Chapter 11: Past and Present (part one)

We all sat down to hear Miles and Sandy’s story. Miles had one arm around Sandy, while she clutched his other hand as if afraid he would disappear if she let him go. Amy and Jackie sat huddled together at their feet, gazing up at the newly reunited pair. Krys was next to me, and Sarah with Pop. Miles was talking, while Sandy silently wept.

“Sandy and I are first cousins.” my uncle explained. “Our mothers were sisters, hers married a Carson, and mine a McKilhenny. We grew up on adjoining farms outside of Wichita Falls. Both of our families were quite religious, so we spent a lot of time together in church and at each other’s houses. I’m eight years older than Sandy, so nobody paid much attention when we were around each other.”

“You don’t understand, Sarah,” Sandy replied. “You have no idea how strict our upbringing was. The fundamentalist church we went to did their best to control everything their congregation did. Nobody had a television, and we only listened to the radio for news and weather. We were home schooled, according to a church-approved curriculum, and any leisure time our families had was spent at the church. There weren’t any other children within walking distance for me to play with, and my two sisters were Miles’ age, but they were married off to other farmers when they were fifteen. Miles was the only one in our two families that had time for me.”

“We were taught from day one that all men should be subservient to the church, all women were meant to be subservient to their men, and that the reason Christ had to die on the Cross was because Eve took a bite of the apple,” she continued. “When my mother and my sisters and I menstruated, we had to stay in a little house separate from the men, until we were “clean” again. It was called the ‘sin house.”

“When I reached puberty and had my first period, I was totally ignorant about it.” the little blonde continued. “Nobody in my family had ever talked to me about menstruation, it was totally taboo. The first time I menstruated, I ran to my Poppa and showed him that I was bleeding. It scared me, I thought I might be hurt. or sick, or something. All my father did was backhand me across the face and demand that I get my filthy behind out of his clean house.”

Sandy sniffed a couple of times as she remembered. “I think my momma wanted to help me, but all she had time to do was come out on the porch with me, point to the little house and tell me to go inside it. Then she had to go, Poppa was hollering for his dinner.”

“I went down to the little house, bawling my eyes out. Poppa had given me a black eye, and I didn’t understand why. When I got there, Miles was there, he had been fixing the roof.” Sandy looked at Uncle Miles gratefully, love shining in her eyes.

“It was Miles that held me and told me everything was all right.” she said. “It was Miles that explained to me why I was bleeding, and it was Miles that comforted me until Momma got there with my dinner and showed me what to do about my bleeding. I fell in love with him that day. He was the only man I had ever known that was gentle with me, or tried to make me feel better about myself. I tried to be around him as much as possible. He thought of me as a little pest, I’m sure.”

Miles looked down at Sandy and kissed her forehead. “You were a nuisance, all right.” he said. “For my part, I had always loved Sandy like a little sister. When she started following me around, I just brushed her off, and the rest of the family seemed to find it amusing.”

Miles looked far away as he remembered. “I was twenty, and had been working on the family farm all my life. I wanted something better, though, and I knew from the few recruiting commercials I had heard on the radio that I could get an education through military service. Not long after the incident Sandy just told you about, I joined the Army and was sent to Germany, as part of a NATO reserve unit during the Croatian civil war. I was there three years, got an Honorable discharge and all my bennies, and came home. When I got back, Sandy had turned into one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen! Not that I had known many women. The Army had supposedly made me a man, but church had left its mark on me, and when it came to women, I was still an ignorant teenager.”

Miles looked around at us. “I was at loose ends, looking for a decent job, and one day my daddy asked me to see if I could fix the roof on my uncle’s sin house again. I went over to do the job, and Sandy showed up. She asked if I remembered the day she had gotten a black eye and I had held her for so long. I said of course I remembered, and my pretty cousin kissed me on the mouth, and said “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

He looked down at Sandy again, and her smile was glorious! “I kissed her again. We kept kissing for a long time,” Miles said, as Sandy ran her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. “You can guess the rest. One thing led to another, and we did what came naturally. I fell in love with my pain-in-the-butt little cousin, and we met as often as we could to have sex.”

“One day my father caught us in the act. He went ballistic,” Miles said. “He threw Sandy off our farm, and essentially kicked me out too. Both of us were officially shunned by the church, and our families made it impossible for us to get together. I stayed with an old Army buddy in Wichita Falls, and got a job in a mechanic’s shop. I had an opportunity to go to Detroit and get my GM auto service certification, and intended to marry Sandy when I returned. But when I came back from school, my uncle told me that Sandy had become pregnant with my child, and had run off to get an abortion.”

Uncle Miles’ voice choked with emotion. “The bastard told me she died on the operating table, and that her death was God’s punishment for sex out of wedlock and trying to murder her baby. I was devastated. I decided then and there that if God had killed both the woman I loved and my baby, I would never have anything to do with Him or the church ever again. I left my father’s house that afternoon and haven’t been back since.”

He looked at Sandy. “I never even dated anyone else, not for the next five years or so. I might go back home for a visit now, though, just to whip your daddy’s ass for telling me such a cruel lie!”

“It’s not worth it, baby.” Sandy interjected. “Let him die the way he lived, unloved and alone. You can’t do anything to him that’s worse than that.”

“Hmm, we’ll see, my darling,” Miles murmured to her. “Anyway, I moved to Center City and got a job as a mechanic at the old Center City Chevrolet, Bobby, when you were still just a salesman.”

“I remember it well, old friend.” Pop said. “Jeanie (my mom) always said that you had something haunting you.”

“Well, now you know.” Miles said. “Jeanie was the only other woman that ever understood me, Bobby. You know I loved her, too, more than I had a right to.”

“I know.” Pop said. “She loved you too, Miles. Both of us did, and I still do. We can talk more about that later, if that’s okay. Right now, I want to hear what happened to Sandy.”

“What had happened to me was that I was sent to my father’s sister to have the baby,” said Sandy, caressing Amy’s cheek. “I tried to get in touch with Miles, but my family told me that he had moved to Detroit and gotten married, and that he wanted nothing further to do with the little slut he had knocked up. I didn’t believe them, but Miles’ family backed up my parent’s story, so I had no choice but to accept it. I was devastated.”

“I was eight months pregnant,” she continued. “My aunt and I couldn’t abide each other, so I ran away. I hitched a ride to Dallas and stayed at the YWCA for a few weeks, until I had the baby. The folks at the Y were kind to me. They got me a Planned Parenthood doctor, and helped as much as they could.”

Sandy looked at Miles again, afraid this time. “Another girl at the doctor’s office told me she knew where I could get a job making good money. I took her up on it, because I was desperate. She introduced me to her pimp, and I started hooking. After a couple of years, I became a dancer, and y’all know the rest.”

Miles kissed Sandy hard, and said, “I told you, baby, none of that bothers me a bit. You did what you had to do to take care of you and Amy. And just look at her! She’s perfect! You’ve been a fantastic mother!”

Miles took Sandy’s hand and knelt on one knee. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever cared about, Sandy. I’ll never feel like I do about you with anyone else, ever. Now that I’ve found you again, I never want to let you go. Please say you’ll marry me, Sandra Carson! Let’s tie the knot at last, and have our joy in each other! Whaddaya say?”

Sandy shrieked, laughing and crying at the same time, and all the other women in the room started bawling too! Even Pop and I were misty-eyed.

“Of course I’m going to marry you, you jackass!” Sandy whispered through her tears. Miles grinned and kissed her all over her face. Sarah gave him one of her rings, which he slipped onto Sandy’s finger.

“I love to hear you call me jackass.” he murmured to her. “So many years I’ve wished to hear you call me that again. I’m your jackass, baby, I’ve always been your jackass. Just like you’re my Brat.”

Pop signaled the rest of us to reset the supper buffet and give the newly engaged couple a private moment. As we set out the buffet again, I watched Krys and her mom talking. Miles’ and Sandy’s story was proof that anything can happen at any time, and how rare it is to find a perfect partner. Our family was at serious risk, about to tangle with the mob, no less, and who knew what could happen? Kryssie had declared her perfect trust and love for me that very afternoon, and the way she said it made me believe she knew what she was talking about. She was my destiny, and I was hers. We would be fools to wait.

Miles and Sandy came to join the rest of the family, and we all filled our plates and sat down to eat. During dinner, Sarah asked Sandy, “Do we need to make wedding plans? Where would you guys like to get hitched?”

Sandy answered, “I want to get married right here, Sarah. The only family Miles and I have are sitting right here at this table. I think y’all can understand if we don’t want a church wedding. We can make a cake, order a few flowers, and get a license and a JP. The only other things we need are you guys.”

“Anything you say, Sandy,” Pop said. “I don’t know if Miles told you, but he’s my best friend. He’s also a full partner in Davis Enterprises. Anything you two want is yours for the asking.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Miles asked. “I’ve been waiting seventeen years, I don’t want to wait any more.”

“We can do it whenever you want!” Pop replied. “In fact, it might be best if we do. We have a few decisions to make about the up coming week.”

Miles looked startled, suddenly remembering the events of the day. “Oh, geez!” he exclaimed, “Our timing is immaculate, ain’t it?”

“Why, what’s going on?” asked Jackie.

“Nothing that can’t wait until breakfast.” Pop declared. “Tonight is too special to be messed up with a bunch of business crap. Sarah, you’re gonna help me call everybody at work and tell them tomorrow is a paid holiday! My service manger and best friend is gonna marry one of my favorite people in the world, and that calls for a party!”

Sarah asked Sandy, “What do you want for tonight, darlin’? Privacy or a party?”

Sandy giggled and looked at Miles shyly. “Privacy, I think, at least to begin with. Miles and I need to, ah, get some things ... straight!”

Everybody laughed. Miles stood up, picked up his fiancee’ in his arms, and said “Damn straight we’re gonna get some things straight!” Giving the rest of the family a broad wink, he turned and carried Sandy back upstairs!

Sarah turned to my Pop and said, “This whole night has been the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen, baby! Let’s go to bed!” Pop crushed his gorgeous wife to him and kissed her fiercely.

Amy and Jackie giggled and started necking. I caught my Kryssie around the waist and pulled her unresistant body into my arms, and asked her, “Party or privacy, baby?”

“Mmmm, why don’t we make love by the pool again, Kenny?” she asked seductively. “Nobody’s down there right now, and if somebody wants to join in later, well, hell...”

I laughed and picked up her up to carry her downstairs to the pool. I didn’t look to see if anyone followed us, didn’t care if they did. The only thing I cared about was the stunning girl in my arms.

We shared a passionate kiss when we reached the pool. Running my hands over her lithe body, I marveled at her perfection and thanked my lucky stars that she wanted to share it with me.

She reached for my waist and unbuckled my belt, cooing delightedly when she discover that I was going commando. I stripped off my shirt and let her caress me, her little hands rubbing my chest, belly and finally fondling my semi-erect phallus and scrotum.

Krys gently pushed me backwards, guiding me to a chaise and directing me to sit back on it. When I laid back, she draped her beautiful, pale blonde hair over my naked body and began kissing my abs, groin, and testicles. I groaned aloud with pleasure, reveling in the luxurious sensation of her long, silky tresses caressing my skin and the excitement generated by her loving kisses!

Kryssie stood suddenly, smiled at me naughtily, and gestured for me to stay where I was. While I watched hungrily, the exquisite, graceful teenager raised her arms, clapped her hands together twice, and began a slow, rhythmic belly dance!

She was mesmerizing. The motion of her slender body, the vision of her loveliness held me entranced as snapped her fingers, swiveled her hips, shimmied and twirled! She danced around the chaise, different articles of clothing flying away from her as she whirled, her perfect face and almond eyes flashing as she slowly stripped.

She may have danced like a slave girl eager to please her master, but even so she wrapped me around her little finger! I was helpless, putty in her hands, and my burning desire became an inferno as she danced!!

Naked, she twirled closer to the chaise and dropped astride my lap, whipping her head in circles to lash me with her hair! It was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced!

The blonde teen straddled me, leaned down to kiss my throbbing member, then slowly impaled herself on it. I groaned as her tight wetness enveloped me, her lovely hips gyrating in a sensuous circle. Her long hair draped my face as she leaned to kiss my lips, and I reveled in its silky touch. She tossed her hair back, the lofty expression on her perfect face revealing her awareness of my utter subjugation!

“Does this slave please my master?” she mocked, lightly tasting my mouth. “Shall I keep dancing?”

She leaned back and swayed back and forth, whipping my face with her hair! Then she straightened, clasped her hands above her head, closed her eyes, and began to gyrate her delectable hips, her small, perfect breasts bouncing as she danced on my cock! I longed to touch her, to kiss and possess her, but I was spellbound, unable to move for fear of shattering the surreal and incredibly erotic vision of her!

Kryssie started swiveling her hips faster, whimpering with lust as my cock moved inside her! I sat bolt upright, clasping her tiny waist to pull her closer! She dropped her arms to clasp either side of my face as we kissed passionately, hungrily! I fell back to drive my cock upwards into her desperately, feeling my climax coming on like a thunderstorm!

I clasped Kryssie’ hips and held on for dear life! Both of us cried out as we climaxed simultaneously, sharing our cum and gasping for breath! My incredible lover collapsed on my chest, and I cuddled her close, whispering in her ear.

“You’re a fucking goddess, baby. You own me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you. You’re the loveliest woman on the face of this planet, and I never, ever want to let you go!”

My slave/mistress smiled big and kissed me again. Suddenly she looked up and said, “Jackie? What’s the matter, sissy?”

I looked over to the kitchen stairway and Jackie was there, by herself, wearing nothing but her camera and looking wistful. She began walking towards us gracefully, and once more I marveled at her beauty. Although not quite seventeen, she was breathtaking, the loveliest features of her mom and her sister rolled into one. Kryssie and I both embraced and kissed her.

“What’s up, baby?” Kryssie asked. Jackie’s kisses were warm, but we both felt her tension.

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” the lovely teen said, “but Amy’s really freaked out. She’s like, really distant, and acts like she barely hears what I say to her. I’m pretty sure it’s because of her mom and uncle Miles.”

“I don’t blame her!” said Krys. “She’s gone her whole life without any family to speak of, until she met us. We only adopted her a few days ago, and she’s barely gotten used to calling our stepdad ‘daddy.’ No wonder she’s confused.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jackie agreed. “Kenny, can you talk to her? You make everybody feel better when you talk to them. I know you sure help me!” I smiled to myself. Typical Jackie, always looking to help somebody else.

“Jackie’s right, baby,” Krys said. “You always know what to say. Whenever I’m lonely and hurt, or scared, you make it better. Go see what’s up with our new sister!”

“Well, sure, of course I’ll talk to her.” I said. “Don’t you two want to talk to her too?”

“Maybe after you get done, Kenny.” Jackie said. “Like I said, she won’t even listen to me right now. She adores you, though, thinks you hung the moon or something. She’ll listen to you.”

“Okay. Where is she?” I asked.

“In the photography studio.” Jackie replied. “Just sitting and staring out the window.”

“Okay. Will you two be okay for a bit?” I asked.

The two sisters waved me off and started looking at Jackie’s camera. I put on my clothes, just so Amy would feel comfortable if she didn’t want to cuddle, and went upstairs to the extra room the girls had converted into a modeling studio.

Amy was sitting with her back to me at the far end of the room, on a window seat overlooking the back yard. She looked up with a small smile as I sat down next to her on the floor.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.

“Did Jackie send you to find me?” Amy asked, grinning ruefully at my nod.

“She’s worried. She said she can’t reach you, and it scares her.” I answered.

Amy looked out the window again.”I know. I don’t mean to scare her, but I just don’t want to talk right now. I’m trying to sort out my feelings, she said.” I nodded.

“I mean, it’s just been me and momma all my life, and now, bam, I’ve got a father!” Amy declared, throwing her hand up in emphasis. “Momma’s obviously crazy in love with Miles, and everybody else is thrilled for them, but where do I fit in? I’ve never even met the man before! I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like doing cartwheels over it, I just don’t!”

“Have I ever told you why I like you, Amy?” I asked. “I mean, I love you and all that, but I don’t think I’ve ever said why I think you’re just good people, somebody that’s fun to be around.”

Amy looked sideways at me, thinking I was just trying to distract her from her funk. “Okay, lover boy, I’ll bite. Why?”

Practical and direct, that’s our Amy. Sometimes, like this time, I felt like an older and wiser brother, but other times I felt like I was talking to a superior officer!

“Because you’re a badass,” I said. “What you see is what you get. You say what’s on your mind, get right to the point. And if you think somebody’s trying to hurt the people you care about, you’re Johnny on the spot to rip them a new asshole. That’s why I like you.”

Amy chuckled. “That’s why I like you, too, Kenny.” she said candidly. “You don’t pussyfoot around stuff. Oh, you’re a fabulous lover, and gorgeous to look at, but I like you, too. You make me laugh.”

I got up and kissed her forehead. “We’re warriors, Amy, you and I,” I said. “We don’t back away from a fight. I don’t know if I ever told you, but I think you’d make a fine Marine. I think you could chew up Parris Island and spit it out.”

My adopted little sister looked startled, then thoughtful. She looked back up at me and I could tell she was interested. “Do you really think so?”

“Look, I’m not a recruiter,” I said. “But yes, you’d make a good soldier. You’ve got the attitude, the instinct, and the heart. You’re quick and you’re smart.”

“Cool!” she mused. “Thanks, Kenny. That means a lot, it really does.”

I sat back down on the floor in front of her and kissed her bare shin. “Thank you for telling me I’m pretty,” I grinned “and a fabulous lover. That part’s easy though, you inspire me.”

Amy grinned and tilted her head for a kiss. She wanted to make love, but I thought it important to talk about Miles and her mom first.

“Do you love me, baby?” I asked softly.

“Kenny, I’m gonna be in love with you until I die.” she said without hesitation. “I’ll never meet anyone else like you again. Momma and Jackie and Krys and Mama Sarah all say the same thing, that you and daddy are the finest men any of us will ever know.”

I kissed her knee. “We feel the same about you, sweetheart. You’ll feel that way about Miles, too, you know, once you get to know him. I’ve called him ‘Uncle Miles’ my whole life, and I love him every bit as much as my Pop. Jackie and Krys do, too.”

“I haven’t even considered what you guys think about him,” Amy mused, her expression thoughtful. “I’ve been scared that he’d want to take us away, that Momma and I wouldn’t be Davises anymore. That he won’t understand about us all fucking each other, y’know?”

“He’s a Davis too, really,” I said. “We’re all the family he’s got. He’s told me more than once that he expected to be a bachelor all his life, and now I know why. I don’t think he’s going anywhere with you guys. I think he’s thrilled that he’s found you, and he never has to be lonely again.” The little redhead nodded thoughtfully.

“It’s natural for you to be confused about it, Amy,” I assured her. “We’ve all known him for years, and you’ve just met the guy. Nobody expects you to be head over heels over him. Just give him a chance.”

Amy snorted, sounding more like her regular self. “Well, I guess if everybody’s gonna vouch for him, the least I can do is suck his dick!”

I broke up laughing. Amy laughed, too, and slid off the chair and into my lap, facing me. I kissed her gently, then hugged her tight. She snuggled close, and I kissed her again.

“You’re my Amy, the only one, and I will love you until the stars fall out of the sky!” I said. “I believe in Miles, and you will too, just give it time. He’s probably going to move in with us, so you’ll have plenty of opportunity to get to know him.”

“In the biblical sense, anyway,” she said with a throaty chuckle. “I hope he won’t be freaked out by all the sex. Say, the idea of fucking my biological dad is kinda kinky, ain’t it? Would you think I’m weird if the notion makes me wet?” This gal was definitely ready to fuck!

“Who, me?” I laughed. “You forget who you’re talking to, little minx! I’m the guy that lets his stepsister piss all over him before he munches her twat! But say, as long as you’re wet...” I leered.