We looked and we looked for a suitable candidate. There were too many people we knew already who fell into one of two categories: In a happy relationship and not interested in anything else; or singles on the prowl looking for a spouse or long-term lover. We needed someone who wouldn’t be satisfied with a one-night stand, who wanted to be a part of our family and who maybe already had children close to our kid’s age. A family person. Employees and clients were out.
A whole month went by without even approaching anyone, mostly because we weren’t sure how to do that. A man doesn’t just walk up to a woman and say something like, “Would you like to fuck me and my wife.” We started reading everything we could get our hands on, both fiction and non-fiction.
Near the middle of June, my mom, who was still teaching in a school about two hundred miles away, called me. She didn’t know how to email and didn’t want to learn. She didn’t even have a cell phone yet, which meant she always called from her landline. I purchased and installed an answering machine because she was so busy, that I seldom found her home.
“Mary told me Charlotte’s in trouble. Her husband beats her and sometimes the kids. Can you help?”
“I’ll see what I can do. Give me her info and I’ll call her. I need to talk with Anne first.”
I’m still not sure why mom called me. Char had four other siblings in that area. Sometimes I think my mom saw things no one else did. As a teacher, the kids often said he had eyes in the back of her head. That came from knowing the children and having taught for so long. I knew we’d never talk about the subject but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that deep down Char and I loved each other.
Even though the experts don’t recommend discussing such deep subjects after sex, we always found that is the best time. After we made wild passionate love that night, I told her about my mom’s phone call. Then I told her about my experience with Charlotte at the funeral.
“You perv,” she said as she hit me on the chest. I often pretended to flinch when she did that, but tonight it hurt enough I did say ouch.
“Let me ask one question. If there hadn’t been so many people around, would you have screwed her that day given the opportunity?”
“Truthfully, I don’t know. If she wasn’t my cousin, certainly. Even though she is, I might have.”
There is a certain look, tone of voice and posture Anne uses when she’s at her most vulnerable and needy, usually when we’re naked in bed, stripped of our daily veneers and pretenses. She plants her left nipple right on top of mine so we’re as close as we can be, having a pure heart-to-heart talk. This is us in the raw, where we’re both fully submitted and committed to each other. Nothing rests between us but skin, fat, muscle and bone. And maybe a few hairs on my chest.
“That would work for you, but not for me,” I said. After a long pause, she responded.
“I’m sure you’re having trouble figuring how why I want another woman rather than another man. Please follow what I’m saying here. Sometimes I goof around when you ask me why I love you. This is the deep reason.
“When I get all upset and agitated, I know I can come to you. Even the first time we sat together in class, I felt safe. I don’t usually allow men to touch me as I did at the creek that day. Don’t read too much into this, but maybe it’s because you’re a lot like my dad. That’s what my therapist told me once.
“I know you’ll wrap me up in your arms and hold me safe until everything’s okay. Sometimes, you’re almost too much for me. You’re so good to me, I want to share and that doesn’t go well with another man in the picture. I love you and trust that you won’t leave me behind. I don’t want to make love with another woman as much as I want to share all of your strength and love. I look around at the single women in our gym and I ask myself why they can’t find a man as good as you. I finally decided it is because there are few men out there as good and as strong as you.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she talked and mine got wet too.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I’ll say it again and again if you want.”
“And the fact Charlotte is my cousin?”
“We’ll play the situation by ear. If it happens, it happens. We won’t push too hard. With modern birth control, there shouldn’t be a problem.”
Stop for a few seconds and think back to our early days. This highly jealous woman who hated when I looked at another woman had turned into a wife who wanted to invite another woman into our bedroom. We got to this point only by talking honestly to each other. She later admitted she’d rather have me be with another woman whom she approved rather than get seduced by the many women who lusted after me, so there was an ulterior motive involved. Like many women, Anne liked to have the last word.
The following morning, we worked out a plan to get her here. During the day, I called and left a voicemail. Magosa Escort Several hours later, she called back.
“I do need help. Mostly, I need to put distance between us. Charles is in jail for assaulting me right now. I’ve got a restraining order on him, but those are worthless. Cops can’t watch me twenty-four-seven. I’m more concerned he’ll take out his frustration on the kids.” She had two, ages twelve and ten, almost twice the age of our two.
“We’ve certainly got plenty of room. You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”
“The sooner the better.”
“Okay, we’ll be there within three days, probably less than that. “
My sister was having problems with her first pregnancy and in her relationship with her husband. As often happens, the husband wants the kid until the wife gets pregnant, then he feels threatened because he’s not the center of attention. About six months on, he started cheating on her. Connie, my sister, was staying with our mom right now, which was the best place for her.
We left that night in our SUV. Both Anne and I are capable of napping for fifteen minutes to a half hour, especially in the car. We traded off every two hours and made the seventeen-hour drive by noon the second day. Across Montana, we often drove at ninety because that’s how fast the traffic went. She’d told me the address where she was staying.
When I first saw her, I almost cried. My beautiful Charlotte looked like shit, which I wisely didn’t say. Her right arm was in a cast and a sling. Her lips had been split open in three places. Charles, her husband, blacked both her eyes this past week. She had to be fifty pounds overweight and certainly malnourished at the same time. Everything she and her kids had worth taking fit in a ten-foot U-Haul.
Anne decided she’d drive the kids while I carried Char with me in the truck which gave us time to talk. We towed her car behind us on a small trailer. Char had a friend haul everything else to the landfill or donate it to charity. Her self-esteem was in bad shape, so we worked on that. From personal knowledge, Anne knew how to boost that. Sometimes Anne and I switched which vehicle we drove which gave them time to talk.
The top speed for a U-Haul is supposedly fifty-five and the truck had a governor that kicked in at sixty-two. We didn’t try to push the drive, taking two nights with long overnight stays for rest. Anne and I took one room while Charlotte and her kids took the second. Both had two beds. She and the kids had never seen Yellowstone or the Grant Tetons, so we took the long route.
During our first day together, I asked her. “That day in the garage. Did you say, ‘I love you?'” A glance showed her face was white and slowly turned red.”
“Yes,” she said in a low voice. “Stupid wasn’t it, being cousins and everything. You just do something for me that no one else ever has. That’s why I asked for you. We’ve got unfinished business.”
That was the end of our conversation about that subject because she refused to talk about things like that again. But she talked to Anne.
“Char told me about what you asked her. I followed up because she wanted to make sure I didn’t mind. I asked her if you hadn’t had so many other people around and if she would have screwed you. Not quite in those words, but that was the point. She said yes, right away. No hesitation. I think she needs a man like you.
“She had two children fifteen months apart before she had her tubes tied. That’s what’s pissing him off. He wants total control over her.” All I thought was “ouch.” Even after the doctor gave her clearance to have sex again, Anne remained tender after birth for a long time.
We both wanted more kids too, but after Anne’s problems with the first two, we decided to tie off her tubes too. That meant I didn’t need to use condoms if she proved clean. Provided we had sex. No givens, no expectations.
We continued to play it by ear with most of the work done by Anne. We put her on our company’s payroll as a janitor and used her mostly in our house, so she got our medical and retirement benefits. That helped tremendously because we didn’t need to pay for the cleaning and childcare at cost plus the provider profits. Plus, Char learned to cook from my grandma who made great food. We made sure everything healed properly. Anne’s people designed a decent diet and exercise program for her.
As we worked together, she told us some of the things he did, including fucking her ass without lube, using a wooden bat to fuck her pussy and her ass, and how he used to beat her in locations not easily seen.
“I’m good at cleaning things,” she said. “I’ve got a two-year degree in nursing, but the license lapsed.” We let her take over our childcare program after she healed.
Four months later, Charles got released because of prison overcrowding, so one of us always went to pick up the kids or drop them off at school. Took us longer to get to Kıbrıs Escort where our car was parked than to drive to the school.
We planned to put bunk beds in one of the extra apartments and let James, the boy, sleep on the couch in the apartment. Our kids said we didn’t need to. We had worried that the age difference might create problems, instead, it made life easier because there was no competition among them. Sarah slept on a bunk bed in Shannon’s bedroom and James slept on a bunk bed in Doug’s room. Our children adopted her kids like brothers and sisters. That still left us an open bedroom for visitors.
Both of us are high-level belts in Taekwondo. When the owner of the studio near us decided to retire, we used some of our money in exchange for part ownership to allow a Korean man to purchase the building and business. He reminded us of Mr. Miyagi in the old Karate Kid movies. A different strain of martial arts, but still based on discipline and control. Doing Taekwondo helped Anne learn to exercise better self-control.
I showed the kids how to escape when held hostage just in case, giving them certain code words for them to act in certain ways.
I hadn’t realized this twelve years ago, but Mary, Charlotte’s mother, was about one-eighth Vietnamese which became more obvious in Charlotte as she grew older. Since she retained her married name, we never told anyone she was my cousin except my mom and my sister who already knew. None of my other relatives ever visited. After I grew a beard to subdue the long German nose and jutting chin, we didn’t look anything alike.
Around the six-month mark, Charles showed up at school. He’d already grabbed Sarah when I got there, holding her with a knife to her throat. James had scampered to safety.
I stopped my car right in the bus zone because no one was moving anyway. As I walked slowly toward Charles someone shouted, “Cops already called.” Sirens in the distance confirmed that. I started saying normal things like “you don’t want to hurt your daughter,” and “let’s settle this peacefully.” I kept moving so slowly he didn’t know I was moving.
“Sarah, remember when we talked about how to trim roses? Now’s the time.” She stomped her angled heel on her father’s foot which forced him to let go, but he still held onto the knife. She dropped to the ground and rolled to his right side which would require an awkward turn to reach her. Before he recovered, I kicked him in the balls, which made him drop the knife. I had him on the sidewalk, face down when the cops appeared.
As per usual practice, they put both of us in handcuffs. We were fortunate because both cops who primarily answered the call worked out in our gym, plus the assistant district attorney assigned to the case did too. Charles was wanted on multiple assault warrants in North Dakota, so they shipped him off within two days. The feds got into the act and took over because it was an attempted kidnapping. He got sentenced to federal prison for ten years.
I refused all comments and let our lawyer handle everything. A few people shot videos on their phones, but the feds took that.
That night, Char wanted a back rub, appearing in our bedroom with nothing on but a robe. She’d already lost half of her forty-five pounds of excess weight and toned up considerably.
“Anne says you’re a miracle worker with your hands. I got so tense when you told me what happened today, that I can’t sleep.”
She lay out on the bed before she pulled her thick robe down to her lower back. Using lotion, I began working from the side of her lower back, pressing the muscles with long strokes as I figured out the kinks, going back to work on them periodically.
Without prompting, she pushed the robe off in complete surrender. Anne and I had talked about this moment incessantly. From her spot near the door, she walked over to stroke Char’s ass cheeks. Her hands trembled with excitement. She pushed the cheeks apart with her hands, tracing the seam with her fingers.
“I’m turning over,” Char said unexpectedly.
Both of us stood there in awe, my wife more than me. For the first time, Anne was looking at another woman naked, ready for sex. Her smell enticed Anne as all pretexts disappeared. Anne lowered her face for the first time in another woman’s sex, drawing large breaths, licking lustily at her pussy.
“Is this okay for Anne to make love to you?” I said.
“Oh, yes. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve wanted that for so long.”
“I hoped you’d say that,” Anne said. My heart pounded as I watched them, my cock so hard it hurt. She slurped as she worked up and down with Char’s hips rocking in return.
To her breasts I went, licking and sucking on one while I thumbed the other, moving back and forth, as we built up her excitement. I loved seeing my wife give someone else pleasure as Char rolled her hips against my wife’s face. I loved seeing Char writhe in pleasure, not in pain.
I Lefkoşa Escort leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Cum for us, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for us.”
The signs multiplied as her right hand pushed Anne’s head into her pussy harder while her left clenched the duvet to relieve the tension. She lay there raw and exposed as never before as the last barrier fell with a shriek before she stilled.
“I’m ready to get fucked like I wanted us to do years ago,” Char breathed as she lay there satiated with her eyes closed. “Just go slow.”
Anne laid down next to my cousin, kissing her lips, her face and down to her breasts as I fisted my cock, running it up and down between her lower lips, a double attack.
“In, damn you, inside me. Now,” Char demanded. I worked slowly inside.
“You’re so tight, girl,” I said. “Feels so good.”
I worked slowly until I felt her walls loosening before I picked up speed. Char wasn’t all that much taller than Anne but was much bigger inside her pussy. I set up a steady rhythm which I’ve learned is the key to elongated sex. Women generally don’t cum as fast as men. They move upward in stages. Mostly I loved watching my wife work on Char’s breasts because she seemed happy and contented like no worries existed.
The needs building inside me continued to grow as I worked on her insides with my shaft. Anne reached down to feel me pumping in and out, lingering on Char’s clit from time to time.
My speed increased, and my thrusts sank harder and deeper. Char wrapped her legs around my hips to keep me inside longer. I started to lose control as the thrusts got erratic.
“Grwwl,” I said with one last thump of my hips hitting her ass cheeks we all came before we collapsed in a heap.
We didn’t have sex often, probably once a week. “You guys need your alone time. I’m sure it’s tough to find time with your busy schedules,” she said.”
She shied away from anal, which was fine. During this time, she did the work to get registered as a nurse in our state and the state across the river, joining a temp nursing agency. From time to time, she talked about her moving out on her own, but then she needed her cousin and his wife too much.
About a year after we first made love, she came home from a shift one day completely beaming.
“I got asked out on a date today and I said yes,” she said. We showered her with questions as soon as we could.
“I’ve been working at a care center this week. One of my favorite older women had a grandson visiting her.”
From the look on her face, I could tell this guy was special. “Anne, the guy was Gage from the HVAC company who sometimes works here.” I had seen him among the crew who built our house a few times but never talked with him. Anne had. Her eyes lit up and that glowing smile crossed her face.
“You’ve got my approval. Might try a lunch or coffee date first,” Anne said. “Less commitment to start.”
There is a coffee shop a few blocks from our gym. She set up a coffee date in the morning a week later. We “managed” to be in the place. I preferred colder drinks, but they had a line of juices too.
We all approved. Except he was much better looking, Gage and I could almost be body twins. I kidded Char about that a few times to which she responded either by blowing me a raspberry or flipping me the bird. I laughed because I felt good that she got her old sass back.
Char laid out her history, except that we were cousins. Gage didn’t flinch, she said, although he was prone to say things unexpectedly out of the blue.
“He’s so good. He reminds me of you,” she told me one day as we fixed a BBQ to which he was invited later. All four kids liked him too and he liked them back.
We agreed. Gage was a great guy, two years older than Char and still single. At this point, the years meant nothing. After the BBQ, we sat in a semi-circle on chairs in our backyard, just shooting the BS, and getting to know each other better.
“I wondered the other day,” Gage said, “whether it bothers you and Charlotte that you’re cousins and have sex?”
The only sounds came from the crickets and the birds in the nearby trees. I managed to start breathing while waiting until he continued.
“Let me tell you a story. I’m adopted. My parents both died when I was two and I was adopted out by a family in another state. Because of that, I’ve always had a keen interest in genealogy. When I started hanging out with Char, I did all your genealogy. I brought a copy for you tonight.
“One thing I discovered is that one spring when I was in college, I fell hard for this woman I met at the beach. We fucked our brains out that week. When I started doing genealogy, I discovered she is my sister.
“I finally got the courage to go see her last winter when I took my vacation to Southern California. Like me, she’s interested in genealogy, so she’d realized we were siblings. Both sets of adoptive parents didn’t recognize that we were related and still didn’t know. She’s married now so we didn’t screw again. But we both said we would if the time came right.
“For that reason, I don’t object to what you guys do. I’m hoping my relationship with Char turns into something more. If it does, you guys can continue for all I care.”