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1.

Carrie and Mark MacDonald were enjoying another of their regular fuckings, Mark with his fat rod buried deep in his sister’s cunt, his big balls, overloaded with a lavish helping of spunk, slapping against Carrie’s spread thighs. A few feet away from them, their father Cam, short for Cameron, lay naked on the sun lounge, stroking his hard cock as he enjoyed the latest live family porno show taking place right in front of him.

“You two are superb,” Cam said, the usual note of pride once again evident in his voice, his son and daughter’s enthusiasm only too plain to see as Mark embedded his formidable prick deeper within the soft silky folds of his sibling’s pussy, “each show you put on for your old dad is better than the last.”

Carrie flashed her father a smile of thanks, showing her perfect teeth, while juggling her tits in her hands, as Mark pulled out and she shifted her position, lifting one leg up on the sun lounge so that her foot brushed against Cam’s legs.

“That looks fantastic, my dears,” Cam enthused again, his mouth drooling and his voice heavy with lust, “better than anything I’ve got in my porno collection.”

Cam had a completely unobstructed view of his daughter’s bare arse and as she leaned forward for Mark to re-insert his cock, he gasped as Carrie reached down with her hands between her legs to spread her labia, exposing her pink moist gash to her father – not that Cam hadn’t had the pleasure of ogling it hundreds of times before, nor indeed licking and fucking it – as she waited with eager anticipation for her brother to resume what he did best – tearing her pussy to shreds with another one of his expert fucks.

Cam’s appreciative eyes roamed over Carrie’s body from head to toe, taking in his daughter’s soft slim neck, partially obscured by her long golden hair that hang down in a similar style to her mother’s, before letting his eyes drift down the small of her back and over her naked buttocks to her slim feminine legs that culminated in a pair of dainty little feet. Even now, after all these years, Cam still couldn’t quite believe that he and Lucy had brought such a wonderful daughter into the world – and a wonderful son, too.

Mark managed a smile in his father’s direction, too, through the beads of sweat that had erupted on his handsome unlined face; he loved fucking his sister, as he also did his mother, especially in front of an audience. The feel of his cock trapped snugly within the tight folds of his blood relatives’ pussies was second-to-none as it also was when he fucked his father.

Now, as Mark exerted as much pressure as he could, bringing all his years of experience to bear, Carrie rocked back and forth on her slim smooth legs, her pussy becoming slicker as it hungrily gobbled up every inch of Mark’s gargantuan rod. Cam licked his lips as he watched his son and daughter in action, they never failed to put on a show of supreme excellence, always giving one hundred per cent to their efforts as they performed, displaying all the confidence that years of belonging to a happy and loving incestuous family had taught them.

Cam was all eyes as he watched the walls of Carrie’s nubile cunthole encapsulating her brother’s very experienced and very talented fuck pole in a vice-like grip while at the same time pushing back to meet head-on its every thrust. Their father tugged on his own experienced cock a little harder, causing another dribble of pre-cum to emerge from his pee hole, his son’s arse cheeks clenching as his daughter took her brother’s cock balls deep in her pussy.

At sixty years old, Cam was glad he was still capable of extracting maximum pleasure from his much-cherished endowment. All that nonsense he had read forty years ago as a young man just out of his teens, i.e. that a man reaches his sexual peak at twenty-one and its all a downhill spiral from then onwards was a complete and utter farce, at least as far as Cam was concerned.

In truth, Cam didn’t give a toss why he had never lost his love of sex, he was just glad that his drive was as strong as it had ever been and that was all that mattered. Let the psychologists yak about it with their mumbo jumbo if it pleased them, Cam often thought, he was too busy enjoying himself to worry or wonder about what they had to say. And how great that Mark and Carrie had inherited the same intense love of sex, must be something to do with those genes inherent in all of us.

Carrie’s screams were drowning out the singing of the birds as the sun beat down on a day filled with the magic of summertime and the garden resounded and reverberated as it once again bore witness to the heady breathy sounds of its owners engaged in some really hot sex. The screams, alternating between grunts and groans and moaning whimpers and combined with Mark’s grunting, almost drowned out the sound of Jem’s jeep being driven slowly up the sun-kissed drive before the engine puckered and died and Cam’s brother-in-law climbed out, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

“Fucking hell!” Jem, short for illegal bahis Jeremy, exclaimed, licking his lips at the intense scene which greeted him and delighted to have timed his arrival just right, “this is a sight for sore eyes!”

“Blimey, Jem, what are you doing here?” asked Cam, pleased to see him nevertheless and glad that his wife’s brother seemed to be in his usual naturally ebullient mood.

“Well, good afternoon to you, too,” said Jem, feigning a caustic tone, “that’s a nice welcome, I must say. Anyone’d think you wasn’t pleased to see me.”

“Don’t be daft,” rejoined Cam, “but you could have phoned first.”

“What and interrupt the party?” said Jem, “not that I expected you to be up to anything on a hot day like this. Thought you’d all be flaked out now having another one of your siestas.”

Cam laughed out loud; he had never taken a siesta in his life, at least not voluntarily though, these days, now that he was older, he sometimes found himself falling asleep when he least wanted to.

“Don’t give me that, Jem,” Cam replied, as Jem approached the verandah, rubbing the bulge that had instantly formed inside his close-fitting jeans, “what else did you expect us to be doing on a day like this?” Cam went on. “Discussing the price of plums and the credit crunch?”

“Now now, Cam dear, don’t be facetious,” said Jem, putting on his best theatrrical voice, finely tuned from the many am dram productions he had appeared in over the years, “it doesn’t become you. Though I suppose there’s always a chance you might have been.”

“Might have been what?” asked Cam, innocently.

“Discussing the price of plums and that other thing you said,” replied Jem.

“Oh, give over man, for crying out loud,” rejoined Cam, though he was only half serious. Having known Jem since they were both teenagers, he was used to his brother-in-law’s ways by now.

Another grown from the far end of the verandah caused the two older men to glance in the direction of Mark and Carrie who were still fucking like rabbits as if their lives depended on it.

“Hi, uncle Jem,” Carrie managed to greet the new arrival inbetween grunting as Mark continued to pound in and out of her pussy. “You knew full well what we’d be up to today, I bet,” she added, having clearly heard Jem’s tete-a-tete with her father, in spite of all the noise she and Mark were making.

“Or any other fucking day, knowing you lot,” said Jem, leering wickedly at his niece and nephew as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his best friend and began masturbating the old todger, running his hand up and down the thick shaft, grateful that his cock, like Cam’s, was still in full working order. “Glad I got here in time, wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”

“You always was a master in the art of timing, Jem,” Cam said, his mouth drooling not only from the pleasure of seeing his son and daughter in action but also watching Jem wanking his aroused prick right in front of him and admiring his brother-in-law, who was only a year or so younger, at how instantly he had achieved his hard-on.

“Too bloody right I am,” retorted Jem, his big sweaty balls swinging backwards and forwards as he carried on pleasuring himself, “and thank fuck, too.”

Jem’s remark was almost drowned out by another loud squeal from Carrie as a particularly hard thrust from Mark hit her G-spot for the umpteenth time. Mark was too busy concentrating on fucking his sister to say anything, his back to his father and uncle who were watching his powerful naked arse cheeks quivering in the sunlight and shadow of the perfect summer afternoon, but he raised a hand and gave his uncle a thumbs up sign to welcome him into the fold.

Jem quickly removed his clothes and joined his relatives in the nude, luxuriating in the joy of being unashamedly naked and the feel of the hot sun on his back as he moved in to get a closer look at the action.

“What brings you here, anyway?” Cam asked again, a few moments later, knowing full well the reason why and matching Jem stroke for stroke, their hands flying up and down their poles with such speed it was as if they had both just discovered masturbation for the very first time.

“Need you ask?” Jem replied, his thick juicy knobhead peeping in and out of an incredibly long foreskin as he wanked, “I was feeling really horny and when I’m like that, there’s only one place to head for: here. Where’s that sex-mad slut of a sister of mine, by the way?”

“She’s having a lie down inside,” said Cam, “I think the heat must have got to her. One of us is having a siesta, at least,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

“I’ll soon sort that wife of yours out for you, Cam,” Jem said succinctly and Cam smiled, knowing from many years of experience that Cam was always true to his word. “She’ll soon shake herself out of her slumbers once she sees what I’ve got for her,” Jem continued, holding out his cock to his relatives, just in case they hadn’t got the message.

Carrie and Mark grunted again in unison as they casino siteleri kept going, such was their enthusiasm that once on heat they could carry on regardless for as long as necessary. Jem was so horny watching them, he let go of his cock to avoid shooting too soon and moved across the verandah with his outstretched cock leading the way, his ballsac nestling in a fuzzy mass of hot sweaty pubes.

“Fucking hell, you two,” Jem said, reaching out a hand and touching up Mark’s bare arse as he spoke, “you look like you’re going for gold.”

“Platinum,” murmured Cam, as his pride in his adult offspring once again swelled up inside him.

Jem stroked Mark’s arse for a few more moments before moving round to fondle Carrie’s tits and kissing his niece on the lips to which she responded eagerly, after which her uncle headed for the door to go in search of his sister.

“See you later,” he said cheerily, his arse cheeks working together as he disappeared inside and not witnessing his nephew and niece smiling back at his naked retreating form. They both loved the gentle touch of their uncle’s hands on their smooth naked flesh …

2.

After the brightness outside, Jem had to adjust his eyes to the gloom of the old house. As always, whenever he visited, he thought it was about time his relatives got rid of this dark decrepit place or at least did it up a bit, after all, they had plenty of money. It was more in tune with an American-style homestead than an isolated mansion in the Scottish Highlands; indeed, it reminded Jem very much of the one in that old U.S. t.v. series “The Munsters”, which he had loved as a kid all those years ago.

When would that have been, mid-1960s? Yes, of course it was, so ancient now that when, occasionally, repeats turned up on t.v. nowadays they were all in musty black-and-white. Which, of course, suited the hilarious tales of the qwerky family, giving them a real feel of the times in which they were made.

Even now, as Jem climbed the stairs to the room his sister Lucy shared with her husband Cam, his hard cock throbbing in his hand and humbing “The Munsters” theme tune to himself before changing to whistling the melody of the old Rosemary Clooney song “This Ole House” – one of Jem’s favourites – he wouldn’t have been in the least surprised to see Fred Gwynne and Yvonne de Carlo standing at the top, resplendent in full Herman and Lily Munster make-up.

All the windows were open on account of the heat, a sweltering and stultifying airlessness that rarely came to this part of the world, and Carrie’s cries of pleasure could still be heard, reaching into the darkest corners and crevices of the old house, not only through the open panes but also the cracks in the walls.

The cock-hardening heady sounds of a family at sex were evident every day at the old house and Jem was grateful he had chosen an afternoon to visit when things seemed to be going psrticularly well. Jem always liked to get involved in the action straightaway, to be able to stroll in when things were at full throttle, strip off and get down to it with no messing about standing around waiting for someone to make the first move. Not that that happened very often where Jem’s family was concerned, if indeed it ever happened at all.

Jem reached the top of the stairs and made his way along to the marital bedroom. The door was shut but, as usual, he didn’t bother to knock, he opened it and walked straight in.

To his disappointment, the room was empty. Hadn’t his brother-in-law said his sister was having a lie down?

“Where the hell is that sex-mad bitch, then?” Jem mused silently to himself. “Trying to hide from me, eh?” he went on before it dawned on him that he had turned up unexpectedly and that therefore Lucy would in no way be hiding herself from him – not that she ever did, she loved his cock too much for that.

Turning back to the door, Jen heard the trinkling sounds of water coming from the bathroom at the other end of the landing. Obviously, that sister of his had decided to go take a bath. Well, that was no problem, Jem had no preferential places in which to give his sibling a good going over, wherever he and Lucy happened to suck and fuck was always the best and right place at the time and therefore OK by him.

The bathroom door was ajar and Jem could see his naked sister sitting in the cool water in the old bath tub, her once blonde hair, now streaked with strands of grey, cascading over her shoulders and reaching halfway down her back. Her big and still firm tits, with their delicious nipplies standing out from her purply aureoles, were just above the level of the water line and Jem watched excitedly for a few moments as Lucy sloshed the soapy suds all over them, rubbing them together with a very sexy and provocative squelching sound.

Jem licked his lips and gave his cock another tug, loading up his balls in the process, as he advanced into the bathroom; it had been a good fortnight or so since he’d last visited and he was as horny as fuck.

“Hi poker siteleri there, you old slag,” he said, “ain’t you got a kiss for me?”

Lucy, startled, turned her head over her shoulder, flicking her hair to one side in the process and stared at her brother.

“Oh, it’s you, Jem,” she said, as if she hadn’t recognised his voice and not batting an eyelid that he was completely naked and holding his rock-hard erection in his hand, “ain’t you ever thought of knocking?”

“That’s exactly what I intend to do,” Jem replied, giving a puerile giggle like a boy of fourteen instead of a man in his late fifties, “some hard knocking with you. Besides, the door was wide open anyway.”

“Not tbat that would have made any difference with you,” giggled Lucy, happily, in spite of herself pleased to see Jem, as she always was.

“Too fucking right it wouldn’t,” said Cam, “I’ve a hard-on here that only an expert cocksucker like you can deal with.”

Jem held his cock, still as beautiful and tasty-looking as a young man’s, out to his sister to show her what she had been missing for the past fortnight and then leaned in and kissed Lucy on the lips, snaking his tongue into her mouth while reaching out a hand to fondle her boobs, unsagging and as delightful to the touch as they had been forty years ago.

“I came in here to have a bath to cool off,” said Lucy when she broke the kiss with Jem, “not to suck cock.”

“Ah, come on, sis,” said Jem, “don’t give me all that bullshit. You know you’re always up for it.”

Indeed, Lucy was but she always liked to tease her brother by making him wait awhile.

“What brings you here, anyway?” she went on, prolonging the agony for Jem.

“That’s exactly what Cam said,” replied Jem. “If you don’t know by now, then you never will.”

“You sex mad sod,” Lucy replied, now laughing outright instead of simply giggling.

“Takes one to know one,” her brother answered, pinching his sister’s tits gently between the tips of her fingers.

Jem drew himself back up to his full height and held out his cock again to his sister. He’d always been proud of his thick meat stick and delighted that he belonged to an incest family where he could go nude and show it off to his relatives with impunity. Jem, an enthusiastic amateur actor, was also an enthusiastic enxhibitionist, the two going hand in hand, and any embarrassment he once might have felt exposing and displaying himself had long since been lost in the mists of time …

3.

Jem’s foreskin retracted easily and the pink head bobbed in front of Lucy’s nose, complimented by the heavy sacs of her brother’s cum-laden balls. Lucy smiled, she had always loved sucking on her brother’s cock, ever since the foursomes they had enjoyed with their late parents, many years earlier after she and her twin had become consenting adults from the age of eighteen onwards. Cam was a friend of Jem’s and had often visited the Miller household to join in with Lucy, Jem and their parents and there was much celebration when, a few years later, Lucy accepted Cam’s proposal of marriage.

The wedding had taken place two years after Cam’s proposal. Two and a bit years after that, Lucy and Cam’s first child, Mark, had been born and, after a well-planned interval, their second child Carrie arrived, soon after Mark had turned three. Lucy and Cam had lived with her parents and Jem for the first few years after their marriage and the family orgies had continued unabated but after the birth of Mark, Lucy and Cam had moved out into the old house that had been their home now for the past thirty-six years.

Jem and Lucy’s father Angus had died eleven years ago and their mother Jean only five years back, both from natural causes, having lived well into their eighties and sexually active almost to the end. Jem had thought at one time that, now he was on his own, his sister and her family might ask him to move in with them, especially as Mark and Carrie were by then consenting adults and had been duly inducted into the family sex club, but the invite never came and Jem, forward in many ways especially where sex was concerned, was not going to ask.

Besides, he was quite comfortable – when all was said and done – in the house his parents had left him in the delightful little town of Callander, a much more modern abode than the dilapidated excuse for a house he now stood in.

Whatever had possessed his sister and brother-in-law to purchase such a run-down property in the first place was something he had long ceased pondering on, it wasn’t his place to reason why. Perhaps they kept it this way to “tie in” with their bohemian lifestyle.

Nevertheless, Jem knew he was welcome at the old house anytime and visited as often as he could, moreso nowadays since he missed very much the hot daily sex he’d enjoyed with his mother before her passing and grateful that his sister and her family still welcomed him.

The sex with his mum and sister – and later his niece and nephew – had always been so fucking fabulous that Jem had never felt the need nor the inclination to look for a wife of his own. Likewise, Mark and Carrie had not troubled to find themselves spouses, not when all their needs and comforts were well povided for within the family, in every possible way imaginable.

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An Unwitting Discovery

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Notes [Last revised 9/14/15]:

– Special thanks to Ciguardian for patiently giving feedback on pacing, editing and re-editing of this story.
– All characters are the product of the authors’ imagination, and are 18 years of age or older.
– Although this is a standalone series there are undisclosed details in Unintended Consequences and Empty Nesters.
– We don’t think there is a particular reading order, since the reveals make it more interesting in the order published. However, several readers have commented that the order should be Unintended Consequences, then Empty Nesters, followed by this tale.
– Some reveals in this story precede and follow both of those stories.
– Any spelling errors should be attributed to the use of ‘Texas jargon’, which litters the pages of this story like so many armadillos along a busy roadside.
– This story, like most of our stories, has a long lead up.
– Checking the story tags may spoil the twist.

It was the start of my sophomore year at North Carolina State University (NC State). Living on campus for the first two semesters had been okay, though having three roommates made study – and life, for that matter – a little difficult at times. I had lived in a four-bedroom apartment that shared a single open ‘common’ area and one bathroom. That wasn’t ideal, but I’d been mostly okay with it since it was inside the engineering dorm, which was supposed to be for the more dedicated students.

The problem with ‘supposed to be’ is that it often differs drastically from reality. I found my fellow occupants were dedicated, but their dedication was to pursuit of game. Their ‘prey’ consisted mostly of combatants in online video games, but a couple of the guys had a side pursuit of bedding as many of the females on campus as possible. These particular young men also seemed to tilt the tables to their advantage by making themselves immune to the effects of alcohol. The fact that the drinking age was 21, didn’t seem to interfere with their managing to languish on the edge of sobriety. They reminded me of my stepfather, although Pete had generally kept his sheets ‘throwed’ more firmly to the wind.

These distractions, coupled with simply adjusting to this new environment, caused my first year in engineering to go less smoothly than I’d hoped. I wound up pulling low B’s in some of my core courses, and I hadn’t expected that, since I’d gotten mostly A’s in high school. Another thing that I hadn’t expected was how well I’d done in the biology class I’d taken as an elective. I had taken AP Biology in high school, but always figured I’d follow in my Dad’s path by taking up some type of engineering. It seemed to have worked well enough for him. Instead, I found myself engrossed in all of the new advances in biology, so I’d followed up with two more core BIO courses in my spring semester. I found myself just flying through them, along with calculus I and II, and general chemistry I and II.

I’d gotten into college, mostly, based on my math SAT score and good grades. My English score was passable, but on the low side. That meant that I had a few courses to make up, but I’d done pretty well in my remedial English classes, both semesters. In fact, I’d gotten A’s in every course except my major, so I was really rethinking my chosen path.

Towards the end of the spring semester, I had already decided I wanted to take a break over the summer. I wanted to go see my Dad and think about things. But when I’d called in April, I found out that he and Aunt Katie were going on a vacation to Europe. I was in the midst of making a whole ‘nother set of plans when he’d called me back to invite me to go with them. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity. I’d loved taking French and German, in high school, and wanted to see more of the world. Dad had been to all kinds of cool places after my parents divorced and I felt pretty fortunate to have been invited along, on this trip.

By the end of my second semester, I had just about had a full hat of the dorm situation. I’d done the calculations and, if I spent just a little more, I could afford an efficiency apartment. The burn rate from the college fund Dad had set up wouldn’t increase too much. Additionally, I felt I could forego the fun stuff he’d told me there would be funds to cover. The final straw that pushed me to move was an incident where one of my roommates had used my room for sex while I was out studying at the library. This guy had a reputation for being the sort that was naturally horizontal. However, his activities had cost me a night’s sleep before a big test in engineering. In my opinion, it had been the reason I’d gotten a C on the final. It dropped my overall grade for the course to a mid B. That was actually a little higher than the previous semester’s engineering course, but I felt as though I should be making A’s in my major.

So I spent the last week of May moving into my new efficiency and, Casibom when June came, I flew to Vienna to meet up with Dad and Aunt Katie. From there, we went off to several different cities and had a great trip. It was a very enlightening trip in many respects; I learned a lot about myself. I learned a lot about Dad and Aunt Katie, as well.

One of the side-benefits of the trip was that I had time to get Dad’s honest input on the possibility of my chancing my major. Since he was an engineer, I’d expected him to balk at my idea of switching my major to biology, but he was actually super supportive! His words had been, “Tommy, I’m still putting money in your college 529 and personal funds. You need to make sure you really like what you are preparing to do in life. Get that right, everything else is gravy.”

Well, that’s my version of it. Dad has an odd way of speaking, to my way of thinking. I spent most of my ‘growing-up years’ in Texas, while Dad was raised in North Carolina, so we have slightly different vocabularies. When Mom left Dad, she moved us to Austin, and my use of colorful Texas colloquialisms increased dramatically. Lately, though, I’ve noticed my language skills are changing – most likely the result of my remedial English classes. I find myself working constantly to adjust my speech and writing. Now that I think about it Dad would never have used the word, gravy. In fact, I was starting to drop it from my vocabulary, too.

My Texas drawl had gotten me some sideways glances, my first few months on campus. It garnered some chuckles in English class, as well. Funny thing was, I was born in North Carolina, not too far from campus. On top of that, my accent had started to change to match the surrounding people fairly quickly, too. I’d bet money that most folks from up north couldn’t tell a Texan from a Tar Heel, just by listening to them speak. When I hear someone from either place, it’s pretty clear, at least to me.

Still, there’s speaking, and then there’s writing. I very quickly learned that most of my writing, in college, would be of a more technical nature, and there was no room for colloquialisms in such documents. As for speaking, I simply disliked feeling self-conscious when the instructor – or my classmates – looked strangely at me because of my choice of words when I gave an answer to a question posed in class.

One day in class last spring, while giving an answer to a question, I used the phrase, ‘rode hard and put away wet’. After the students settled from their belly laughs, the professor had me spend several minutes explaining myself. I worked hard to share the concept of the proper care of horses, before the instructor caught on that the phrase – one that any Texan would easily understand – was another way of saying ‘mistreated’ or ‘abused.’ Then he explained to me that around here term had a more vulgar meaning in the students’ vernacular. I thought about it a bit and realized the two meanings might not be all that different.

After returning from Europe, I found two experiences similar. Coupled together they both encouraged me to improve my ability to communicate and become more aggressive with my language and accent adjustments. I honestly liked hearing all the different accents I was exposed to, on campus. The thing is, accents can identify you with a particular place, and that can lead to your being incorrectly ‘pegged’ as being of a particular intellectual level, often a low one. So I listened to the sounds of the voices around me, and worked hard at minimizing my south-Texas drawl. I even fantasized that I might lose my accent, all together, while pursuing an advanced degree up north somewhere.

Dan – my father, and Pete – my stepfather, couldn’t be more different. Pete can strut sitting down, but can usually barely afford to put beer in the fridge. ‘Barely afford’ means that he does it, and then complains about anything else he has to buy.

Dan makes really good money, working as an engineer out on the oil platforms in the Gulf, and his month-on, month-off schedule doesn’t give him as much time to go spending it as most folks with ‘normal’ jobs have. He doesn’t flaunt his money, though, like some folks do. He’s got a fancy house, with a pool, down on the Gulf, but he says it’s just a house – a place for him to keep his stuff. Maybe he’s right, and it just seems like a fancy mansion to me, compared to the double-wide Mom and Pete have, just outside of Austin.

Dad always looks forward to having me visit for at least a month, in the summer, and a week or two every other Christmas. He’s kept my bedroom, there, just like it was when I lived with him. It is a place that is just mine and didn’t have to do double-duty as some other sort of room, despite the fact that I only spent a few weeks out of the year sleeping in it.

As far as I could tell, Dad – Dan – was a good man. I can’t recall him ever having a cross word for Mom, Casibom Giriş even after their divorce. Considering the fact that she cheated on him, and left him to run off with another man, that’s downright saintly. Even Dad’s version of their meeting gave Mom more credit than she probably deserved. The story went like this: He met this cute redhead on one of his computer gigs. She was ‘in charge of’ the computer database at a mom and pop electronics store. That was probably generous, too. I suspect she was just the one that did all the data entry, ’cause that’s what she does now. He said she was taking some night classes at one of the community colleges and needed some ‘tutoring’. The only words he used, that even approached casting a negative light on Mom, were still shaded with kindness. It was his description of how I’d been conceived.

“We’d been dating for about two months when Miss Launa Duinerua ‘forgot’ to take her pills and I knocked her up with you. It wasn’t quite a shotgun wedding, but it was close.”

Pete was the kind of guy that you can’t tell anything. To him, even my questions were wrong. I guess he fits that adage: You can always tell a Texan, but you can’t tell him much. Dan was pretty much the opposite in that regard. I could talk to him about damn near anything; he was a listener. When I was a little dude he took time to read to me, listen to my questions, and make sure I understood things in my classes. It set me up to a great start on my education.

Mom was cut from a different cloth. She spoke almost as little about her parents as Dad did, his. Still, I’d heard enough bits of information, over a lot of conversations with her, to gather that her folks were a little on the harsh side. The way they treated her bordered on abusive, and she’d wanted to be out from under them. It seemed pretty inexplicable, but she had very few nice words for Dad even when they were married. After the divorce, she would cut him down in front of me, every chance she got. My Mom wasn’t abusive to me, but she seemed to do things without considering their effect on me. I loved my Mom, after a fashion; she was my mother, after all. However, we were at odds more often than not. The God’s honest truth was Launa [Duinerua] [Anderson] Davis could start a fight in an empty house! Her dark red hair color seemed to personify her fiery moods.

Even as a kid, I understood why Dad’s job took him away from us for a month at a stretch. He was trying to make our lives better than what he’d had, when he’d been a kid. He never talked about his childhood much but certain clues would pop out: how strict his father had been, how his dad never had any real time for him, and how poor they’d been. Dad was gone for a month, and then home for a month, on account of the fact that he worked on drilling rigs and oil platforms. He couldn’t be home all the time but, when he was, he was all in. I guess Mom didn’t get that. Dan worked hard so we would have a good life – and we did, right up until the day that Mom met Pete.

It might seem a little thing, to some folks, but the break-up of a marriage is never a little thing, and that’s even truer when there are children involved. That was the biggest issue I had, with my Mom. I thought that her leaving Dan, for Pete, was a bad choice from the get go. She treated me like a naïve thirteen year old at the time, but I knew it was a raw deal and told her so. I was being ripped away from a truly good man who tried his best to be an excellent dad to me.

In his place was a weak excuse for a man, who really didn’t seem all that interested in me, or any kids for that matter. Worse, I was getting uprooted from my really nice home in Corpus Christi to move to a damn trailer park in Austin. The whole deal just plain sucked, and I resented it. The only good thing I had, going for me, was that – thanks to Dan’s coaching and patient tutoring – I was already taking advanced classes in high school when Mom left him. That, at least, got me into the advanced placement program at my new school in Austin.

During my last few months in high school, Pete reminded me fairly regularly that I’d better get a scholarship, or I was going to need to find some work and pay him some rent…. My grades had been good, but my SAT scores – while they were good enough to get me into college, weren’t high enough to qualify me for any scholarships, especially when Dad’s income was added to the equation.

When I got the letter of acceptance to Dan’s alma mater, NC State, I began to panic. During the week before visiting Dan for the summer, I’d been trying to figure out how I might get some college loans and then how I’d pay ’em all off when I got out.

Dan had, of course, provided my deliverance. When he told me he had my four years of college covered; I could have kissed a coyote! Not even Pete could let the air out of that balloon! Dan made that whole ‘get a job’ threat, Casibom Güncel Giriş from Pete, a moot point. On top of all the college funds, Dan bought me a brand new Ford Taurus. As much as I wanted to be my own man, I had to be honest with myself: Dad’s help was a Texas-sized relief.

Well, long story short, the encouragement from Dad, during the vacation, convinced me to switch my major to biology with a minor in engineering. It wasn’t like I was failing engineering. I just found the biology came to me naturally and was much more interesting. The start of the fall semester of my sophomore year I got into a junior level class on genetics that was only offered every other year. There were only twenty of us taking BIO-310, Principles of Molecular Genetics, and the associated lab. The class met every day at 3:00 PM, which was fairly unusual. Most classes gave days off, but this one met daily and included a required lab on Fridays at 5:00 PM following the class, for a total of five credits.

Monday was the last chance course change day, and Tuesday was the first day of classes this fall semester. Morning classes had gone smoothly, and I was waiting outside the lecture hall for my genetics class. A prior class was still going on, but about to let out. That was when a vision appeared beside the doorway. My eyes beheld the face and figure of the woman I hoped was going to be the future Mrs. Anderson. God, she was a sight! I was in love with her before we’d even spoken. I was certain it wasn’t just a physical attraction, like you might feel toward a super model; there was some strange, indefinable something that drew me to her.

Trying to place what it was about her, I assumed a casual leaning stance against the painted cinder-block walls of the old building, studying her as surreptitiously as I could from my position across the hall. Her face was very symmetrical and her figure feminine, but not overly so. She had strawberry blond hair that came down to her mid-back. She was a just about my height, maybe a little shorter since she was wearing low heels when I first saw her. Her lips were full and a little pouty, but they looked just right on her. None of that seemed to make a lick of difference, in my head. I was convinced it wasn’t purely a carnal attraction despite the fact that the only interaction we’d had, thus far, was visual.

The previous class had finally let out, but I kept staring until I realized I had probably looked a little too long. I blushed lightly as I passed her, going into the room. I headed for the back of the class, which I considered my normal spot. Sitting in back meant I could see everyone, plus it seemed to garner me less attention. Today, it also meant I would have a very good view of her as she had chosen a seat that was across the aisle of the small platform lecture hall.

Professor Franklin came in, introduced himself, and handed out the syllabus. Then he said, “There are some of you who shouldn’t be in this class.”

I thought to myself, Bet that fella is talkin’ about me.

He continued on, “The pace of this course is quite rapid. We’re going to cover a lot of material in the first two weeks. If you’re not keeping up by then, I suggest you drop.”

That stunned me. It was probably the most honest advice I’d ever heard, from an educator. Thing was, I took it as a challenge. I went home to my little efficiency and started reading the textbook that very night. I got through about a quarter of the book, and then started in on the supplementary material.

When Wednesday’s genetics class rolled around, there was a pop quiz. I knew I aced it cold, and that impression was verified when he collected the quiz sheets. He had kind of looked mine over with an astonished expression on his face. During the rest of that class session, I raised my hand for many of the questions he asked. Additionally, I asked him some questions when I felt that he glossed over some items that seemed important. When I left the class, that day, I felt like I was on top of the world. I walked down the hallway, heading for the parking lot, thinking about how great this semester would be. That’s when someone tapped me on the shoulder, prompting me to turn around.

I’m sure the astonishment on my face was unmistakable. I hadn’t forgotten about her, but had hardly expected to find myself face to face with her, that day or any other. I usually didn’t have that kind of luck with ‘average pretty’ girls, let alone drop-dead-gorgeous ones! My mind went momentarily blank, as I got lost in the twin glistening gems of her emerald eyes; I couldn’t believe she was standing there, talking to me.

“Hello, my name is Suzan. What’s yours?” she asked with a voice that melted my heart instantly.

It took me several agonizing seconds to realize it was my turn to speak. “Oh – um – I – uh.” The words stuck in my mouth. I tried again. “I’m Tommy,” I told her, keeping it simple.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy,” she smiled at me, seemingly unaware of how I’d just made a babbling fool of myself. “You really seem to have a grasp on this stuff. I haven’t seen you in any of my other biology classes, though. Did you just transfer in, here?”

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