NEW STORY INSTALLATION: CUM TOGETHER (eROTICA)
A man finds comfort in the arms of his sister-in-law.
Author’s/Note — Hello readers! Here we have another offering which is meant to be all in good fun. There’ll be the usual romantic edge with various relationships taking place, but it was also a lot of fun thinking of how this will all work then trying to slowly put it together. However, this is very much a side project compared to other works I have on the go.
There are going to be all sorts of relationships going forward: father-daughter, mother-daughter, brother-sister, sister-sister, cousins, brother-in-law/sister-in-law, maybe even son-in-law/mother-in-law. The last two are what I’d consider ‘taboo’ as, to be honest, you really shouldn’t be fucking your MIL or SIL. Later chapters will cross over into proper ‘incest’ territory.
Anyway, feedback and comments appreciated as always.
Enjoy…
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The Present
There are moments in life that bring a family closer together. What was about to happen would, unusually, bring myself, my children and the family of my wife closer together. Plans had been put in motion, though I’ll admit, the wool had been pulled over my eyes for longer than I’d care to admit. I loved my wife. Notice the use of the past tense. Loved. I had loved her. Had been in love with her for nearly two decades. She hadn’t been my first love, but she was the one I’d married, wanting to spend my life with her. We’d raise a family, built a home together, live long into the future until we were old, grey and probably loopy.
It wasn’t going to be a reality. There had been too many lies.
After I’d got up for work, showered and dressed, I walked downstairs to find my four children already at the table, enjoying breakfast. “Morning, Daddy,” my eldest daughter greeted me. Charlotte, though I called her Lottie. She was seventeen years old, though only three months from eighteen. A real sweetheart, and that was what I called her most of the time. The greeting was echoed by my other three children. Nathan and Alyssa, fraternal twins at just turned sixteen, and then my little munchkin, Emily, at fourteen.
“Morning,” I said, smiling at them all.
They knew what was coming. They’d been aware of everything almost as long as I had. Charlotte had seen it happen, adding to other information I’d received. Helping Emily understand had been the most important thing. Nathan was already supporting his twin sister, a young man wise beyond his years. And I knew how much he adored her.
“Is it happening today, Daddy?” Charlotte asked.
“That’s what Caroline said. I guess we’ll find out in a few minutes.” I looked around the table. “Don’t say a word. Let her say what she wants. I’ll deal with it.”
“Are you sad, Daddy?” Emily asked softly.
“Not anymore. I did some checking last night. The large suitcase is missing so I assume it’s already packed. She will be going elsewhere from today.”
“Good,” Charlotte muttered.
I buttered some toast, poured myself some coffee, and spent the time asking the kids about their day and plans for the weekend. Whatever happened between their mother and me, I was hoping that it wouldn’t affect them too much, though I knew that wasn’t likely. Charlotte might have been the oldest, but wore her heart on her sleeve. Emily was daddy’s little girl and would be devastated to see me unhappy.
There was banging down the stairs and I knew that it was Christine bringing down the suitcase. Glancing towards the front door, I saw her leave it there, plus another large bag, approaching the table with her handbag. She kept her face blank as she stood nearby.
“Can we talk, Mark? In private?”
“No.”
“We need to talk in private, Mark.”
I picked up a napkin, wiped my mouth and hands with it. I turned and glared at her. I noticed the step back. The hamster behind the wheel started to run as she perhaps realised I already knew. “Whatever you have to share, you can share in front of me and my children.”
My children. Not ours. Ever since Emily had gone to primary school, to call Christine an absent parent was being polite. I can’t even begin to count the number of events she’d missed over the years, and the kids had longed learned that she didn’t really seem to care. Daddy was there though. Daddy didn’t miss a damned thing if he could help it. To be honest, most of the time, I felt like a single parent. That feeling was about to become reality.
Holding up a finger in her direction, I took out my phone and dialled a number. “Hey, you can come up now.” The doorbell rang a few seconds later. “That’s for you, Christine.”
I enjoyed the confusion on her face though she walked towards the front door. Watching her open it, the fact her sister stood in front of her would have added to the confusion.
“Christine Jenkins.”
“What the hell?” I heard the surprise in her tone, unable to stop the smile that formed. “Caroline?”
Caroline, Christine’s youngest sister, offered her a manila folder. “Christine Jenkins. You’ve been served.” Then a slap echoed in the silence. “You bitch! How could you do that to him? Over eight years!”
I glanced at my children. The four were ignoring what was going on, though I noticed the smirk on Charlotte’s face. Emily smiled at me. Nathan was clearly holding Alyssa’s hand. Standing up, I walked to stand a few metres behind Christine, who stood in stunned silence, ever more confusion on her face. “Lovely to see you, Caroline. Come on in. Is Jessica with you?”
“She’s coming up with Mum now.”
“Mum? Mum’s coming here?” I savoured the shock in her tone for a moment. Christine has no idea. Looked like I wasn’t the only one good at keeping the other in the dark.
“You won’t be calling her that for much longer, you whore,” Caroline spat, brushing past her sister. Standing before me, she smiled and leaned up to kiss my cheek. “How are you, handsome?”
“Much better now that you’re here, gorgeous.”
She stood next to me, taking her hand in mine, as Jessica appeared, holding the hand of their mother, Mary. Jessica, Christine’s younger sister, the middle of three daughters, looked ready to spit in her face. Mary just looked disappointed. “My ex-husband was a philandering piece of shit, and now my oldest has proven to be nothing but a whore. I thought I’d raised my children better. At least Caroline and Jessica haven’t proven to be such disappointments.” Mary kissed my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Mark. I really am,” she said softly.
Jessica hugged me too. “There’s breakfast on the table,” I said.
“I’ll cook up something much better than toast and coffee, if you have time,” Mary offered.
“I won’t say no to a little bacon and eggs, Mary. Think the kids might end up staying at home today.”
“I’ll help too, Mum,” Jessica said.
I heard excitement from the dining table as their grandmother appeared, and Jessica treated my kids like her own. Considering everything that had been going on, their grandmother would be a good distraction. “Give him your rings, Christine,” Caroline said, “And your house keys. Anything else you need to know is in there.”
Christine stared at me, her jaw dropped in surprise. “Think I didn’t know, Christine,” I added, “You were going to leave today. You were going to move in with your lover. His name is Craig. I know how old he is. I know where he lives. I know where he works. I know everything.”
Christine just stared at me for at least a minute before she whispered, “You know.”
Not a question. A statement I confirmed first with a single nod. “I know. As I just said, I know everything, Christine. Caroline has kept me up to date. You think she was going to tolerate a whore as a sister after what your father did to your family?”
“And if you don’t sign those papers, I’m going to take you for everything you have,” Caroline warned, feeling her hand grip me tighter, “Mark has…” When she choked back a sob, I wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “I want those signed by the time you walk out of this house, Christine.”
“You’re his lawyer?”
“Of course I fucking am!” Caroline exclaimed, “Think I’d help you ruin his family? All the advice I gave, remember how I always clarified I was your sister, not your attorney? You were just too self-involved to see the path I was leading you down.”
Christine looked down at the folder than back at me and her sister, cuddled into me. “Hang on… You two… Are you two…”
“None of your damned business,” I growled, “How many men have you been fucking and fucked during our marriage?” I stepped forward. At six-two compared to her five-five, I towered over her. I’d always kept fit, and though I didn’t like the idea, I wanted to intimidate her. Months of anger and frustration were on the verge of bubbling over. “Sign the fucking papers and get the fuck out,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You can read the terms in the living room,” Caroline added, “Mark, go finish your breakfast and take care of your children.”
Leaning down, I kissed her softly on the lips. “Okay, gorgeous. You get your pretty little butt back there once she’s gone.”
“That’s if Jessica isn’t already on your lap. We might just have to fight over you later.”