After my seduction of Nicole, my wife's younger sister, I thought my conquests were over. I had successfully fucked each of my wife's bridesmaids. While promises were made to continue to have threesomes with each of the girls, I wasn't holding my breath. So what happened a couple months later was a complete rewrite of my plans.
Our first Thanksgiving as a married couple found Amanda and I at her grandparents' house. This was the first time we had seen Nicole since I nailed her in our living room, so there was bound to be some awkwardness.
Amanda's father's family was all there, which was not a rarity. Other than Amanda and I, they all lived fairly close by.
The house was full of people, but there was a sense of pall over the event. Amanda's uncle Edward had passed away suddenly earlier in the year, and this was the first time the family had been together since the event.
Amanda's father seemed to be hit hard by his brother-in-law's death. Her parents had not even attended the wedding where I primed Nicole. Although it was his wife's relative getting married, I think that any family gathering was too much for him at that point.
Amanda and my wedding seemed to be the bright spot for everyone, and we were asked many times how we were settling in, etc. Amanda was the oldest grandchild, so she and I were trailblazers for her generation on getting hitched.
After we stuffed ourselves on turkey and fixings, I settled onto one of the couches to vegetate, digest, and watch football. I didn't settle long though, as Amanda's father asked if he could speak to me for a minute.
Amanda's father was an old-school, silent type. I realized quickly when she and I started dating that his coolness towards me wasn't personal, it was just how he was. We maintained a basic relationship on common sports interests, but that was about it. So his request for me to follow him was out of the ordinary.
I followed him across the house to a room that I assume was his father's office or study. Amanda's grandfather was already there, seated at his desk. One of Amanda's uncles, Marcus, was already seated at the other chair in front of the desk. The other surviving uncle, Don, was over by the windows but turned as we came in.
Amanda's dad, who's name was Anthony, stood to the side of the desk and motioned me to the other chair.
As I sat, Amanda's grandfather rose out of his seat and offered me a glass of Scotch. Though my pants were nearly bursting from the food, I knew not to refuse, so I took the glass. A quick sip told me this was the expensive stuff, and I made a good choice. Her grandfather must have seen my reaction, because he chuckled.
"Yeah Charlie, that whiskey is almost as old as you. Glad to see you recognize good alcohol."
He sat back in his chair now, and sipped from his own glass.
"I am sure you have no idea why Anthony called you in here, so I will get right down to it. I am here to make you an offer to join my business. But there is a catch, and no matter which way you decide, I need to be sure what I am about to tell you is absolutely confidential."
I nodded, completely shocked. Let me back up and tell you why.
Amanda's grandfather was the biggest and I assume most successful car dealer in the small city where she grew up. I don't think he had a franchise for every brand of vehicle, but when you drove around the area, their last name was stickered on a significant portion of the cars you saw.
The house we were in reflected that status. It was huge. The office we were in was bigger than my college apartment, and the furnishings in this room alone were probably worth as much as Amanda and my house. Definitely more if you included the Scotch.
The business was so big and profitable that all four of his children were part of it, and doing well themselves. Anthony was the oldest, and ran the back-office and finance. He hadn't inherited his father's gift for salesmanship, but I knew that he was great with numbers and part of why they were able to expand to so many dealerships.
Marcus and Don were each responsible for one cluster of franchises, which were spread across the city.
Even Amanda's Aunt Erica, the only daughter, was involved. She had taken over for her father as the 'face' of the dealerships, and spent time handling advertising, including filming commercials. Her husband Edward was a manager as well, before he passed.
Even Amanda had been involved. Before we started dating, she had appeared in some print ads, and then billboards. The first time I went to her house, I was greeted by her 30' tall face on the highway into town. Even though she had warned me, it was still jarring to see your girlfriend advertising low prices on Hondas.
As these thoughts raced through my head, Amanda's grandfather, whose name was James but went by Jack, continued.
"So son, I need to demand your absolute silence on what I tell you. You can tell no one, even the other people in this house."
I nodded, wondering what was so secret that even the wives couldn't know.
"Twenty years ago, while up at my hunting cabin, our family suffered a horrible tragedy. We had gone up there for a weekend, me, Tony, Marcus, and Donny."
Grandpa Jack was the only one who called them Tony and Donny. They were Anthony and Don to everyone else.
"Eddy and Erica had just gotten married, and she was really ornery about letting him go. I think they were trying to get pregnant, and she thought it was her time. Anyhow, he was the only one who wasn't there."
He paused and took a sip of scotch.
"Never figured out who brought it, but a day or two in, all of us came down with mumps. Real virulent strain too. Amanda's grandmother ended up having to drive up and get us all and deliver us to the hospital it was so bad."
I had never heard this story, which was surprising. But then again, I never knew Jack as a hunter or that he had a hunting cabin.
"Being up in the woods, we had all waited too long to get treated. Obviously, we all survived, but this particular strain of mumps had one permanent effect. All of us were sterile."
He paused now, and stared at me, as if to see if I understood. I took a sip of my scotch, and realized what that meant.
If Amanda's father and uncles were sterile, who had fathered their kids? Jack had said 20 years, and the oldest cousins after Nicole were only 19.
My eyes must have given me away, because Jack continued.
"You are probably wondering who the fathers are. That's the secret you have now sworn to keep. Even the kids themselves don't know."
Whoa.
"Every one of those kids younger than Nicole is fathered by Eddy. The deal is, each of the women know their husband is sterile, but not the others. Grandma knows all, and the grandkids all know nothing."
This, this was heavy.
"It was the only way we could think of to keep the family going. And now, well, if it were to get out, we would be ruined."
I nodded dumbly, but even in my surprised state I knew that if the public got wind that Jack's son-in-law had fathered his wife's brothers' kids, people were 'small-town' enough to shop elsewhere for their vehicles.
"Now, you may be asking why I would tell you all this, when the ink is barely dry on your marriage license. Well, here's the situation..."
"I'm the reason" I heard from behind me, and turned to see there was one other person in the room.
"Aunt" Daniella was the wife of Don, the youngest of Amanda's uncles. I said "Aunt" in quotes, because she was closer in age to Amanda and I than her husband. He was a little over 40, and I knew she had just turned 30 herself.
She had been around the family only a little longer than me, and we had bonded about being the 'new kids' a couple years earlier.
Daniella was very different looking than the rest of the family. While they were all very WASP looking, she was very Meditteranean. Not sure if it was Spanish, Italian, Turkish, or Greek heritage, but her black hair and olive complexion contrasted with everyone else.
