Cousins Removed a New BeginningChapter 11
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The next day
It was Friday and Jan hadn’t turned her alarm off. It woke us up at an ungodly hour, she texted one of her employees and we fell back asleep. When I woke a second time, it was after ten and the smell of bacon was coming from the kitchen. I realized too, that I had no clothes with me besides what I had worn the night before. I pulled my boxers on and cracked the bedroom door.
“Are we alone?”
“Good morning sleepyhead. Just us.”
I padded out to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Jan, on the other hand was showered and dressed and ready for the day.
“You look cheerful,” I said.
“I am cheerful.” With a spatula in one hand, she hugged me quickly and then turned back to flip a dozen strips. Scrambled eggs were in the pan next to them.
“It’s Friday. What do you have on the schedule? Is there anything you have to do?”
“I have a doctor’s appointment at eleven. My pussy is sore and I don’t know why.”
I looked at her in my pseudo-sleepy state for a moment and then she started laughing and I was fully awake. Got it.
“I called Emma. She’s in charge when I’m not there. She’s got it until I get in. I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of before the weekend but it won’t take long. Mars is supposed to stay another night but I want to tell her and I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to do that. Do you want to come with me for that?”
“You know I do. I don’t have any clothes here.”
“I didn’t think my hot dildo needed clothes. Why don’t you get back in bed and wait?”
“Seriously?”
“No. I’m sore. I’ve never been sore before. Is that normal? I guess it’s normal for me. Hungry?”
“Famished. I think I must have burned a lot of energy yesterday. I can’t imagine how.”
“Right.” She served up a plate for me and poured me a cup of coffee.
I thanked her and sat down to eat. She sat across from me smiling and watching me eat.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I had eggs already. I’ll have some of your bacon though.” She took a piece and fiddled with it and finally took a bite.
“What’s on your mind? You practically have steam coming out of your ears cause you’re thinking so hard.”
“Danny, I have so many things on my mind, I can’t keep track. I started a list of things to talk about that have never come up.”
“I’m sure you do. Why don’t you hit me with the top couple of items?”
“You don’t have any clothes here. Do we move in together? How do we break that to Mars? How do our schedules change? Can you take Mars to and from school? When and where are we going to get married? Who’s going to be in our wedding and who are we going to invite? Those are just the starters. I have about a hundred more.”
I thought about it a minute and then tried to answer some of them. “I could move my clothes here. That’s a question for you to answer. I don’t know how mature Mars is and how she would respond to me moving in. Your call and I trust you on that. Maybe it’s just a timing issue but that’s all about Mars. I can take her to school. That’s not a problem. Since we’re now engaged, she doesn’t have to keep it a secret at school so it will be normal for me to take her. The cat’s out of the bag anyway. I got evil looks from another woman who asked me to dinner. Charleston is the wedding capital of the Southeast. I have a photographer friend and I know he will know all the best venues. I do know one that I like that’s close. It has a wonderful view and we could have the wedding and reception at the same place.”
“Ooh. I like the sound of that. Where?”
“Alhambra Hall.”
“I do like that. It’s close. It’s right on the water. Oh, it’s perfect. When?”
“If we want it outside, which is what Alhambra Hall is really good for, we should wait until it warms up a bit. Alhambra Hall could be booked for the next three years for all I know. Just something to consider. Honestly, I don’t think anything on your list is as important as getting this right for Mars.”
“You’re sweet. The two of us have already talked about it a lot. She’ll be thrilled.”
“You two talked about us getting married?”
“Of course. She already knows we were. She’s just been waiting for you to ask me. It was everything I could do to convince her not to bug you about it.”
“Nice. I go to a meeting on Wednesday and I’m the last to know about it. You and Franco have been talking. You and Amanda have already been talking. No wonder she was able to give such good advice. Mars has known for who knows how long that we were getting married. Any other tidbits you’d like to share?”
“Just one. You were amazing last night. You made me feel so good.”
“I did my best,” I said with a genuine smile of happiness.
“Not just the sex, though. I felt like you worshipped me. That you cherished me.”
“Both accurate.”
“Do you have any idea how that made me feel? How I still feel?”
“I can only hope.”
She walked behind me and leaned into me. I could feel her warmth and enjoy the soft scent of her perfume. She nuzzled her breasts against either side of my head and that was something new. I liked it.
“Do you see why I wanted you to look at me?”
“Yesss. I’m glad you did that. I’m so happy.” She hesitated a moment with a concerned look on her face. “Was I okay? You made me feel good but...”
I stood and held her hands. “Better than good. Absolutely amazing. That was the best night of my life.”
She smiled broadly. “Me too.”
“I love you, baby. I’m glad you’re happy. I’m happy too ... and relieved. Why don’t you take care of whatever you need to at work? I’ll go home, shower and change, bring a few things back here and you can pick me up and we’ll go pay Mars a visit. How does that sound? How long do you think you’ll be?”
“About an hour. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe a little more. That sounds good.”
I finished the last bite of breakfast and stood as she was turning to leave. Something made her stop and turn. I liked looking at her so it was fine by me but I was curious. I slid my plate onto the counter and turned back to her.
“You want to know something? I feel alive. It started on our first date and I didn’t recognize it. But now I do. You make me feel alive again and it’s wonderful.”
“You know what I think? Someone needed a good pounding.”
“Okay, there’s that. I want lots more of that, by the way. Just as soon as I can walk normal,” she said and went out the door with an exaggerated limp, doing something I hadn’t heard her do before. She was singing.
I’d gone home, showered and changed, and brought a modest amount of clothing and my spare toothbrush and such back to Jan’s house. I texted Amanda and she called me back. I light-heartedly chewed her out for conspiring with the enemy and we laughed. It had worked out well. I shared that Jan was inexperienced in bed, despite having been married for ten years. I didn’t go into any more detail than that but told Amanda that since Jan was confiding in her and thought of her as a friend, it might come up. She agreed that it was dangerous territory and that she’d stay as clear as possible.
Two hours after she left, Jan picked me up at the house with apologies for having taken so long. As we drove to Mars’ friend’s house on Sullivan’s Island, Jan gave me the lowdown. Terra Baker was her friend from horseback riding and her mom, Jillian knew Jan from when her husband and Don worked together. Got it. I was certain there’s be a lot more of that type of catching up to do. I had a folder at home with student and parent information, complete with pictures. It looked like I might need a new chapter for friends and relatives of Jan and Mars.
Jan said Jillian was expecting us. We were about to get out of the car when I felt compelled to share with Jan.
“I had a couple of dreams two nights ago that I want to tell you about before we talk.” She was immediately interested. “The first one doesn’t matter.”
“Wait. I want to hear the first one, too. Let me decide if it matters.”
“Okay. I was a giant flying taco and remember flying underneath the St. Louis Arch. I was losing a lot of cheese.”
“You’re right. The first one doesn’t matter. What’s the other one?”
“I was at a wedding and walking the bride down the aisle. I got to the front and when the bride lifted her vail it was Mars.” I was pretty shocked at that so I was anxious to hear Jan’s reaction.
“Is that it?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay. Let’s go in.”
“Wait. I woke up in a panic after I dreamed that. It doesn’t bother you or anything?”
“Welcome to parenthood, stud,” she said smiling and got out of the car.
Well, I thought it was a big deal. Fortunately, it was ten or twelve years in the future. I hopped out and ran to catch up. Jan had rung the bell and was waiting anxiously.
Jillian answered the door and asked, “Is everything okay? Because the girls are having a great time. They’re watching Princess Bride for about the tenth time.”
“Everything is fine. Jillian, this is Danny. If we could just interrupt their movie for a minute. We have news,” she said in a sing song voice.
She really was enjoying this. We waiting in the front room while Jillian went to get Mars but both girls popped around the corner.
“Hey mom. What’s up? I don’t have to leave, do I? Not until tomorrow, right?”
“Guess what,” Jan said and held out her ring.
“You got a new ring?” She repeated it and Jan waited for it to register. “You got a new ring! Let me see, let me see,” she squealed, realizing the significance of it. Jan had taken a knee to get down to eye level and Mars squeezed her with delight.
Terra was a little behind and didn’t catch the significance of it. Mars was all over it, though. When she’d squeezed her mom and squealed enough, she turned to me. I took a knee too and she left her mom to wrap me up in a bear hug.
“Hey Mister J ... dad.” So much for the trauma of it.
“Dad,” I asked looking to Jan for help and she nodded. I loosened her grip and held her at arm’s length.
“Okay, listen up, squirt. Your mom and I are engaged. We don’t know when we’re going to get married. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe when you graduate from college,” I teased and she wrinkled her nose at that. “We have a lot of things to talk about and a lot of things to decide. For now, I’m still Mister J, at least at school. If you want to call me dad when we’re not at school,” I looked up at Jan and she nodded. “I’m okay with that. After we get married, I’ll be your mom’s husband but we’d have to do something else to legally make you my daughter.” I kept looking to Jan to make sure she was good with all this and she kept encouraging me. “After we get married, I would have to adopt you. So, while I’m still down on one knee, let me ask you, will you be my daughter? Will you be Marcia January?”
“Mars. Mars January. I do,” she said and we all laughed.
I hugged her again. “That pleases me greatly. Let me roll it around on my tongue and see how it sounds. Mars January. Mars January.” And then something very cool dawned on me. “Hey, guess what.”
“What?”
“Next month is January.”
“Duh.”
“It gets better. Work with me here. Guess what we’ll be able to see in the night sky, just after the sun goes down.”
“The moon?”
“No silly. Mars. We’ll all be able to see Mars in January. How cool is that?”
“I guess it’s cool. I mean it’s cool. But you know what I’ve been thinking about for a while?”
“No, kiddo. Tell me.”
“My mom is going to be Jan Jan,” and she looked up at her mom.
Jan looked at her seriously and replied, “I’m going to be Mrs. January.”
Jillian joined the congratulations party. We stayed for a few more minutes so they could talk and laugh. Then hugs all around and we went back to the car, happy with Mars’ excitement and acceptance.
“Where to,” I asked.
Jan thought about it a minute, smiled and said, “Let’s go tell Franco.”
“Yes, let’s go tell your good friend Franco,” I said, ribbing her about the conspiracy. “I have someone I need to call.”
I scrolled through my favorites and called someone I talked to rarely by phone. Our conversations had nearly all been in person or relayed but I needed to do this directly.
“Hey, baby girl. Amanda probably told you already but I’m engaged. Thank you for kicking my butt. If you hadn’t encouraged me ... well, things would be different. This is a lesson to me but it should be to you, too. Don’t let your young age prevent you from doing something like that. If Amanda needs a kick in the pants whenever she gets a serious suitor, don’t hesitate to do it and you can remind her of me when you do. Yes. Good. Talk to you soon,” and I hung up. Amanda and I had long conversations. Not so much with Kayla.
I parked at my house and we walked the block toward the beach. I knocked on Franco’s front door and both he and Marie came to the door. He greeted us and we stood there, awkwardly silent for about two seconds and then Jan stuck her hand out by way of explanation.
Franco hugged me and then said, so all could hear, “Danny, you never cease to amaze me. How you got this gorgeous babe to say ‘yes’ to you has got to be one hell of a story. Damn, buddy. You are in in way over your head but, hey, if you can pull it off, more power to you.”
“He’s right, Danny. She’s beautiful and I’m happy for you both,” Marie said.
“Did you just agree with me, woman,” Franco said and she punched his shoulder. I hugged Marie and Franco hugged Jan. And he hugged her. And hugged her.
“Alright Franco, let me have my woman back.” Marie grinned, enjoying every minute of it.
They separated and Franco and I hugged again and he said, “Damn” in my ear a couple of times, quite obviously taken by Jan and approving of my choice in women.
“You’ll make a beautiful bride, my dear,” Marie encouraged and we left.
I turned us left and we walked out onto a relatively deserted beach.
“Who do you want to tell,” Jan asked.
“Amanda, Kayla and now Franco and Marie know. School isn’t in session for almost two weeks. I can’t tell one person on staff until I tell everyone on staff and that can wait. I have a couple of friends that will be happy for me but no one else I really need to or want to tell right now. You’re having a good time telling friends. Anyone else?”
“Oh, my goodness. Mimi and Pops. I need to tell them.”
“Right now?”
“No, I guess not. We can do that at dinner. I’ll call Mimi later and set something up.”
We got down to where the sand was packed and held each other for balance while we slipped our shoes off. I stashed them on the seat of a lifeguard stand, abandoned for the winter, and we started walking north. We walked, hand in hand, lost in our own thoughts for a while and then Jan pulled up short and I turned to face her.
“Thank you, Danny.” I waited to see where this was going. “For last night. You loved me but you taught me.” I nodded, still not sure. “So many new things but you didn’t make me feel stupid.”
“Oh, baby, you’re not and that would have been a terrible thing to do.”
“I know. But I don’t ... there’s just a lot I don’t know. And there’s a lot more, isn’t there?”
“Not so much. You were fantastic. You made me feel really good. Loved. That’s what counts.”
“But there’s a lot more. You can teach me a lot more, can’t you?”
“There’s more. There are a lot of positions. There’s a whole book, I know you’ve heard of it, called the Kama Sutra, devoted to different positions. Some people say it has eighteen positions and some say there are over four hundred. There’s a lot of them out there.”
“That’s a lot, any way you look at it. But you’ve tried a lot of them,” she asked.
“A fair number. I think there’s maybe a dozen or so that are really fun. A lot of them are more like a circus act or are just plain uncomfortable. With your gymnastic background, we might find a few more than most that are fun to do.”
“Why so many? Before last night, I think I’d only had sex in about three or four. But we did a couple last night that were new to me.”
“Have fun?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Good. That’s what counts. We can experiment and see what you like. Some of them provide very different angles of penetration or friction and some give me better access to your body or I get to see more or less of you. Everyone has their favorites and there’s a reason why the missionary is the most popular. Doggie style is probably second. Did it feel good when you did the splits and I entered you from behind?”
“Yesss. I felt like I was split open and you were huge inside me. I felt like you took me, do you know what I mean?”
“Yes. But we didn’t get to see each other’s faces and I couldn’t reach your tits.”
“That’s true but you did get to reach around if rub my clit. That was very, very nice. Did that feel good to you?”
“It was my idea. Absolutely. But it’s not the first position because I wanted us to be able to see each other at least on the first time.”
“I want another lesson.”
“Not sore?”
“Yes. I still want another lesson. I want to be even more sore,” she laughed and we started walking again.
“I don’t want you to feel self-conscious in bed and I never want you to do anything you don’t want to. Never. Promise me.”
“Promise. I can’t imagine that, though.”
“But it might happen. Different people think different things feel good or are comfortable with. You have to tell me. Have you played with toys much?”
She didn’t answer for a moment and I knew she was embarrassed. “I have a dildo.”
“Anything else?”
“No. Just that.”
“Oh, girl, you are in for some fun times. And Jan?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me about anything in bed. Okay.”
“Okay. It just seems ... I don’t know.”
“Intimate? Vulnerable?”
“Yes.”
“Like last night?”
“Yes. Like last night. Okay. I get it. Tell me a position that you like that you think I wouldn’t think of. Something that you really like but that I might like too.”
I thought for a couple of minutes. I didn’t want to get too crazy. “Okay. If we had a Swiss ball, you would lay back on that. The farther back you can stretch, the more stretched out you are, the more tension you have. If I entered you like that, I have full access to your body. I can penetrate you and still have access to rub your clit. Plus, the angle is good so that I can massage your G-spot with my dick. It’s pretty nice.”
“Oh my. That sounds amazing. Don’t tell me anymore. I just want to do them.”
She tried to turn us back to the house, presumably for another lesson but I wasn’t done and kept us walking north, further away from the house.
“There’s another I really like. It’s very nice.”
“Danny. I want to go home. Back to your house.”
“In this one, I sit on a chair. It should be a chair without arms. One of my dining room chairs would work. And then you sit on my lap. You get to be on top and control the action and I have all the same access as the last one.”
“Danny. Stop. Let’s go home, baby.”
“And here’s another one that’s...” she tugged on me, then put her arm around my shoulder and started walking to my left, guiding me in a big U turn.
Once we were pointed back to the south, she started working to pick up the pace as I teased her with another position. She pushed us forward and I went with it until we were racing up the beach. We turned at my house and I said that Franco would probably see us run by and know where we were going.
“Let him. He will probably take it out on Marie for some afternoon delight.”
Over the previous three or maybe four years, I’d had sex with eight women. The first five were on vacation and wanted to see how well their yoga classes would complement the Kama Sutra. They had some ideas and they found a willing accomplice in me. We experimented with well over twenty positions and each of the women had their fill of orgasms and I did too. I hoped Ann, Nancy, Lori, Bev and especially Colleen were all using that experiment to satisfy themselves and the men in their lives. The encounter meant nothing really. They came, we had sex, we learned a lot and had a lot of fun. I hadn’t spoken with any of them since then and I didn’t think I ever would.
Next was Elsa, who was a beautiful and energetic lover and we’d tried plenty of different things but unlike the first five, her departure left a sour taste. Finally, there was Amanda and Kayla. Amanda was divorced and had been sex starved and I helped her make up for lost time. Kayla wanted an education and I gave her that in spades. I took everything I’d learned, chosen what I thought was the best of the best, and had a wonderful time with my two removed cousins. Now, I would have the chance to refine those lessons even further and enjoy it with my willing and enthusiastic bride to be. It was the perfect set-up.
I grabbed a dining room chair and we walked together into the bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the bed and sat down across from her on the chair.
“What are you hoping for, baby? What would make your perfect afternoon?”
“I want to learn. I want you to teach me and I want to learn.”
“As a teacher, those are my favorite words. What? What do you want to learn?”
“Oh. Let me think. It makes a difference, doesn’t it,” she said and pondered it a moment. She fiddled nervously with the hem of her blouse, ready, I think, to take it off at the slightest hint that we’d begin. “I want to learn what pleases you. And I want the same for me. You already know what pleases you, though. We could just do that. I bet I’d like what you do. You know what you don’t like, too, huh?”
“Yes, but you change that equation. Things I didn’t like with someone else might be amazing with you, just because you’re you. Sitting across from you talking about this is a dream for me. I am the luckiest guy in the world.” It was getting too serious so I added, “Unless you have a willing twin sister that lives nearby. That would be awesome.” She punched my shoulder. It was cute.
I thought about it for a couple of minutes. I asked and Jan answered that we didn’t have to pick up Mars until the next day and that her work was covered.
“Okay,” I said, after some deliberation. “Let me do a little bit of preparation – some lesson planning and then we’ll see what happens. Why don’t you go out to the living room and read a book,” I said and laughed because I knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything. Still, she left the room.
I used the restroom and washed up a bit. Then, put my two new toys in my bedside drawer and put the old ones in a bag. I wasn’t going to use Elsa’s toys on Jan. I just wasn’t. I found a strap in the closet I’d used before and removed the covers from the bed. I pulled a thicker pillow out of the closet and placed that on the bed and gave it some more thought. I found a Sun and Sand Yankee Candle that smelled a lot like coconut suntan oil. I wanted scents and tastes to agree. Then I walked through the living room, past Jan and grabbed four large Gatorades from the fridge and a container of coconut oil. On my return trip, Jan’s eyes got wide. I knew what she was thinking. If I thought we would need that much Gatorade this would be a marathon session. I smiled. I placed them strategically and then grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom. I remembered one last possibility and recovered a short step stool from the font closet. Might not need it.
Finally, I returned to the living room to find Jan pacing.
“I don’t know what you have planned and I’m not sure if I should be giddy with excitement or cowering in horror.”
“Or both,” I said, smiling, and lifted her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I can’t wait to find out which.”
“Or both,” I reminded her.
She felt light and another possibility crossed my mind. I carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed.
“It smells nice in here,” she said, trying to figure out what I’d been doing.
I sat her on the bed while I sat on the stool in front of her. I placed my hands on her calves and slid them up, under her skirt, sliding high on her thighs. I squeezed them gently, feeling the tone of her legs. Tone from a history of gymnastics, then horseback riding and then running, riding and swimming. I caressed them, loving them. I traced the length of first one leg and the other. She talked nervously the whole time. I repeated the process and when I reached her foot, I pulled her shoe off. Then the other side. I leaned back and lay her foot in my lap and massaged it. Something I’d learned long ago and perfected with my cousins.
“That feels heavenly. It’s actually turning me on. So weird.” The part of our brain devoted to our sex organs is right next to the part devoted to our feet. For some people, the distinction between the two is a little fuzzy. Lots of people have a foot fetish because of it. I worked at first one foot and the other and then repeated it until I’d relaxed her as much as I could with it.
“Roll over on the bed, girl. Face down.” She rolled over and I climbed up and straddled her legs, sliding up just below her butt. I leaned forward, placing weight on my hands as I worked her shoulders through the thin material of her blouse.
I knew she was anxious but enjoying the relaxing massage. I wanted to keep the attention on her, keep her relaxed, but let the sexual tension build at a very slow pace. I noted her breathing begin to slow as she relaxed and I slid my hands up under her blouse. Her breathing quickened and her pulse undoubtedly matched it. I repeated the massage, relaxing her again. When I had her back to the relaxed state again, I tugged at her blouse and she lifted up so I could pull it over her head. Then, I began again with bare skin. I unhooked the clasp of her bra and scooped some coconut oil out of the container and began rubbing it into her skin.
With the coconut oil lubricant, I could work harder and apply more pressure and I felt her skin begin to warm beneath my hands. I let my hands slide up and down her back, allowing them to work the sides, closer and closer to her front. When I came close to the sides of her breasts, I brought my hands back to the center. I wished for a chart of her level of relaxation or arousal. I scooted lower on her legs a bit so that she would think her ass was next. I worked low on her back but didn’t touch her ass, tempting as it was.
Her breathing slowed again so I slid even lower then moved to the side so I could slide my hands up under her skirt, massaging her legs and her breathing increased. When she stopped talking, I began. Jan was very auditory and I took advantage of it. I described scenes she could easily imagine. The scenes started with us both visible but at a distance. As I massaged her, the scenes portrayed us closer and closer together. Kayla had given me a great massage with coconut oil and now I was doing the same, but the storytelling was a new wrinkle I thought would really work for Jan.
As I told stories of us getting closer, I removed her skirt and then her panties and she was finally naked. I began to run my hands in big movements from high on her shoulders all the way down to her ankles and back. On each pass, I stimulated a different part of her, suggesting that it might be even more stimulating on the next pass. As my hands passed her ass, I let my fingers dip down between her legs on one pass but not on the next. On another pass, I’d let my hands caress the sides of her breasts but not on the following pass. I tried to time my movements with my storytelling but it was difficult so I used the tone of my voice. I could feel her anticipating both my hand movements and the progression of the stories.
When she stopped talking, she was free to moan when she was caressed in a more sensual fashion. Her scent told me she must be soaking wet and her hips began to lift to meet my hands. This was working far better than I’d imagined and between her scent and lite aroma, I was getting pretty uncomfortable. I finished describing one scene and with the next one, I described us touching. When we first touched, I told her to roll over and she did so, quickly. I continued massaging her, this time letting my hands get closer and closer to her pussy when low and when I reached her tits, I circled but didn’t touch her areolas or nipples. Her pussy was soaked and while swollen still wasn’t much more than coin slot. Her nipples were stiff and puckered. The cinnamon-chocolate color of them was an extreme visual turn-on for me.
I finished one scene and before I started the next, she mouthed the words, “fuck me” and I almost lost concentration. But I’m a professional teacher and kept the class on track. Two sentences later in my story, I mouthed back, “soon” and continued. She was in agony but she was smiling. At the end of the next story, I described us holding each other closely, as we had so many times before. At the end of the following story, I spread her legs and kneeled between them. I pulled my shirt off and continued to massage.
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