This is a multi-chapter story. I will have several chapters ready to post, others may follow weekly. The overall category is incest, because incest is involved in this series and some people get upset if you don't make them aware of that fact. If that turns you off, find a different story. It will also include some group sex, because it is mainly a harem story. One of the first things mentioned is a divorce, but don't expect a BTB story. No cheating on the MC in this one.
I'd really like to thanks kenjisato for his excellent work in editing.
MCCR
It was a typical Friday afternoon in August. The Grizzlies and The Wolves were at the local Tripps, talking about how our week went, how long it was 'til the next break, and who was having to grade papers over the weekend, etc. We usually came here after work on Fridays. Eight of us to start off with, then the married teachers went home first, having to get home to their spouses, leaving us, the single or divorced behind.
I have been a middle school teacher for twenty years, teaching in a modified schedule school for 15 of those years. We started the last week of July, and had three-week breaks after every nine weeks. Our first break would start at the end of September.
I have loved it, most of the time. I have a great team. As is typical with most middle schools in the area, there are few male teachers outside of physical education. On our team of four, I am the only male. I am definitely not complaining, but it is crucial to the story, so I thought it would be wise to mention it.
With the two teams that regularly went to Tripps together, I was the only male. Something that I really didn't concern myself with. Up until this day, that is. After the 'Marrieds', as we called them, went home, it was just the 'Singles' and 'Divorced.' As usual, it was just my immediate team, The Grizzlies, that was left. None of us ever had more than two drinks (at most) spread out over almost three hours, so none of us ever got wasted. I was the exception, today.
I loved spending time with the 'Mama Bears.' That was the nickname for my coworkers, given by the other eighth grade teachers. Each of my teammates had a nurturing spirit to them. They loved teaching, mainly because they loved the students. I loved my students as well, but because I was going through a divorce, I was the one that truly deserved the Grizzly Bear title for the last year, but they called me 'Papa Bear.' I may have been gruff to outsiders, but in the classroom, I gave my students my all, and showed them I cared for them, also.
I loved spending time with the Mama Bears because they kept me grounded-- especially this past year. Cathy was one who I had recently started looking at with an eye towards possibly dating after the divorce was final. Tina was gorgeous, but much younger than me, so she was off limits. Vicky was even younger, and she only dated women. So, besides the age, she couldn't possibly be attracted to me.
Cathy was forty-something, I guessed. I knew she'd been thirty-nine for several years. She was the other 'Divorced' of the group. She had been divorced for five years after her husband cheated on her with a teller at the bank, where he worked. My wife and I helped her through that, emotionally and financially. We would invite her over for dinner some evenings, for a cookout on weekends, etc. When it looked like she was going to come out poorly in her divorce, Michelle and I helped her get a better lawyer. Cathy had been teaching at the school for four years before I started there. It was my first teaching job, and she gave me a lot of help in classroom management, time management, and so forth.
Cathy was what I would call voluptuous. A figure like the late-seventies Wonder Woman. And for some reason, I had only recently noticed that. She never wore tight or revealing clothes, except for this past year. She admitted, at one point, she thought she was too old for that. I guessed she had gotten over that. She also said she'd never date again. She no longer trusted men.
Maybe I could get her to change her mind?
Vicki was thirty-two, also blonde, well, more of a dirty-blonde. Vicki was our team's English teacher. She had only been on our team for ten years. The fact that she never critiqued my grammar, which wasn't always stellar, really endeared her to me. She was a very beautiful woman. She oozed sex appeal. Michelle had once said that if Vicki liked men, she'd be worried about me being around her.
Tina was the youngest of the ladies at twenty-eight. She had worked with me for five years. She was a petite brunette. If you looked at her from the front, she had very little in the way of hips, but viewed from behind, she had the roundest, firmest little butt. Not wide, but sticking out prominently. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned for her body. She always complained that they were too small, but in my eyes, B-cups fitted her perfectly. I could never tell her that, but I did have my opinion. She once mentioned getting an enlargement, but we talked her out of it. My contribution was more on the science-health side, since I didn't want to get too familiar with a coworker's body.
All three of them were beautiful in their own way, and I couldn't understand why they were all single. And why they rarely dated. I couldn't remember any of them talking about a single date in over a year. These women were too beautiful and full of life to be single for long. I was just enjoying their company while it lasted. And here on this day, I was enjoying them even more.
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I am Thomas Brooks.
I was one of the divorced group. I was actually commemorating the final decree a little over thirteen months after my wife, Michelle, just up and filed for divorce, stating irreconcilable differences. I was acknowledging the finality of the divorce, not really celebrating it. She said she loved me, but she needed to 'find herself.' She had become moody and withdrawn a few months before she left. She swore it wasn't another man. I still loved her, but I had so many unanswered questions.
I did hire a private investigator when I became suspicious, but nothing was found. She never worked late, never had long lunches, and never took days off. She did go to the library a few times, but my PI told me she was always alone in the research section. When she moved out of state after filing for divorce, I couldn't continue to pay a private investigator long distance for something that wouldn't affect the outcome. She had been friends with my coworkers, but none of them could get a response when they tried to contact her after she left. She dropped contact with everyone.
Our state was one that required a full-year legal separation to finalize a divorce, followed by the actual divorce process. Mine took a little over thirteen months. I told my friends the reasoning she gave, but I was sure most suspected she had cheated. I hoped the private investigators were correct, but most of my coworkers doubted it. Only my teammates seemed to believe her, but even they were confused by her sudden disappearance.
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We had married before our senior year because Michelle ended up pregnant. Our baby was due in mid-November. On the way home from a baby shower, back in Oklahoma, where her parents were, she was hit by another car carrying a pregnant woman on her way to deliver her child. Michelle's mother was just leaving the baby shower, so she rushed to the hospital before I could get there.
When I arrived, I was told that our baby had suffered injuries too severe to survive. Michelle swore that she had heard our baby cry and sounded healthy, but the doctor in charge told her it was a cry of distress, that our baby didn't survive more than five minutes before passing away. Michelle was adamant, but the nurse rolled an incubator with a dead infant in it and Michelle screamed and passed out.
The surgeries that followed meant that she would never again be able to conceive. We were both devastated and went through a lot of counseling. Michelle also had to go through physical therapy, as well. But going through the counseling together brought us closer than ever. We had maintained that closeness until the last few months of our marriage. Michelle's mother fell ill, and Michelle went to stay with her. Her mother only survived a couple of days after Michelle's arrival.
When Michelle came back, she was different. Some days she'd be really happy, other days, really sad. She evened out after a couple of months, but was always somewhere in between. Never really happy nor sad. Then she just walked in one day, handed me a stack of papers, and said I'd be officially served the next evening after I got off work. By then, she'd be gone. She picked up a suitcase I hadn't noticed sitting by the door, and walked out. I was too stunned to move. By the time I did, she was gone. She apparently had already blocked my number. All my calls went straight to voicemail without ringing. None of my text messages ever showed 'delivered.'
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All the ladies sitting with me knew what I was commiserating. We were all flirting a lot with each other, more so than usual. And not just between me and the ladies, but between the ladies, as well. It was all in fun, and we'd been working together long enough to know it was just for fun. This was the way we always acted when we went out. The ladies also knew I was a big joker. The flirting was part of my joking. I had always flirted in front of my wife, so it wasn't something that I hid from her. Sometimes, she even joined in. So, yes, I flirted more since Michelle had left, but I always tried to keep it at surface level; never suggesting that I was looking for more. At least until the divorce became final. Then all bets were off.
Over the summer, we got together at least once a week. When summer break started, there were only about three months left in the countdown to the divorce being final. I used those get-togethers to start looking at my teammates a little more. Not anything obvious, but with one thought in mind-- would any of them consider going out with me when the divorce was final? I still loved Michelle, and held out hope she might return, but I hated being lonely.
