Eva

We picked up our lives where we left off when we got home. We both kept working until camp started, me in the print shop and Eva as a tutor. She made a lot more money than I did, hourly at least. And it was something she could keep doing during the summer, at least a few hours on Saturday or Sunday. A little extra money always comes in handy. Eva even suggested I could do the same, on weekends, in almost any subject. Her GPA was a perfect A, 4.0 and mine was 3.88. Physics screwed my perfect A. We were both elected to Phi Beta Kappa (as I mentioned earlier).

One thing we noticed when we got back was Cammy was becoming more morose. She was fifteen, going on sixteen come October, had been through her first relationship and heartbreak, and at first Eva and I just thought it was a phase she was going through. She had no plans for the summer so we asked if she also wanted to work at camp as a Junior counselor. It wasn’t a lot of money, about $200 for the summer, but it would be a fun way for her to spend the time and besides, she was also good with kids. She was a babysitter for some of the parents in the neighborhood and much in demand.

“I don’t know” Cammy said when Eva and I brought it up to her when she was over for dinner one night. It wasn’t too late for her to be hired; there were a number of openings still. “I…can I tell you both something?” She looked anxious and upset.

“Since when can’t you talk to us?” I asked my sister. Eva and I leaned across the table and we each held one of her hands. “We’re always here for you. You know that. So what’s up, sis?”

Cammy took a minute to collect herself. “It’s dad. I don’t want to live with him anymore.”

Eva asked her “Cammy, is he drinking again?”

“No, it’s not that. Well, a little. But it’s him and Jessie. She sleeps over almost every night and I…can hear them. You know. They don’t even try to keep it down.”

Eva blushed a little and I may have as well. I was happy he found someone but I expected him to show some discretion around his fifteen year old daughter. Eva and I never behaved that way in front of our families, not in front of anyone. We were affectionate, sure, but never inappropriate. If Cammy was right, dad and Jessie were behaving like fourteen year olds with free reign of the house. Except Cammy was there. Once again, I had to question just what kind of a man my father was.

“Cammy, would you go in the living room and turn on the TV? Eva and I have to talk alone for a few minutes.” My sister, again suffering inside, went into the other room and Eva and I stayed at the kitchen table to talk.

“Sweetheart, we can’t leave her there if your father and Jessie are going to keep behaving like that. We just can’t.”

I took a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh. “Damn him, already. Why do we have to keep on cleaning up his messes? This should be our time to be able to make noises and be naughty in our own home.”

“Jon…don’t ever ‘damn’ your father” Eva said sternly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, why he keeps getting into these situations. Maybe we can convince him to get help. But whether he does or doesn’t, we can’t leave Cammy in that house. Not even a single night more. She needs a stable home life. Even if we have to drive her to and from school for the last month of the year. Even if we end up having to go to family court for custody. I won’t leave her in that situation.” Her face was determined and her voice was steel.

I took her hand and squeezed gently. “I really hit the jackpot when we I found you. I don’t know how I did it. But you’re amazing. I love you so much. All right, I’m going to take Cammy home and have it out with my dad. If he doesn’t listen to me, she’ll pack a suitcase for a few days and I’ll bring her home. But honestly, legally, I don’t know if we can keep her for more than a few days without his permission. He’s her legal guardian.”

“I guess we’d have to take him to court, then, like we were going to do two years ago. And I’ll do it with you, sweetheart. Just like I would for Will and Walt if my parents fell apart. I love Cammy just as much.”

I stood up, helped Eva to her feet, and I hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her. “I’m so lucky. And so is Cammy. I don’t know what we’d be doing if you weren’t in our lives.”

Eva held me as well and said “I’m just as lucky. I fell in love with the best man imaginable.” We kissed a couple of short pecks. “Go ahead. If you have to bring you sister back, I want to get her settled for the night. At least tomorrow is Saturday, no school.”

I got Cammy, who also gave Eva a huge hug. We’re a very affectionate bunch even to this day. We went to my car and during the twenty minute ride back to dad’s house, I told Cammy that she was welcome to stay with me and Eva as long as she wanted, but it could be difficult depending on how dad reacted. I also told her we’d take it one day at a time, starting with how he reacted when I talked to him.

I held her hand as we went inside and there was the sound of boisterous, flirty laughter. They were making out on the couch like teens, and straightened up quickly when they heard us come in the door. Their clothes were disheveled and Jessie’s lipstick was smeared all over her lips. I wondered what we would have walked in on fifteen minutes later.

“Dad,” I said, ignoring Jessie, “we have to talk. Again.” Cammy sat on the floor and I sat on a wing chair, facing him. “Cammy told us tonight that you and Jessie are behaving…inappropriately around her. Making noises she shouldn’t be hearing. Walking around like you are now, not even trying to be discreet. In front of your fifteen year old daughter. Think about that.”

“Hey, don’t talk about me like I’m not even here!” Jessie said defiantly. “I live here too! And what we do is none of either of your business!”

“Jessie, this is between my father and his children. Stay out of it!”

“Jon, don’t you talk to her like that!” My father said with anger. “I love her and you talk to her with respect!”

“Respect? How about respecting your daughter? How about setting a good example for her? What the hell is wrong with you anyway? Don’t you give a damn about anyone besides yourself?”

“And don’t you talk to ME like that either, Jon! I’m still your father!”

“Some father! I keep having to deal with your screwups!”

We had an angry fight, the three of us shouting back and forth. It was obvious he was not going to back down or change his behavior. “Dad, Cammy is coming with me tonight. She’ll spend the weekend at least with Eva and me, and you need to think if you want your daughter around or not. Because if this keeps up, I’m going to sue you for custody. I don’t understand you. You promised mom before she died to be the best father you could be to Cammy. Don’t you care about your promise?”

Then Jessie spoke, and I really wanted to slap her, the only time I ever even thought of hitting a woman. “Take her. She just cramps our style around here anyway! She keeps me and Abe from having a real good time!” As I said, I was angry enough to strike, but I kept my cool, barely.

“Cammy, go pack a bag, some clothes and your personal things, bathroom stuff, whatever you need. Go on, hurry up. I don’t want to stay here another minute.” She ran upstairs in tears and I got close to my father. And then I smelled it; the booze. Jack Daniels, his drink of choice. “Damn you, dad. Drinking again. I should have expected it. You know what, this time I’m not helping you. Either get rid of her” I tilted my head towards Jessie “get yourself back into rehab, or I will sue you for custody. You’ve got the weekend to think about it.” I turned away from him and I sensed him getting up as quickly as he could in his semi-drunk state. He grabbed my shoulder, tried to turn me back to face him and he fell over onto the floor, making a fairly loud crash. Thankfully he didn’t get hurt, he just broke a lamp. Jessie went to his side and helped him to his feet. I just looked at him with contempt.

“Don’t you tell me what to do” he growled while he struggled to his feet. “I’ll drink if I want to, and I fuck my girlfriend if I want. And you’re never going to get custody of your sister. If you try, I’ll report you to the police for molesting her! Don’t think I won’t!” He gave me an ugly, cruel smile. Who was he?

I looked at him incredulously. “You wouldn’t dare. You would really hurt Cammy like that, try to destroy my life? For what? Do you even love her anymore?” He couldn’t answer me. He just sat back down and stewed in his chair while Jessie held his hand and looked at me like she won some sort of victory. I hated her right then. I never hated anyone in my life before. But I hated her.

Cammy came down with a small suitcase, a hand bag and an angry look. Dad tried to talk to her. “Camilla, I just…”

She cut him off like I never heard her do before. “Don’t, dad. I see what your priorities are. And I heard you from upstairs. Don’t you dare accuse Jon of what you said. I’d rather live with him and Eva than you, and if you say what you said, I’ll make sure the judge knows you’re a liar. I will. Bet on it.” She turned her back on him and we went out and got in my car.

Before I even turned the key, I said “Cammy, I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine how this must be hurting you.”

“No, Jon. I’m sorry. I don’t know who that is in there, but it’s not our father. I’m sorry I need you like this. I’m not your responsibility. Or I shouldn’t be.”

“Cammy, that’s nonsense. If dad died, god forbid, in an accident or something, wouldn’t you hope I’d be there to take care of you? Wouldn’t you think I’d do it without any hesitancy?”

“Sure, I guess so.”

“This is no different, except dad’s not dead. But he’s gone, I guess. I don’t know why he’s been like this, on and off for a few years now. All I do know is I’m your brother and I’m going to take care of you, make sure you’re safe and loved, fed and clothed, and I’ll make sure you go to college when that time comes. And we’re both lucky Eva not only is willing to help, she insists on it. She really does love you like a sister.”

“I feel the same about her. But I still feel bad, getting into your life like this. It shouldn’t be necessary.”

“Cammy, stop. I don’t care if it’s necessary or not. We’re here for each other. Monday we’ll see where we stand, ok? It’s our pleasure to help you.” She leaned across the seat and held me. She probably would still be holding me all these years later if I hadn’t gently released her arms from my neck. We drove home, stopped to bring home Carvel ice cream Flying Saucers (round ice cream sandwiches made from soft serve ice cream) and went home where Eva was nervously waiting for us. While Cammy put away her things in the second bedroom, I quickly filled Eva in on what happened back at my fathers house.

We had ice cream together, and after hanging out for a while, Cammy went to bed, but not before giving Eva and I huge hugs and kisses. “Thank you. I love you both so much” my sister said, simply, before heading to her bedroom. Only then did I show my own sorrow to Eva, my shoulders hunched forward and a feeling of exhaustion overcame my mind.

“Honey, I don’t know how we’re going to do this. When I told dad if he didn’t get his shit together we were going to sue him for custody, he threatened to report me for molesting Cammy years ago.”

“WHAT? He didn’t!”

“He did. And I think, at least at that moment, he was serious. He was ready to destroy my life.” I broke down and put my head in her lap and cried as Eva ran her fingers through my hair in a gentle and loving manner. I was distraught about that possibility and about how this whole thing could damage our marriage. Even if my father did accuse me and his accusation was found to be completely false, word could get around and there would be people who suspected it to be true. It could ruin my life. OUR life together. “Eva, my love, are you sure you don’t want to divorce me? For your own sake, and your protection.”

“Jon, if you ever say that again, I just might divorce you. Not because I stopped loving you or that I believe you might have hurt Camilla, but because you’re talking like an idiot. If we have to, we’ll fight this together. Always together. And Monday, we’ll call Dr. Thomas (Cammy’s gynecologist) and consult with her about how to protect Cammy, and you. Then we’ll get a lawyer. Whatever we have to do. Now, lets go to bed.” We locked the door and shut the lights, and retired to our bedroom, at the opposite end of the apartment from Cammy’s room. Plenty of space apart for privacy.

We took turns in the bathroom and then I waited in bed in just my underwear, my preferred sleeping attire, and Eva came out in one of my favorite outfits of hers, a short, white, almost see-through nightie. She climbed on the bed and straddled my hips. She kissed me a few times and whispered “You relax, Bear. I’m going to take such good care of you. You’re the sweetest man in the world, and I love you and I’m going to show you how much I love you.” She kissed my neck and my chest.

“That sounds like it’s just what I need tonight, Angel. Some very good loving from the most wonderful woman in the world.”

She smiled at me as she lowered the shoulder straps of the thin nightie and her perfect breasts came into my view. Eva guided my hands to them and moaned while I massaged the small, soft mounds and my fingers played with her nipples, rolling them through my fingers. As I did, Eva reached inside my briefs to fondle my cock, pulling it gently, the way she knew I loved to be touched and…nothing. She kept playing with me, rubbing her thumb under the head, but nothing happened. She looked at me surprised but still with a smile. “Maybe you need a little of this.” She moved so she could slide down my briefs and and kissed down my body until she got to my cock and kissed it all over, licking with a slow, lazy manner, even sucking me softly, the way I loved, but no dice. Nothing was happening, and I mean NOTHING. Not so much as a stir.

After a few minutes, Eva moved off me and laid there next to me as more frustration went through my mind. “Angel, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong” I said with some tears.

“Shhh. Bear, this has been a terrible evening. I shouldn’t have put this pressure on you. You need to get some rest, maybe for a few days, no demands on you. It was selfish of me to try. Come here, right in my arms.”

I turned to her and she comforted me, kissing my head and my nose and lips. “You’re amazing, Angel. I let you down, and you just keep loving me more. I wish I could give you what you need.”

“You will sweetheart. You will. When you’re up to it. Let’s just get some sleep for now. I love you, my sweet Bear.”

“I love you too, Angel. With all my heart.” We kissed a few times and we cuddled before sleep came. For me, that took a long time that night.

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We had a nice weekend with Cammy. It was rainy on Saturday so we went to a movie in the afternoon and out for Chinese food for dinner. We talked to her again about working at camp for the summer, and she agreed to meet with the camp director after school one day. Then Eva brought up a touchy subject.

“Cammy, honey, we want you to see Dr. Thomas this week. As a precaution, in case your father actually does accuse Jon of…hurting you.”

Cammy sipped her tea and took my hand. “Don’t be afraid to ask me this. I’ll go. If dad does this to you, Jon…I’ll never talk to him again. I’ll do anything I can to protect you, Jon, just like you always protect me.”

I gave both of them a smile. “Thanks, sis. I doubt it will be necessary. I can’t imagine he’d hurt us like that. I just don’t understand what he’s looking for. If he’s not going to be a parent to you, why would he fight so hard and ugly to keep custody?” Then a bad thought came to me. “Cammy, did he ask you to sign any legal papers recently? Anything he didn’t really explain to you? Maybe you felt uncomfortable about it but didn’t want to challenge him?”

“About two months ago, since you mentioned it. Something from a bank.”

Oh fuck. That son of a bitch. Eva looked at me with dawning horror. “He wouldn’t have, would he, Jon?”

“What? Someone please tell me!” Cammy said, worry in her voice.

“Sweetie, it’s possible he used you to forge papers to get the money mom left you. I don’t know it for sure, but it makes sense. And if he did that…he may have gone through all his money, and your college fund.”

Cammy was too shocked to cry. Legally, she was still too young to give him her money, over $50K. But he could have pulled some sort of trick, illegally of course. It made sense, why he would want to avoid a custody fight with me.

I took Eva and Cammy home and I went to confront my father…again. Two nights in a row. “Bear, please be careful. I’m going to call my father and have him meet you there. I don’t want you doing this alone.” She was actually scared for me, not worried, but scared. Who knew what my father was capable of doing?

I drove over, rage in my heart. If he did this… I got there and Harold was waiting for me at the corner of my dad’s block and I let him in the car. “Jon, what the hell is going on with your father? I haven’t seen him in a while, and what Eva said on the phone didn’t make a lot of sense to me. I could her Camilla crying in the background. In fact, Phyllis is on the way to your apartment now.”

“Harold, if I’m right, you just wouldn’t believe it. I don’t believe it.” I filled him in on everything since I caught my dad cheating almost four years previous. He knew about the drinking, of course, but the affair and the current situation were new and shocking.

“Jesus Christ” he muttered under his breath. “I thought Abe was a good man. I hope to god you’re wrong.”

“I hope so too. I just don’t understand him at all,”

I parked on the street and it sounded like a party was taking place, loud music and voices. When he was married to mom, they were never loud party people. The door was locked but I still had my keys and I let myself and Harold in. Inside it was like a scene from a dirty movie. People in various stages of undress, people having sex in various combinations. It was a fucking orgy.

“Christ almighty” Harold said, wide eyed. I think my eyes must have been just as wide. I tried to just look for my dad, but he wasn’t in the living room. Jessie was, though and she was fucking two men, one behind her doggy style and one in front of her getting his cock sucked. My dad found a real piece of work.

I stormed over to her and pushed the guy fucking her mouth out of the way. “HEY!” I yelled at her. “Where the hell is my dad?” I must have been beet red in the face and she actually looked frightened of me. She just pointed to his bedroom and I ran my way upstairs to his room, I didn’t even know, just opened the door and found my father in the bed with at least four other people, all doing god knew what. I deliberately avoided looking.

“DAD! Get the fuck off whoever you’re fucking and meet me in Cammy’s room!” He looked stunned, certainly taken by surprise. I didn’t wait, just went to Cammy’s room with Harold. Thankfully, none of his ‘friends’ were in there. That would have been the final straw.

He came in five minutes later in his robe, thank god. “Hey, the prodigal son returns. Hey Harold.” All with no shame, no sense of wrongdoing. I mean, technically he could do what he wanted. If he wanted to be an orgy guy, it was his business as long as I didn’t have to see it. But his attitude was just pissing me off all the more.

“Dad I have a question for you, and you’d better tell me the truth. Did you cash out Cammy’s trust fund from mom? Did you trick her into signing papers and forge the other signatures you needed? Tell me, dad.”

The look on his face was all I needed to see. That bastard. He stole from his own daughter. He stole her future. That fuck. “You don’t understand, Jon. I, um, I lost my job.” He sat down on the bed, dejected. “I was drunk and I fucked up an account, and they fired me for cause. No unemployment. And I was broke, or almost. I needed money.” He was looking like he aged twenty years in ten minutes. Fuck him.

“So how much of Cammy’s money is left? How much!”

“About fifteen thousand. I um, spent the rest.”

“You mean you drank it and ran around with Jessie. Never mind what I saw her doing downstairs. You found yourself a real winner, dad. What do you think she’s going to do when you are out of money? Well? You think she’s going to stick around? What have you been doing every day instead of going to work?”

He looked up at Harold and me, totally broken now. “I go to the movies, I drink at a bar…I don’t know. Jon, I don’t know how I got here.” He was crying and I wanted to be supportive. But I didn’t have it in me.

“I don’t either, dad. I can’t do this with you, not again. Not only did you commit a felony, you got Cammy involved. And you stole her nest egg. I can barely look at you! But I don’t want to send you to prison. That won’t help Cammy. So this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to write her a check right now, for all the money you have left except a thousand dollars. That’s what you have to survive on. I’m going to put that aside for her on Monday. Then Eva and I are coming here to clean this place up. You can stay at Jessie’s because after we clean up here, you’re not living here. You’re going to put the house up for sale; I’d take it but Eva and I already bought our house and I don’t know if we can get out of it. Whatever you get, you’re going to replace the rest of Cammy’s money PLUS her college fund. The rest is yours. It must be almost paid off right? You should clear a decent sum. Then you’ll either get your life in order or you won’t. That’s your choice. I don’t give a damn anymore. Then when I serve you papers for custody of my sister, you won’t fight it. You’ll relinquish your parental rights. And if you don’t, I’ll go to the police and you’ll end up in jail for fraud or whatever.”

He just sat there, listening, listless, and he nodded his head. He went out of the room and got his checkbook and wrote Cammy a check for almost fourteen thousand dollars. “Goodbye, dad. The only time I expect to see you is in family court. I don’t care what you do from here on. Go back to your orgy. Just get the hell out of here tomorrow with whatever you need so we can clean this place up.” Harold, who was along for support for me and was silent that whole time, followed and we got in my car, where I shook with rage for a few minutes. He put his arm around me and I held him in return.

“Jon, I know what it’s like to find out your father is a son of a bitch because my own father was one. He cheated on my mother constantly, and she always forgave him. He was never around for me or my brother, always out screwing around. It meant we had nothing. My mother barely kept the roof over our head and food in our bellies. Beyond that, there wasn’t much. We even got our clothes second hand through our Temple. So I understand how you’re feeling. You can always talk to me about it. I mean it. I see how good you are to my daughter and I love you like I love my sons. Well, just about.” He gave me a small smile and I gave one back. Not much, but a small one.

“Thanks Harold. It’s good to know I have someone I can rely on. I sure can’t rely on him” I said, nodding my head towards my dad’s house. “Are you coming with me to my place?”

“Yeah, Phyllis is there. We’ve got to tell them what’s going on. But your sister…”

“Yeah, we have to edit this for her sake.”

When we got back we told the story, but left out certain facts. The three of them could tell we were leaving something out, but we couldn’t talk about the orgy in front of Cammy. Then I spoke to her. “Cammy, unless you object, from now on you’re going to live with Eva and me. We’ll get you to school every day for the rest of the school year, about another month, but in September, when we move into our house, we’ll register you there. You’ll go to Flushing high school instead of Bayside for your junior and senior years. Dad is going to replace your money, so you’ll have your college fund and your nest egg. You’re going to have your future, but Eva and I will be your guardians until you’re eighteen and we’ll still be here for you after that. Our home, wherever that may be, will always be your home too.”

There were a lot of tears all around. Eva’s parents let us all know they would be here for all of us, always. It was a sad night, but my sister would always be protected, like Eva and I would always protect each other.

Later that night, after her parents left and Cammy was in bed, I sat at the side of our bed in my underwear and Eva sat next to me in a plain long t-shirt and panties. She touched my neck and teased the back of my hair. “What was going on when you got to the house, Bear? I know something was going on, something you couldn’t tell Cammy.”

“I can’t even begin to tell you. You wouldn’t believe it. I saw it and I don’t believe it. Your father and I walked in on an honest to god orgy.”

Eva was stunned. I didn’t blame her. “Your dad was in an orgy? What is going on with him? Wait, so Jessie was…never mind. I really don’t want to know.”

“Honey, I’m sorry about last night. You know, when I couldn’t.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Bear. You were under a lot of stress last night. I shouldn’t have even tried. When you’re ready you’ll tell me.” She kissed my cheek and I turned my head to kiss her lips.

“Angel? I think I’m ready.” Think, my ass. I was stiff as an overstarched collar. Dear God, what was wrong with ME?

“Really? You think stumbling into an orgy got to you?” Eva wasn’t upset; she was actually laughing at the situation. “What exactly did you see?”

“Mainly, I saw Jessie giving head and getting fucked from behind at the same time.”

Eva fell back on the bed, laughing loudly. “You’ve got a thing for Jessie! My husband the pervert!” She was rolling on the mattress, laughing her ass off.

“Sure, my body has a mind of its own, makes me look like a sex maniac, and my wife finds it hilarious.”

“Awww, my poor big Bear. Come here and give me some sugar. We don’t want to waste that erection.” I fell back on the bed and rolled on top of Eva and kissed her as if it had been months instead of a few days since we last had sex. A few days felt like months to us.

“You sure you won’t think less of me, Angel, for possibly being turned on from watching an orgy?”

“Well , if you are, maybe my mom is having a great time as well.”

“Ugh, and you call me a pervert!” We kissed and giggled as the thought of her parents getting it on just kept making us laugh harder.

“Forget I said that” she chuckled as I felt her hand feeling around my lower body, starting at the sensitive area above my pubic hair. I could barely catch my breath, her touch was so exciting. Eva took down my briefs and pumped my cock slowly as we laid on the bed, kissing with sexy, very hot kisses. I took her shirt off and she was just in a pair of powder blue panties, nothing exceptionally sexy, but she looked hot in anything. And my body and mind were enjoying it.

I reached for Eva’s breasts but she stopped me. “Touch me if you want, but remember, I got my period today. So touch me if you like, but not my pussy.”

“Angel, you should have reminded me. I would have been fine just cuddling with you.”

“Why? You’re horny, and I’m happy to help. I love that you try to be so considerate every month at this time, but you really don’t have to be. Sometimes you can let me play with you. So please let me tonight. You need a little stress relief.”

“You’re way too good to me, honey. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bear. And there’s no such thing as being too good to your spouse.” Those lovely blue eyes looked deep inside me. She was right, like she usually was.

“Ok, Angel, you win. You can do whatever you like to me.”

Eva kissed me and rested her head next to mine, laying on her side, and she started whispering the nastiest things to me in the sweetest voice, all while jerking my cock in varied motions. “Wait here one second, Bear. Be right back.” Before I could ask, she hurried into the bathroom and brought back her hand lotion. “Might as well make this as nice as possible for you” she said, kissing my cheek. Eva pumped a healthy glob of lotion into her right hand and got comfortable next to me again. And again, she started with the kinky words as her hand glided up and down along my dick, covering it with silky lotion.

“My dirty Bear. You got hot seeing those people fucking in all sorts of ways, didn’t you? Tell me some of what you saw. Close your eyes and go back there in your mind.” My psychologist (soon) wife knew what buttons to push

“There was a couple, naked on bottom but wearing tops, fucking hard just as we walked in the door. She was on top with these big, floppy tits slapping around. You could even see that under her blouse. Then there were these three women in a small circle, eating each other, really pretty, all three. Oh, fuck baby, that’s amazing.” She was using her thumb on the underside of my cock as her hand kept going up and down. “Then those two guys fucking Jessie. One fucking her from behind, one feeding her his cock.”

“Keep going, Bear. This is getting me hot, even with my period. Tell me more. Just not your dad.” She giggled before she blew into my ear, causing me to lift my hips from the bed.

“Then there was another couple, I saw in the kitchen. She was sitting on the counter next to the sink and he was standing there, fucking her and she was kicking him in the thighs with her heels. I think she was close to cummminngggg… Oh fuck, I’m cumminggg!!” I shot a hot, thick stream of cum all over Eva’s delicate hand, a lot of my semen spurting out. I had to admit, the whole situation turned me on big time. But I was very conflicted about it.

In the meantime, Eva kissed me and wiped her hand and my crotch with her t-shirt. “That was so sexy, Jon. Kinky. FUN!” She was giggling again; she had a real case of the giggles that night.

“Don’t you think it’s a little strange how aroused I got from walking in on that shit? I really feel like a pervert” I said with some frustration.

“Why? Maybe you get excited from being a voyeur. There’s nothing wrong with that, as long as you don’t need it to get turned on. It’s something we can explore in different ways, especially since now those adult movies are on videotape. We can rent a movie from time to time; you know I’ve seen a few of them. It’s really no big deal, Bear. It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of. We’ll just have to be discreet with Cammy in the house.”

Cammy. Shit, she slipped my mind. “Speaking of Cammy, are you sure you’re going to be all right with her living with us? It’s going to be a permanent thing, honey. I don’t want her ever going back to dad, no matter what. I don’t trust him at all. I can’t trust him.”

“Jon, I understand. I don’t want her living with strangers who won’t love her. I guess she could go to your aunt’s, but they have two young boys. I think she’s better off with us.”

“Angel, we’re going to want to start a family at some point.”

“So? Your sister is almost sixteen, only a couple of years until college and she’s eighteen. Not that we’re kicking her out. Never. And having her with us won’t interfere with us having children when we decide to.” Eva stroked my arm and kissed my shoulder. I didn’t think it was possible to love her more than I did on our wedding day, when my mom was sick and she was with me and my family all the way. Each time my father fucked up. Eva kept standing by me. And now, a huge change in our lives was happening and Eva was still there, not even a word of doubt. I turned and held her, squeezing her with my inner strength.

“I will never, ever stop loving you. I don’t know how any other man could be as lucky as I am. I think most women would have walked away from this nightmare that’s become my father. You’re my heart and soul.”

Eva had a tear that dripped on my shoulder, then she kissed it away. “If you really wonder why I stay with you through all the shit your father has been putting everyone through, it’s because of you. You’re the only person who would have sat with me that afternoon three years ago when I was feeling down, especially because I know that most everyone else would have said ‘Poor Eva, she has to settle for second best, she’s not the smartest person in school.’ But you saw that it did hurt me, and it was real for me. And with you, I’m not settling for second best. I got the gold medal all the way.”

We cuddled for a while, quiet, until sleep came for Eva. I looked at her, stroked her long hair while she slept peacefully, admiring her beauty, the outer beauty and most of all, the inner beauty. Life could be really tough, but life could be really great at the same time.

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Sunday Eva dropped Cammy off at a friends house for the afternoon, so we did our shopping and also bought some cleaning supplies. I made dinner that night while Eva picked my sister up, a nice roast chicken with vegetables. I kept an eye on Cammy who, all things considered, was doing well. She was cheerful and kidded around with us. And she helped clear the table and insisted on doing the dishes. She knew she was in a safe place with Eva and me.

Monday, while she was in school, Eva and I went to my dad’s house to start cleaning up. We weren’t prepared for what waited for us inside. The house reeked, of cigarettes, liquor, sex and god knew what else. Somehow my father had managed to take some of the furniture with him, or maybe he sold pieces. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. The kitchen and the master bathroom were filthy. How did they do such damage in two days?

Eva and I looked at each other, shocked at the mess. “Sweetheart, I don’t think we can do this. I think we have to hire a professional crew to clean this house.”

“I think you’re right” I said in amazement. The smell was almost sickening. We had to get out of there.

The fresh air filled our sinuses and our lungs and we felt better immediately, even though it was a warm and humid day. Anything was better than being in there. It was going to cost a small fortune to get that house ready for sale, but it would be worth it. And my father was going to pay us back for every cent it cost us. Bet on it.

I was morose as we drove home. How could the same man who gave me sound advice over the years and taken me to ball games and Little League and all the other things fathers do with their kids have fallen apart so badly? And the worst part was he just didn’t seem to care enough to change. I was done with him as a father, but if my sister wanted to maintain a relationship with him, that would be her decision and I’d help her.

Over the next few days we hired a cleaning crew, the same people who cleaned after my mother died. They came on Thursday and Friday, and it was expensive as hell, but when they were done the place was spic and span again. Eva took Cammy to the doctor who said there were no signs of physical or emotional abuse.

I didn’t hear from my dad, which was fine, except for the fact that I didn’t know where he was; I’d never gotten Jessie’s address. If I took him to court, I didn’t have a place for a lawyer to serve papers. Still, we got the ball rolling. Harold and Phyllis recommended us to their family lawyer, who sent us to Kathy Dorn, a specialist in family law. After hearing our story, she got a retainer (Eva’s parents insisted on paying it for us). We gave her as much information as we could, especially dad’s erratic behavior and we made an appointment for her to meet Cammy. The process started.

There was another problem. Dad was the owner of the house and it couldn’t be sold without him. He would have to hire a real estate agent, sign all papers pertaining to the sale. We had to find him. But where the hell was he?

Then the following week, Cammy remembered hearing Jessie’s last name from someone who called the house for her. I used directory assistance and got a number and I called that night. Jessie picked up and, after a frosty hello to each other, she put my dad on the phone.

“Hi, dad, how are you doing? Are you doing ok there?”

“I’d rather be back in my own house. I can’t believe my own son is forcing me to sell my house. Blackmailing me, in fact.” He was playing the martyr but I wasn’t having it.

“And what about what you tried to do to me, threatening to have me arrested for molesting my sister? What about you stealing from her?” I was furious again, but I had to push it aside for the time being. I needed his cooperation. “Look, I didn’t call to fight. I can find an agent to handle the sale of the house, but I need you to file and sign the paperwork. I got a basic appraisal on the house, and it came to about $130,000. Considering what you paid over 20 years ago, even after you pay Cammy what you owe her and pay the bank the balance of the mortgage, and the fees and such, you should walk away with about forty thousand. Give or take. More than enough to fix your life. Cammy and I don’t want any of it. Just fix your life.

“Jessie and I like my life just the way it is.” It was like a knife in the gut. He had no intention of straightening his life. All the lessons he had imparted on me over the years…all meant nothing. Worse, the way he tended to abuse alcohol, he could drink himself to death in a year.

“Dad,” I pleaded, “even if we never talk again, I don’t want you to hurt yourself or, god forbid, die. Cammy sure as hell doesn’t want that either. Please think about what you’re doing.”

He let out a long sigh, the sound of someone resigned to their fate. “Jon, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m too tired to fight.” Then he lowered his voice so, I assumed, Jessie wouldn’t hear him. “I’m destroyed inside since your mother died. Like I can’t wait for it all to be over. I like Jessie, I even love her in a way, but no one could be like your mother.”

“Dad, you need help. We can wait to sell the house, maybe work something out if you get help. Don’t do this to me, to us. You promised mom to be a parent to us. Don’t walk away from that. Please?”

“Jon, find an agent for the house, I’ll sign whatever papers I need to, about the house, about Camilla, then we’ll see. I don’t know if I can do better than that.”

All my anger towards him faded. I heard the man who raised me and loved me in deep pain. I wanted to help him but I couldn’t figure out how. The psych classes I took said that addicts couldn’t be forced to get help, that they had to find that desire from within, usually after hitting rock bottom. He had to want to get help.

We talked uneasily a few more minutes, and I said I’d let him know when I found an agent. He also promised he wouldn’t fight me on custody of Cammy. All the fight was gone from his spirit. It was deeply disheartening in a way.

That night, Eva, my amazing Eva, who asked so little and gave so much, held me in bed. She was so soothing, her touch and her whisper, and especially her kisses to my head and neck. Not sexual, just gentle and loving. She was my world, along with Cammy, and I was hers.

We talked about my father resisting getting help. “The books are right. Addiction isn’t my specialty though it’s an important part of being in private practice. But I know he’s not going to get help, not that works, unless he really wants to.”

I clung to her, almost sick to my stomach with worry. “Angel…what if he dies? What will that do to Cammy? Or me? God, I’m scared.” I sobbed silently in her arms.

“Sweetheart, if that happens, we’ll get through it like we do everything else- together. It’s all we can do; we don’t have any control over his behavior. We take care of each other and of Cammy. We’re her family now, or will be soon. And she’s ours. We have to be strong for her. She’s a young adult, but she’s still a vulnerable child as well. We’ll be tough for her. Besides, maybe he’ll surprise us and realize what he’s losing. Maybe he’ll remember his promise to your mother.” I didn’t argue, but I wasn’t so sure. I was the one who spoke to him and heard the almost complete emptiness in his voice.

Within a week I found an agent. Joanna Keyes, to list and show the house, and she also thought about $130K or so sounded right. She made a few recommendations to try to bring the price up a bit, painting the kitchen and getting the carpets cleaned. Little things that would help. Dad came over, met with Ms. Keyes, and signed the necessary papers. She was a notary and she also stamped the documents my dad signed, ceding custody of Camilla Rose Grossman to Eva and me. That was hard for him, but it wasn’t easy for me either. I hated hurting him like that, but it was for my sister’s sake. She needed stability.

Camp was starting June 30th, and Cammy, after meeting with the camp director, Joe Feinstein, got hired as a junior counselor, in one of the special education groups, groups that were much smaller than the regular camp groups of about twenty or so kids with usually three staff. Instead, those groups had about six or seven children and four staff, children who had emotional or developmental issues and needed extra attention. She was excited; it was a lot of responsibility for a fifteen year old and Cammy, who always thought herself older than she was (and she really was an ‘old soul’), looked forward to working there with her brother and sister-in-law. The last day of school for her was June 20th.

We didn’t hear from dad much that summer. We only called him when he had to sign papers or something. The house got an offer, a decent one, in mid July and, since I had the power of attorney to make decisions on the house, I accepted and we agreed to a move in date of August 25th, a week before Eva and I closed on our own house. We could have probably given the owners of the house we bought a hard luck story and gotten out of the sale with a penalty, and kept my old house. But in truth, there were too many bad memories recently for both Cammy and me. Besides, Eva and I loved the house we bought. It was a perfect starter house, with 3 bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths, a screened back deck and a nice yard for any future children to play in.

Camp was a great experience for all three of us. Eva had lots of experience, of course, but for Cammy and me it was very new, and we both loved it. My sister really took to working with the special children in her care. She loved them, loved working with them, and she had the patience required to be effective and not lose her temper. That summer she decided she wanted to be a Special Education teacher. Eva and I were so proud of her. We also thought she might change her mind a time or three over the next few years.

It was a great summer for Eva and I. We enjoyed the jobs, working with the mostly teens who worked with the kids. And at night, there were informal camp activities that we attended, staff softball games, large groups of the staff going to a movie. One Saturday we organized a trip to Great Adventure, Six Flags park in Central New Jersey. And Cammy found herself her second boyfriend, another junior counselor named Jason. He was her first real love, and when the summer was over, she fretted over how she would see him during the year. He wouldn’t be able to drive for six months so Eva and I promised to drive her to meet him as often as we could. And when he broke up with her in October, we both held Cammy as she cried from a broken heart. She really was almost all grown up and we were serving as her surrogate parents.

When we sold the house to the new owners in August, we worked hard to get our things out and into storage through a moving company. Dad was there to get his check, a little over $36,000. He had paid back every cent he owed my sister. At least he did that right.

Outside the house after the sale, Cammy and I talked to him. “So, dad what are you going to do? Just live with Jessie? You can’t exactly retire on that money.”

“I don’t really know yet. I don’t think Jessie and I are going to last. It’s not that kind of love between us. It’s more like two lonely people who don’t want to be alone.”

Cammy was nervous; she still loved her father of course. So did I, even if I had lost my respect for him. “Daddy,” -she hadn’t called him that in years- “you have to let us know how to reach you. You’re still our father. We need you.” She hugged him, almost tall enough to come to his nose.

“Sweetie, I’ll be somewhere nearby. I won’t just disappear. But you remember to be good for Jon and Eva. They’re going to take good care of you. And I still love you both, even if I haven’t shown it well for a while. We’ll get together soon and have dinner, or maybe I’ll come see your new house and we can grill some chicken or sausages.” He smiled unconvincingly, and I was very worried about him. When we went our separate ways, Cammy and I back to our apartment where Eva was packing some things for our own move the next week, Cammy cried again in my arms. There had been a lot of that the last few months.

We didn’t know that we wouldn’t hear about him for almost a year.

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July 22nd was a very special day, a Tuesday that all three of us had to take off from camp. We all dressed in our best suits/dresses and we met up with Phyllis and Harold and Will and Walt, and aunt Annette, uncle Phil and my two cousins, Jerrold and Nick. We went to breakfast at a diner, then we went to Family Court in Kew Gardens (Queens) at 11, where we met up with our lawyer, Kathy Dorn. Our application for custody was being heard by Judge Francis Ryan.

When our case was called, Eva, Cammy and I stood in front of him and our family sat right behind us, some tears falling, and not only from the women. Dad wasn’t there, but a lawyer he hired was, representing his interests. The judge asked a few basic questions, he made sure that dad was giving up his rights of his own free will, then he asked Eva and I if we understood that legally we would be Camilla’s guardians until she was eighteen, but this was also a lifetime commitment. It was kind of like making wedding vows, promising to love and care for my sister all her life. Then he asked Cammy some questions, making sure she understood the responsibility she had to respect Eva and me like she would her parents. Then, when he was done questioning all of us, he smiled and signed some papers and declared Eva and me to be Camilla’s legal guardians. We shared a big hug and kiss, and then our family joined us for a couple of minutes before the court officer encouraged us to go out in the hall so the next case could be called.

Outside the courtroom, everyone was smiling and hugging. It was a beautiful family moment, even though it had been precipitated by a painful situation. Cammy gave Eva a huge hug and then me. “Thank you both so much” she said, on the verge of tears. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“We did if for all of us, honey” Eva told her. “We’re going to be family for life, more so than we would have been before. And when Jon and I have children, you won’t just be an aunt; you’ll also be a sister. Of course, you’ll also be an in home babysitter” she teased Cammy.

“Anytime! I’d love to!”

I said to Walt and Will “And you two can babysit whenever you want as well! We’ll teach you how to change diapers!” They looked horrified, jokingly, and we all had a laugh.

As we started to leave, dad’s lawyer stopped me and handed me an envelope. I thought she was handing me her bill. But when I felt it, all there was inside was a key in a document. “Your father said you should have this. Its the key to his safe deposit box. He said you knew what bank its in?” I confirmed I knew it, and she just left. I forgot about the box. There was still a lot of my mom’s good jewelry in there, plus some other things. Maybe he did something right.

We went home, had a small party in the afternoon and then others stopped by in the evening. Our landlords, who were losing us as tenants in six weeks, stopped by with champagne and soft drinks for the kids who came by. Aunt Annette and uncle Phil ordered some deli platters for everyone and we had a nice celebration.

Later that night, alone in our bedroom, Eva and I were kissing and touching each other. Sex had been a missing a little over the previous few months with the stress of everything in our lives. But this was a good day, a great day, actually, and we wanted to end it with the most beautiful act there was.

“My handsome Bear. You turn me on so much. I love your kiss and your touch and everything about you. Most of all your big, generous heart.”

“My heart? You’re one to talk. You give so much, my Angel. You’ve made this family complete. You’ve made ME complete.” We kissed, a much more loving and intense kiss. Our bodies moved a little closer, then closer still. The head of my cock was lightly touching her tummy and leaving a small trail of my precum there. When Eva giggled and moved back a few inches, there was a thin string of my lubricant stretched between my tip and her tummy. I reach between us and scooped it with my finger, then I touched her moist lips and left the trace of me there. Eva let out a lusty moan before kissing me hard, sharing that small amount with me. It made us both hot to share more.

“Tell you what, Bear. I want to make love with you tonight. But I need you to promise not to cum inside me, because I want to taste your sweet cum. And if you do a good job, I’ll even share it with you.” We laughed together, a very loving and teasing laugh.

“How can I possibly say no to that? But I think we have to be kind of quick. We’ve got to be up for work tomorrow, 6:30. Well, not too quick. I promise.”

“Come here, husband. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“With pleasure, wife. Angel wife, that is.” We embraced and kissed hard, my cock between us, leaking more precum. I touched her pussy as I kissed her right nipple and Eva gathered me in her arms, not letting me away from her body. Not that I wanted to get away. That was the last thing I wanted. I sucked as my fingers explored her pussy like it was the first time I ever touched one. It excited her more to be touched in that way, a little nervously, like we were two inexperienced kids.

“I really need you now, Bear. Like you wouldn’t believe” she panted in my ear.

“I believe it, Angel. I need you just as badly.” She laid back and I hooked her knees on the inside of my elbows. My cock was aimed right at her and both of us were oozing lust from every pore. I kissed her hard, she held my dick in her loving hand, and pulled me to her until my cock found its home and eased right inside her.

I filled her pussy, nice and snug, as my balls tickled her ass. Eva’s fingers tickled my hair, first on my chest, then on my head. I turned so I could kiss and suck on her fingers as she bore down and gripped my cock tight with her muscles. I grunted as I moved in and out, nice and slow, teasing us both. Eva, though, wanted more. She rubbed her clit rapidly. I got the message and started moving harder, lunging in and out hard enough that my balls were slapping her ass fairly loudly.

Eva pulled her legs back and around so they could move freely. Since my arms were free as well, I grabbed her arms and pinned her down as I fucked her harder, slamming my body onto hers, and she groaned with deep heat and lust each time. “Fuck me, naughty Bear. Fuck me hard and deep. I’m your devil, your slut, you lover, all and everything.”

“I’m yours too, your wicked man, so fucking hot for you. Cum for me, my Devil. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.” I shifted so the top side of my cock was rubbing her clit with each stroke and she pressed her clit even harder. I reached under her ass and lifted her hips off the bed, changing our angle again, and this time Grace came hard, having to bite her lip to keep from shouting. I held still inside her, my cock twitching, bringing Eva to another climax, not as intense as the first one, but she enjoyed it enough so she was crying softly. When I settled down enough so I could move without shooting my cum inside her, I bent over Eva and kissed repeatedly. Romantic kisses, loving kisses. “I love pleasing you, Angel. It’s my pleasure to give you pleasure.”

She took a moment to catch her breath. “You do that, Bear, every time. Sweet, sexy Bear. Why don’t you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Besides, you have something I’ve been craving.”

“Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

“You can’t. So don’t try.”

I pulled out slowly and Eva shuddered again as I rubbed against her still sensitive clit. “Mmm a nice little bonus” my love exclaimed. “You really know how to make me crazy. In the best way.”

“Look who’s talking. I think I’m about to go a little nuts myself.”

“Speaking of nuts…” Eva kissed my balls as I relaxed on the bed. “I love these nuts. I love what’s in them. Some day they’re going to make us very happy indeed. But not tonight. Not like that.” She kissed her way to my shaft and then up to the head with her tongue slithering all over my dick. She really had developed incredible talent over the years.

Her tongue was caressing my glans, massaging and twirling, making me squirm. I twisted as she kept the pressure on me, looking up at my eyes and smiling with a pleased with herself grin. “I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, my love. I want it all in my mouth.”

“OK” I grunted. I was lucky to get that much out, the way I was feeling. I grabbed the headboard as my orgasm came slowly, then rushed up as Eva pushed the tip of her finger into my ass. “I’m cumming, Angel…!”

She took me into her mouth, pushed a little deeper into my ass, and let me fill her mouth with hot, creamy cum. Eva held it all until she was sure I was empty, then she moved up next to me and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue and my cum into my mouth. We swapped it back and forth, holding each other tight. Finally we each swallowed some, and settled back with small, loving pecks.

Eva laid back and I pressed my face into the crook of her neck and shoulder, kissing her where it made her giggle. “You’re still playful. But if we don’t get some sleep, we’re not going to be able to work tomorrow either.”

“I know. Too bad. I feel better tonight than I’ve felt in weeks. Angel, we did do the right thing today, didn’t we?” I asked earnestly.

“How could you even ask me that? What we did today was a Mitzvah (a Hebrew word for a Blessing, a good deed but more so). I know we don’t believe in god, but we still believe in a way we should live our lives. Taking care of Cammy is the best thing we can do with our lives, besides having our own children. Think how bad this could have gone for her if we weren’t around.”

“How are you always so wise? Not just smart, but wise. You talk about my ability to read people and get inside their minds. You have a warmth and kindness like no one I’ve ever known. I love you with all my heart. I always will.”

“Just like I’ll love you, Bear.” We were quiet for a minute and I could sense Eva thinking about something important. “Jon, my sweet Bear, what do you think about me going off the pill sometime soon? So maybe I could get pregnant in time to give birth sometime in June, after we graduate. What do you feel about that?”

“Honestly, Angel, I originally was thinking about a year after that. But I think that sounds like a great idea. I’d love for us to have a baby. A younger sibling for Cammy, kind of. I love it. I love you.” I kissed her warmly right on the lips.

“We can talk about it more over the weekend. But I think we’re ready.”

We really felt that way, ready to add another member to our family. A very tiny one. One we could all shower with love.

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September 1st, the week after we closed on my dad’s house, we closed on our own. Three moving men got to the apartment very early in the morning, and by 5PM we were moved into our new home. The furniture was where we wanted, but we had boxes and more boxes of smaller things and personal items to unpack. It would take days. And Cammy had seen the house from the outside, but never had been inside before. She loved it, loved the backyard, which was bigger than the one at our old house. She picked her room from the two smaller bedrooms, and after helping Eva and me unpack the kitchen and bathrooms, she went about setting up her own. She’d have to sleep on the floor that night but the next day we were getting a new bedroom set delivered for her so she’d be starting fresh.

We brought in a pizza that night, and we sat at our kitchenette in a house that was ours but felt like a strange place. It would take time for it to feel like home, but we would get there. And we did feel like family.

That night, tired as we were, Eva and I had to ‘christen’ the house, so to speak. I decided to be the seducer. She was lying in bed, the TV on, playing the news, when I came out of our bathroom in my robe, and nothing underneath. I went to her side of the bed and kissed her as I shut her lamp and then I took the remote control from her hand and shut off the news.

“Is someone feeling frisky tonight?” she asked with a smile I could see in the dark room. A room we had to figure our way around. Another kiss.

“Could be. I’m should be exhausted, but I’m in the mood to fool around with my gorgeous wife.”

“Then get in bed, Bear. Plenty of room for two.” I slid into the bed on her side instead of walking around to mind. She shuffled over and before I was fully in, we were kissing ardently. Even more fun than having sex together, was kissing each other. Well, maybe they were equal to each other. Her lips always set my body on fire. And I could feel her heat as well, dripping from her pussy. It was making me hungry.

Eva threw her head back, thrusting out her tits for me. I took the hint and went after them with my mouth so wet I was practically drooling. I licked and I sucked and I even bit a little, going back and forth between her soft mounds, small globes I had come to adore. “Jon, suck them, suck them like a hungry Bear going after honey.” She was moaning and trembling and I rubbed my hand down her smooth, flat tummy towards her pussy, teasing her for a while. Then, before she could get off, I decided to do something we only did occasionally, I turned her over so she was laying on her tummy and I moved so I was kissing her toes.

“Bear, that tickles. But in a fantastic way!” I bent her right leg to kiss and lick her toes and her soles. Thankfully she took her shower before I did. Also thankfully, Cammy’s room was as far down the hall as possible, about 30 feet or so, because Eva was moaning loud enough to waked the dead. It got even worse when I licked and kissed my way up the back of her leg. And when I got to the place behind her knee, she almost came. If I had even barely touched her pussy, she would have cum.

Eva was practically crawling around as I went higher, up to her ass. “You having fun there, Angel?” I teased.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m desperate to cum! If you don’t let me, I might have to take care of it myself!”

I saw her push her hand under her body towards her pussy but I stopped her. “Not yet! Not until I let you!” I gave her ass a light slap.

“Bear, you’re driving me out of my mind! Please…” she whimpered. “Please, please…” she kept moaning, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

I wanted to do her other leg, but she was so desperate by that point, I couldn’t torture her any longer. I moved my body so my head was between her legs, her ass in my face, and I used my tongue on her overheated pussy. It wasn’t more than thirty seconds before I heard her crying out “Oh, Bear, I’m cumminggggg…!” I kept licking her lips, my nose between her cheeks, as Eva burst through one powerful orgasm, then quickly through a second. Her honey was all over her thighs and on the sheets, which obviously we had just put on the bed. The scent got to me. I was already hot for her but that just made me need her right then.

I moved up, my dangling cock brushing against her left leg as I went along her petite, slender body. She laughed lightly, knowing what was coming, “Come and get it, Bear. Get it while it’s hot” and I laughed with her.

“Mine is hot too” I whispered in Eva’s ear as I kissed her cheek. She made a soft mewling sound and lifted her ass a little so I could get easier access. She was nice and wet, but also snug and there was incredible friction going into her pussy. Eva moaned and rotated her head all around as I went as deep as I could go.

She wasn’t the only one moaning in glorious bliss. I felt lovely waves all through my body, starting at the head of my cock and along a thousand nerve paths from my toes to my head. I rested most of my weight on my legs so I could run my hands along her sides and I kissed the back of her neck repeatedly. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known” said with soft sobs. I was so deeply in love with Eva, as I am to this day. The feelings mutual. “I love you so much.” I kissed her upper back and the back of her head.

“No fair. I can’t kiss you” Eva protested. “And I really, really need to kiss you, Bear.” I couldn’t argue with that. I was the object of her desire. What man can resist that? I pulled out, helped her turn onto her back, and was back inside her in less than two seconds. God, she felt so good. Her hands were gliding over my chest and we were kissing and kissing some more. Kisses that grew more needy, more insistent. I lifted up on my hands with my arms straight and tight and my cock kept twitching away. I pressed my body hard onto Eva’s, crushing her clit between our pelvic bones, causing her to cry out as she gripped my arms and dug her nails into my biceps. “Cum inside me Bear! II need to feel your warmth!”

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I moaned a lot louder than I wanted to, but I couldn’t help it. My balls pulled up to my body and I emptied them deep inside my wonderful wife. Four, five deep spurts followed by a few weaker spasms. Then I felt weaker, drained of my strength, but in a good way. I eased down on top of my wife and kissed her with tender loving care. “Thank you, my Angel. You always give me just what I need. You always know.”

“Look who’s talking. You were amazing, like always” Eva purred in my ear. We got on our sides of the bed, a wet spot between us, so we both got a little of it. No big deal.

We were ready to say goodnight when Eva said “Jon, were you serious when you said you were ready for us to get pregnant?”

“Well, I don’t think I can get pregnant” I said with a chuckle, “but I am ready for you to carry our child. So, seriously, I am ready for us to have a baby.”

She was silent for a few seconds. “I stopped taking the pill a few weeks ago. And I should be fertile right about now. Are you really ready if I got pregnant tonight, our first night in our new home?”

I turned to look at her and I saw that glow on her face, that glow that told me she wanted this more than anything. My heart reached for her, and then my hands did as well. “I am ready, Angel. I hope it did happen tonight. But if not, we can have a lot of fun trying every night.” We both laughed, the most pleasant laugh imaginable. Then we held each other close, right on top of the wet spot. Big fucking deal! We were out to start our own family!

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In the next two weeks, before school started for Eva and me and then for Cammy a few days after us, we got her registered at her new high school in our district, we finished unpacking our boxes and we had a small fight with Cammy about a concert she wanted to go to. Primarily, I was reluctant to let her go to Madison Square Garden with three other 15-16 year olds without parental supervision. She didn’t talk to me for two days until Eva reasoned with me, reminding me of my own first concert experiences. “We have to give her the chance to show she’s responsible, Jon. Even if she makes a mistake in some way. If she smokes some grass. Teens have to be given the chance to prove themselves. If she does make a mistake, she can learn from it. And we both know she’s a smart and level headed young woman. She’s not going to commit a crime or something. Give her a chance, sweetheart.” She was right, of course. In my heart I trusted my sister. I had my first MSG concert when I was fifteen, but I was responsible for her. I was just worried for her safety as her guardian. So the next day, before Cammy met some of her friends to go clothes shopping for school, I told her I was wrong and she could go to the concert. She hugged and kissed us both before bounding out of the house to catch a bus to meet her friends.

“I’m going to get prematurely grey from this parenting thing” I said wryly to Eva.

She put her arm around my waist and tilted her head up to kiss me. “Some men look stunningly handsome when they go grey” she said with a smile. “Sexy, even.”

“Well, I’d rather not find out if that going to be me. I can wait until I’m fifty at least before I go grey. At least.”

“You’ll always be sexy to me, my Bear. Want to take me to bed and let me show you?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d love more.” We went to our room and, being alone in the house, felt free to express ourselves. Loud.

Later that afternoon, I was going through one of my drawers on my night table and I found an envelope I’d forgotten about. It was the safety deposit box key my father had sent through his lawyer almost two months before. It completely slipped my mind. “Honey!” I called to Eva as she sat at her vanity, brushing out her long, silky hair. “I forgot my father sent his safety deposit box key and his power of attorney for me to get into it. We have to go to the bank, pay the rental and see what’s still in there. I can’t imagine he’d send me the key if he cleaned it out.”

‘No, that doesn’t seem likely. What was in it the last time you saw it?”

“That was where your engagement ring was, your pin and Cammy’s pearls. There was other jewelry, and some envelopes that I didn’t look in. We need to get down there.”

So before we went and did a big food shopping, we went to the bank, filled out some paperwork and, after paying off three months of rental on the box, Eva and I were brought downstairs to where the boxes were. The assistant manager left us alone in a room with the box, closed the door, and we opened the box.

Inside was all my mom’s jewelry, every piece, the ones he gave her and the one’s that mom inherited from her family. Some really lovely pieces. We were stunned; my dad stole money from my sister but never sold any of the jewelry. It was confusing.

Then in two manila envelopes there were a bunch of bonds, government bonds that must have been bought by my own grandparents during the First World War. They reached maturity back in 1947, thirty five years before, and the total face value was $123,000. They were worth more than double that by then.

Eva was even more shocked than I was. “Jon, what did your grandparents do? Where did they get over sixty thousand dollars to invest back then?”

“My mother’s father was a stockbroker. I knew she came from money, but this is beyond belief. I don’t understand my father at all. Why wouldn’t he have used this legal money instead of stealing from my sister? I feel like I don’t understand anything about him at all. I mean, this is so generous, but…who the hell is my father?”

Eva took my hand. “Some people are very hard to understand, Jon. Their motives are a mystery to themselves, let alone someone else. Right now, we have to figure out what to do with all this. We can’t just take it home.”

“We should leave it here where it’s safe. Then we have to bring Cammy tomorrow and show her. It’s hers as much as mine. Really it’s dads, but I assume he wanted us to have it.”

We left, did the food shopping in a bit of a fog, and then we waited for my sister to come home for dinner.

We explained what happened and what we found and Cammy went from surprised to shocked. Then when we took her the next day to see for herself, she was confused and hurt. She couldn’t understand either why our father had put everyone through so much grief. And where was he? He hadn’t been in touch with us and when we tried to get in touch with him that night through Jessie, she told us he moved out, she didn’t know where he was, and good riddance to him and to us before she hung up abruptly.

We had a long talk about the jewelry and bonds. What we decided was that Cammy should get to choose a couple of pieces she wanted for herself, then Eva would as well, and the others would stay in the box for the time being. The bonds we would have to consult an accountant about. Not only were they valuable but we would owe taxes on them if we cashed them out. Some of that money could help Eva and me replace some of the expenses we incurred the past year and it could help us with graduate school and for Cammy’s care. It was a lot to think about.

School started, Eva and I ran the ‘Y”s (as the YM-YWHA camp we worked at was called) afterschool programs. Cammy even worked there after school for her own spending money.

Just before October, Eva started feeling unwell, especially in the morning. While I didn’t like to see her sick, we got excited. We hoped it meant something wonderful, so we she saw her gynecologist and a few days later, it was official: she was pregnant! When we got the phone call at work, we sat in our joined office and hugged and cried. We kept the door closed for ten minutes, to give ourselves that short time alone.

“I’m so thrilled, Bear! I can’t quite believe it. Are you happy, my love? Really happy?”

“Are you kidding? This is the best news ever! I don’t think I could be happier! We have to tell Cammy and your parents! And our relatives!”

“No, not everyone, not yet. Let’s keep this private for a little while. We can tell Cammy on her birthday; it’s only a week away. Then we’ll tell my parents. After that. maybe we should wait a month or two to tell our friends and the family. Give it some time, ok?”

“Ok, my darling. Whatever you think is best. In fact, I have an idea for how to tell Cammy…” I shared my idea and Eva loved it. Then we opened the door and went back to work.

We met a few days later with her gynecologist again, who was also an obstetrician. He went through the What To Expect When You’re Expecting instructions with pamphlets. He went over dietary plans, things to do and not do (sex was fine!), and appointment schedules. Eva was feeling poorly in the mornings, but was better after breakfast. And we hid it from Cammy, though she wondered what was going on. My sister was no dummy.

A week later it was Cammy’s sixteenth birthday and we threw her a Sweet 16, about 30 teens and a few parents we had become friendly with, plus a few of our own friends and close family. The party was down in our basement for the teens; Eva and some of the other women decorated the room, and we brought in pizza’s and ice cream cake. It wasn’t a fancy party, but Cammy loved it, which was all we cared about. She got a lot of clothes, some gift certificates and a funky pair of boots from Eva’s parents. It was a very nice day all around.

That night, after everything was cleaned up and the garbage thrown out, we sat down with her. Eva said “We’re very glad you liked your party, honey. We wish it could have been fancier..”

“Eva, don’t be silly. I had a great time. I loved the party. I love you both.”

I added “And we love you. We have a gift for you, too.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything. You both are so sweet!” She was smiling big; she loved getting gifts, like almost everyone does.

Eva said “Well, this is a little special, sweetie.” We gave her a rectangular wrapped jewelry sized box. “This isn’t from the safe deposit; this is from us, from all of us” she smiled and I held her hand, grinning as well.

Cammy opened the paper carefully and opened the velvet box to find a fine gold neckless with four small gold hearts on it. She squealed with glee and hugged and kissed us both, crying a little with joy. “Eva, help me put it on!”

Eva got behind her and carefully clasped the chain and the four hearts rested on her bright green sweater. Cammy stood in front of a hall mirror, admiring the chain and hearts. We were waiting for her to notice there were four of them.

It didn’t take too long. “Jon, Eva, I understand why there would be three hearts, for each of us. But there are four here…oh my god! Eva, are you pregnant?” she said loud enough to be heard across the street.

Eva nodded yes with a big smile, then Cammy looked at me and I nodded too and Cammy ran to Eva first and hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. “Oh, I shouldn’t hold you so tight! I don’t want to hurt the baby!”

We laughed and reassured her she wasn’t going to hurt anyone, then she hugged and kissed me as well. “Four hearts…four Grossman’s! I’m so happy for you. For us!”

“That’s right, sis, for us. There will always be a place in our home for you, as long as you want one. We’re all family. Always, sweetheart.” I kissed her forehead.

“Aww you just want me around for a babysitter! But I don’t mind!” she giggled happily.

“Well, you might as well earn your keep while you’re here” Eva said, busting on her. It was the perfect end to the day, a wonderful day.

Later that night, after we all were changed for bed and in our robes, watching something on TV with Cammy sitting between us, she said “I wish dad was here. I miss him. I know he hurt us, but I still miss him.”

“I know, sweetie” I said as I stroked her hair. Eva held her from the other side. “I wish I knew how to get in touch with him. I don’t know why he doesn’t want to be around us. I’d forgive him for everything if he would just come back.”

Cammy was a little sad but when it got to 1AM (it was a Saturday night/Sunday morning) she got up to go to bed, smiling again. “Thank you both for the party. And especially the gift at the end. And I don’t mean the neckless itself. Hey, I’m going to be an aunt!” She hugged and kissed us goodnight, a little more special than she did most nights.

Eva and I were alone, and, despite being tired ourselves, we stayed on the couch for a little while. “Think she’s happy?” Eva asked with a tired grin.

“Yeah, a little. But more important, are YOU happy?”

“I don’t think I could be happier. Well, after the morning sickness ends I’ll be a little happier. But I think life is pretty great.”

“Same here. I still think about what would have happened if I hadn’t sat down in the hall with you that afternoon. Life would be very different.”

“I’d still be at Binghamton. Neither of us would be married, probably. And I wouldn’t be carrying our baby. Our baby. I love how that sounds, Bear. I just adore it.”

“I feel the same. Hey, I have a question. Do you think what people say is true? That men treat their wives different after they become the mother of their children?”

“What are you talking about, Bear? Treat them different in what way?”

“You know. Sexually. I’ve heard men don’t want to do certain things they used to do together after the wife becomes a mother.”

“It better not be true. We’d better keep going down on each other, playing games together and so on. I have a drawer full of stockings and panties I am not going to throw out. In fact, tomorrow Cammy is going to the mall with her friends. I think we should have a very dirty afternoon together.”

“I thought we were going to tell your parents.”

“Screw ’em. They’ll keep for a couple of days.” She snuggled closer in my arms and we shared a loving kiss.

“So, what game do you want to play?” I smiled wickedly.

“I think I’ll let it be a surprise. Lets get some sleep tonight and I’ll make it up to you after she leaves tomorrow.” I couldn’t wait.

Sunday I made breakfast for Cammy and myself after I went out early for fresh bagels. Eggs, bacon and buttered warm bagels…a good breakfast. Eva couldn’t eat that heavy so she just had a buttered bagel. She would feel better after that, and I’d make her lunch when she was hungry.

At noon, one of Cammy’s friends came by, driven by her mother, who was taking a few of them to the Queens Center Mall. She wouldn’t be home until after 6. Plenty of time for Eva and I to have some fun.

She showered first, and then got ready in the bedroom while I showered. After I was done drying my hair, I put on something a little fun for her, something I wore only once before, a black velvet mans thong under a pair of tan casual slacks and a green polo shirt. I knocked on the door. “Are you ready for me, Angel?”

“I’m ready, but I’m no angel! Come in, Mr. Grossberg-Glazer!” I went into our bedroom and there were candles lit all around the room. The shades were drawn giving the room a dark, kind of sleazy glow. And my sexy, delicious wife sat on the edge of the bed, wearing thick, cheap looking makeup, a snug white tank top with no bra, a tiny skirt that didn’t cover her ass and white long socks that came way up her thighs. White sandals with a thick, chunk heel was the final piece of the outfit. She looked downright slutty.

“So, Mr. Grossman, are you pleased with what you see?”

I just nodded my head; she wore this outfit once before, about a year before. I remembered the ‘game’.

“You have to say it, Mr. Grossman. The words. I have to be sure you’re not a cop.”

“Yes, Eva, you look just great.”

“Good. Now usually I get paid up front…you know, no paid, no laid…but I think I can trust you. Now are you ready to get wildly fucked today? I need to get fucked hard myself. But you’re still paying.” She got up and starting tracing her nails along my neck.

“Oh, I’m ready, Eva. And you’d better be ready as you say. I’m feeling very wicked and I’m looking to take it out on a hot little piece of ass like you!”

“Mr. Grossman, you say the sweetest things” she laughed, pulling my shirt over my head. “MMMM you have such a sexy, hairy chest. I love a man like that. It’s so masculine.” She kissed my neck, then down to my nipples and my pectoral muscles. Her lips and her touch were making me weak in the knees as I circled her nipples with my fingertips through her thin cotton tank. Her nipples, already thicker and fuller than they had ever been before due to her pregnancy, stood out in the tight material. I tweaked the right one with my fingers and Eva broke character for a moment, “Bear, be careful. My nipples are really sensitive.”

“I’m sorry, Angel. I’ll be much more gentle with you.” I kissed her lovingly.

“I didn’t say that. I’m looking forward to a good time today. Just be careful with my nipples.” Then back into character. “So Mr. Grossman, I don’t usually kiss my tricks, but you’re so fucking handsome.” She gave me a kiss that was almost a tonsilectomy. Her tongue thrust deep in my mouth, not passionate but dirty. I grabbed her roughly and returned the kiss, pushing back into her mouth while I reached down and grabbed her soft ass with both hands. I could feel lace panties, small ones, little bikini style. I didn’t know the color, but white would have been my guess.

I lifted her off the floor and put her on the bed, a little carefully. She leaned back on one elbow while her hand traced over her almost flat tummy (she wasn’t showing yet, but I could tell a slight difference in her body) and then she touched her pussy over her skirt. “I’m going to get fucked today!” she taunted me with a sing-song voice.