My story begins where Chapter 8 ended, so if you haven't read the previous chapters, you might want to. Or not. Your call.
Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out, life is busy and this one wasn't easy to write.
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Thanks for all the comments and emails, they are greatly appreciated. Things have been busy around here, but as one letter writer put it, I will try to get my priorities straight. I've been told that people appreciate the way I break the fourth wall, and I will continue to do so as it is how I write anyway. I'm glad you enjoy the story, and if you don't then by now you have probably stopped reading so, you know, fuck off. Several have asked about the Danny Survivors Support Group and whether they will be more involved in the story. The short answer is "no". The long answer is "noooooooooo". But my next series will be based upon the exploits of one of them, who just turned out to be a nasty little ho and they will be more fully developed as a group in that series.
Others have asked about the use of "deviance" and "Descending" in my tag line and title. Truthfully, I wasn't aware of the degree of sexual extravagance on this site when I began this story. Compared to a lot that is on here, this story isn't particularly deviant at all. That said, the dividing line of what is and isn't deviant is subjective, and to a prudish girl coming of age in the conservative south finding out that the best way to arouse herself sexually is have her boyfriend lick her butthole is pretty deviant.
If you're not interested in the romance and familial bonding, skip down to the part where Brent uses a vibrator on me until I orgasm on the Wild Mouse ride. (Just kidding! Geez, that's a kiddie ride!)
We had spent our first afternoon as an engaged couple in a long naked series of embraces as our bodies confessed the love we felt in our hearts to each other. Never was a couple so happy and contented. Oh, I knew we faced challenges. I had always said I wouldn't get married until after college, but my heart amended that plan for Brent. I knew we would always be together, and even though we were marrying way too young in my opinion, I didn't want to waste another moment of my life not being married to Brent. I would say that once sated we showered and awaited the expected arrival of our foster parents, Ron and Allison, but in truth I could never fully be satisfied. No matter how much I had of Brent, no matter how many times I tasted his seed or he brought me to mind numbing, earth shattering climax, I wanted more. I guess we stopped for decorum's sake.
Ron and Allison took us to dinner that night at a local Japanese steak house, since at age 18 each we were not old enough for the adult restaurants in the park and it was scrumptious. Brent and I became the focus of everyone's attention around the grill. The chef took extra time to tease us with every trick he knew on the grill, flipping things at us only to catch them at the last second, that sort of thing. The women all wanted to see my ring once they learned, via Allison's announcement, that we had become engaged just that afternoon and soon all were wishing us well and congratulating Brent. I felt like a princess, and loved every second of it. After dinner we retired to a coffee shop simply because we didn't want to just go back to the hotel, and my cappuccino gave me a burst of energy that I knew Brent would be appreciating in a few hours, provided I hadn't worn him out that afternoon.
"Jessie and I were talking this afternoon" Brent said, only to be interrupted by Allison snorting,
"Well that was a waste of your day." Allison said, almost whispering as she grinned, causing Ron and myself to laugh.
"Okay Mom" he said and suddenly we all fell silent except Allison, who teared up and gushed "You've never called me... no one's ever called me Mom before."
"I'm sorry, I just" Brent started to say before Allison again interrupted.
"Oh shut up you silly man, its the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." and I couldn't help but pull my chair closer and hug Allison. We both had tears of joy that day.
I had never asked Ron and Allison why they couldn't have kids, and I still don't know. I just know that Brent's verbal slip was something she had waited half a lifetime to hear, and I was glad that she was as happy that night as I was.
Both Brent and I spent the next few minutes piling on her joy as we told her in every way we could that she was more of a mom to us than anyone else had been, and we both should have told her a lot sooner.
Once the estrogen festival was over, we began planning the wedding, at Allison's insistence.
"What we were talking about today, as I was trying to say earlier, Mom!" Brent said, emphasizing Allison's new name for all to hear, "is that we want to have a small ceremony in December so we can move into married student housing for the spring semester, then have a big wedding in June. Its either that or we find a justice of the peace now, get hitched, drop out of school and start having babies. I can get a job mopping the floor at a fast food place, and maybe work my way up to fries by the time our third or fourth youngin' arrives. Right sugar?"
"That's right hon." I said with a country twang, playing along with his joke. "Is there somewheres arount here where I can spit out this Copenhagen?" I asked.
"You two stop being silly" Allison said. "You seriously want to get married in December? We can't even pick out envelopes for the invitations by then!" she grinned.
After we all got through giggling, Ron asked "You okay with this get married in December and then again in June plan Jessica?"
I took my hand from Brent's, leaned forward and placed my chin in my palms with my elbows on the table and said, with the biggest smile I could muster, "Who do you think came up with the idea, Dad?"
Ron grinned from ear to ear and I could have swore I saw a little glistening in his eyes, finally he replied, "Well, since it makes sense, it must have been my daughter that had the idea."
It was my turn to get choked up. I had never had a Dad, and now I knew, I forever would.
The silence between us was broken up when Allison said "If you all keep talking like that people are going to think our children are getting married to each other."
To which Ron dead panned "Well we're in Florida, it's probably pretty common here" causing our table to burst out in glorious laughter again.
For the rest of the evening Allison and I talked dress styles, veil styles, maids dresses, location, decor, and a zillion other things I had never thought about for my wedding before. Finally we landed on something I had thought of before, the engagement and wedding announcements. Allison thought a wedding announcement in April if we were going to wed in June, and I agreed. I didn't really care about it. She added that traditionally the engagement announcement published shortly after the couple engaged, so any time was good.
"Ummm, will that cause you problems, Mom, Dad?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked in reply.
