Thanks once again to Annanova, not only for editing this latest chapter, but for giving me some much appreciated perspective on one of the story threads. I'm so grateful for your words of wisdom!
Β© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster
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It was like I'd gone back into time somehow. I wondered if I'd stumbled unwittingly into a time machine or fallen into some hidden portal that had transported me to my youth. There I was, sitting in a chair with a folding tray in front of me, eating a bowl of cereal. Next to me was my brother Gene, years older and none the wiser, doing the same thing as we watched Bugs Bunny and his friends cavort on the television just a few feet in front of us.
It was like any one of a couple hundred Saturday mornings from my childhood, the two of us glued to the screen as we ate our breakfast, the characters of Warner Brothers occupying our minds as we woke up. I was eating my Rice Krispies, while Gene was busy munching on his second bowl of Cheerios. That my mother actually had both varieties in the pantry didn't surprise either of us.
We were pretty much eating in silence, the television turned down low so we wouldn't wake up the rest of the house. And it was a full one.
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I walked into my parents' house after dropping off Ann, feeling like I'd arrived at the rehearsal dinner after party. There were half a dozen cars in the driveway and a couple more parked along the street. That included mine, unable to park in my normal spot. I walked up the sidewalk to the front door instead of going through the garage like I usually did, ringing the doorbell. Dad opened the door for me, a beer in his hand.
"Hey, were wondering when you'd get here," he grinned, patting me on the back.
"I had to drop off Ann. What's going on?"
"We're just visiting with some folks that came into town for the wedding. Actually, there are a lot staying here at the house tonight. We never got the chance to go over the sleeping arrangements."
"I don't care where I sleep, Dad. You know that."
"I know, but we should have told you before now. There aren't enough hotel rooms in town and I didn't want everyone staying so far away for tomorrow, so we're going to be a bit crowded."
Walking into the family room, I was greeted by a standing ovation. Well, everyone was already standing, and several people clapped. Mostly it was hugs and kisses from people I hadn't seen yet. Gene and his wife Rebecca were at the rehearsal and the dinner, but my dad's brother Daniel and his wife Kaye weren't, having just driven in from Chicago. Neither were my mom's sister Dixie and her husband Lee, who had arrived on their trip from Cincinnati at almost the same time.
It was great to see them, and they were excited for me, although I couldn't help but feel some pangs of guilt. After all, they'd all showed up for my first wedding. I felt awkward that they came again for my second, but as Aunt Dixie told me, it was all about love and support. They all knew what I'd been through. They also knew what my parents had to endure. It wasn't hard to understand that they were there as much for them as they were for me and Ann.
But my respective aunts and uncles weren't the ones staying at the house. They'd made reservations for rooms at the local motel almost soon as they'd gotten the invitations. No, there were other guests staying at the house that weren't related, other than Gene and Rebecca. But they might as well have been.
Coming across the room to greet me were the sisters. Well, they were my mother's sorority sisters. Carrie made it to me first, her huge cleavage spilling out of her tight, low cut blouse. That was normal attire for her; I'd seen the big inner globes of her massive chest practically my entire life. Once she stopped hugging me, Paula latched on. She gave me a tight squeeze, her hand drifting down my back toward my ass, but stopping at my hip. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I felt her tongue against my skin for the briefest of moments. Then she winked as she pulled back.
I thought back to the last time I'd seen Paula. I'd just finished eating her pussy and she walked out of the living room where I'd been sleeping...totally naked. I didn't fuck her and she hadn't done anything at all to me, other than trying to seduce me. Still, it wasn't something I was necessarily ashamed of. After all, Ann knew about it, and she was more than okay with it.
Paula was a very sexual woman. Really, she always had been. I'd just never picked up on that as a kid. Carrie flaunted her big breasts, and Paula flirted, so it really wasn't a surprise that they had approached me the way they had. That's who they were.
Because of that, I brushed it off, taking the kiss on the cheek in stride, thanking Paula for the well wishes. Yet out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother approaching, the look on her face one that startled me. While she was smiling, I could see the fire in her eyes as she walked up between us, taking Paula by the arm.
"Neil, I hope you don't mind, but Paula and Rob are going to be staying in your old room again tonight."
"Why would I mind?" I laughed. "It's not my room anymore. I don't live here, remember?"
"That's right. You don't live here, do you? That's because you're getting married tomorrow," she said, simultaneously giving Paula an icy stare.
"Betsy, I --"
"Need to come with me. I have something to new I'd like to show you."
Before I could say anything, mom was escorting Paula to the back of the house, her fingernails gripping into her arm as she led her through the foyer and down the hall.
I tried to put that out of my mind when Carrie came back over with her husband Mack, the two of them making small talk with me. I couldn't help but steal glances toward the entrance to the foyer, wondering what was happening. I finally caught a glimpse of my mother back in the room taking to my father, but she disappeared again seconds later.
As time passed, it actually did sort of slip my mind. I had too many people talking to me, congratulating me again for what was yet to happen. Sure, it was only a day away, but it seemed odd. Perhaps that was because I didn't have Ann by my side. Frankly, all the attention was a little unnerving; I hadn't expected to come home to another celebration, even if it wasn't my home any more. I was really hoping to go to bed. But as I did the math, I knew where I'd be sleeping, and that meant I wouldn't be going to sleep any time soon.
Knowing that my relatives were staying at the motel, there would be nine people staying at the house, including four couples. With Rob and Paula taking my old room, and my parents in theirs, I could only assume that Connie and Mack would be staying in the spare bedroom they'd slept in the last time they were there. That meant Gene and Rebecca would be on the pull out couch in the living room. Being the odd man out, I knew I'd be relegated to the couch in the family room. The same room everyone was currently congregated in.
Well, almost everyone.
I bumped into my dad in the kitchen, fetching another beer for one of the guests. Checking to see if we were alone, I stopped him. "Dad, what's going on?"
"Uh...I'm getting your Uncle Lee another beer, why?"
"Not that. Where's Mom?"
"She's...she's back in our room," he replied, being very careful with his words.
"And Paula?"
"She's with your mom."
"They've been gone for forty-five minutes."
"And?" he smirked, taking a swig from his own beer as he leaned casually against the counter.
"And? What do you mean 'and'? What the hell's going on?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Mom got kind of mad at Paula. At least, she seemed to be. She said she wanted to show her something and they left. I haven't seen either of them since. Well, that's not true. I saw Mom talk to you for a minute and I saw you nod, but other than that...."
"Are you sure you want to know?" he asked, arching his eyebrow.
Thinking about the ramifications of his question, I wondered if I actually did. I knew it had something to do with what happened between me and Paula. Then I remembered my mother's cryptic promise about somehow evening the score between the two of them, saying Paula had crossed the line by pursuing me sexually.
Still, all she had done this time was hug me and plant a kiss on the cheek. Sure, the kiss was a little over the top, but I was certain no one had been able to notice that.
Deciding my curiosity had been piqued enough, I replied, "Yes, I'd like to know."