Thicker Than Blood: Part Two

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The room was nicely appointed. “So is the baby asleep finally,” said Ronald? “Yes, she always sleeps after she suckles, and now we can relax a little,” said Stacey. They were sitting on the couch in his place and cuddling. He let his hand slip down the front of her dress and gently massage one of her swollen breasts. She turned to him and kissed him lightly. “I love you, Ron, I really do,” said Stacey. “And, I love you,” he said. Her hand began exploring the front of his Dockers. “Hmm, seems like somebody is turned on,” she said. Her words energized his attentions. He began feeling her up more purposefully. Her breasts, her belly, her butt, her pussy all through her clothes. But then the clothes were on the floor, and his hand invaded the crease between her buttocks. He found her anus and invaded that. Pulling his hand away he licked his fingers. “Sweet,” he said. She giggled. “You always say that,” she said. “And it’s always sweet,” he said. “Then get on your knees and do me right,” she said. She turned on the couch so that her butt was pushed outward and back. He took his place between her legs and spread her cheeks. He began lapping at her crease and her anus with unabashed passion. While doing his duty, he slid two fingers into her secret place and massaged her there. She rolled away from his ministrations and lay supine and open and vulnerable to him on the couch. He stood looming above her. He pushed his cock inside of her, slowly but inexorably. Bottoming out, he paused. “Don’t dally, Ron, fuck me,” she commanded. He began the pushing and pulling rhythm they most liked when he did her, and soon she was pushing back at him trying to get all of his eight-inch penis inside of her. Their grunting and wheezing and growling went on for many minutes. She felt herself stiffening and began writhing and squirming as a typhoon of orgasms overwhelmed her. He collapsed on top of her. “Roll off of me big boy. I need to breathe,” she said. The two of them lay inert for some minutes. “God, how I wish my husband could do that to me,” she said. “He’s just so . . .” “Inept?” he said, finishing her thought. “I guess,” she said. CHAPTER FIVE 1990 It had been raining for hours. Mom and dad were due at three o’clock, it was seven o’clock according to the kitchen wall clock. “Honey, you better call. They might have stayed home on account of the storm,” said Stacey. I’d been worrying and pacing for some little time. Dad’s eyes weren’t the best. He hated driving at night. And driving at night in the rain! Not happening. “Yes, they might have, but if so they would have called. I mean dontcha think that they would have called?” I said. “Well, yes, but just call anyway. Maybe the phones lines have been down and in that case you’ll get some kind of electronic message when you try,” she said. What she said made sense. I made the call. ****** There’d been no answer to my four calls to the house of my parents, and there was no electronic message declaring any outages. Nor, had there been any contact with Ronald; and yes I called him after having failed to get hold of our parents. Of course, Ronald was surprised that mom and dad would even try to drive to our place, Stacey’s and mine, when the weather was so bad. “But then I did get a call, and it was from Ronald. After I’d called him; he’d called a policeman friend of his. The policeman had checked for a car with the plate number that matched mom and dad’s. Ronald having sold them the car did have the car’s info and plate number. The policeman had found the car, or actually found out about the car. It had skidded out and into an oncoming semi. Mom and dad Carter were gone. The sickness, the emotional sickness, that overcame the clan Carter on that day was not to be equaled. ****** The funeral was a somber affair as such things always were. Ronald gave the eulogy; he did a good job though he did break into sobs more than once. Hell, I could relate; I was doing the same in my pew. Stacey for her part was stoic, but ultimately sad; we all were. And, then there was morning and evening of the next day and life went on. CHAPTER SIX 2001 I was impatient for the lady to call me. The school was small, but that’s what we, Stacey and I, were looking for in a high school. No public school for our baby, well she wasn’t exactly a baby anymore, she was thirteen, gonna be fourteen soon. “Mister Carter?” she called. I rose from the waiting room seat I’d been occupying and went over to her. She handed me the papers: Jenna’s class schedule and a short list of other things we had to get taken care of: the standard health clearance and the transcript from her junior high. “Thanks,” I said, “when do these have to be in by if I may ask?” “You should get them in as soon as possible,” she said, “no later than the end of the month though.” “Okay, noted. And thanks,” I said. She nodded and looked to call the next parent waiting to get his or her kid admitted to Victorino Charter School. It was still fairly early in the day, a little after 3:00PM. Stacey would still be shopping. She had Jenna with her. Well, school supplies were something of a personal thing with a lot of students Jenna among them. I decided to drop by the Spur and have a beer, maybe two. “Whatcha have, Mister Carter?” said my good bud Hammond Greely, head barkeep at the establishment. “Just a Lite,” I said, “got a little time to kill.” The place was sparsely populated at that hour. It figured to get significantly more so after rush hour. I was surprised to see a Marianne Woodley come in. I’d gotten the afternoon off to take care of getting Jenna enrolled at the high school, but Marianne surely had to be on duty; she never missed a day that I could recall. I waved her over. “Hi Girl, Whaddya doin’ here; the boss needs you,” I said, dead panning. “Yeah, I had to take some personal time. Hubby dumped me. It seems he needs someone with a younger point of view to help get him through şişli escort the daily grind: significantly younger actually, like twenty years younger,” she said. “Oh my God,” I said. “I am so sorry, Marianne. That’s awful.” “Thanks. It happens. Happens to a lot of people. Just another statistic in the long and unmourned history of failed domestic relationships.” I nodded. I didn’t know what to say to her. I didn’t know what her husband could have been thinking: Marianne was a winner: pretty, pleasant to be around, intelligent the list of positive qualities was long. “If there is anything I can do, just say the word,” I said finally. Her turn to nod. “Again, thanks David,” she said. “So what are you thinking of doing? I mean in relation to him?” I said. “I guess, trying to get some alimony. Maybe the house too. I’m kind of numb right now. Not sure which way to turn,” she said. “You turn to your friends, and I’m one of those. But, if you can’t get enough alimony, and what all, can you survive on what you’re making at Ferguson?” I said. “Barely. I’d probably have to get a second job,” she said. “I might be able to help you there, Marianne. My brother has businesses. He’d likely be able to help you out. I’ll ask him about it. Okay?” I said. “Really?” she said. The hope in her voice was palpable. “Yes, really. I mean I will have to ask him, but I will do that much,” I said. “Thanks a bunch, Davey, I really mean it. Things are pretty dicey for me right now, and I could use the help, a better job,” she said. ****** “He came to me yesterday,” he said. “Who? You mean David?” said Stacey. “Yes, he asked about a job,” said Ronald. “A job? He wants to quit Ferguson and work for you? My David?” she said. “No, no, no, no, he asked for somebody else. Seems his coworker is in tough and needs a better paying job,” he said. “What kind of job?” she said. “He wasn’t too clear on that, but from what he told me about her qualifications, probably office manager for one of my dealerships,” he said. “Okay?” she said. “He’s never asked me for anything. And, with what we’re doing . . .” he said. “Yes, you mean he deserves to have us, you, look upon this as a mandate of sorts,” she said. “Yes, something like that,” he said. “Do you need an office manager?” she said. “I will have an opening next month when Martha Orson retires,” he said. But, I do have a few other candidates for the job, well qualified candidates.” “Hmm, so?” she said. “I don’t know. I guess I could meet with the woman and see whether or not she could handle the job. According to him she’s making twenty grand annual right now. If I hire her, her salary would jump to thirty-five grand,” he said. “Okay,” she said. “So what if you interview her and she needs a lot of training to do you any good.” “Hmm, that’s the deal. She really would have to hit the ground running in that particular job. The office manager of a new car dealership is a fast paced gig, and requires some serious management skills,” he said. She nodded thoughtfully. “Why don’t you hire her now, before Martha retires, and get Martha to be her trainer? Yes, her salary would be an added expense, but I think we need to throw David this particular bone all things considered,” she said. “Yes, that might work. At least she’d know what the ins and outs were before she would be thrown to the wolves—figuratively,” he said. “Yes, that’s what I’m going to do. Thanks.” ****** I was back at the Spur sitting at the bar, and I was bearing gifts. I saw her come in. She came directly to me. “Hi, David, how are you doing today,” she said. “Good, the baby keeps us busy at our house, but it’s all good,” I said. “You said you had some news?” she said. I had to smile; the look in her eyes was pure hope. “Yes, you’ve got the job. I mean if you want it,” I said. “But, my brother said you need to start next Monday for sure. You’ll be training with the one you’ll be replacing. Her name’s Martha, she’s retiring in a few weeks, and you’ll need to be up to speed before she goes. Sound okay with you?” “Sure, but . . .” “You mean leaving with almost no notice. I mean leaving Ferguson,” I said. She nodded. “They’ll just have to understand. The pay on your new job will be almost twice what you’re getting now,” I said. “Oh my God!” she said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, David! I am so grateful to you and to your brother. I’ll give notice at Ferguson in the morning. I’ll explain everything to Gerald. I think he’ll be okay with it. I hope so at any rate. I cannot afford to not take an offer like that.” “Well good. And good luck to you. And, we’ll be seeing each other from time to time I’m sure,” I said. ****** “So, you hired his friend,” said Stacey. “What’s she like? Is she going to work out?” “Yes I did and she’s nice and she’s evidently more than competent. Martha is high on her ability. That’s as good as the pope’s imprimatur as far as I’m concerned. According to Martha, Ferguson’s should’ve paid her more, their loss. So anyway, they didn’t, and David’s rec’ was good,” said Ronald. “Well good, I’m glad for that,” said Stacey. “Yeah me too,” said Ronald. “On another note, Jenna and David are going fishing next weekend. You and I will be able to spend some quality time,” she said. His smile was a mile wide. “Sounds real good. Real good,” he said. “My place or yours? “Here, if he calls for some reason, or comes back early it’ll be less problematical,” she said. “Hmm, yes, good thinking,” he said. He sighed. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide. It would be so much better if we could be out in the open about our feelings for each other.” “I know. But we can’t, so we make the most of our opportunities,” she said. CHAPTER SEVEN 2001 “This is an anniversary of sorts,” he said, looking over and smiling at the naked female fixing herself at the vanity. “An anniversary?” she said. “Yes, the fourteenth anniversary actually of the day we first, well, did it mecidiyeköy escort together.” He said. “What? You’d remember a date like that?” she said. “Well, not exactly. It happens that that was the day in 1985 that I got the news that my divorce was final from my ex, Madeleine,” said Ronald Carter. “Oh, well that is something I guess. Anyway, was it good for you today?” she said. “You know it was. A better question is was it good for you?” he said. “Of course. We are a pair you and I. I just wish I’d met you first. David is such a doofus. But, it is what it is,” she said. “He’s my brother, but if he wasn’t, my brother that is; well, I just don’t know,” he said. “Ron, if I really were to divorce David? I mean we’ve talked some you and I . . .” she said, letting her words hang in the air. His look was nothing if not thoughtful. “Yes, yes, I’d marry you in a New York minute,” he said. “But, he ‘is’ my brother, and it’s hard see how it might play to our benefit if we did that to him.” “Yes, but you’re Jenna’s biological father. That would have some play in all of this. Anyway, I have been thinking about it. Damn I wish I’d met you first!” she said, changing her line of thinking but really not changing it. “Me too,” he said. “But, you didn’t. So, we have to go with the way things are, I guess. Not much we can do about it all unless we’re willing to weather the major shit storm that would undoubtedly come of it.” She shook her head. “Ron, I think I am going to do it. We deserve to be happy too. Living like this, I mean us doing what we’re doing. Hell, even David deserves better than the cheating whore I’ve become doing you all the time like I do. And, frankly, I’m tired of sneaking around; I mean fourteen years’ worth is more than enough. “If I do divorce him, and like I say I’m thinking more and more that I will in fact be doing so, I will try to make it as painless as possible for him. I’ll give him the house and the savings. He’ll be all right. Hell, he’ll be better off without me and free to start over with a pretty good nest egg,” she said. “Babe, okay, and yes we both will make an effort to be more than fair with him, even generous. But . . .” he said. “But?” she said, looking concerned. “But, what about Jenna? That might be the real fly in the ointment,” he said. She took on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I see what you mean. Well, for one, she will finally find out who her real father is. Yes, it will be hurtful for David to finally find out too. He’ll be in a blue funk for a pretty good period of time; I’m certain of that, but he’ll get over it. He’ll have to. And, we won’t be cutting him out of her life. He just won’t be her only daddy figure anymore. Maybe more like what you’ve been all of these years, Ron, a really doting uncle,” she said. He was nodding, but it was a concerned nod. “Okay. Anyway, let me know what you do finally decide,” he said. “Regardless, I better be getting going. He’ll be home pretty soon. And, I know you have to do some cleaning up. The place stinks of sex.” The two of them laughed. CHAPTER EIGHT 2001 “Stacey, I just don’t know. He’s been her father, her only father, for all of this time,” said Ronald, “and again, what about Jenna?” “Yes, all of that is true, but handled right he, we, all of us can get by it,” she said. “I don’t know,” he said. “Stacey, there is one other sticking point we haven’t considered and I don’t know why we haven’t,” he said. “What?” she said. “Getting him to accept that he is only and uncle and not her daddy is a biggee for sure. But, Stacey, losing you to me is going to be a biggee too, maybe even bigger than him becoming and uncle or uncle-daddy,” said Ronald. “I know it would be a killer for me, and I damn sure figure it’s going to be one for him.” “He’s a good looking guy. He’ll find another girl to treat him right down the line,” she said. “I grant that it will be a stinger for him early on, but if we handle things right . . .” she started. “Stacey, how do you figure we can handle this one right? A house and some money won’t mean a damn thing to David. He never has cared about money so long as he’s had enough to get by. You know it and I know it. We’ve talked about it often enough,” he said. “There has to be a way, Ron, there has to be. Ron, I know for you it’s all about finally being able to be a dad. I understand that, and I hope that we can find a way to make it so David can understand it too. But, doing this, divorcing David, is for me too. “We, you and I keep saying what a good guy he is. And, on one level he is a good guy. But Ron, he’s lacking in a lot of ways. I mean I know he’s your brother. And, I’m not bad mouthing him, but there are things about him that darn near drive me crazy,” she said. “What? What are you talking about, Stacey? He’s not abusing you is he? I mean I’d never believe that he’d do something like that,” said Ronald. “No, no, God no! Nothing like that. No, it’s that he has no get up and go, no ambition. He goes to work, comes home tired and plops down in front of the tube. A couple of times a week he comes up with a case of the hornies and socks it to me. And when I say ‘to me’ I mean to me not for me. The little shit leaves me hangin every time. If you didn’t take up the slack, well . . .” she said. “No, Ron, I’ve got to do it and I mean I’ve got to do it soon. For my own sanity if for nothing else. “And you deserve to be Jenna’s dad. And, I’m not saying he’s not been an okay dad all of these years that would be a lie. He’s been fine. Could he have been a better dad? Yes, frankly, he could have. I mean his unwillingness to do better for us economically when it would have been easy for him to have done so. I mean even if all he did was take the job you offered him, he’d be making twice what he does at Ferguson’s,” she said. He nodded his understanding. “I see,” he said. “So, okay, you’re going to do it, divorce him. But, after all we’ve talked about these past weeks, we still aren’t sure how were going to go about it. “You keep saying were going to do it the right way. Well what is the ‘right’ way as you term it? Apart from the divorce per se, what else have we got going here,” he said. “Okay, one, we give him the house and the savings, the saving account has more than eleven thousand dollars in it. Next I sit him down and explain the paternity thing too him. I let him know, and that forcefully, that he will still be a major player in Jenna’s life, that nobody is trying to cut him out of her life. And we’re not, Ron. “After that I lay out a generous shared custody plan to him; the courts are going to go along with what you and I are going to propose anyway, so that one’s a no brainer. Finally, we explain why we will be asking him to assume the role you’ve had all along: that of a doting uncle, or maybe uncle-daddy as we’ve talked about; something like that, so that he understands that you’re going to be her ‘actual’ daddy from now on,” she said. “You have done some thinking on all of this haven’t you? “But, uncle-daddy? He’s not going to be happy about something like that,” he said. “Ron, you’ve suffered being out there as a de facto uncle all of these years. I’m just afraid if we don’t do something pretty formal to give you your chance to take your rightful place as Jenna’s dad, she’ll never accept you as such. But really, things won’t actually change that much. He’ll still be around and loved and respected by us, by all of us. It’s just . . .” she said. “It’s just that I’ll be in your bed and he won’t, and he won’t go to bed any night without crying in his beer about that. I know that as a great truth,” he said. She nodded. “It’s all going to come down to whether he goes off on me when I talk to him,” she said. “I will be doing my level best to make it easy for him. Hell, what we’re going to be offering him is generous, more than generous. “Yes, it’s going to be a hit to his ego; I understand that. But, I will be thinking of some way to more than soften that blow too. “As for him losing me, well, the truth is he already has. I just hope that he goes out and finds himself another woman to love him and do for him. Yes, he’s going to need that. I almost want to do it for him, I mean set him up,” she said. “That is one place you don’t want to go,” he said. “Yes, I know that too. And, I’m not. Frankly, the way he is now as I’ve described him it would be real hard for him to find a woman who’d want him. But, maybe he can change and do better,” she said. “But, whatever, that’s going to be on him.” Ronald Carter nodded. “When do you plan to tell him?” he said. “And, would you like me to be there? I’d hate to have you weather the storm alone?” “Soon, very soon, in the next few days. I just have to get my nerve up. Also, I’m going to clue Jenna first. I don’t want to be sandbagging her with all of this. “And, as far as you being there. I don’t know. It might look like we were ganging up on him. No, I think I have to do the dirty work alone this time. I will ask you to keep your phone handy just in case. And, I’d appreciate it if you could not be out of town these next days. I might need you. I mean I will need you, but I might need you real fast and real badly,” she said. “I do anticipate a deal of screaming and yelling. I mean he has no clue, so he’s going to think that this is some kind of a conspiracy against him for sure. And, I guess in all honesty it kinda is. He’s going to react and not well.” “You going to tell him that he’s been an ongoing cuckold for fourteen years, I mean the details?” he said. “I hope he doesn’t ask, but he likely will. I think I have to be honest about it all with him. What do you think?” she said. “When he finds out it’s me, well, the shit’s going to hit the proverbial fan. He might go off on me. I don’t anticipate any violence, but worst case, it might happen,” he said. Her hands went to her face. “What! Violence? Surely he wouldn’t try to fight you! I mean you are so much bigger,” she said. “No, I don’t think he’d try that, but who knows. This is so off the charts that almost anything ‘could’ happen, go wrong,” he said. She nodded, but slowly. “Jesus, Ron, don’t beat him up. Okay. The little guy has not done anything to deserve that. I really don’t want to hurt him. That would be just awful!” she said. “No, no, I’m not going to hurt him. Hell, I just might run away until he calmed down and would listen to reason,” he said. “Okay then,” she said. “I guess we’re going to go for it. I just hope it will all work out for the best.” CHAPTER NINE 2001 “Jenna come in here for a minute will you dear.” Stacey Carter, was pacing the floor nervously while she waited on her thirteen year-old daughter to join her in the den. The TV was on, but nobody was watching it. She grabbed the clicker and turned it off. “Jenna, what’s taking you so long,” called her mother. “I’m here mom, I’m here,” said a slightly miffed Jenna, coming into the room. “Okay, well, have a seat, dear, over there on the love seat.” Jenna tendered her mother a questioning look. “Mom?” said Jenna, taking the seat indicated. “Jenna, you and I have something to discuss and it’s going to take a bit of time to cover it all. But, that’s just the way it has to be,” said Stacey. “Huh?” said Jenna. “Jenna, there are things that you are not aware of, but after we’re done here you will be, important things,” said Stacey. “Okay,” said Jenna, her tone laced with concern. “Oh my, this is going to be hard. Jenna, the things I’m about to tell you may shock you, even scare or worry you some. But, that said, never doubt that momma loves you and your welfare is my number one priority. Understand?” “I guess, sure,” said Jenna. “Mom?” “Jenna, your dad . . .” started Stacey. “Daddy? He’s okay, right?” said Jenna. Her mother grimaced. “Jenna, your daddy, well, he’s not your daddy,” said Stacey. She waited, watched nervously for her daughter’s reaction. “Huh? What? Huh!” said Jenna. “Jenna, years ago, more than 15 years ago, before you were born, well, I met a man. That man is David Carter. He was a good guy, and well, we were young the both of us.

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