Thirteen Scalp Avenue Ch 02

Thirteen Scalp Avenue - Ch. Two

Spirits are revealed, and a new homestead is started.

A/N: This project is a personal challenge I've set for myself as a writer. To fully grasp the context of this chapter, I highly recommend starting with Chapter One, which provides important background information. The idea for this story came to me during one of my favorite morning rituals: enjoying a cup of coffee.

While this story is categorized under the Non-Human genre, it includes both heterosexual and lesbian relationships. I do warn you, that this chapter dives a bit deeper into the incestual relationship which started in the first chapter.

Our protagonist will take center stage soon. She is openly bisexual but leans towards a Sapphic life.

If this kind of story isn't your preference, I completely understand. I do appreciate you taking the time to visit.

All characters, names, and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life situations or people is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Special thanks to the wonderful Nicole for her editing expertise and insightful suggestions. Without her, this story wouldn't be where it is today. Any remaining errors are mine; these eyes aren't quite as sharp as they used to be.

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That night as the celebration was coming to an end, Junior with Annabelle at his side promised Elizabeth that once the crops were planted, he would start the renovation of the new house starting with tearing his down. He and his new bride would live in Twelve Scalp Avenue until the two plots of property were combined into one.

Junior looked at his sister and said, "Once I am finished with our home, which will be the main house for the family, I will tear down your old home. I will build you and your girls a brand new home and number it Thirteen Scalp Avenue."

Elizabeth kept her composure as best as possible while she was in public, inside she was in fear of what would happen, she couldn't lose her sister nor her husband again.

When the celebration ended, Junior took his new wife Annabelle to his home. Elizabeth made her way to hers and as she did the emotions overtook her. She quickly ran, then once in her bedroom, she cried herself to sleep worrying how she would live without the spirits of her sister and husband being taken away from her.

~~~ End of Chapter One ~~~

Present Day

Alexandra Lynn Nurse was woken up by the sound of her cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" She mumbled into the phone. Suddenly she sat up in bed. "No! Oh no! Yes, I will leave as soon as possible. Tell Mamma and Pappa I am on my way."

She jumped from the bed.

"Alexandra?" Sophia asked in her sleepy voice. "What is it, babe?"

"It's my Mamma. I need to leave right away, she needs me. I need to go home, Sophia."

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Spring 1927

Junior picked Annabelle up with ease holding her in his arms. One of his arms was around her back and one arm under her legs. He leaned down and kissed his beautiful young wife. He pulled back from the kiss and spoke.

"Annabelle, you could have had any man yet you chose me. This old man will love you forever."

He kissed her again and completed the tradition of carrying his bride across the threshold of their home. "Soon I will build you a home that you truly deserve."

"You, my dear husband have been my choice since first seeing you. When I saw you as a man! I love you and give myself to you; I will give to you, my dearest husband Alexander, the children you deserve." Annabelle spoke as she lifted her head kissing him.

"But for now, will you love me, dearest Alex?" She purred knowing this night her husband would take from her, her maidenhood, and make her his.

Alexander placed his wife down slowly assisting her. He closed and locked the door to their home. Earlier in the evening, he had informed Michael and Becky that he would arrive late for work in the morning. He would start after lunch, this night, and the morning was for celebration with his bride, his wife, Annabelle.

Alexander lit the kerosene lamp, closed and locked the front door. He then walked to the bedroom, igniting another. He then returned to where Annabelle stood. He extinguished the lamp. The soft glow from the lamp in the bedroom gave him what he needed to carry his five-foot-two-inch, beautiful wife to their bed. Alexander lifted Annabelle into his arms. "In the morning I will show you our little home but now I care to love you as carefully as I can."

Laying her carefully on the bed, Alexander removed his best shirt and lowered his jeans, slipping them off and then tossing them to the side. Annabelle blushed at seeing a man for her first time. Alexander stood tall, towering over Annabelle. She knew this night he would be soft and gentle as her mother explained to her. She was prepared for the quick and sharp pain her mother spoke of but that love would last forever.

She smiled and reached higher for her husband, stretching out her arms. "Dearest Alex, I am in need of your touches and your love. I have waited long enough."

Annabelle rolled to her side offering him access to her buttons and the ties of her wedding gown. Alex moved to the bed and kissed his wife, removing her dress with soft caresses and touches to her skin. Alex slid his hands down her sides as he slowly moved her dress from her shoulders exposing her white petticoat. Then he carefully removed the dress exposing her legs. Alex was smitten, for the first time he gazed upon the small curve of Annabelle's ass.

His large hands caressed her body then moved higher to untie the petticoat. Once untied and with care and love, he slid it down her shoulders, then down her arms and her upper body exposing her firm breasts to him.

Annabelle blushed a deep red allowing her man to see her for the first time. The excitement was too much for Annabelle and she moved quickly and giggled as she pulled the petticoat down and from her legs tossing it onto the floor with Alex's jeans.

She giggled as she wrapped her arms around Alex and kissed him while trying to pull him down to her. He smiled looking down at his wife and winked, kissing her as she moved and wrapped her legs firmly around him, feeling his manhood pressing her swollen and warm womanhood.

Annabelle let her legs slack slightly and slid her hand between them recalling the words her mother spoke.

"Help him find your entrance and help him love you to protect you."

Annabelle touched his soft but very firm muscle. Her hand moved with ease as she heard him moaning in pleasure. Lost in the pleasure she was feeling and offering herself to her husband, Annabelle felt a cool sensation cover her hands.

What she then felt was the gentlest touch on her clit, her hard nub now being stroked and touched. Her murmurs were weak, and soft, almost begging him to touch her more. She felt guilt rise as she meant to focus her love on him. Annabelle opened her legs wider for him as she now lay flat on the bed.

Alex came to kneel above her. Her hands never left his body as she still guided him to her entrance. Alex moved slightly forward pressing his tip against her opening as she guided him as well.

"Kiss me dearest husband to dull the loving pain you will bring me," Annabelle murmured.

Their lips met as Alex lowered his head to hers. As his tip entered Annabelle felt the coolness increase and a slight pinch of pain as she was now his. His tip inside spread her open but the coolness softened the piercing pain. Then she felt the tip press at her maidenhood. As she kissed him deeper Annabelle felt a soothing touch as she removed her hand from his rod allowing it to enter her.

Breaking the thin barrier Annabelle felt joy, peace, an inner thrill like never before and of course love. This was the love for which she had dreamed of. Alex slowly moved his manhood deeper but as she winced the pain, it would immediately dissipate. Her nipples were hardening even more, a tightening which the few times she had touched herself was amazing but this took her to heights unknown.

The two lovers continued their slow movements as a greater and much more powerful need from Alex filled Annabelle. Yet she felt the coolness still against her magic button. She felt Alex surging as her heightened excitement built. She felt her desire grow as Alex moaned.

Annabelle felt the electrical shock in her body. She wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed. Her arms and chest barely pressed tightly to her husband, now and forever more. Annabelle could barely reach fully around her husband but it was then she felt the surge. A tremor deep inside and then it happened. Her stomach curled and her womanhood flowed, her nectar gushed outward as she quivered all over in her orgasm.

Alex slowed his movement feeling his wife and forever lover shake against him. Alex leaned down and kissed his wife deeply. As their lips opened and their tongues caressed the other, Annabelle moaned, urging her husband on ever more.

"Yes Alex my husband, fill me with your seed. Soon I want to bear your child giving you the heir you desire. Love me dearest husband."

This urging only fueled Alexander's desire even more. With greater need Alex moved his hips and manhood in and out, deeper into his wife. Annabelle wrapped her legs around Alexander one final time which spurred him on even more. He grunted and then pressed one final time as his balls spurts of his seed, filling Annabelle's womb.

Alex collapsed onto the bed rolling to his side and pulling his wife with him. As they lay there in bliss, their arms and legs still wrapped around the other Annabelle felt the coolness dissipate from the room.

She closed her eyes as Alex caressed her back. Annabelle now dreamt of the amazing but realistic life she had ahead of her, thrilled to be in the arms of the man she had watched from afar for so long, but not anymore.

Alexander Nurse II was the husband and the only man in Annabelle's life.

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As the newlyweds settled in their house consummating their marriage, in the house furthest from them, the house numbered Thirteen Scalp Avenue, Elizabeth stripped from her celebration clothing and curled into her bed. She immediately took notice of the coolness in the room. A smile crossed her face, Elizabeth then felt the presence of him pressing against her. She shivered feeling his manhood pressed against her.

"Oh my lover Nathan, take me this night of celebration, love me as the man you are, the lover I missed," Elizabeth spoke aloud.

She then heard the creak of the floorboard nearest her head and felt a soft touch on her cheek. "Dearest sister, go be with him and Annabelle. Go care for her and ensure he loves her as she needs."

"Dearest Nathan, our daughter has the same desire to be with a woman I do. I fear she has the trait and it passed to her through my sister and me."

Elizabeth felt Nathan's spiritual cock press at her opening, he filled her slowly. She felt his hands caress her breast as he pushed deeper, filling her with his cock!

"Yes Nathan, fill my near barren womb." Elizabeth sighed in pleasure.

Hearing the sounds of voices, Becky rose from her bed and checked on her younger sisters Dorothy and Nancy. They were both sound asleep. She crept slowly towards her mother's bedroom door and listened. She heard the whispering and the moaning. Becky dared not even as the temptation rose in her soul and the tingling in her womanhood grew greater, swelling her lips.

"One day Momma, one day I will be with a woman who I can love." She whispered.

Becky slowly backed away and made her way to her bedroom, laying in the bed she and her older Brother Michael had shared for so many years. Her hands pulled up her sleeping dress and teased at her drenched lips. She knew not to enter her womanhood and to not break her maidenhood, it would not go well on her wedding night should she have one.

She softly caressed her magical nub until she gasped loudly begging for love. Sleep finally overtook her and as she dreamt there was softness and a feeling of love which came over her.

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As the morning rooster crowed, Annabelle woke feeling her husband firmly against her bottom. His calloused hands held her breast and his other hand though slightly uncomfortable was underneath her and holding her body close.

His breath was warm against her neck. Her nipples ached from the tautness of her flesh. Her womanhood was sore from its first opening and blissful experience. In her mind, she knew she needed to wake him and then feed him, she would cook this morning for her husband but it was in the depths of her mind, and in feeling him pressing to her bum, Annabelle knew she must satisfy his manly needs and desires.

Her mother spoke to her about a man's sexual needs and a woman's role in being devoted to him. She was without question devoted to him; she wanted Alexander Nurse II to always see her as a woman of desire and beauty.

Annabelle rolled over kissing her husband as he still slept. She beamed with pride as she witnessed the smile on his face. She kissed his day-old beard, scratchy cheek, and neck. Annabelle continued kissing her husband and moved lower down his chest. She again beamed with pride as he hummed in satisfaction and reached for his wife.

"No dear husband, I have a special gift for you."

She kissed his chest, circling her tongue around his broad nipples. She giggled as the hair on his chest tickled her nose and lips. Her hands held his flesh but as she kissed lower, Annabelle moved her left hand down and circled his hard and now throbbing cock.

Her tiny hand didn't close around the girth which was hers for her pleasure and his for the remainder of their lives. She kissed down his body, tasting his flesh and licking at the wonderment of his body. He was firm, strong and fueled her desire even more. Her moisture grew and dripped from her womanhood but she was too sore yet she had heard other ways for his pleasure.

She kissed his navel and continued stroking his cock. It was with three slow and soft kisses that her lips paused as her chin touched the wet tip of his cock. Annabelle curled her legs underneath her and kissed the tip of his manhood. It leaked with his essence. She then circled her tongue around the head licking his moisture and tasting him for the first time.

She remembered months ago, Marianna told of how her husband loved her licking and mouthing her husband's cock when she wasn't able to take him during her cycle; her womanly time. Annabelle wanted this, she would never deny him! As she opened her mouth and moved her head forward, Alexander groaned in pleasure.

She withdrew his cock slightly and spoke. "Yes my love, I will never deny you, my body is your vessel for love and satisfaction." She closed her lips around him and swirled her tongue as if she licked from an ice pop.

Alex slowly rose to watch the love of his life mouth his manhood, His hand moved to her cheek and caressed her softly. "My dear I will never harm you. Only do as you wish to do but know I love you, we will be one forever more."

He breathed deeply and felt a coolness near his shoulder. Unknowingly he immediately thought of his sister.

"Alice," He whispered.

A cool breeze filled the room as a softness touched his cheek sending chills down his body.

Alex inhaled quickly. "Oh my dearest Annabelle, I love you for eternity."

Alex felt a tingle and a surge as Annabelle sucked his cock until she gagged but backed off slightly. She raised her head and swore her love to him and took him in her mouth again. She cupped his large full balls caressing them.

Just a short time later as she continued she felt a surge. She felt it from his balls to his cock and then a pulsing and spurting wetness filled her mouth. She didn't ever want to disappoint him. Annabelle gagged at the surprise and the amount but swallowed as Marianna told her.

The gift her husband gave to her was one of pure love and yes, Annabelle's need. It was her immediate and loving need to satisfy him. This was her bliss as she licked him clean, swallowing up as much as she could.

The pasty salty taste didn't offend her. This was a gift her lover and husband had given to her. She swelled with pride knowing this was for her his gift. As she kissed back up her husband's body, she curled closer and held his gaze. Annabelle wished deeply for his satisfaction but when he spoke her heart beamed with everlasting joy and pride.

"Soon my love I will kiss your womanhood and please you like you have pleased me but I fear your soreness. I do not want to harm you."

With that love and passion, Annabelle opened her legs and carefully pressed herself to his leg.

"My dearest husband, I am always open and here for you." As they kissed one last time, she begged him to sleep as she would tend to cook his first breakfast and her husband.

~~~

Summer 1927

In their three months of marriage, Annabelle had been kindly asking Alexander's friends and family members, though she asked respectfully, to refer to and call him by his given name, Alexander or Alex. Alex in her mind should not be known as Junior any longer. He was the man in the family, the new patriarch. He was also the man she fell in love with and he would soon be the father of her children.

She asked politely for their understanding and respect. He was of course a man nearing the age of thirty-nine, he wasn't a junior, especially in her bed, and he was a man of large and amazing capabilities.

The first time Annabelle spoke asking this; Elizabeth was absolutely mortified wanting to know why she must change for this "woman"? Then as she wanted, Elizabeth had a private conversation with Junior. They were in the barn away from others. It was the first time between Elizabeth and Junior. Elizabeth spoke in a one-way sided conversation. She spoke with anger and rage. "How dare she want me to change for her?"

For his part, Alex saw and understood Annabelle's perspective. Yet he didn't want this rift in the family. Surprisingly, Annabelle's request was being accepted more and more each day. She smiled as each day passed it seemed Alex wasn't being referred to, at least in her presence as Junior. This made her even happier as there was nothing 'junior' about her husband. It was now time to ensure he became a father.

It was before the sun rose that Annabelle rolled over feeling the warmth of her husband Alex, she smiled even wider feeling the thickness of his morning cock pressing against her. She would want him tonight. She knew not to work him in the morning as he needed his legs for farming and tending to the growing herd of cows.

"My dearest husband, I yearn for our coupling as I feel I want to bear your son soon. I want to give you what you need, yet I love you enough to wait until nightfall for our love."

Alex rolled over kissing his wife. He pulled her naked and young firm body closer. "My dear wife, I will feed you this morning and tonight as your love inspires and hardens me."

Alex kissed his wife, "Michael and Becky know their place and chores. Soon the twins, Nancy and Becky, will learn chores and you will give me what I want; my son."

Annabelle lifted her left leg and lifted it over her much taller husband's body. His magnificent pole started to stiffen even more while her hand stroked him. Annabelle's smallish hand barely closed around his girth. She was certain that this was the month she would conceive and in time deliver his child, the son he deserved, then hopefully a daughter for her to care for as well.