck
her head back into the kitchen. "I'm going to Kelly's house. I'll be
home later."
I'd already made a big dent in the mess in the kitchen when I heard
Amy's shower start. I know she likes coffee, so I brewed her a pot.
I was sitting at the kitchen table reading my science book when Amy
came in. She went right to the coffee pot and poured a cup. We didn't
speak. I'm sure it was obvious that I had stayed around to be with
her, but she didn't say anything as she sat down at the table and
quietly sipped her coffee. Finally, she reached over and touched my
hand.
"I, uhh, don't know what to do about, uhh."
I guessed that she was talking about her brother's remains, and I
said, "Don't worry; Mom and Dad will be here in a little while.
They'll take care of everything."
"I, umm, should be able to handle this. It's my responsibility."
"But you don't need to be able to handle everything by yourself; you
have a family now. That's what a family does! They help each other
when bad things happen. By the way, what about your biological
mother?"
"I don't know what to do about her. The last few times I was with her,
she didn't even know who I was. I'm not sure what the news about Alec
will do to her."
It hadn't sunk into my brain that her mother was that bad off. It
seemed that Amy had more on her plate than I realized, so I said,
"Talk to Dad; he'll know what to do."
Just then, her phone rang. She said, "It's probably my office. I
didn't call this morning, and there are usually some things to take
care of on weekends."
She went into her room to pick up her phone, and I headed for my room
to make a call. I was already halfway there when I realized what I was
doing. I was going to call Karen! I don't think I realized until just
then, how much a part of my life she had become, and how much I missed
her.
I was in my room on the exercise machine, when a thought occurred to
me. Nell had left a message for me to call her, and I never had. So I
searched around until I found where I had scribbled her number, and I
called her. A female voice answered, but it wasn't Nell, so I said,
"Hi, this is Pete Baker. May I speak to Nell?"
There was a chuckle, then, "You have good phone manners."
"Thank you. Is she available?"
"Well, that depends on what 'available' means. If you know her well
enough to have this private number, you probably also know she's
married."
It was obvious that the person was teasing me, and it was sort of fun,
so I replied, "Yes, I'm aware of her marital status. I was inquiring
as to whether she was available to speak with me on the phone."
"I see, and may I inquire as to the nature of this call?"
I answered, "Yes you may."
There was a hesitation, then another chuckle, and she said, "Very
well, what IS the nature of this call?"
Drawing on a recent run-in with my English teacher, where I was asked
to write down every version I could find, of this very word! I
answered, "It depends on what you mean by 'Nature'. Are you looking
for its Essence, its Disposition, or its Temperament?"
This got a huge laugh. It was a melodious, free-sounding laugh that
made me think of Karen, and it went on for a few seconds. Then she
said, "Okay, I give up! Nell is not here just now, but I'll tell her
you called," and she hung up.
She hung up so quickly I didn't have a chance to ask her who she was,
but her voice was slightly familiar.
Mom and Dad got in around one o'clock, and they went immediately to
Amy. After many hugs, Dad sat with Amy, and they went through her
family's papers. It turned out that, before he died, Amy's father had
purchased pre-need death plans for the whole family, through something
called the 'Neptune Society.' So, Dad made a few phone calls. After a
while, he said that he and Amy had some things to take care of, so not
to wait dinner, and they started for the door. Amy was walking ahead,
and when Dad got to the door, he stopped and looked at Mom. She went
to him and they kissed. It wasn't a passionate kiss -- it was just a
peck on the cheek -- but the look that passed between them was very
tender.
I followed Mom into the kitchen, where she poured herself the last of
Amy's coffee, and we sat at the table.
I said, "You look great! Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, we did. San Francisco was fun and the area around Carmel is
beautiful." Then she began telling me about the places they had been.
While she was talking, I had a chance to take a good look at her. She
really did look terrific! Her face has good color, and she seems more
rested than I'd seen her in a long time. I'm happy to see her looking
this good, and I wondered if she and Dad had resolved the Mariani
thing. But I was afraid to ask. Then she asked me about Karen, and my
shoulder slumped a bit. When when I told her about Karen having left,
Mom touched my cheek and said how sorry she was. That sort of put a
damper on things, so after a few minutes, I excused myself and went to
my room.
There was a message on my machine from Marie, asking me to call her
when I got in. I sat for a minute, trying to figure out if I was mad
at her about sending Kelly over. But, finally, I picked up the phone.
When she answered, her voice was subdued.
"Hi, I just heard about Amy's brother. Please tell her how sorry I am.
I didn't even know she had a brother."
"Yeah, but he was sick for a long time."
"That's what Erin said."
"So, is that the reason you called?"
"Well, that, and I wanted to tell you what a great time I had Friday
night."
"I see! You had such a good time, you sent your sister over to thank
me."
I meant it as a joke, but her reply was serious. "No, Pete, the reason
I did it, was because I was worried about her. I was her age not long
ago, and I could see the signs. She's been talking about sex a lot
lately, and I know that it was just a matter of time before she
experimented with someone. She been crazy about you from the day you
moved in, and from what time you and I have spent together, I know
that you're a good guy, so when the opportunity came up, I told her to
go for it."
"So she told you what happened?"
"No, she said all you did was talk. But I know my sister."
"Am I going to have a, umm, problem with her?"
"No, I don't think so. Both you and sex are no longer a mystery. I'm
not saying that she won't try to be with you again, but I think the
urgency has passed. She's been talking lately about a guy in her
class. I've met him. He's a nice kid. Maybe now, she'll be able to pay
some attention to him."
"You mean, she'll start to have sex with him!?"
"No. I just think that now that the fantasy of you is out of the way,
she'll be able to start thinking normally about guys. Up until now,
you were all she talked about."
"So, I've lost my fan club?"
This time, my attempt at a joke worked. She snickered before she
answered me. "In a way, yes. You were becoming an obsession with her.
I know how she felt. That's the way I felt about Rich. He was all I
thought about."
"But, it turned out badly. Aren't you afraid that might happen to
her?"
"No, I don't think so for a couple of reasons. She's smarter than I
was at her age, and you're a lot nicer guy than Rich was."
"Thank you. So, does that mean she'll leave me alone now?"
"No, it just means that she'll be thinking about other guys too."
"What should I do if she tries another stunt like the other night?"
"That's up to you. She's my kid sister, and I think she's too young to
be having sex. But I know how I felt when I was her age, and she feels
pretty strongly about you. How do you feel about her?"
"She's a sweet girl, and she's my sister's best friend. I've never
thought of her any other way."
"Not even when you were making love to her?"
"I didn't know I was making love to her. I thought I was making love
to you."
I heard her catch her breath; then she was quiet for a while. Half a
minute or so later, she asked, "Would you like to make love to me?"
I didn't hesitate at all. "Yes."
There was a pause, then, "Well, maybe some day."
Her voice was kind of shaky when she said it, so I asked, "Is
something the matter?"
"Yeah -- my life is the matter. It sucks! My job sucks, and I sit around
the house and brood at night. Friday night was the first time I was
out with a guy since that asshole in Big Bear."
"Would you like me to call Jay and give him your number?"
"Uhh, no, not yet."
"But it'll give you someone to talk to."
"Can't I talk to you?"
I decided to lighten things up a bit, so I said, "Of course you can,
but you need a real guy, not some high-school kid who wants to jump
your bones."
I heard her chuckle to herself; then she said, "AHA! So that's the
reason you swept me onto your shiny steed, whisked me off to the
ocean, and plied me with cappuccinos. Your evil plan, you cad, was to
break down my resistance, then have your way with me."
"Yup."
"So, what happened?"
"Well, I was going to take you to my palatial sex den. But then I
remembered that my bill at Motel Six was past due, so I took you
home."
"Thus, my virtue was safe for another day?"
"Apparently so, but obviously you were curious."
"Curious? Curious about what?"
"Isn't that the reason you sent an emissary over to my place? You
wanted to find out if I was, uhh, up to the task?"
She laughed out loud this time; then she quipped, "Well, judging from
the smile on my emissary's face, I guess you did okay."
We talked for a while longer. By the time we hung up, she seemed to be
in a better mood, and I certainly was. It was pleasant talking with
her. I was pretty sure that once she got her life in order, she would
be fun to be with. Then I thought again about how she looked, lying
naked on her bed, and I wondered what it would be like to make love to
her, instead of her sister --
I hit the schoolbooks until around five, then got on the exercise
machine. I was working out when Erin came out to my room. She had just
got back from Kelly's, and when I asked her what they talked about,
she just shrugged. She looked a little annoyed, so I guessed that
Kelly was still being quiet about what went on between us. Erin told
me that Mom was lying down, but if I was hungry, she would fix the
last of the chili. I said fine, and I followed her into the house. We
were setting the table when I heard a voice from Mom's bedroom. It
sounded like she was arguing with someone on the telephone. Then there
was silence, and a minute later, she came into the kitchen. I asked if
there was something wrong, and she just shook her head.
Dad and Amy got home just before dark. Dad explained that Alec's
remains had been picked up, and according to his father's wishes, he
was to be cremated. He said that he had asked Amy if she was okay with
that, and she had agreed. They had visited her mother, and according
to Dad, Amy was right about her biological mom. She didn't recognize
her daughter, and she was barely able to talk. So they didn't tell her
about her son's passing. Dad asked Amy if she wanted a service for her
brother, and said that he would contact a local church. She said not
to bother. Being with her present family was all she needed, but when
they released her brother's ashes, she would like to put them at a
local cemetery. Dad said they would look into it tomorrow.
We all sat together and watched TV for a while. Then Dad went to the
dining room table and began going through last week's mail. Suddenly,
he said, "Beth, look!" Mom went over and stared, wide-eyed, at the
papers he held. Then Dad slid his arm around her and pulled her to
him.
After a minute, she turned to us and announced, "The insurance company
has authorized payment for my operation."
I watched them together. Dad was sitting; Mom was standing beside him.
She leaned her head on top of his and they stayed that way for a
while. I wondered what they were thinking about.
Around ten, first Erin, then Amy said goodnight and went to their
rooms. A few minutes afterward, I did, too. Later, I was in bed,
reading a motorcycle magazine, when there was a tap on the door. I
said, "Come in," and Amy stuck her head in.
"I saw your light was on. Can I come in?"
I answered, "Of course," as I patted a place on the bed. She was in
pajamas and a robe, but she still looked both sexy and sweet to me
while she came in and sat next to me. She was quiet for a minute; then
she said, "I love your family."
"You mean 'our' family, don't you?"
She blinked a couple of times, then smiled, "Yes, I guess I do. I wish
I could tell you what it's like, having a family like this again. You
and Erin are very lucky."
"I know we are, and we all love having you with us."
"I know you do. I feel it every day. My family was almost like this
once. My dad was great. When we were young, my brother always needed a
lot more attention and care than I did, but Dad always made time for
me. But Alec overwhelmed both him and Mom. Especially Mom. You saw how
big he is, but she used to hold him in her lap and rock him back and
forth. She did it even when he got bigger than she is. When Dad died,
it was too much for her, and she shut down completely. If you and your
family hadn't come along, I don't know what I would have done."
She sat silently for a minute. Then I said, "Do you want to crawl in
with me for a while?"
Amy nodded, then quickly stood up and dropped her robe. But when she
pulled my covers back, she stopped and stared at me. "I umm, didn't
know you slept naked. Could you like uhh, pull the sheet over you?"
"Sure." I pulled the sheet up over my waist, and she slid in on top of
the sheet, with her back towards me. I pulled the blanket over us,
wrapped her in my arms, and she snuggled tightly against me. The last
time I held her like this was when I first moved to the garage. That
night, I fell asleep with her in my arms, but tonight I was
wide-awake. It was wonderful holding her like this, and before long,
my mind began to wander. I thought of the first time we made love. It
was at the lake, and the sight of a group of kids having a sex party
turned us both on.
Then I remembered what happened because of that night, and I wondered
what my life would be like if she'd had the baby. Then I thought of
the night we had sex behind the restaurant in Las Vegas. I had been
with other girls, but making love with Amy was different. There's a
tenderness about her unlike any other girl I've been with. On each
occasion, it was more than just sex. I felt as though we were actually
making love.
I was so deep in thought I didn't feel her move until she turned
toward me. She was still in my arms and our faces were so close I
could feel her breath on me. When our lips met, she trembled, and she
molded her body against me. As the kiss grew more passionate, I felt
myself get hard, and I began rubbing myself against her. After a
minute, she moved away from me, reached down, and through the thin
sheet, she took hold of my cock and held it for a second. I was
instantly rock-hard, and my erection pulsated in her hand.
Suddenly, she threw the covers off and jumped up. She whispered,
"Pete, I -- I can't," before she grabbed her robe and flew out the door.
I lay there thinking about her for a long time. How exactly did I feel
about her? I remember how bummed I was when she started seeing the
tennis guy, and how bad I felt when she went off with that guy in Las
Vegas. How am I going to feel when she really starts seeing someone?
What if she falls in love and gets married?! The last thought I could
remember before I went to sleep, was that girls were an awful lot of
bother.

* * * * *

Amy was still in her room when I left for school. Dad said that they
were going to see about a site for her brother's ashes today. So, when
I got to school, I told the attendance office about it.
I took care of what I promised Marla at lunch. Just as I suspected,
the guys who had been chasing her came up to me and complained that I
stole her from them. So, loudly enough that all the people around us
could hear me, I started deriding them about picking the wrong girl. I
said that Marie was gone and that Marla was her older sister. Then I
told them that she was a law student, and what they did might be
considered attempted rape, and if she ever found out who they were,
they might find themselves in court, if not behind bars. Immediately,
the other kids started teasing them, and I noticed that several of the
girls seemed to be pissed off at them.
Bill usually ate with Tess, but today he came over and sat with me.
When I asked him how he and Tess were getting along, he got a strange
look on his face, and he said, "Uhh, okay I guess."
"Have you asked her to go steady yet?"
"Yeah, she said she wasn't ready. But I don't think she's seeing
anyone else. Actually, she's not in school today. She went with Amy
and your folks, to do some stuff about Amy's brother."
"You're not seeing anyone else, are you?"
"Naah, I haven't been with a girl since that weekend with Mrs.
Gilroy."
"Wow, that's a long time. Well, be careful with Tess. She's a sweet
girl. I don't know if she's ever been with a guy."
"I will. I won't push things unless she brings it up. We were parked
the other night, and I started touching her. She didn't stop me; she
just sat quietly and looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers.
Suddenly, I felt like a total asshole, but when I tried to apologize,
she stopped me and said, 'It's okay; I understand; but I'm just not
ready'. That made me feel even worse."
I laughed, and said, "Yeah, girls can be confusing sometimes."

* * * * *

My last class was held over, so I didn't get to work on time. When I
walked in, I noticed a new guy working on one of Jay's dad's planes,
and when I went to my locker, there was a note asking me to go to the
office. The shop foreman, Frank, was doing some paperwork, so he
didn't notice me right away. When I got his attention and asked him
about the note, he said that he was told to let me go.
When I asked why, a disgusted look came over his face and he shook his
head. He said, "Pete, this wasn't my idea. I think letting you go is a
mistake. You're my best worker, part-time OR full-time. You've got a
damn good work ethic; you listen to what the pilots tell you, and you
do things right the first time." Then he leaned close to me and told
me that the owner had given my job to his son-in-law.
I had never been fired before, so I was pretty much in shock as I
drove home. The job didn't pay that well, but it gave me enough that I
could get by. And I wondered what Dad would say.
When I got home, Mom's car and Dad's truck were both gone, but I could
hear Amy in her room talking on the phone. When I heard her hang up, I
stuck my head in and asked about Mom and Dad.
"Mom went to Kate's; I don't know where Dad went."
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, I guess. Alec's dying was kind of painful, but not really
surprising. I've been expecting it for a while, ever since the nursing
home told me it was going to happen."
"Did you get your cemetery stuff handled?"
"Yes, his urn will be ready next Monday. We got a nice spot for him
picked out at the cemetery."
"That's good. Are you, uhh, going to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah, my math teacher wants me to help her grade some papers. I was
supposed to do it today."
"Don't you have enough things to do, with your business and all?"
"Yes, I do. Ben and I have been talking about that. He has some ideas
about how to lighten my load."
"That reminds me. How is Kate doing?"
	"I think the baby is due any day now. Why don't you call her?"
"I will. I'll do it tonight."
Not long after that, I heard Dad's truck drive up. I decided I'd get
the bad news out of the way, so as soon as he came in, I went to him
and told him I got fired. I guess I looked worried, because when I
told him what happened, he laughed, put his arm around me and said,
"Don't worry. I'm sure something else will come up."
"Gee, uhh, thanks. But why aren't you upset?"
"Well, for a couple of reasons. First, it was the look on your face.
You looked like it was the end of the world. And second, because I got
some interesting news today."
"What kind of news?"
"It was something surprising. I'll tell you about it later."
Just then, the phone rang. Dad picked it up and said a few words; then
he handed it to me and said, "It's Mom."
Mom said that she was at Kate's and asked me if I would mind coming
over right away. They needed some stuff brought in from the garage,
and Ben wasn't there. I told them I'd be right there. I found the
boxes just where Mom said they'd be.
As I drove over, I thought about how quickly I was able to schlep this
stuff over to Ben and Kate's. It occurred to me that I was only able
to help them as soon as Mom called because I'd been fired. I decided
that it was nice to be able to help Kate and Ben, but I'd rather have
a job.
After I parked the car and got out, I was shocked at how Kate looked.
She was wearing a sweat outfit, and her belly was so big there was a
space between the top and her pants. I guess I was staring, because
both Mom and Kate started laughing at me. Kate took my hand, lifted
her top a little and put it on her bare belly. When I asked why, she
said, "Wait."
Suddenly, there was a bump from inside her and I jerked my hand away.
Both Mom and Kate broke up laughing again. Once she'd caught her
breath, Kate giggled, "That's little Mike in there, saying hello."
"Little Mike?"
"Yup. Michael Sanders. It was Ben's grandfather's name."
I gingerly put my hand back on her swollen tummy, and sure enough, the
baby inside her kicked again and again. The awe I felt must have shown
on my face, because Mom and Kate looked at me and giggled. I decided
that I didn't mind, though, when they both hugged me. Finally, Mom
said, "C'mon, Son, help me in the garage. I have to go home and get
dinner started."
I followed her to the garage, took down some boxes from the rafters,
and brought them into the kitchen. The room had changed since I was
there last. Now, there was a large hutch and a bunch of shelves that
looked new. Kate said, "The carpenters finished this today. I'd like
to get it organized and surprise Ben when he gets back. I brought this
stuff from the ranch, but I never had a place to put it." She began
looking through the boxes. It was mostly cookbooks and kitchen stuff,
which she began putting on the shelves.
Mom said, "Pete, help her for a while, but be home at six for dinner."
Then she looked at Kate and asked her, "Are you sure you won't join
us?"
Kate answered, "Thank you, dear, but I want to work on this for a
while. Ben will be home in the morning, and I'd like it to be finished
for him."
Mom left, and I started moving the heavy boxes to where Kate could
easily get to them. The house grew quiet, except for the little noises
we made as we worked.
Kate looked at me oddly several times when she apparently thought I
wouldn't notice. Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me. I turned
toward her and asked, "What is it, Kate?"
She blushed, but didn't say anything for a minute. When she did speak,
she startled me. She asked me, "Do you mind being stuck here, helping
a fat lady?"
Now I was the one who didn't speak for a while. I was too busy staring
at her in surprise. "Fat lady? What fat lady? You're a beautiful,
sexy, intelligent, and warm-hearted woman, Kate. If your pregnancy has
done anything, it's made you more beautiful than ever. Ben is a really
lucky guy!"
Kate's eyes brimmed with tears, but she smiled at me. "Thank you, kind
sir. It is sweet of you to say that. I'll tell Bethykins that she's
done a fine job of teaching you good manners. You -- Ow!" She suddenly
gasped as a look of pain showed on her face; then she stopped talking
and leaned against the wall.
I asked, "What's the matter?"
"My back is killing me; I have to lie down."
I helped her to the couch in the living room, and she said, "Pete,
there's a bottle of analgesic cream on the night stand next to our
bed. Would you get it for me?"
I ran up to her bedroom and got the bottle. When I got back to the
living room, I stopped. She had taken off her top, and was lying face
down on the couch. I have always loved looking at Kate from behind.
Her skin is flawless. Kristen's was too, and I used to compare the two
of them in my mind. Kristen's skin had a golden hue. Kate's is creamy
white. Her sweat pants were kind of low, and barely covered where her
butt cheeks started to rise. My head was suddenly filled with pictures
of the times I had seen her naked, and I could feel myself getting
hard. I guess I was gawking, because she turned her head toward me and
said, "C'mon, quit staring. You've seen me this way plenty of times.
Would you please put some of that cream on me and rub my back?"
I poured some cream on my hands, and rubbed them together to warm it.
Then I began massaging her back. Gently at first, then up toward her
shoulders, where she was tight as a drum. I started working on the
kinks, and she began moaning with pleasure.
That did it! I couldn't help myself; I immediately developed a raging
hard-on! I was kind of embarrassed by my reaction; Kate had just asked
me to massage her, not make out with her. I closed my eyes and shook
my head to clear it of the picture of Kate's lovely body. That turned
out to be a mistake. I lost my balance, slipped slightly and fell
against her. My bulging cock was jammed into her side, and when I
pushed myself back, she sat up and faced me.
She had a surprised look on her face, but then it changed to one I had
seen before. It was the look of lust! And she reached for me and began
to undo my belt.
Stunned, I managed to squeak out, "Aunt Kate! Wha --!"
Suddenly, she dropped her hands and stared at the floor.
I knelt in front of her and she put her arms around my neck. We stayed
that way for a minute; then she said, "I'm sorry, my dear. I've never
been able to be this close to you without wanting you."
I didn't answer with words; I just put my arms around her, and we held
each other.
I couldn't think of anything to break the ice, but Kate did. She said,
"Thank you, Pete." I wondered if she was referring to my coming over
to help her, but she quickly clued me in. "I didn't show much during
the first half of my pregnancy, but I sure made up for that during the
last four months! Lately, I've felt like a beached whale, and figured
no-one would find me sexy, ever again. So, I thought you were just
being nice when you said I still looked good. I mean, I haven't even
been able to see my own toes for weeks, and - "
I gently touched Kate's lips to silence her, then pulled back and
looked at her. Her gorgeous breasts were fuller than ever, and her
nipples and areola were a rich dark brown. Starting under her breasts,
her belly began to push out. I bent and kissed both her breasts, and I
lay my head against her belly. I could feel movement, and hear little
gurgling noises. I tried to picture a whole little person living in
there.
        Finally, I again found my voice. "Kate, I said that you were
more beautiful than ever, and I meant it. Somehow, the baby growing
inside you has made you even more desirable than before."
She shuddered slightly when I mentioned Little Mike; then she pulled
me up so she could look at me, and she said, "Pete, this baby is --"
Suddenly the phone alongside the couch started ringing, and we both
jumped and stared at it. Kate shook her head and said, "I have to
answer it. Ben was supposed to call."
She picked it up, and I soon noticed a look of disappointment on her
face. After she talked for a little bit, she looked at me and said,
"It's for you."
It was Marla, and she was talking excitedly. "I called you at work,
and they said you weren't there anymore, so I called you at home.
Finally, I called Erin and she gave me this number. Pete! I got the
job! Tammy hired me. I start tomorrow, and I --."
She was talking so fast it was difficult to understand her. Besides,
Kate was watching me watch her. She was putting the top of her sweat
outfit back on. She pulled it over her head and when it got to her
tits, she stopped for a second and caressed them before she pulled it
all the way down. I think my heart skipped a beat when she did that!
I interrupted Marla and said, "You caught me in the middle of
something. I'll call you when I get home." When I hung up and looked
at Kate, she started chewing her lower lip.
I reached for her, but she put her hands against my chest to stop me,
and whispered, "Please, Pete, listen to me for a minute. I've never
been able to keep my hands off of you for very long, and I really,
really want to make love to you right now. Besides that, I haven't
felt very pretty recently, and I'm almost giddy from knowing that such
a handsome young man still finds me attractive. So, I hope you'll
forgive me, but we can't go any farther. We just can't. It's not fair
to Ben."
I was more than a little frustrated, and my cock was still making a
tent in my pants. But I knew she was right, so I reached down and
'arranged' myself until I was more comfortable. Then I sighed and
said, "You started to say something about the baby."
She darted her eyes at me; then she seemed to quiver as she stammered,
"I, uhh, was umm, only going to say that the baby would be along in a
week or so."
As I watched her sitting there, she seemed to change. For a second,
she seemed confused, or maybe sad, but she snapped out of it, and
said, "It's after six. You'd better go."
She held my hand and smiled as she walked me to the door. But, when I
tried to kiss her goodbye, she turned her head and said, "Goodbye,
dear." Her face looked wistful as I drove off.
That erection stayed with me until I was more than halfway home.
I got home just as everyone was sitting down, and after a quiet meal,
I went to my room. There were several messages. The first one was from
Nell, saying that she was going to be out of town for a week, and
would call when she got back. There were several hang-ups, then a
message from Jay, the Harley rider from the airfield. He said he heard
that I got fired and asked if there was something he could do; then he
asked about Marla, and left his phone number. The final two calls were
from Marla.
I called Jay first. When I told him about the boss's son-in-law, he
said he might be able to find something for me at his dad's place.
Then we talked about Marla, and he said he was still interested. I
told him I would ask her again.
Right after that, I called Marla. She said that she was starting work
tomorrow at the store in Beverly Hills. Tammy wanted her to learn what
went on there. Then, as soon as the La Jolla store got close to
opening, they would send her there to drum up business.
It was great to hear the enthusiasm in her voice. In the time I had
known her, she had always been kind of subdued, but she was obviously
excited about her future. I mentioned that I had talked with Jay, and
asked her what she thought. Her reply was surprising.
She said, "Tell Jay I appreciate his interest, and that I'll keep him
in mind. But tell him that I have my eye on a young guy who's been
very kind to me lately. And I'm waiting for him to ask me out."
It took me a second to figure out what she meant by that. Then I said,
"Marla, Jay is a wealthy guy with all the right connections. He can
take you places I couldn't dream of."
"Does that mean you're turning me down?" Maybe it was my imagination,
but there seemed to be a little disappointment in her voice.
"No, of course not. It just means that you can do a lot better."
"I'm not interested in doing a lot better. Are you going to ask me out
or not?" This time, there was no disappointment in her tone.
In fact, I could hear the smile in her voice when she said it, and I
really did want to date her. So, I answered, "Uhh, Ms. Rand, would you
do me the honor of going out with me next weekend?"
"Well, Mr. Baker, let me check my busy schedule. Hmm, it seems that I
might be able to squeeze you in."
We joked for a while longer, and when I hung up, I began thinking
about her as a possible steady girlfriend. She's about the same age as
Tammy, but they seem worlds apart. Tammy has been through much worse
things than Marla has, but she's been able to bounce back, and she
seems much older and more mature. Marla has always been depressed, but
it looks like her life might be changing, and I wondered what she'll
be like if it does.

* * * * *

The rest of the week went by normally. Amy returned to her busy self,
and with Mom and Dad back, the house was warm again. Marla called
every night to tell me what went on at WE, and I began to look forward
even more to my date with her. Granted, we had previously spent some
time together. However, this would be our first planned-ahead-of-time,
official date, and it's always different to go out on a date with
someone new.
I never expected it to be quite as different as it turned out to be --

To be continued --

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