Chapter 1: 1974—1985...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Cuckold, Incest, Slow,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: 1974—1985... - A malaise of family dysfunction and emotional ruin.
They say that blood is thicker than water, and I guess that's so. Still, water evaporates, and the supply of blood for any one individual is limited. But, the feelings one has for the love of his or her life never evaporates and has no limit, none. I am living testimony to that great truth.
My dad, Philby Carter, married Xena Westbrook in 1964. I came along a year later, and joined my brother—a product of mom's first marriage—Ronald Carter completing the family Carter. Oh, we had relatives, chief among them mom's sister Aunt Delia. But, our nuclear family was complete with the final addition of me.
My brother was nine years older than me and he had my back from day one. Mom used to say that he could change diapers better than she could; I think she was kidding. But, there was no doubt that Ron and I were tight. Oh, and I'm David Carter.
I never met Ron's Dad. Never knew much about him, and, as was the case, neither did Ronald. The story was that he was a big guy and handsome; and, he was a player who abandoned mom and child after a year of more or less worthless fatherhood.
Physically, I was a little guy compared to my brother: he turned out to be six-two and a hard body; me, five-six, and slight of build. I guess the two of us most resembled our dads.
My earliest memory of Ronald and me goes back to my days in grammar school, fourth grade actually. At the time he was a senior at Central High. He was mister all everything there: football, class vice president, lead in the senior play; oh, and real popular with the girls.
Jenna Kirby was arguably the prettiest girl on planet earth, or so I thought, and she was Ronald's personal arm candy. Well, she was until she caught him making out with Sofie Matson. I was there when she told him to take a hike—her exact words actually. But that was Ronald, a player; guess he inherited that little trait from his daddy. At any rate there was always a girl on his arm and he wasn't selfish. Hell no, he set me up with my first two dates! I always suspected he paid them to go out with me, just kidding! I was actually pretty good looking for a short skinny guy.
No, truth was that I had dates, plenty of them; not as many, nor with as many different girls as Ron; but, chopped liver I certainly was not. Oh, and I was better looking than him; well, at least that's the story I'm sticking with.
Ron met the woman that everyone thought was the love of his life in 1979 I think it was. The got married in 1980. Big ceremony, high hopes, and for the next few years things looked rosy as heck. But, well, I guess it's true what they say about leopards. Madeleine caught him in bed with her best friend, and as had Jenna Kirby before her, told him to take a hike. I know for a fact he shed a few tears over her; she really was a winner.
The upside to his divorce was that there was no alimony: she made more money than he did. He worked as a used car salesman at the time, pure commission. He was pretty good at it but Madeleine had a steady job as a bartender and a week's tips alone for her could be as much as Ronnie made in a month, well, at the time.
Maddie and Ronnie had no children, her decision; Ronnie wanted them, and he wanted them badly. But, Maddie ruled the nest, well, until she didn't. At any rate daddyhood may have been denied him, but the desire to be a daddy, incongruous as it sounds considering what a womanizer he was, only grew over time.
Singlehood did seem to work for Ronald. After his divorce he dove into his job like a wild man to help him forget his lost love. He became so good at, selling cars, that dad gave him the seed money—he did have to take out a second mortgage to do it—to get started in his own business, yeah, used car sales.
What also came of his success was a big head. He had women around all of the time. Kind of scandalous actually. He never tired of giving his little brother, me, advice on women. "Find yourself a soulmate, bro," he'd say. Ala high school days, he even set me up with a couple of "nice" girls; read girls who wouldn't put out.
Why he was so interested in getting me married was a mystery to me. He, on the other hand, in spite of his mania to become a daddy and it was a mania in his case, did not seem in a hurry to get married again. Most of us in the family thought it was because he just couldn't get over losing Madeleine. Well, she had been a stunner. Of course, he would eventually marry, and that little reality would be at base the cause of everything else this story's about.