Eva

The next few months were hectic as Eva went through her early months of pregnancy. We both had our internships, me student teaching at a high school in Brooklyn and her in a psychology practice. Then the afternoons were at our job at the ‘Y’ after school program. Our parenting of Cammy. Schoolwork at night. It was exhausting.

And then there were the hormones. Eva was all over the place emotionally, sometimes crying over the smallest of things, sometimes overjoyed over trivial, minor happenings. And she was horny, like all the time. It was great at first, but every night, sometimes in the morning before we had to get ready for the long day. I heard that some women go through that during their pregnancy and I figured it was heaven on earth. But sometimes it was wearing me to a frazzle.

Then, after her sixteenth birthday, I was helping teach Cammy to drive. She was going to Driver’s Education a couple of days a week after school, but she needed more practice than she was getting from her instructor. So on the weekends I was taking her to empty parking lots at first and then on quiet streets. After that we’d do the weekly food shopping so Eva could get some rest. I barely had time to watch football on Sundays, which had been my ‘thing’, something I really enjoyed and, most important, found relaxing.

We got through Thanksgiving, hosting Eva’s family and my aunt and uncle and their kids. It was a lot of work, but we did it, the three of us, plus some help from Phyllis and aunt Annette. After dinner, I insisted Eva get some rest while Cammy, Walt and Will and I did the dishes and other cleanup. When I sat next to my wife afterwards, she held my hand and gave me a loving smile and kiss, the best reward I could ask for. She was showing a little bit by then, just a small bump, and I rested my hand on her tummy.

By Chanukah, a few weeks later, her morning sickness was over. I got her a bracelet with three charms on it, one each for her, Cammy and me. Another would be added after our child was born, like the neckless we gave my sister for her birthday . She loved it, loved the idea that more could be added as we had more children. She got me a first edition of Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis, one of my favorite books. It had to be expensive and hard to find. It deeply touched me.

That night we were making love, me slowly moving on top of her, being overly careful about keeping my weight off of her tummy. “Bear, you don’t have to be that careful with me, at least not yet” she smiled as she lifted to meet my thrusts. “You’re not going to hurt the baby if your belly touches mine.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the way my cock slid along her clit.

I looked at her face, glowing with love, down at her growing breasts with nipples that were darker and thicker than they used to be, and her belly which was still showing just a small bump. I could tell, of course, because I knew her petite body so well, but it wasn’t obvious to most people yet. “I’m not taking any chances. I can bear my own weight. By the way, I’m madly in love with you, my Angel.” I leaned over carefully and kissed her warm lips.

“I love you too. More and more every day. My handsome Bear. Oh, there, right there. A little faster, please.” She grabbed my ass with both hands, prompting me to fuck her a little harder. “Oh my god, that’s wonderful.”

“You talk a lot” I said with a chuckle.

“And you love it when I do. The dirtier the better.”

“Guilty as charged. I love my kinky wife.”

“Then fuck me harder, dammit. I want to cum on your lovely cock.” Moved faster, arching my back to bury my cock deeper inside her very warm, very wet pussy. She still had great muscle control and when I made my cock flex inside her, she squeezed me as hard as ever.

“Oh god, honey, I’m almost there.” I fucked her as hard as I dared, her legs came back and she grunted out loud as she came before me, then I followed, adding my love to hers. Then I flipped to my back and pulled her on top of me so I could rest my arms and feel the warmth of Eva’s body on mine. It felt even more special than most of the times we made love. No particular reason. It just was one of those nights. “I am so in love with you, Angel.” We kissed a whole bunch of loving kisses.

“And I’m deeply in love with you. Thank you for taking such good care of me, Bear. For doing so much of the work around here. You’re going to be an amazing father.”

“Even though I’m scared shit? I’d feel safer jumping off the edge of the Grand Canyon.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You have great instincts and you’re so loving. Look how great you’ve been all your life as a big brother to Camilla.”

“That was easy. But I’ll be fine because I’ll be following your lead. You are going to be the best mommy.” We laid there quietly, enjoying the moment. Peaceful and loving. It may have been a bitter cold night outside but we were very warm together.

The next night we went over to my aunt and uncle’s to exchange gifts and have some of my aunt’s potato pancakes, which were just like my mom’s. Thin, crispy, oily and delicious. Cammy and I made them the night before, but they weren’t quite as perfect as aunt Annette’s. We helped her to see how we could improve our recipe for the future.

When we exchanged gifts, my aunt and uncle handed Eva and me an envelope. Cammy was smiling with an expectant smile. She was clearly in on something. The envelope had a reservation sheet for a four day weekend over the Christmas break for a hotel in the Pocono mountains. For two.

It was a great gift, a chance for us to get away by ourselves before Eva was too pregnant to enjoy it. She wouldn’t be able to do everything, like tobogganing or use a hot tub, but we would be alone, we could walk in the woods, and just enjoy some peace and quiet. “This is so thoughtful” I said, “but what about Camilla? We can’t leave her alone for four days.”

“We already talked to your sister, and she’ll stay here with us for a few days” my aunt said. “Take a mini vacation while you’re able. You two work too hard.”

It was a very sweet gift and it was expensive, during the holiday season. Cammy said “Go. You need to be alone for a few days. We worked it out before they made the reservations. I want you to go while you can.” My sister. My other Angel.

So December 27th, we left 10AM after dropping my sister off at our aunt and uncle’s house. We even felt like parents leaving their child with someone else for the first time, a little sad. We had become used to being her ‘parents’.

It was a 2 1/2 hour drive to the resorts of the Poconos in Pennsylvania from New York. We felt like when we were dating, singing songs and holding hands. Eva then slid across my car seat (I still had my old Ford, but I’d have to look into replacing it soon) and held my arm. It was romantic, just like it was almost four years before when we started. Eva was wearing a long skirt with boots almost to her knees and I put my hand on her left knee. She giggled, a sexy laugh.

“Bear, are you trying to tease me? Because I’m very horny. Just thinking about being alone with you has me that way. And now your hand is on my knee.” She grabbed my hand with hers and moved my arm so my hand was on her thigh. “Oh, look, it’s moving up! Do you want to move higher?”

“That depends. Are you feeling like being a Devil?” I grinned, my own dirty thoughts coming to mind.

“Definitely. I could use a very sexy man right now.” She guided my hand up, along the inside of her thigh. My touch was light but knowing. As my fingers found the outside of her panties, Eva let out a huge sigh. I wished I could have looked at her face, but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

I rubbed over the cotton of her panties, wondering in my kinky mind which pair she had on. Plain white? Black? A striped pair? Or those really sexy red ones with white hearts? I’d have to wait more than an hour to find out.

My fingers found her heat, the slit of her pussy as Eva spread her legs as wide as she could. She pulled her skirt around her waist; a trucker driving next to us would be able to see clearly what we were doing. We didn’t care; this was too much fun. Up and down my fingers went, pressing her panties into her crease, which was getting very wet.

Eva was moaning and squirming all around on the bench seat. “My dirty, dirty Bear” she whimpered, her eyes closed (I took a quick peek). “Fuck my cunt with your fingers!” She pulled her panties aside for me and I slipped a finger, then another into her soaked pussy. She gasped and lifted her right leg, pushing her foot on the dashboard, opening her pussy more for me. My fingers were pushing into her soft flesh, in and out, making sloppy wet sounds as they fucked her. Eva was lost in her own personal heaven, moaning “Dirty Bear” and similar words, over and over.

While she was lost in her reverie, we got shocked by an air horn from a truck on our right side. My fingers jumped out, dripping wet and she pushed her skirt down quickly as we looked over at a broadly smiling trucker before he drove ahead of us.

“Oh, shit, he scared me almost to death!” Eva exclaimed. Then she burst out laughing and I followed, both of us nearly falling off the seat. “Dammit, now I’m horny as hell!” We kept on laughing most of the rest of the way there, about forty more minutes.

There had been no snow in New York, but as we drove through Pennsylvania and climbed into the mountains, we started seeing snow on the ground. Traces at first, then more and more until the sides of the highway had large mounds of plowed snow plus more on the trees beyond the road. When we got to our hotel, there was at least a foot on the ground. Up the mountains behind the building, the ground was covered and we could see the skiers moving quickly down on powdery snow. Neither of us skied and we weren’t going to learn, not then. Eva couldn’t risk falling. We’d have to be careful walking.

We checked in and were brought to our room, and as soon as the bellboy left, I was attacked by an incredibly horny wife. Her coat wasn’t even off when she started kissing me lustily. “We have to finish what YOU started” she moaned as her coat hit the floor. “Now. NOW.” She was practically tearing off my clothes. Nothing like a very horny wife.

“We will, I promise, just let me go pee first, please?” I begged.

“You’d better come out of that bathroom naked with an erection! No excuses!” She was laughing hard, but Eva definitely wanted to get fucked.

I peed, washed and stripped quickly as requested. And I had the required boner too. I opened the door and Eva streaked by me, “Now I’VE got to pee!” she said, closing the door behind her. It was almost hilarious.

I stretched out on the bed, my tool in my hand, maintaining my stiffy until Eva came out, equally naked. She crawled on the bed and fell into a deep kiss and rubbed my throbbing hard dick. “You’re going to fuck me with this, aren’t you?” she asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

“Try to stop me.” My oozing precum gave her hand plenty of lubrication to stroke my dick. I wanted to just lay back and enjoy it, but I had an extremely needy wife, even more than usual since we were interrupted in the car.

Eva quickly moved to mount me, straddling my hips as her pussy engulfed my dick, easing down all the way until her slightly rounder ass was sitting on my thighs. She shifted around a little until she was comfortable. Then she closed her eyes and almost silently rocked back and forth, moaning with each movement, especially when she shifted forward and pressure from both our bodies pushed on her throbbing clit.

Very gently I toyed with her nipples, just enough to heighten her arousal. This was such an erotic fuck, sexy and lusty and loving. When she was ready, Eva leaned all the way forward so her slight tummy rubbed mine and we kissed while she ground her clit hard on the base of my cock, giving her a great climax. I touched her back and her ass lightly and Eva shuddered around me. “My sweet Bear” she gasped, “that was so wonderful. So lovely. We have the next few days to keep doing this to each other.”

“Yes we do. Just the two of us enjoying each other, my Angel.” I kissed her head and her nose and her lips. “Do you want to cum again, my love?”

“MMMM I would love to. Help me roll onto my back, baby.” We turned together, keeping my cock inside her until I was on top. I thrust this time, in and out nice and slow. A fine coating of sweat covered her body, giving Eva an extra level of beauty when she stared into my eyes. I felt her legs on my hips, urging me on, and I went faster but loving all the time. “Bear, I’m so close…”

“So am I, Angel…” I groaned, scrunching my eyes closed as my body erupted, filling her with my semen. The flood of warmth brought Eva off again. She held me tight with her legs and I kissed her with long deep kisses full of love. “I never get tired of loving you, Eva. Whether we’re just kissing and touching or being wild and dirty or anything in between, I love it all. I love you.”

Eva touched my cheek with the lightest touch of her fingertips. “I know just how you feel. Everything we do is amazing. Every kiss, every touch. I love you so much.” We rested together, perfectly content until Eva had to use the bathroom. Then she was hungry, unsurprisingly. It was too early for dinner and too late for lunch, but there was a coffee shop and a lodge that served lighter fare. So we got dressed and went down to the lodge and shared a turkey sandwich and I had a beer while Eva had a Sprite (no caffeine). We watched people coming in from outside, the skiers and tobogganers. We were a little sad that we couldn’t do some of the more vigorous sports but there was no way we’d risk our baby. After our snack we took a nap together, something we hadn’t been able to do in a very long time.

Over the next few days we slept in, ate well, went for a few walks on compressed snow on paths in the woods. We made a snowman which turned into a snowball fight and a lot of laughs. And we made love or had sex whenever we wanted. We took a sexy bath together our last night in the oversized tub. It was just a great getaway.

That last night we had sex, moving together in our natural rhythm. Eva was on top of me again, this time moving faster on my cock, which was twitching away inside her. Some of that was natural but some was me working to excite her. She was bouncing away, grunting as she got close to her orgasm.

“Don’t cum yet, Bear. Stay hard a little longer for…” her face widened with surprise.

I did the same, my eyes getting big. I felt it too. A slight shift inside Eva’s tummy. Our baby moved for the first time! Our orgasms were forgotten as my beautiful wife smiled broadly and she fell into my embrace as we kissed and laughed with joy.

“He moved!” I exclaimed. I already had it in my mind that it was a boy growing inside her. “I can’t believe he moved!”

“SHE moved, you mean” Eva said with the happiest laugh imaginable. “Oh, hell with it, our baby is moving!” We kept kissing and hugging. I just started singing to her, When a Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge, and Eva cried happy tears as we clung together. It was the most beautiful moment we shared in a long time, certainly since we adopted Cammy.

We waited for him/her to move again, but it didn’t happen that night. Still, it was such a mind-blowing experience for us. We stayed awake talking and kissing, warm in each others arms. “It’s really happening, isn’t it…daddy” Eva said with wonder in her voice.

“Yes it is, mommy. It’s as real as can be.”

Then, at the same time: “I love you.”: We giggled before we both finally drifted off to sleep. A very wonderful sleep.

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The next day, on our way home, we were mostly quiet, the quiet sound of two very happy people. We played music but didn’t even sing along. Everything just felt so right. Then Eva said “She moved again, Bear! Oh, another time! Give me your hand, quickly!” I reached with my right hand as I drove with my left, keeping my eyes on the road. She put my hand on her bulge, which was growing daily, and I felt two more movements before things calmed down.

“Honey, turn off the radio.” Eva leaned over and shut it and I started singing Danny’s Song by Kenny Loggins and my wife held my hand and cried.

“I’m glad you actually just sing for me, my sweet Bear. You could sing for Cammy too, if you want, and you’d better sing for our child. But otherwise, I love that you keep this for us. It’s so special, my love.”

“I’m very content to keep this our private thing. I couldn’t do it in public anyway. But I love that it’s for our family alone.” We held hands all the rest of the way home, over the Washington Bridge, on the highway, all the way until we pulled up at my aunt’s house to pick up Cammy.

We went in and thanked my aunt and uncle for such a wonderful gift, one that we’d remember the rest of our lives. And when we told them the baby started moving, everyone made a big deal, even my young cousins, Jerrold and Nick. It was an exciting time for everyone, and they all wanted to touch Eva’s belly in hope that the baby would move again.

Cammy of course insisted that the next time the baby moved, she would get to feel it. “I wish I had been there to feel it!” she said when we got settled at home. Eva and I laughed hard; it wasn’t a situation that would have been appropriate for my kid sister. She didn’t get the joke, not at first, but she must have figured out it happened during an intimate moment and Cammy laughed on her own.

Christmas and New Years flew by. The after school program did an all day extra program during the 11 days the public schools were closed, except for weekends and Christmas and New Years Days. We worked the program and then after the schools opened it was back to the regular routine, except that our own classes didn’t start again for a few weeks, giving us some needed free time until early afternoon. We had a few couples over for New Years Eve, a very mellow evening that could barely be called a party, and Cammy went to her first New Years party and slept at a friends house. Knowing there were boys at the party really tore me in two directions, like a father would feel. So Eva had a private conversation with Cammy a couple of days before. Eva didn’t give me any details (it was a mother’s responsibility) but they made an appointment with her Cammy’s gynecologist to start her on the pill. That was it, my little sister was really an adult for all practical purposes. It was hard to accept in a way. But I didn’t want her to come home pregnant one day.

In bed that night I asked Eva “So is my sister still a virgin? Do we have anything to worry about?”

“Jon, I’m not telling you that. It’s between me and Cammy. Sorry; there are some things a father, or brother, isn’t supposed to know. I never discussed this with my father. I barely wanted to talk about it with my mother. Sorry, Bear, it will have to remain a mystery for you.” It bothered me, but objectively I could understand her point. Certain things involving my sister were not my business. I would have to learn to deal with it. My sister wasn’t my ‘little’ sister anymore.

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We went for a sonogram in mid January, after my birthday and just before our final semester of undergraduate classes started. By then, Eva had a nice bump going on; she was obviously pregnant though not uncomfortable yet. We held hands while the technician rubbed the probe over her tummy, which looked incredibly sexy to me. “Looks like everything is good here. Heartbeat is strong and steady…limbs are normal, head is fine…do you want to know the sex?” he smiled.

We had discussed it and we did. We wanted to know and we told him. “Well, congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Grossman. See that little protuberance? Right there? That means it’s a boy!”

A boy. A boy! I would have loved a girl just as much, but my son was in Eva’s womb! “Honey, we’re going to have a boy!” I kissed her, crying my eyes out.

Eva was crying just as hard. “Sweetheart, are you happy? Really happy?”

“Honey, I couldn’t be happier. I’m thrilled actually! We’re gonna have a boy! I would have loved a girl too. I just want him to be healthy. But we’re going to have a baby boy!” We kept crying tears of joy, kissing and hugging until the technician asked us to get ready to leave so the next woman could enter.

In the car on the way home we stopped for something to eat to celebrate, pastrami sandwiches from our favorite kosher deli. They gave Eva a little heartburn but she had serious cravings along with sour pickles. She lived with the couple of hours of heartburn.

We smiled like two idiots for hours afterwards. We told Cammy that night and she was beyond delighted. Then Phyllis and Harold and Eva’s brothers, who were home for the weekend. My aunt and uncle. Various friends. Within a few days everyone special to us knew. Except my dad. We had no idea where he was, and it was a painful needle in my side. He should know he was going to have a grandson. Maybe it would have helped him straighten out.

That night we were having sex. Not making love; we were too turned on to keep things mellow. We were actually playing a little game. I was on my back rubbing lotion all over her belly, which had that linea nigra from her belly button to her pubic hair. Her skin was a little browner as well, all perfectly normal. And with the lotion it looked incredibly sexy.

She was moving back and forth over my cock, but not putting it inside her. Instead the contours of my dick were rubbing all over her swollen lips and the creases and gash of her wonderfully wet and hot pussy. She controlled the tempo, the rhythm, everything for her pleasure and mine. We were both making all sorts of erotic noises as my glans felt every groove of Eva’s exterior and she felt the ridges of the crown of my member stimulating her most sensitive places, especially her throbbing clit.

“MMM Bear…you are the sexiest man there is. I love how you’re touching me. It’s giving me all sorts of extra thrills.”

I kept gently massaging the high quality moisturizing lotion all over her belly and her thighs, not only to heighten her sexual pleasure but to limit her stretch marks which were starting to form. I was massaging her every night, whether we had sex or not. I enjoyed sharing it with her; it made me feel more like it was ‘our’ pregnancy.

“Angel, you’re more beautiful than ever. You’re glowing from head to toe. And you’re the most incredible piece of ass imaginable” I teased her.

She smiled down at me while she ran her fingers through my chest hair and all over my muscles, which were tighter than before. “You think so? Maybe that’s why you married me, because I’m a great lay.” She was giggling through the intense moans.

“No doubt. You’re not really that smart, you’re average looking, and you just have a mean streak in you.” It was fun teasing each other, even during great sex.

“It’s a good thing I love you so much, my loving Bear. Or I might have to beat you with my little fists.”

“I’m terrified. But it wouldn’t be a fair fight. I can’t hit a woman, especially a pregnant woman.” And back and forth. It wasn’t romantic but it was fun. We were teasing and being loving at the same time. And mashing my cock between our bodies as we were was doing great things to me, body and mind.

Evidently it was having the same effect on Eva. She moved faster, her body got very tense as she rubbed her clit over the shaft and crown of my cock. Her ass was moving very fast and her throat was emitting almost other worldly sounds as she came hard, making my lower body all sticky from her discharge. “Fuck, my hot Bear! That was amazing! I’m shaking all over!”

I was still caressing her tummy which was slick and shining, even in the low light of the room. “I can’t begin to tell you how gorgeous you are when you cum, Angel. I mean you’re stunningly beautiful. Like never before.” My cock was throbbing, still trapped against my own tummy with her thick lower lips surrounding my cock. The pressure was incredible. I was on fire but not there yet.

Eva took care of that. “I need to feel your hot cum, Jon. Right on my swollen belly.” She smiled, a dirty smile I loved when it was on her face. Eva lifted and shifted back a little, easing the pressure from my cock before she gripped it in her hot little hand. My dick was slick from her honey and once she had me against her palm, she moved forward a little again so the underside of my cock was right against her belly which itself was all slippery from the moisturizing lotion. Then Eva started to rise and fall, smothering my cock against her belly. I was in a whole new level of heaven.

“OHMYGOD! Angel, that’s unbelievable! What are you doing to me?!”

“Who, me? I don’t know what you’re talking about” she smirked, knowing damn well she was driving me insane. My Devil! “Does that feel good, husband?”

“Fuck yeah…Devil wife!” She moved faster, putting the pressure along my shaft, glans and base, all at once, and before I knew it I was spraying her tummy with thick globs of my hot, steamy cream. “OHFUCK! I’M FUCKING CUMMINGGGG” i moaned, grasping for the headboard as my body twisted around. The erotic situation and the way my love knew how to manipulate my body and mind had me enjoying one of the most incredible orgasms of my life.

When I finally came back to my senses, I could see my wife still straddling me with that big knowing grin, definitely the cat who ate a whole cage full of canaries. “Did that feel good, Bear? Did I satisfy you?” So playful!

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? You amazed me, like you always have done. Please come here. Or stretch out and get comfortable and I’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I do need to stretch out my legs.” She rolled to the side with my help and let out a huge sigh of relief as her legs went out straight.

“Here, let me help you.” I took more lotion and rubbed it into her thighs, all around, then down to her knees and then her calves and shins, and even to her feet.

“Jon, that’s lovely. You’re taking such good care of me. I’m incredibly lucky. And I’m so in love with you. You’re going to be such a great father if you take care of our son half as well as you do me and Cammy.”

“I’m so in love with you, Angel. How could I do any less than I’m doing? How could I do less for Cammy? And our son…” I was crying softly, between the emotions of the moment and the thought of our son, growing larger day by day. “I’m madly in love with all of you.”

“And I feel the same. Spoon me, Bear? My legs feel much better now.” I got behind her and held her snugly in my arms. I kissed Eva’s cheek and shoulder. And her neck, which she just adored. She was purring for me. “Could you sing to me, Bear? It always relaxes me when you do. It helps me sleep better.”

“Why don’t you get ready for bed first? Use the bathroom, I’ll make sure we’re locked up for the night. And I have to think about what to sing for you.”

“Whatever you want, Bear. It doesn’t even have to be romantic. Maybe something a little fun.” She winked at me as she went to the bathroom and I went to make sure the doors were locked and lights off.

I locked the front door, got us a large glass of water to share, shut off all the lights, then went to knock on Cammy’s door to say goodnight. I heard her talking on the phone, even though it was almost 11. So I knocked and said “Almost 11! Time to get off the phone, Cammy!”

“In a minute, Jon!”

“Make sure of it! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” She sounded put upon. I really was her parent as much as her brother. And I loved almost every moment of it.

I got back to our bedroom and I used the bathroom while Eva settled into bed. I joined her a few minutes later and, after she nestled her head onto my chest and I had my arm around her, I started singing Such a Night, by Dr. John. We had heard him sing that in the concert movie The Last Waltz that spring we met at a midnight movie and we both loved that song and we started buying his albums. As well as more by The Band. We were already Bob Dylan, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell fans. y that winter we had over 400 albums stored in plastic milk crates and Cammy even liked some of it while having her own tastes as well, and her own collection of almost 100 albums. There was a lot more music than television played in our home.

After singing that sexy and suggestive song, we drifted off into a pleasant, fulfilled sleep. We were going to have a boy. I don’t know how I got to sleep that night.

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As I said, we spread the word we were going to have a son to friends and relatives. That included some of my parents friends who were still important people to me. Not all could be invited to our wedding but they understood it had been a small and quickly set up wedding, and they understood why. Most still sent nice gifts. My parents had nice friends.

Sandy and Marvin had been at the wedding, though not Adrienne, but over the following years I kind of lost touch with them. Not speaking to Adrienne had something to do with that, I guess. But for this, I called them.

After some basic pleasantries I asked about Ade. Sandy said she was doing much better, was going into her third year at Iona, a Catholic college in Westchester, but you didn’t have to be Catholic to go there. She was even living on campus but could come home whenever she wanted. She was going for a degree in Sociology. I was thrilled she was doing so much better and gladly wrote down her phone number, though I had to think about calling her. Then I told Sandy that Eva and I were going to be parents of a boy in June and she gushed over the news and asked that she be included when the baby shower was planned.

Then she said something funny. Not ha-ha funny, but odd funny. “Jon, how’s it been working out being Camilla’s guardians? Is she doing well?” I hadn’t spoken to them since my father had his crisis and disappeared on us. The only way she could have known…

“Sandy, have you heard from my father recently? Please tell me.”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. “Jon…when did you last see your father or speak to him?”

“Last summer, after Eva and I became Camilla’s guardians, when we closed on dad’s house. My old house. He hasn’t been in touch with us since and we don’t know where he is. Do you?” I had an urgent sound in my voice.

“We haven’t heard from him in a couple of months. He was here for Thanksgiving but we haven’t heard from him since. Your father isn’t a well man, Jon, I’m sorry to say. The last we heard, he was living in a small apartment in Corona (a neighborhood in Queens, and back then, not a good neighborhood). He’s drinking a lot, but we told him he couldn’t drink if he came to our home. He looked terrible.”

“Sandy, do you have a phone number for him? An address? We’re all worried about him. And he’s going to be a grandfather. I’d like for him to know that.”

“We tried calling for New Years, but his phone was disconnected. I have the number here, and his address…” She gave me both and I promised to let her know if I found out anything.

I wondered how to handle this. I had to see if he was there; that was a given. But should I tell Eva or Cammy? Should I just go by myself? It was three days before classes were to start and I had the time. I figured I should talk to Harold and uncle Phil. So I called them and invited them to meet me for a beer at a local pub without telling Eva what it was about. I’d tell her when I got home, but I needed some advice first.

We sat at a table, each with a bottle of beer, and I told them what I knew. “Corona? What streets?” Phil asked. I told them, 102nd street and Christie Ave. Not actually a bad area, but mostly private homes with apartments, like Eva and my first apartment. But nearby were some very questionable streets. “Could be worse…could be better, though. Is he still drinking?”

“He was at Thanksgiving, though he didn’t drink at Sandy and Marvin’s. And he had to have his car then. I just don’t know why he hasn’t tried to get in touch with us.” I was distressed.

Harold said “Jon, you want us to come with you? Right now? We can be there in fifteen minutes.” Uncle Phil nodded his head.

I thanked them both and we took my uncle’s car and found the right address. There were three doorbells on the doorframe; we didn’t have a clue which could be his. We rang the bottom bell and a teenage Hispanic male came to the door. I asked about Abe and the teen told us the top bell. I rang the top bell before we went up to the top apartment. No answer, so I knocked on the door, hard. Finally we heard shuffling and then my dad opened the door.

It was even more shocking than I expected. He was 50 then but he looked about 70. His remaining hair was all white and his face was lined and there were broken blood vessels on his cheeks and his nose. He looked like a long term alcoholic though his problems only dated back about three years, on and off. “Jon. Phil, Harold. What a surprise. Come on in. His voice was almost dead inside.

He wore a brown, ratty robe and slippers, his skin was white as a sheet, his face was covered in stubble. I barely recognized him. And the apartment was in a shambles. Fast food wrappers and empty booze bottles were all over the place. The carpet was filthy and smelled bad and the small kitchen had dishes piled up, overflowing from the sink. Seeing him like this was beyond depressing.

“Sit, anywhere” he said, waving his hand around. I sat on a relatively clear space on an old loveseat with barely any cushioning. A small tv had on a basketball game. “I’m sorry I didn’t clean up. I…oh, hell, I don’t clean. As long as I pay the rent, the landlord leaves me alone.” His attempt at a smile was pathetic. “So, how are you, Jon? How’s Camilla? Eva?”

“We’re all fine, dad. Really well. Eva and I are graduating in May, We’ll both be working and I’ll be going to grad school at night while I teach during the day. Eva…she’ll work during the day…and take care of the baby at night. You’re going to be a grandfather. We’re having a son in June.”

“Hey, congratulations! You’re going to be a father. Give me a hug!” I couldn’t say no, but I made it a quick one. He smelled awful. “How’s Eva feeling?”

“She’s doing well, she had some morning sickness but it’s over now.”

“And your sister? Is she doing well, behaving for you?”

“She’s great, in the top ten in her class, thinking about colleges…she misses her father, though. Dad, what the hell are you doing here? Are you just drinking yourself to death? Is that your plan?”

“Jon…I don’t want to discuss it. If you came here to lecture me, I’d prefer you leave. How did you find me, anyway?”

“Sandy gave me your information. Why isn’t your phone hooked up?”

“I don’t need it. It saves money.”

“And the money you got from the sale of the house? How much is left?”

“Enough. I’m getting by. Did you get the safe deposit key?”

“Yeah, I forgot that when I last saw you. It was a shock when we opened that box. Why did you take Cammy’s money instead of using what was there? What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I wanted to get caught, I guess. I was looking out for your sister. I knew you’d step up and take care of her if I did something like that. Even when I threatened you…well, you know. She’s much better off with you than she would have been with me. Jon, please, don’t tell her you found me like this. I don’t want her to see me here, like this.” He was near tears.

“Then get yourself cleaned up, dad.” I took his hands in mine. “Get sober. Be a father again. You can leave Cammy with me; we want to keep taking care of her. But you can still be a father to her, and to me. And you can be a grandfather. Mom would want that.”

“Your mom…” he thought out loud. “Yeah, she’d be real happy to see me like this. I’m sorry, Jon. I just can’t. Just can’t.” He leaned back and shut it down. He’d given up. He didn’t want help and he didn’t want to help himself.

I got up to go. He asked Phil and Harold about their families, kind of cursory. They mumbled their reply’s, embarrassed for him. One last thing. “Dad, do you need anything? Money? I can get you money if you need.”

“Why, Jon? I’ll only drink it away.” He said it with a sadness I couldn’t bear. I had to get out of there; I didn’t even say goodbye. I ran down the steps, my eyes so full of tears I almost tripped and fell on my face. Harold and Phil were just a few moments behind me and they both hugged me outside the car, what felt like a long time, until I calmed down.

“Can we go home, please?” I begged. “I’ve got to get away from here.” Uncle Phil drove us back and I sat next to him in front, staring out the window, lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t understand what happened to my father. He was a great father when Cammy and I were growing up. Warm and loving, strict when he had to be but he never hit us. He and mom loved to flirt and dance and laugh. What happened to that man?

I understood what he meant about stealing Cammy’s money and how he threatened me. He wanted to get caught by me. He knew how I’d react, insisting on taking care of my sister instead of leaving her with someone who was unfit for the responsibility. In his own twisted way, he was protecting her. Fuck, he still had it in him to be a good man.

“Jon, are you going to tell Eva and Cammy about this?” Harold asked from the back seat. “It’s your decision, but I don’t want Eva to be upset while she’s pregnant. Cammy also should be protected. That’s what I think.”

Uncle Phil said “I also think you shouldn’t tell your sister, not now. But I don’t think you’ll be able to hide it from Eva. She’s going to see it on you. Hear it in your voice. Wives know.”

Harold realized Phil was almost certainly right. “Yeah, she’s too sharp to hide this from her. If you tell her, just do it easy. Fuck, how did Abe get this way?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same question on and off for years now” I said with an infinite sadness. “I have to tell Eva, guys. And I’ll try to keep it from Cammy, but she’s just as sharp as Eva is. She may see it on me as well. But I’ll try to keep it from her. Hopefully. Damn him.” My own emotions were all over the place.

They let me off at my home, and I reflected, before I went inside, how I’d gone from the highest high of my life to a low almost as low as when my mother died. In a matter of days. Thank goodness I was going home to people who loved me so much.

I got inside and put on my best mask, so to speak. “Hey ladies, did you miss me?” Eva said of course as she gave me a hug and kiss while Cammy said “Eh”, busting my balls and giggling.

Eva asked what I was talking about with Phil and Harold and I told her we discussed what we needed to do in what would be the baby’s room, painting and other things. We would even try to get her brothers to help out. It was plausible enough and we would have to talk about those things, and soon. She could tell I was hiding something and I hugged her and whispered we’d talk it over after Cammy went to bed.

Later that night, when we were in bed and after I rubbed the lotion into her belly, Eva let me be for a while before she finally said “All right, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me. What did you talk about with my father and Phil? I know it wasn’t painting the room. You’re way too morose for it to have been something so innocuous.”

“I can’t hide anything from you. I’d better never have an affair.” I tried a smile that kind of failed.

“Probably not. I’d catch you in a heartbeat.” She cuddled close to me. “Come on, Bear. You know you can talk to me. I love you more than anything in the world.”

Eva started stroking my hair and my cheek as I held her, and I told her the entire story, from when I spoke to Sandy all the way through when I walked in the door a few hours before. She didn’t interrupt me once, letting me tell the tale, pouring out my aching heart. When I was finally done it felt like a ton of bricks lifted off my back.

“Jon, my sweet Bear, I’m so sorry. If I could take your pain away I would, without a moment’s thought.”

“You already did, honey, just by listening. I really feel better. But I am at a loss. I wish he would help himself, or let us help him. If you had seen him, the way he’s living…he looks twenty years older than his age. It broke my heart.” She kept touching me gently, rubbing her hand over my chest, giving me soft comfort.

“He’s determined to drink himself to death, Eva. I told him he’s going to be a grandfather and it didn’t change his attitude. He’s completely given up.”

Eva whispered softly in my ear. “Let me help you, Bear. You can just relax. Take your mind off what’s hurting you so much.” She grasped my cock in her fingers and thumb and teased the head as her other hand gently played with my balls.”

I kept talking. “I don’t know what to say to Cammy…oh, honey…what to say…”

“Shhhh not now. Just let your mind think of good things. Of you and me, when we made love on the beach in Guadeloupe, of the loving times we’ve shared…”

“My god, honey, you’re so sweet, so wonderful.” I had my eyes closed but I turned to kiss her and felt her round tummy against me. The curves of her larger breasts, her leg rubbing on mine.

“You’re very sweet as well, my love. I’d do anything for you. You’re my knight in shining armor. My champion. My love.” Her hand was gliding along my cock and her thumb was rubbing circles around my glans as precum kept leaking out to give ample lubrication. “I just want to get your mind off your worries. My handsome, loving husband. Just let yourself cum, baby. Just let me love you.”

I grunted and turned from side to side as my mind went blank except for the most lovely images I could remember of the two of us. Then I kissed her, looked at her gorgeous glow and amazing body and I shook all over as I came, hot semen covering my groin and tummy and her hand. I went from an emotional mess to a more relaxed man.

“You’re amazing. My sweet love.” I turned and held her close in my arms as I had a short cry. “You know just what to do for me.”

“That’s not so hard to figure out, Bear. We know each other so well. I wanted to take some of your pain away so we could talk from a more objective place. Let me go get a warm towel and clean us up and then we can talk a little more.”

Eva came back to bed a few minutes later (she needed to pee; it was getting to be a frequent need) and wiped my lower body clean. We pulled up my pajama bottoms, something I started wearing as a concession to having my sister living with us, and I kissed my loving wife. “Let’s finish talking about this tomorrow. I have something I want to do for you. Come, lay in my arms.” Eva snuggled up to me and, as I stroked her long hair, I sang Your Song by Elton John. I sang with all the love and emotion the song deserved, especially under the circumstances, with all the tenderness I felt for her. She melted into my body and her breathing became regular and peaceful before I finished. I kissed her head, helped move her body slow and easy so she wouldn’t wake up, and we slept fairly well under the circumstances. My loving wife. She always knows just what I need.

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The next morning, after using the bathroom, we talked a little more, mostly about whether we should tell Cammy or not. Eva, against both her father and Phil’s advice, said we should tell her. “How do you think she’ll feel if she ever finds out you knew about your father and hid it from her? She’s not twelve anymore. She over sixteen now. It’s going to hurt her when we tell her, but she’s shown she’s no weakling. She can take a lot, especially with us to help her.”

I thought it over and agreed, with some reservation, that Eva was right. My one objection: “What if she still wants to see him? Even knowing what a wreck he’s become? I can’t even call him first to clean up a little.”

“We’ll all go together. You can go up first to warn him and get him cleaned up enough for his daughter. Jon, it’s her father. She has a right to know.”

I went along and we went into the living room where Cammy was, watching CNN and reading a book. I put up a pot of water for tea, caffeine free for Eva. When it was brewed we sat down with her on the couch on either side of my sister.

“Uh oh. What’s going on?” she asked nervously. She could tell something was up.

“Cammy,” I said, taking her hand, “we have to talk about something. Yesterday I found out where dad is living and I went to see him last night.”

She sat up straight and squeezed my hand. “And? What, Jon? Is he ok?”

“He’s fair, I guess. He’s drinking, heavily and he looks…old. He looks like a drunk, really. He’s living in a dump apartment in Corona, part of a house. Honey, he’s pretty much given up on life. He didn’t even care much about becoming a grandfather. It didn’t make him want to clean himself up. It was so hard to see him like that.”

“Call him. I want to talk to him now!”

“Honey, he doesn’t have a phone. We can’t call him.”

“Then I want to go there and see him. Today. I’ll go in the shower now.” She started to get up and Eva held her arm.

“Sweetie, he doesn’t want to see anyone. He’s not interested in getting better. I don’t know if you want to see him the way he is.”

“Well I do! Take me to him today! He’s my father, dammit!” That got me. She never used any sort of language like that in front of me.

“Ok, Cammy. We’ll get cleaned up and get something to eat on the way. But I have to go into his place first while you and Eva wait. His apartment is a mess and so is he, to be honest.”

“I don’t care, I want to see him.” She stormed off to go in her shower.

Eva and I got cleaned up too, we got dressed and went to breakfast, a very sullen and quiet breakfast. Cammy was a mix of emotions inside. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea.

Eva used the bathroom and while we were alone, my sister said “Were you going to keep this from me, Jon? Tell me the truth.”

“I thought about it. Eva said we should tell you, that we should stop treating you like a child.” I looked into my coffee cup, feeling guilty.

“She’s right. You’ve got to stop protecting me all the time. I’m an adult, almost.”

“You’re wrong, honey. It’s my job to protect you for the rest of your life, if I can. That was the responsibility Eva and I agreed to last year. You did too.”

“Jon, you’re my guardian, but you’re not my father. Remember that.” She said it with a bitterness I never heard in her voice before. I just let it go.

We drove over there and they sat in the car while I went up to his apartment and knocked loudly. No answer. His car was out front. He had to be home. I knocked harder and heard a thumping sound, a loud one that I could feel through the floor. I tested the doorknob and it was open. Great.

I went inside, didn’t see him in the living room so I went into his bedroom. He was passed out on the floor. That’s the sound I heard and felt, him falling out of bed. He must have really tied one on after I left the night before. Fuck.

I helped him sit up on the floor. “Dad..dad, wake up!” I lightly slapped his face, trying to bring him around.

“Lemme ‘lone” he said, mostly asleep.

I kept fighting his instinct to go back to sleep and got him up and into his bathroom. I got his robe off, then his shorts, which hadn’t been clean in a long time, and put him in the shower, then I blasted him with hot water. He howled as he broke through his alcoholic fog. “What the hell are you doing, Jon? Why are you here again!”

“Because your daughter insisted on seeing you, despite my better judgement! Where the hell is the soap in here? Shampoo? Don’t you have anything to wash up with?” I was furious with him.

“Soap…by the sink” he muttered. I got the bar (no shampoo) and got him washed up as best I could. I gave him a towel I found behind the door, a decent one at least, and got him dry. No shaving cream or razor. Scruffy he’d be.

I got him back in his bedroom and found some clothes in the cheap dresser that came with the apartment (all the furniture did) and helped him get dressed. When I put his shoes on, he said “Jon, this is a bad idea. Tell her I can’t see her, tell her I’m sick or I’m drunk, I don’t care. I can’t see Camilla like this.” His eyes showed terror. I understood. He wasn’t scared of her; he was frightened of her disgust.

“Dad, you have to see her for a little while at least. She’ll never believe me if I try to tell her anything like that. You have to man up here. Do you have a warm coat? I don’t want to bring her or Eva up here. Especially my pregnant wife. I don’t want her breathing the air here.

He looked defeated as he got his old overcoat that he had for ten years at least. It had seen better days. “All right, lets go downstairs.”

We went down, dad kind of trudging, like going to a firing squad. We went out the door and Cammy was out from the back seat like she was shot from a cannon. She ran over to dad while Eva got out from the front seat. My sister hugged my dad like she’d never let him go.

“Daddy, I missed you so much!”

“I know, CammyGirl” he said, using a nickname he hadn’t used in at least five years. “I missed you too.” The finally let go and Eva went and kissed him and gave him a brief hug.

“Hi Abe. It’s good to see you.” She said it in a non-committal manner.

“You too, Eva. Look at you. You look great. How are you feeling?”

“Mostly fine. Hormones…you know.”

“Yeah. I know.” Cammy was holding his arm. “I wish I could invite you inside but…” he said sheepishly.

“It’s ok daddy. Did you eat? Could we take you to get something?” Cammy was eager to help.

“Um, it’s ok, I don’t need anything.” He was shaking a little. He needed a drink, I could tell.

“We don’t mind, daddy, right Jon?” She looked at me like I’d better agree with her.

“Sure” I said without enthusiasm. “We can get you something to eat.”

“Jon, can I talk to you for a minute?” Dad took me aside. “I can’t sit through a meal, even a fast one. I need a couple of drinks before I do anything.” His hands were fidgeting around. He was a real alcoholic. Tremens and all.

“Dad, what do you want me to tell Cammy? That you’re a drunk and can’t do anything without drinking first? Or that you can’t sit in a restaurant because you’re too ashamed to be seen in a public place?” I was seething inside because he was about to break my sister’s heart.

“Jon…I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” He was crying as he bolted past Cammy. “I’m sorry!” He ran up into his apartment and my sister broke down, brokenhearted like I knew would happen.

I went to hug her and she pulled violently away from me. “It’s your fault!” she shouted. No, screamed. “You’re pushing him away! You love being in control of my life!” She ran back into the car and we could hear her sobbing away. It was tearing my heart to pieces.

“Give her time, Bear. She’s emotional right now. He hurt her terribly and she doesn’t know how to process it yet. She’ll be ok. Let me sit in back with her while you drive us home.”

Eva got in back and Cammy held her while she cried. I hated hearing her pain, feeling it. She was my sister and I was supposed to protect her, legally and emotionally. I knew this was a bad idea.

We got home and Cammy went to her room and slammed her door. She stayed there the rest of the day except when she needed to use her bathroom. Not a word from her, no music, we didn’t hear her on the phone. I ached for her.

Eva sat with me on the couch while we watched something totally forgettable. I was pretty silent as well. We all were. Finally Eva tried to break the ice. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I know you’re feeling like I made a huge mistake. Maybe I did. She’s hurting now. We all are. But I think she needed to see how far gone your father is. She needed to know he’s probably not going to come back into her life. We’ll still be here for her. All her life. All of ours.” She stretched her legs across my lap and kissed me, and I couldn’t be angry at her. I just couldn’t. I was way too in love with her for anger to really take hold.

“Angel, there’s nothing to apologize for. I understand what you were trying to do, and maybe it was the right thing. I’m not sure yet. I do know you were trying to help our sister- yes, our sister- from the best part of your heart. We’ll let her mull it over today and tonight and we’ll talk in the morning. Thank you for trying. You’re my forever love.” I kissed her tenderly and rested my hand on her tummy. As if he knew, our baby boy started kicking and we kissed again.

I made dinner, nothing special, just chicken breasts over rice pilaf with mushrooms. Eva called Cammy down to dinner and she called back through her door that she wasn’t hungry.

“Too bad. Your brother made dinner for all three of us, so get down here. Even if you don’t eat, you’re sitting with us at the table.” I smiled at her; she was going to make a great mother.

Cammy came downstairs, still grim, and ate a bare minimum. We didn’t try to make her talk; we just ate a quiet dinner. We were supposed to go to a movie with another couple we knew from school, but we canceled during the afternoon; we were not in a going out mood. Instead I went to the video store and rented a few movies for the VCR (including one for Eva and I alone, maybe the next day). I picked up some ice cream and when I got home, Cammy was sitting with Eva, waiting for me.

“Hey ladies. This is a nice surprise.” I put the ice cream away and got into my pajamas and my robe and came into the living room. Before I sat down Cammy said “Jon, could we talk?”

“Sure, sis. Anytime. You know that.”

“I’m sorry about how I treated you earlier, both at the restaurant and after we saw dad. I was pretty mean to someone who has sacrificed so much of his life for me.”

“Cammy, you don’t owe me an apology. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes I do, Jon! I was upset because you were looking out for me. How dumb is that? You were trying to protect me from what you knew, or at least suspected, would happen. He’s really gone from us, isn’t he? Dad I mean.”

I sighed as I knelt in front of her on the floor. I looked her right in the eye. Now was a time for honesty. “Yes, sis, I think he is. He’s shown no desire to stop drinking. I don’t know if he feels he can’t or if he just doesn’t want to. But unless something changes inside him, I don’t know if we’re going to see him again,” Alive, I thought to myself. I’m sure Cammy was thinking much the same, but I wouldn’t say it to her.

She looked away for a minute, wiping some tears from her eyes. “Jon, Eva, if he’s going to keep drinking like that…I don’t want to see him. I’d much rather be your de facto daughter.”

Eva and I both grinned. “De facto? Are you taking Latin and we don’t know it?” Eva asked humorously.

“No. I just read a lot. Seriously though, I don’t want to see him like that. Unless he asks for our help. Otherwise, he should just stay away from us. Guys, why do people drink, anyway?”

I sat next to her on one side with Eva on the other. “Cammy. have you tried alcohol? Wine, beer, liquor? You can tell us the truth; we won’t be angry.”

“No, never. I’ve seen what it does to dad and I have no interest. I know you two like wine, mostly. Sometimes a beer or a drink. Well, you used to.” She nodded her head towards Eva, who was alcohol free since she got pregnant. So was I for the duration except the beer I had the night before.

“Yes we do enjoy it, as many adults do. In moderation it’s enjoyable and it can make you feel relaxed. It can be a social thing as well, sharing a drink or two with friends and family. But alcohol is a toxin. Too much and it can kill you. Even more than a little can be dangerous. You know, you took the health classes and drivers education. You know about the dangers of drinking and driving, or using drugs and driving. You know about other drugs too, right?”

“Yeah. I’ve tried marijuana. I liked it but not that much. Nothing else. What about you?”

“I smoked grass sometimes. I quit not long after we got married. Eva tried it a few times with me, but she didn’t care for it all that much either. Neither of us have ever tried anything else. And Cammy, remember you’re sixteen. Everything is illegal for you. Including wine and beer. And no matter what, don’t get into a car being driven by someone who’s been drinking or using drugs. That’s how you get hurt, or worse. I know we’ve told you to call us if you’re unable to get home with a safe ride. We’ll get you. That’s it, lecture over.”

“Lecture heard.” She kissed Eva on her cheek and then did the same to me and gave me a huge hug again. “Jon, I’m sorry I was so horrible to you earlier. I was just upset about some things.”

“Hey, kiddo” (I hadn’t called her that in a couple of years) “I told you, you don’t have to apologize to me. I love you unconditionally. Just like our little boy getting bigger in Eva’s womb. Just like Eva. I love you all unconditionally.”

Eva hugged her from the other side, touching my arms and I saw the loving tears in her eyes. “Same here, Cammy. We’re a loving family, no different than any other. Even if twenty years from now, when you’re living on your own or with your own family, you’ll always be able to come to us for help or advice or if you need a place to stay. You’ll never be abandoned. That’s a guarantee.”

We all sniffed away our tears, used a few tissues, and all was well with us again. Cammy scooped bowls of ice cream for each of us and we watched an outrageous comedy, S O B, an R-rated spoof of Hollywood. It had some brief nudity but my sister was very mature and dealt with the scene of breasts being shown as well as some very suggestive sexual content. Much better than I did with her in the room. I had to get used to treating her like an adult.

Later, when Eva and I were pulling down the covers to get into bed with her wearing one of my favorite nighties (short, white, designed for pregnancy, with lots of lace; grrrrrr), she started clapping her hands in my direction. “Congratulations, baby! You handled seeing Julie Andrews breasts with your sister very well!” My wife the smart ass.

“Ha ha. I think my face went ten shades of red. Not to mention when that orgy was going on. I don’t know how my head didn’t explode. I mean, I know they didn’t show any actual sex, but it was pretty well implied. A few scenes of naked boobs, and don’t forget that scene with Robert Vaughn in a corset and garters and stockings. Hubba hubba.” Remembering that scene got rid of the embarrassment and got us laughing hard as we climbed into bed.

“Hmm did seeing a man in women’s lingerie turn you on, Bear? Would you like to wear some sexy stockings or a pair of my panties?” I thought she might be just teasing me, but there was a huskiness to her voice. And what she was suggesting…

“Honey…are you just playing around with me? Or are you serious?”

“Baby, I’ll try almost anything with you. I’ve got a couple of things that should fit you. And your cock is telling me he’s interested.” I couldn’t deny it; I was like steel in her hand and my balls were tingling. She was reacting as well, I could hear her breath getting shallow and quick and her nipples were like pebbles in her sexy nightie. I kissed Eva hard, our tongues racing back and forth in each others mouths as we touched each other with great need. I was absolutely turned on by the idea.

Eva giggled as she got out of bed and went to a lingerie drawer in our dresser. After searching a few seconds she came up with a pair of fishnet stockings and tossed them to me. “Here, try to put these on. Carefully if you can, Bear. Try at least not to tear them up.” Nervously, I fiddled with them, remembering how she put stockings on, by rolling them up and then rolling them over the foot and up the leg, Maybe it was the fishnet design but they went up my thicker legs fairly easily, up to mid thigh. They felt strange and they were hardly stylish on my muscular, hairy legs. But still, there was something very erotic about them on my body, the way they felt. Eva was feeling it too as she looked at me. She was touching herself between her legs, perhaps unintentionally. “Sexy” she growled. “Now try these.”

“Ummm Angel.. I don’t know about this.”

“No one will ever know besides the two of us. Just try it. For me?” She batted her eyes at me in an almost comical manner, but those blue eyes held a lot of heat as well. Aw, fuck it. I took the pair of white silky panties, cut for a very pregnant woman. Wider leg openings, big in the waist and belly. I put them on carefully as well, and they fit pretty well, though a bit tight in my crotch. I think that actually made them feel good, the silky snugness pressing on my erect cock and swollen balls. It wasn’t cut for comfort in mind for a man. But damn, the silk felt great on my hips and my ass. I couldn’t deny I was really turned on.

So was Eva. “Bear, you look so fucking sexy. I have to have some fun with you.” She jumped on the bed next to me, at least as best she could with her round belly, and we were kissing like our first time. She rubbed her leg between mine, feeling the texture of the stockings from the other side, like I often felt, and she was rubbing the rest of her body on mine. What she loved most of all was the silk covered dick caressing her tummy and aiming at her sloppy pussy, covered by her own tiny pair of lace panties. That was getting to me as well.

“I have to have you” I growled in her ear, and Eva threw her head back, offering me her neck and her ear. “I may be dressed like a woman, but I am going to fuck you like a MAN!” She cried out loud, louder than we would usually allow when we weren’t home alone. We were both too hot to worry about it. I lifted her nightie over her belly and tore her panties off her (oh well, I owed her for another pair of panties). She pulled my cock over the top of the silk panties I had on, leaving them on my body as I got on my hands and thrust my dick into her in one fast, hard thrust.

Eva grabbed a pillow and covered her mouth as she screamed through a powerful orgasm, then I shoved it out of the way so I could see her face, pink with lusty fire, and I kissed her hard again as I lunged into her pussy over and over, mindful of her belly which thankfully wasn’t huge yet. She grabbed my ass tight over the panties, spurring me on to fuck her hard and deep. We were grunting, cursing, doing our best to keep from getting too loud but we might have failed at that.

Eva pulled her left leg back and up, hooking it over my shoulder, enabling me to go as deep as possible in her creamy pussy. She was still incredibly limber and we were still able to fuck with me on top as long as I didn’t put my weight on her lower body. My balls slapped her ass, her nails dug into mine through the panties and we were pounding away at each other. Then she lowered her leg; it was beginning to cramp up. I pulled out, kind of frustrating for us both, but Eva needed a break. I moved next to her and held on gently, caressing her tummy and down to her pussy, keeping her fire warm, kisses stoking the flame for us both. And I was still wearing those silk panties and fishnet stockings.

She turned away so we were spooning. Our legs were rubbing, my front on her back and her soft ass, and we kept touching and kissing each other. “You’re so good to me, Bear. I doubt many men would put those things on for their wives. They’d think it would make them gay, which is just foolish. We’re having a great time and there is NOTHING gay about you.” We never cared if someone was gay or lesbian or anything else; it was their personal business. “You’re straight as a line, my sexy Bear. Panties notwithstanding.” She chuckled and I laughed with her.

“I have to admit, it feels kind of sexy. The way it feels on my ass when I thrust back and forth. And it really feels nice on my dick and my balls. Like it’s fondling me. Not as nice as you do, of course. Nothing feels as good as your touch, Angel. And nothing feels as wonderful as your kiss. My perfect love.”

“You are the sweetest man. But I want to see how this feels.” Eva started sliding her hand up and down along the length of my cock, over the panties. The silk moved a little with her hand motion and the way the material rolled over the shaft and glans of my penis under her touch was amazing.

Then her ass moved over my balls while her legs massaged mine. “My god, Angel…that’s unbelievable!” I kissed the back of her neck as I reached around her tummy to circle her clit with my wet fingers. Wet from my saliva and wet from the juices flowing from her pussy. I rubbed my fingers all along her slit, her clit surrounded by the length of my fingers, up and down the sides. She pushed harder on my cock and balls as I moved faster around her clit and her lips. We were grunting again, almost at our peaks. Eva lifted her upper leg and swung it back behind her over my hip, opening her pussy wider. That let me really squash her throbbing pearl and she came as loud as she dared while trying to stifle the loudest sounds by kissing me. Her fingers were flying over my panty covered dick and a few moments later I came with an almost silent groan, exploding into the tender silk, covering the inner panels with thick gobs of my semen. I kept twitching as my balls were tickled in the panties until I could shoot no more. Not even a dribble.

I pulled Eva around so we were face to face and kissing like the deeply in love people we were. We both had these incredible orgasms, mind blowing, sensuous, loving, naughty. Everything. Every sensation and every emotion. It was beautiful in every way.

We calmed down over the next few minutes, then took turns using the bathroom (I REALLY had a lot to clean up!); I even rinsed out the panties and then I took off the stockings and put my pajamas back on. I joined Eva back in bed and shared the most romantic kisses with her.

“I’m never going to doubt you when you suggest something again” I said right into her ear, causing her to laugh lightly. “Anything you want to try, I’m game, Angel. I think.” I laughed with her.

“The possibilities are endless, Bear. We’re going to have to think about that. Especially after we have the baby. And by the way, those are your panties and stockings from now on!” We laughed again, joyful, intimate laughter. “I love you Bear. I know this was a tough day. I’m glad we were able to end it on such a high note.”

“Thank you, Angel. That really took away the remaining pain from earlier. I love you with all my heart.” We kissed a few more times, then we cuddled on our way to dreamland.

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The next morning, Sunday, the day before Eva and I started our last semester for our undergrad degrees, we were sitting with Cammy at breakfast. She was unusually quiet, but she wasn’t upset. We both figured what was up with her. Oh god, we’d have to deal with this.

“Ok, Cammy. Tell us what’s got you smiling like a cat who ate the canary. Spill the beans.”

“You two were LOUD last night” she giggled. “Wow. my perverted brother and sister-in-law.” She broke out in peals of laughter while Eva and I wished we could fall through the floor. “My brother must be an animal!” She was almost on the floor.

“All right, have your fun” Eva said with a busted expression. We were. caught almost red handed. “I thought you were offended when you heard those sounds.”

“That was different. That was my dad and that bitch just behaving like children. I know how much you really love each other. But I never heard you two like that before. I hope some day I meet a man who can make me feel like that.” She was still smiling.

I got up, my food half eaten. “Ok, I have to walk away from this conversation before I put you up for adoption.” I walked into the living room while both women laughed hard again. Eva and I had nothing to be ashamed of…well, not too much. I was grateful my sister wasn’t grossed out by the situation.

Later she went to hang out with some friends and Eva and I watched our dirty movie before having some more great sex together. Well, we watched about half the movie. We never did find out how it ended.

We got back into the rhythm of classes again, working after school, finding time to write our various papers. Eva also grew bigger and bigger. By April she was waddling more than walking and she was peeing every half hour, or so it seemed. She handled her pregnancy very well, no major problems. And our son was kicking like a soccer player.

Cammy kept up her excellent grades and got involved with a new young man, Trevor, who evidently was the object of all her friends desires. And he fell for my sweet, beautiful sister. They started dating in March and by the time school ended in late June (after the baby was born; more on that in a little bit) they were telling each other they loved each other. No real surprise. She was almost 17 by then. Of course I worried about her getting hurt, but you have to take the chance first, to fall in love, or you won’t get hurt. Fucked up, I know.

In early May, while Eva and I were finishing our final papers, we took a little time to talk about it. We knew she was sexually active, and that was tough for me to process. But she was so happy, still working with us at the after school program three days a week, her grades were still great. She was an amazing young woman and we were so proud of her. And Eva’s parents told us we should be proud of ourselves for doing such a great job with Cammy.

May 16th was a Monday. It was also our graduation day. We dressed in our best clothes and before we went over to the school with our caps and gowns, we took a little while to exchange gifts. I gave Eva a briefcase to carry all her papers for work, which she was going to start the following January. We had it figured out and she was going to work for the firm she interned for. I was going to start teaching in the Fall and start grad school at night twice a week.

Eva gave me a nice watch, more expensive than I would have wanted her to buy. But I love watches and it was too nice to protest over. Then a knock on our bedroom door, “Hey you two! We have to get there or we won’t get good seats!” Cammy was referring to her and Eva’s parents.

“You ready to graduate, Mrs. Glazer-Grossman?” I asked, kissing her softly.

“I am, so ready. How about you, Mr. Grossman-Glazer?”

“You bet, baby. What about you?” I asked her belly, now basketball sized. “Are you ready to graduate with mommy?” He gave a kick in response. He was due to make his big arrival in a little over two weeks. It could be anytime.

We met with Eva’s parents and brothers. We managed to get an extra ticket over the two allotted to each of us by explaining our circumstances to the director of the ceremony. They had extra tickets for such circumstances.

We sat together, holding hands, though we were called up at different times to the stage. I cheered loudly for her and then she cheered just as loudly for me. She actually got a louder applause, being pregnant and graduating sixth in our class. I was twenty second. She had her perfect average while being big and pregnant. We had plenty of friends in the class and they showed their love for us, like we did for them.

Afterwards we took a bunch of pictures with her family and Cammy. I missed my dad, I wished he was there, but I hadn’t heard a word from him since that day in January. If he had called, I would have talked to him, but I was afraid to call him, afraid to hear his deterioration. But I had my extended family.

That night we went out for a nice Italian dinner with aunt Annette and her family joining us. Eleven people, almost twelve. He was kicking up a storm inside Eva. It was a nice dinner, quiet and fun, and her parents were hosting a party on Saturday afternoon.

That night we were sitting on the couch after Cammy went to bed. She still had school the next day, especially since she took that day off to go to our graduation. My arm was around her shoulder, her head was on mine, and we were listening to music, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. It was mellow and rocking, depending on the song, and we were singing along. We kept it low enough to keep from disturbing Cammy. It was a nice, quiet time, intimate.

We were listening to the song Grey Seal (I’ll never forget) when Eva jumped a little. We’d been taking Lamaze classes and she was aware of what a contraction should feel like. “Jon? I think that was a contraction.”

I tried to keep calm. “All right, are you ok? Do you need anything?”

“No, but we need to time them just in case.” I shut off the music and we started watching the second hand on my watch. “Relax, Bear. It’s probably false labor. I’m not due for two weeks yet.”

“I know. but two weeks means it could be anytime.” A few minutes later she moaned in pain as a contraction hit, six minutes from the other one, over a minute long. “OK, we don’t have to go yet, but I’m getting some clothes together and making sure your bag is ready. I’ll just be two minutes.”

Eva checked the time while I was gone and there were no more contractions while I was in the bedroom. But the next one came just over five minutes from the previous one. They were already coming faster. I didn’t want to take a chance. I helped her get up and yelled for Cammy to wake up.

She stumbled out of her bedroom, half asleep. “What’s the matter? I was out.”

“We’re going to the hospital. Eva’s in labor.”

“Maybe” Eva added. “Maybe.”

That woke my sister right up. “I’ll be ready in three minutes! What do you need me to do to help?”

“Here, help Eva get dressed, just lightly. I’ll get the things in the car and get it started, then I’ll be right back.” I was nervous as hell, but determined to keep my head about me. Cammy got Eva ready, then had her sit on the bed while Cammy got dressed quickly. I got the bag in the car and left it running in our driveway while I came back. Cammy was ready a minute later and we helped Eva to the car while she yelped from a strong contraction. Four minutes, thirty eight seconds.

Thankfully our hospital, Booth Memorial, was less than ten minutes away. I got us there in seven. Cammy helped Eva inside while I parked the car and ran as fast as I could back to the ER. Eva was being brought inside and I gave the admitting person her information including insurance etc. Then I called her parents, who were on their way within minutes. Before I was brought back to the delivery rooms, I sat with Cammy for a minute.

“Well, sis this is it. You’re going to be an aunt in a matter of hours, maybe less. Her labor is going very fast. I have to get back there. Her parents will be here soon. Could you call aunt Annette for me?”

“Sure, of course. Jon, I’m so happy for you both.” She hugged me with one of her very best hugs. “Tell Eva I love her. See you soon!”

I was brought back, I washed thoroughly, and I was given a scrub cap and gown and brought to her room. Labor was under four minutes. I held her hand while helping with her breathing.

“This looks like it, honey. You’re lucky, some women go through hours and hours of this.”

Eva gave me a dirty look. “Yeah? I don’t feel so lucky…Owwwww!” The nurses called our OB-GYN, but the doctor on duty checked in, a man about 30 or so.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Grossman. I’m doctor Stewart. You’re already dilated seven centimeters. You are going to be ready within an hour or so. Dr. Thomas was called but we don’t know if he’ll be here in time. If not, don’t worry, I’ve handled thousands of births. You’re in good hands.” We, of course wished our doctor, Dr. Thomas, was there. But he seemed confident and capable. He examined Eva and gave some instructions to the nurse attending us.

“We’re good, Angel. You’re going to do this just fine. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bear. I really wish Dr. Thomas was here. I just know her so well.”

“I know, honey. She may make it in time.”

We kept breathing, the contractions came a little quicker and then Dr. Thomas arrived. “So, Eva, we’re going to be a few weeks early. Nothing to worry about, you’re thirty eight weeks, which is fine. Dr. Stewart will assist me and between us we’ve delivered more babies than I care to admit. Let me go get scrubbed and we’ll see you in the delivery room.” She left while the nurses got us ready.

“Hey, Angel, do you realize this is the second cap and gown we’ve worn today?” I smiled and, more importantly, Eva smiled back at me. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you too, my Bear. More than anything, except maybe our son.”

We were in the delivery room and Drs. Thomas and Stewart were ready for us. Eva was moving along, she was fully dilated. I helped time her breathing for her, and I coached her through her pushes when the doctor told her to. And then, he was born, our beautiful, healthy crying baby, was with us, on Eva’s chest and we were crying and laughing at the same time. She was sweaty and tired and gorgeous and never more beautiful in my eyes. I kissed her, kissed the baby’s head.

“You did it, Angel! I’m so proud of you! I love you both so much!” Then I noticed she was very pale and the doctors were working furiously. She was bleeding, badly. The nurses took the baby and then pushed me out of the delivery room. I was trying to find out what happened, was she all right, what the hell was wrong but I was just ushere d back towards the waiting room.

Fuck, I was terrified. This started out as a great day, it got even better at night, and then…? I didn’t believe in god, but I said a prayer to whomever or whatever might be out there. I was taking no chances.

I wandered to the waiting room with the help of a nurse in a daze. Her parents were there with her brothers and Cammy and they could all tell by the look on my face that something was wrong. I tried to explain as much as I knew, which wasn’t much. The baby was born and as far as I knew, he was fine. But I didn’t know what was going on with Eva. Her parents and brother all held each other as I did the same with Cammy, who was crying hardest of all.

The baby was born at 4:06 AM. The nurse asked me if I had names for him. We did, but I didn’t want to say anything until I knew what was going on with my wife. In the meantime, they brought us all to the ‘baby room’ where we all met our son, behind glass of course. He was beautiful and so tiny. He was 9lbs. 11oz. but he looked so small to me. And I wanted to know what was going on with Eva. We were all frightened. Finally, Dr. Thomas found us and sat me down. Phyllis sat with me and the others stood around us.

“OK, Jon, first thing, Eva is ok. It was touch and go but she’s all right. She’s asleep now and honestly, if you see her now, she’s going to look terrible. What happened was one of her uterine arteries ruptured during the birth and she lost a lot of blood fast. We got it under control and we’re pumping blood into her. If any of you are A+ you can give a direct donation. O+ will work too. She’ll be awake in a few hours and we’re going to keep her here for at least a few days. She’s probably going to be pretty weak for a while and she’ll need a lot of rest and help at home. But she’ll be fine. It’s just going to take some time.”