The Curse of Santayana
Copyright© 2022 by Robbie Robb
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Amy goes out celebrate an important anniversary with her friends. Her friends end up backing out, leaving Amy to her own devices. Does history repeat itself?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Incest Mother Son Cream Pie Pregnancy
Epilogue - Six Months Later
The moving truck pulled out of the drive and headed down the street. It had been a hectic six months since the night Josh and Amy met to talk about their careless hook-up. A lot had changed. Contrary to Amy’s expressed desire, they did not conceive Josh’s sibling that night. Nor was there any further talk of mistakes being made. Instead the two started making a plan that culminated in the departure of that moving truck.
Over the course of the following month, the two spent almost all available time together, most of it spent looking for a place that met all their requirements. It wasn’t easy finding a place and a lot of hours were spent on video calls with their realtor. Eventually, they found the right place. The one that checked all their needs and wants boxes. A relatively new three bedroom in a young neighbourhood. Sure, it took them moving a ten hour drive away from where they first met to find it, but it was now officially theirs. Amy had transferred to a different office of the company she worked for and Josh had switched schools to finish his degree.
They had seen photos and video walkthroughs of it, and had floor plans sent over by the realtor, but they still had not actually stepped foot inside the house. Instead, they had all the boxes marked with the rooms and gave the movers a copy of the floor plans with markings to match. Josh had insisted on this, much to the confusion of Amy.
Josh turned to Amy and paused, a wicked grin appearing on his face. She eyed him cautiously, “What? What are you thinking about? I see that look.”
He cackled and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her across the threshold of the house laughing, “It’s tradition! Or at least that’s what you old-timers say!”
“I’ll old-timer you! Put me down this instant!” she yelled, laughing at his attempt at humour.
He stopped inside the door in the foyer, “Welcome to our home, my love! I couldn’t ever imagine doing this with anyone else.” The pair kissed softly, tongues briefly dancing before Josh carried her into the living room and placed her gently on the couch. He looked around. Fuck, there’s a lot of work to get done here. Boxes to unpack, furniture to rearrange, some painting and minor renovations that would let them make it their own. It’s a lot of work combining two separate households into one new house. And only about four months to get it all done, he thought, as he looked at Amy’s growing belly.
