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Chapter 1: Loose Ties in Alaska
Part 2: Roadtrip
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The new morning had arrived, after a cold ending to the night between mother and son they both lay restless in the cold morning, unexcited to leave the warmth.
A couple minutes of silence shared later, a knock sounded on the bedroom door.
Entered a tall hunk, half naked man stretched against what became a seemingly small door in comparison to the large stature that pressed against it.
"John." murmured Marianne, staring up her 6ft 3inch giant of a husband.
John was a lady-killer. Possessing soft brunette medium cut curly hair, mixed olive-like skin, a muscular broad body build and piercing blue eyes. Always on display in one way or another too was his best weapon, rarely kept in his pants. An 11 inch punisher.
He was the man of the family, an alpha man in every which way possible.
"Hunter, you have your grades to pick up from school today. Don't forget.
Marianne my dearest, we have to deliver the wolves today as well. We can make the delivery whilst Hunter picks up his grades. I've told Kiarna to finalize any leftover packing. That way we can leave timely for Alabama, hopefully arriving by early night.
Up we get." Instructed John.
Without argument, Hunter begrudgingly dragged himself out of the bed and made his way out of the room giving his father as much visible attitude as possible as he did so.
Unbothered, John averted his attention to his beautiful but slightly pissed wife.
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Hunter, now outside of his parent's room, analyzed the living room. Spotting his sister sat at the corner table, eating her breakfast.
She was the only blonde-haired member of the four, her wavy hair stretching just below her shoulders. Also unlike the rest of her family, she was small and petite in stature, only being 5ft 2inches tall. Perfect for her brother to pick and plough around without struggle. Kiarna also had striking green eyes, just like her mother. All of which were accompanied by her cute b-cups. Through a combination of all these features, she was a sought after prize for her brother.
However, after the events of last night not even her breath-taking beauty could redeem excitement for the current anger Hunter exhumed.
Immediately upon exiting the bedroom, fury veiled his mind as he paced towards the corner table, seating himself opposite Kiarna. Not knowing where to begin a discussion underlyed by the succession of losses Hunter was sitting in, Kiarna opened the conversation.
"Hunter, good morning!" Kiarna cheerily greeted.
"Kiarna." Hunter replied, huffing and puffing between every breath, giving his best effort to make it as obvious as possible to Kiarna that he was upset with her.
Being no stranger to emotional intelligence though, Kiarna anticipated forms of resentment to be exerted towards her. After all, for the longest of time she was her brother's very own play-toy. Rarely ever touched by others. Let alone by someone as formidable or relationship-threatening as their aggrandized father.
Acknowledging her brother's current irritations, she led the conversation "I can tell you're angry with me. You don't need to huff and puff so hard. You have to understand I'm maturing into a woman. I can't be yours forever Hunter."
Unable to argue his sister's remarks, Hunter played silent.
"I know it's not easy, and i can understand that you may feel..." pausing momentarily to avoid ignitive word choice.
"...Uneasy. Sharing me may not be desirable. But it's life. I'm bound to have new interests and romances. You mustn't dwell over me." Kiarna spoke as she slurped on her cereal.
Words finally escaping Hunter's mouth, he responded starkly. "I don't like sharing."
"Hunter! You're charming, handsome and--" She interrupted herself by gulping down a spoonful of her breakfast.
"-- Have LOTS of skills many boys our age could only wish for. Honestly, you could get any girl you set your eyes on. I'm surprised you even stuck to me for so long." Now stroking his ego before giving him some more harsh words.
"Importantly though, Hunter. This is dad, there is nothing you can do against him. Don't be hasty to do something stupid. You should know very well any of the antics you may have used against others in the past to defend me won't be wise against dad. Moreover, perhaps pointless."
Unable to formulate a valid argument to what Kiarna had been saying, Hunter hung his head in newfound weakness.
"Where did I fall short? Why would she want father instead of me?" Questions filled Hunter's head.
Incapable of fighting his sister with words. Hunter stood up from the table, grabbed some breakfast and made his way to exit the cabin in an effort to clear his head.
"I'll be out with the wolves for a bit, then I need to make my way to the school. I'll be back before we need to leave for Alabama with my grades."
To which Kiarna nodded and replied. "Sure, be safe, love you."
With that, Hunter made his way out to the wolves. Not before hearing some thumping coming from his parent's bedroom. In response to which his anger furthered the pace at which he darted away from the cabin.
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John was now gazing at his covered wife, reading her face and acknowledging she may have been slightly hurt from the events of last night. More so due to the fact that no other woman had been involved in their sex life since their move to Alaska. Further so, after the realization that she was not even involved during the act.
Marianne's eye contact quickly flailed, she reached out of bed shortly upon Hunter's exit and stood to make the bed.
Standing in front of John's eyes was a half-naked Marianne. Her tits sitting upright, her curves expounding her beauty, and an ass to die for sticking out without her even having to arch.
As Marianne then arched over to reach for the duvet, she felt those blue eyes burning into her naked body. John's eyes admired his wife in all her glory. Peeking as deep through the now slightly stained silk-red lingerie that covered Marianne's pussy and crack would allow him to without any head adjustment.
Upon making the bed, Marianne stood upright again and still sexually frustrated clenched her jaw, staring down John as he continued to gaze.
"My love, I'm sorry." dropping his arm from the door, spoke John.
His apology ignored, Marianne began to walk towards the door.
"Babe, talk to me. Tell me, what are you more mad at? The fact I did it alone with Kiarna, or that I did it all?" questioned John.
Marianne stopped under close-contact with her husband, standing mere inches away from his overshadowing body, she looked up. John responsively tracked downward. Momentarily having to stave off from looking at his wife's tits.
Marianne looked at John, unsure herself which idea bothered her more. The fact that John may have a new romantic interest, felt to her as if she was being cheated on. She was trying to understand if this was out of sexual desire, or if it were more. Typically, they participated in polyamorous sex. Mostly due to the security of Marianne knowing there was no other woman worthy of John. However, one woman that she never accounted for, now newly began to pressure Marianne's peace. Worst of all, it was her own daughter.
For the first time, Marianne felt like she may actually have competition. Would she have felt better if she was in the middle of them? Or would it be too awkward for her? She didn't know.
After partial thought, she replied. "I'm honestly not sure John. I need more time to process it. To say the least, I'm not fond of it."
