Dad - Chapter 6 - Closet Space - Iss 1ex
a) The Family
As the kids grew, and they developed the 'pack' mentality, I found myself getting seriously confused about my 'position' in the family, as, really, did both Mum and Rose.
For instance, the twins were Mum's children, as well as her grandchildren, and they were my half-brother-and-sister as well as my son and daughter.
With Rose, her two were her children; but also, her nephew (as was I) and her niece; and her great niece-and-nephew (I am sure that can't be right); and I was their father and their cousin and ... ... etc.
They were just labelled 'cousins' between the families; and, to save space, the daughters shared a room, and the sons shared a room
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When the twins were six-ish, Mum met Tim, a man at work. And gradually grew to love him. He was ten years older than her, and blessed with a wry sense of humour, so didn't get upset when we all called him her sugar-daddy.
Although by now she was well past being on the edge of out-pourings of grief over Dad's death (bearing and raising the twins had been a good antidote to the grief), she did have some sleepless nights, and did some soul-searching before coming to me with her feelings about Tim.
And those were that she wanted to be with him (strongly, sort-of), but at the same time didn't want to lose me, and our close physical relationship (very strongly, sort-of).
We were in bed, resting between acts of making love, when she broached the subject with me. She got tearful, with her worry about how I would take it. Once I understood the depth of her interest in Tim, and knowing her passion for me; and her fear of how I would receive her thoughts, I rolled her onto her back, kissed her thoroughly (top), and through two orgasms (below - still no fur-balls), then fucked her into near catatonia, before promising that if she settled down with Tim, she could still call on me whenever she needed me to demonstrate my love for her in this same way. But she must give their relationship a chance. She gave me a strong hug, and severe kissing when I told her not to leave too much time between the times that she needed me to demonstrate - please - Pretty Please!
She giggled. Then during the ensuing blow job, she sucked my eyes down behind my balls. I certainly felt blind by the time I hosed out her tonsils.
Tim courted Mum patiently for two years, and they had a sexual relationship for eighteen months of those. He was a "widowed divorcé". First marriage ended in divorce ("Amicable. We were too young, but didn't know it. Three years, no kids."). Second wife died of sepsis ("Four years ago. She got an infection when a stone fell on her bare foot while gardening. And she ignored it too long, and gradually, her organs started to shut-down. The antibiotics only extended her life for about four days.")
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So eventually Mum and Tim moved into a new house together. The twins went with her, and Tim's youngest daughter, who was at college.
Rose and I continued to share 'Our Home', and I moved in with Rose 'permanently' (in family terms). The outside world still considered us aunt and nephew. This 'Moved-in' aspect lasted until our two started to become ... um ... sensitive[?] to relationships. Then I 'permanently' moved back into my own bedroom. But some damage must have been done. It didn't surface for a number of years, and when it did, it disturbed our cosy lives.
Mum would come and visit, and either Rose or Mum would take out 'the cousins', leaving the other two of us to our sexual games. Tim never knew about us. Or if he did, he was very circumspect, and never said a thing.
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b) The Opening
When Tim died, after only eight years of marriage with Mum, she decided to stay in the house she and Tim had shared, for a while, at least. Tim's children were all settled into individual married lives by then, so it was only Mum and the twins in the house.
Mum was less upset by Tim's death than she had been by my Dad's death, but then they had shared a different love, and their greater ages meant that it was, psychologically, more to be expected.
Then, a week after Tim died, Mum and I decided that I would go and stay with her for the weekend, to help her resolve various things. Amber and Jobey decided to come with me; much to my surprise! 'The cousins' did get along well together, and saw each other frequently, but this
did
come as a surprise.
Another surprise came as we were settling in after arrival. I was bid to just go in to talk to Mum; and 'the cousins' would see to unloading and bringing in the luggage. So, I humoured them, and left them to it.
A little later, we (Mum and I) heard a lot of movement going on upstairs, and some of that sounded like furniture was being moved. When we went to investigate, we found that some furniture had been moved out of Amy's bedroom, and they were busy moving Tommy's bed into it. Mum just gaped at the twins, seemingly too stunned to ask what they were doing. So I did it.
"We decided we wanted to share the same room." stated Tommy.
"Why?" I asked, no doubt looking even more befuddled.
"We just thought it would be cool." replied my Amy.
"Really? All four of you? Boys and girls? Just for the weekend?"
I received four slow solemn nods.
"Well!" .... Um? .... You'll be putting it all back before we leave? Right?"
"Dunno. Might leave it all for when you all come back to stay."
"What?" and I blinked at them all for a few seconds, then pointed at the twins with a forefinger that swayed between them. "You two want to share a room?"
They looked at each other. She shrugged - he nodded.
"Yeah."
"Oh!" I looked at Mum.
She was scrutinising all four of them with one eyebrow raised. "What are you all up to?"
"Nothing really." And I got three additional slow nods. "We just thought it was time we joined the family tradition."
