This is the seventh chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. For those not familiar with the earlier stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related.
This series is a radical departure from most of my offerings and contains no cheating, scheming, plotting or revenge. No one is beaten, shot, blown up, nuked, consumed by flesh-eating fish or sent to an alternate universe. I hope you enjoy this little tale. If so, great. If not, that's fine too.
As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction...
September 23, 2092:
Chris Weber was sitting in his home office, going through the files on his computer. He liked to do this from time to time to make sure everything was properly organized and in its rightful place. His wife, Chloe, was in the front room, helping one of their great-granddaughters with her knitting. He knew they would be at it for a while so he had plenty of time to do what he needed.
Marilyn, their youngest child, was at the house making sure the home health care people did what they were supposed to do. Even at 71, she wasn't someone to be trifled with. An improperly-handled syringe or a pill bottle out of place would spark her wrath and heaven help the poor soul who stepped out of line.
Of course, Chris knew that was due to her many years as a head nurse. Marilyn followed in her mother's footsteps and went to college for nursing, and eventually worked at the same hospital as Chloe. She retired not too long ago to take care of her aging parents, who had just this month celebrated their 109
th
birthday and their 90
th
wedding anniversary. She popped her head in the door and spoke to her father.
"Everything alright, Dad?" she asked.
"I'm fine, sweetie, thanks," he told her.
"You need some more tea," she said, grabbing his nearly-empty cup. "Let me go refill that for you."
"Thanks, dear," he said as she walked out. A few minutes later, she returned with a fresh cup of hot tea, flavored just the way he liked it.
"Here you go, Dad," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You're too good to your old man," he said, smiling.
"Don't you forget it," she said, laughing. "I'm off to tend to George," she added, referring to her husband. "He's probably still down at the pond trying to figure out that newfangled reel you got him."
"Give him our love," Chris said as she left. Watching her leave, he couldn't help but be reminded of how much like her mother she was, so full of life and love. George was truly a lucky man. His gaze fell on the last picture they had taken of all their children together, back in 2036.
Mike, their oldest and a Captain in the U.S. Army at the time, was on leave following a tour to Africa. That month was hard on the whole family, as they had learned that Mike's wife was cheating on him. Brian, their second child, had just graduated from West Point and was on his way to Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Marilyn was not quite 15 yet and was the spitting image of her mother.
Brian was now recovering from a bypass surgery, but was expected to do well. Fingering the decades-old DVD he had in his scrapbook, Chris' mind wandered to the day Chloe swears he was conceived...
...
August 30, 2013:
Chris and Chloe had everything packed for their weekend to Florida. Their 30
th
birthday was this coming Sunday and both of them had taken a vacation day so they could fly to Florida. Chloe had made arrangements for them to stay at a very nice hotel on Miami Beach and, Chris learned later, had arranged for them to have a special room reserved for their birthday celebration.
And, to make things a bit more interesting, she had invited their good friend, Amy, to come along. Chris didn't mind, as he thought the world of Amy.
Chris' parents had agreed to watch Mike for the weekend and with Chloe's parents, had planned to take the youngster to visit the zoo in St. Louis.
Their flight landed in Miami about noon on Friday and before the day was over, the two had checked into the hotel and spent some time on the beach. They had a nice romantic dinner followed by dancing and enjoyed hours of lovemaking in their room.
The next morning, after breakfast, they went back to the beach, with Chloe showing off a new micro-bikini she had purchased for the trip. Chris took a number of pictures of her modeling the suit, which didn't cover very much and, he thought, made her look even more gorgeous than ever. In his mind, she easily put the college girls to shame.
They were locked in a tight embrace on the beach when they heard a familiar voice behind them.
"All right, you two, it's time for lunch," Amy said as she walked up to them.
"We thought we'd just eat each other here on the beach," Chris said with a smile on his face.
"You'd probably get arrested for that down here," Amy said, laughing. "C'mon, let's go grab a bite to eat."
After getting lunch at the hotel, Amy pulled Chloe to her feet.
"Come on, girlfriend, we have shopping to do for tonight," she said with a wicked smile. She looked at Chris. "Don't worry, lover, I'll take good care of her and have her back in plenty of time for the party." She looked back at Chloe. "Now, let's go and spend some of your husband's royalty money." Chloe laughed.
"Okay," she said, standing up. She kissed her husband deeply. "You going to be okay by yourself for a few hours?" she asked.
"Sure," Chris said. "I'll just go work on my latest book and ogle the pictures I just took of you."
"Well, make sure that's ALL you ogle," she said, teasing him with a smile. He watched the two girls head out, giggling as they walked. He could only imagine what they had in store for the evening. He knew they would be gone for a while, so he grabbed his laptop and sunscreen and headed to the beach.
