Chapter 11 -- Karen's Sister and Brother-In-Law Join In
"She's doing what?!!!" Rachel shouted into the telephone to her mother Bev Price.
Carl, her husband, looked up with concern on his face and tried to figure out what was being said by listening to only one side of the conversation between his wife and her mother. He was feeding their two-year old who sat in a high chair with mashed carrots all over her face. Three other older children sat nearby watching cartoons on television.
Rachel went on, "And what's his name?" Pause to listen to answer. Carl relaxed a little; he figured Karen, Rachel's sister, was getting it on with some strange man. He scrapped some carrots off the toddler's face.
"And he lives with Karen AND this other woman?" Pause for a long answer. Carl's ears perked up -- a man living with two women. Now here was a guy he'd like to meet.
"And YOU'RE in love with him TOO?!!!" Even longer pause. Now, Carl paid rapt attention and wished he could hear the other side of the conversation. He thought of his mother-in-law - a beautiful pert woman approaching sixty that always looked as though she stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. She stayed in shape, really in shape; from time to time, usually around her visits, he'd even court fantasies of having sex with her.
"MOTHER!! HOW COULD YOU?" Rachel said loudly into the portable phone as she tried to leave the room so the children couldn't hear even her side of the conversation. Carl sat with the toddler, his imagination now running wild. Had Bev been in a three-way, or, if he pieced the bits of conversation together, a four-way? Wow! Bev often had surprises, but this one might be the best of all since he'd married her oldest daughter twelve years earlier.
Carl tried to listen to the distance conversation, but all he could hear now were the overtones of Sponge Bob Square Pants on the nearby television. He'd quiz Rachel later after the kids were in bed. He wondered if she'd be turned on by something her Mother did? He conjured up some erotic ideas based on the little information that he'd heard.
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Two hours later, the last of their children bid everyone goodnight and headed up to his room with his younger brother. Carl and Rachel headed to the bedroom too and got ready for bed.
"OK, Rachel," Carl finally asked standing in the middle of the bedroom with his hands on his hips, "What did your Mother do? Or was it Karen? Or both of them?"
Rachel had been unusually quiet since she got off the phone. She was clearly digesting what her Mother had told her. "Well," she started and gave a long pause, "let me tell this in pieces because you might not believe it all at once."
Carl nodded and encouraged her to go on as he sat beside her on the bed.
"Karen has apparently forged a relationship with a couple. I mean they're like ... living together ... really together. I guess Karen is ... well ... bisexual -- although that's my interpretation of what mother said. She's in love with both of them, and they love her."
Carl was biting his tongue. He had figured out at least that part of what was going on. Karen was Rachel's younger sister by two years; she lived in Sarasota, Florida, and by any standards was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. He nodded for Rachel to go on.
"So, Mom decided to finally go and see her over Thanksgiving. I knew she was planning that trip. They haven't had the best relationship since Karen moved to Florida ten years ago, and I think Mom wanted to patch things up. I think, Karen was being really bullheaded."
"And she didn't know about Karen when she visited?" Carl asked.
"No. She told me she found out the first day she was there. I mean about the three of them -- Karen and the couple, Jim and Lynn -- they sprang it on her. So, she told me it took her overnight to get used to the idea, and then she started to understand why they live together -- and why they are so happy together."
"And then?" Carl asked. He shifted closer to his wife and gently stroked one of her ankles.
"Well, it seems that mother fell for this man too. She didn't come right out and say it, but they had sex while she was there -- a lot of it! This man is like some Don Juan screwing my sister AND my mother -- and they both know about it, AND there's some other woman there too -- and some other man. My mind is getting all scrambled thinking about this whole thing. I think they were together too, although mom didn't say so."
"What a turn on," Carl said running his strong hand softly up one of Rachel's shapely legs.
"Oh, you'd think mud was turn on," she leered at him and half-heartedly brushed his hand away. Carl was a good-looking man: in his late thirties, brown hair, square jaw, and only the beginnings of a paunch.
"Well, you have to admit there must be something special about this man. He must be athletic or rich or something to attract this gaggle of women."
"No. Mom said he was in his early or mid-fifties. He's well to do, but not wildly rich. He widowed a year or so ago. She raved about him -- I mean LOTS of wonderful adjectives. She's really in love with the guy. I never even heard her describe my Dad that way."
"When did you talk with Karen last?" Carl asked.
"Good question - not for a month or so. I guess I should talk to my kid sister more often, huh?" Carl nodded. Rachel checked the clock; "It's too late to call tonight. I'll ring her at work tomorrow and see whether she can talk. I mean, I want details." She grinned at him lecherously.
Carl had been stroking Rachel's bare legs during most of the conversation. Now, he extended his reach to move closer to her cloaked pussy.