by Mary Jaine
We slumped against the cubicle wall, all thought dissipated in the white heat of orgasm, until my softening cock finally slipped out of her rear passage, an obscene blurt of spunk trailing out of her just-sodomized hole.
Ashley turned to me and kissed me deeply, passionately.
"Thank you for loving me Nicky, and thank you for making love to me!" she grinned, "we fuck good, don't we!" she laughed, and I laughed with her, even her vulgarity somehow ladylike and feminine, for my ears only, and not in the least bit crude, given the circumstances!
We finished our shower post-haste, as Judy was waiting, although I still took the opportunity for some free-style groping and fondling, seeing as I had her there, all naked and desirable and available, and briskly rubbed each other down, before Ashley draped her sheet over both of us for the sake of decency as we dashed from bathroom to bedroom. We tumbled out of the bathroom in a flurry of white sheeted limbs and kisses, and there, in the hallway, was our mother, one eyebrow raised, and a strange, calm expression on her face.
"Both of you had better have an incredibly good explanation for whatever's going on here!" she stated. "Clothes on, then living room, now!"
Ashley looked at me in stunned horror, and I must have had the same expression on my face as we shuffled back to my room for Ashley to pick up her T-shirt and panties. I pulled on a pair of shorts, my jeans and a loose tee-shirt, Ashley pulled her tee on, slid her panties back on, and we both made our way to the lounge, where mother was sitting with a scared-looking Judy.
"Sit down, both of you!" ordered mother, and we plopped down on the couch. Ashley was trembling, but I was feeling strangely detached, as though this was happening to someone else; the worst had happened, how much worse could it get now?
"Nick, how long has this been going on, and how far has it gone?" asked mother, her voice still calm, oddly calm, considering the circumstances.
"Sunday, Mother, Sunday morning, and...!" I began, but Ashley interrupted me.
"We're more than...friends, if that's what you're asking!" she stated flatly, the merest hint of a tremor in her voice, but her eyes remained fixed steadily on our mother.
"I see," said mother. "I guessed as much last night. So Nick, just let me ask you one thing; are you intending on forming some sort of attachment with my daughter, or is this just how you amuse yourself until it's time to move on to your next conquest?"
Ashley gasped, and my heart sank at how low her opinion of me must have been at that point. I decided to grab the bull by the horns.
"No, I love her, and I want to marry her one day, if she'll have me!"
Ashley looked at me in wonder, her eyes big as saucers, and Judy smirked at her, safely out of mother's eyeline, or so she thought, however, mother turned and pinned her down with a look.
"And what exactly were you doing here, Judy, while all this was going on, keeping a watch out for the mom, were you? And were you ever planning on letting me into this little secret you all seem to be sharing? You just sit there, young lady, you and I are going to have a little talk when I've finished with these two!"
Judy subsided, crouching back into the couch, looking helplessly at us, the frosty look mother gave her enough to keep her quiet for now.
Mother looked sceptically at me. "And how do you know you want to marry my daughter, after, what, 4 days? You came into my home, you seduced my daughter, your sister, and now you tell me you love her and want to marry her? Why should I believe you, even if I condoned this...this, I don't even want to say what it is!"
I opened my mouth to speak, but Ashley got there first.
"I believe him, mom, and I love him too. I'm over 18, that makes me responsible for the choices I make. This is what I'm choosing!"
Mother looked steadily at both of us and sighed as she stood up. I also rose, as did Ashley, and mother looked sadly at both of us. "She's your sister!" she whispered, and right then I felt so bad for her, knowing she was right, but also knowing how much I wanted Ashley. It must have shown on my face, as she took a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving my face, suddenly soft and concerned. I relaxed, and that's when she slapped me so hard it made my head ring. I reeled back and looked at her in shocked surprise, tinged with apprehension as she wrung her hand. She looked at me, shook her hand, and slapped me again, just as hard, her lips set and thin.
"Well, you didn't react like your father would have, so I'm pretty sure you're not going to be the man he was! My daughter can be grateful for that, at least!" she said almost conversationally. "Sit down, both of you, let's talk."
I was stunned. That had been a test? Where was she going with this, and why wasn't she going ballistic right now? Ashley looked at me, equally mystified, as wrong-footed as I was, shock and confusion mingling on her face.
"Mother," I began, "I know how this looks, and you pretty much told me what you think of me, I'll leave now, if that's what you want..."
She waved me to silence. "Shut up Nicky, I lost you once, and I waited 18 years to get you back, I won't lose you again, not even over this. Ashley's right, much as it pains me to admit it, she's old enough to know what she wants. If you go, so will she, and I'll have lost both my children, and I can't, I won't have that. For good or bad, this is what you both have chosen; I will accept that, for all our sakes. It doesn't mean I have to like it; my children are having sex with each other; do you know how much that disgusts me?"
"I'm sorry about just now, I wanted to see whether there was any of the anger in you that your father had so much of, but I guess you missed-out on that part of him. For Ashley's sake I'm glad. That doesn't mean I didn't like it, or that you didn't deserve it; just be grateful it was me, because if Ashley's father was alive right now, what he'd do to you would make your back look like a mild scratch!"
"If you stay here, then, as far as the outside world is concerned, you're Ashley's live-in boyfriend, because I don't know how you can be my son at the same time; the thought of my son and my daughter together like that disturbs me, so I just have to try and stop thinking of you as my son, and that's the hard part for me; I only just got you back, and now I have to deny you, because of what you want. I know what the two of you'll want to do together, I guess I can't do anything about it, so just keep it out of my sight as much as possible. If you want to sit and hold hands, that's fine; if you want to make out, find another room, or go somewhere else, I don't want to see any of that in front of me; I'm not ready for that yet, and I don't know when I will be. You're going to have to give me some time on that."
"Just remember, from now on, you're a couple, Nicky and Ashley, not brother and sister; you can't juggle two identities and hope to keep them straight indefinitely, one of you will make a slip. I suppose the fact that you have different names, and you're obviously English, Nicky, means nobody is going to make any connections between you two other than the obvious. Just make sure you keep quiet about who you really are, Nicky. That goes for you, too, young lady!" She shot at Judy, who nodded wordlessly, obviously wishing she was anywhere but here right now.
We both nodded wordlessly. Was that it? Was she really that accepting? I was confused, and I'm sure Ashley was; we were her children, and we'd been caught in the aftermath of a sexual encounter, and this was all she wanted to do about it? In all the possible scenario's I'd concocted, all the openings I'd considered giving myself to tell her about us, this situation here had never occurred as a possibility, and I was mentally gasping for air.
Ashley was the first to speak.
"Mom, do you really mean it? You're gonna let me and Nicky go on together?"
Mother grinned wryly.
"I can't see a way to stop it, not without driving both of you away! I don't like it, I really hate it, but I like the thought of losing you both even less, so this is how it has to be. Don't you dare let me down!"
She looked thoughtful for a second. "I suppose, if you'd grown up together, it would have seemed wrong, more wrong than it is, anyway, but Nicky's grown into a conside
rate, caring young man, not at all like Brian Davis, and he obviously cares for you, so that kind of takes some of the worry out of it for me. It could have been worse, much worse. This way, at least, my kids are happy; I think I'll come to accept it, just don't expect me to dance for joy just yet!"
Something she'd said had caught my attention.
"Mother, who's Brian Davis?" I asked her, wondering what he had to do with all this. Mother looked at me strangely, like I was simple. "He's your father, of course Nick, why are you asking such a silly question?"
It was my turn to look strangely at her. "My father's name is Robert Davies; my surname is Davies, look!" I pulled out my UK Driving License and showed her how my name was spelled.
"Go get your birth certificate, Nicky, I want to show you something!" she said, so I went and rummaged through my flight bag, and came back with the package Barbara had given me. I looked at my passport, my new US passport, and sure enough, my name was spelled Davis, as it was on my birth certificate. I hadn't noticed the different spelling; other than admiring my US passport and noting the part on my Birth Certificate that stated where I was born, I'd completely overlooked the different spelling to what I'd always believed was my surname.
I looked at her in confusion. "What's going on, mother?" I asked her.
Mother looked at me sorrowfully. "This is how your father hid you from me all those years; with a simple name change! His name is Brian Davis, he was born in Wrexham, in North Wales, and he grew up in Coventry, in the English Midlands. All your father did was add one letter to your surname and use his middle name; I've been searching for the wrong name for the last 18 years!"
She was in tears now, thinking of how she'd been misled by my father's deviousness and petty revenge-taking. He'd changed our name so she could never find me, which was just one more thing I had to pay him back for.
Ashley shifted uncomfortably, wanting to comfort her mother, but not knowing if she'd allow that just yet. I had no such qualms; my mother was crying, and this business with Ashley and I was on-hold for now, as far as I was concerned, so I put my arm around her and held her while she cried silently for the years taken from her with a simple trick.
I wondered at the mental state of a man prepared to take such a petty, and yet ultimately so profound a revenge on a woman his own rage and abuse had driven into the arms of another man. Even if mother had looked for us in Coventry, or the surrounding Midlands, she'd have drawn a blank; I grew up in Carlisle, in the far North-West of England, in the Scottish borderlands, hundreds of miles from Coventry, or Wrexham, or any of the surrounding areas she might have tried looking.
Eventually she stopped, fishing out a tissue from her purse and wiping her eyes, looking at me sorrowfully. "I tried to find you Nicky, I really did, now I know why I couldn't. I'm sorry, baby!"
I remembered a random factoid I'd read once when googling my name, that 'Davies' was the 6th commonest surname in the UK, and I realised my father had chosen to alter his name for precisely that reason; that any search would turn up hundreds of thousands, maybe a million people with the same name.
Judy stirred. "If it's OK with everyone, I'll just leave now..." she began, but a glance from mother nailed her back into her seat. "Wait there please, Judy, I'll get round to you in a minute!"
Now Ashley spoke.
"Mom, why did Nicky's dad leave you, and what does daddy have to do with all this?"
Mother looked resigned, as though she'd been waiting for this question, and was relieved it had finally been asked.
"Honey, when I was married to...Brian, I was only eighteen, younger than you are now. He was much older than me, almost twenty-eight, and my parents objected, but I loved him, so I married him anyway. After we were married, I discovered what kind of man he was, how violent he could be, what he was capable of. He...assaulted me, many times, and each time I'd leave him, but then he'd come and plead with me and promise not to do it again. I'd go back to him, and things would be fine, for a while, then he'd do it again."
"Nicky was born the first year we were married, when I was nineteen. Brian was becoming worse; he was dealing with some scary, shady people, and he'd bring them to the house, and there'd be arguments and shouting; on top of that, his fits of rage lasted longer, and came more often, especially when a deal with one of those people fell through or went wrong, and he'd take it out on me, over and over again, until I'd had enough. I met a good man, he was younger than Brian, only a little older than me, but he became a good friend, my best friend, and eventually I couldn't help it, I fell in love with him."
"I didn't love Brian any more, he and his 'business associates' frightened me, and I wanted to stay with James all the time, he was a better father to Nicky than Brian, so I left Brian and moved in with James, your father, honey, and asked Brian for a divorce. He refused, until I told him I was pregnant. He decided that he wanted nothing more to do with me, but that he wanted his son to live with him. I refused, and he made...threats, against me, against your father, against Nicky, threats I knew he was capable of carrying out, so I insisted we let a court decide."
"Brian petitioned for sole custody, but the court awarded us joint custody, with Nicky residing with me during the week, and with his father on weekends and public holidays; we had a visitation schedule drawn up and had it approved by the court, and at first, all went well. Then one day, when Brian had Nicky as part of his custody, he called me and said that Nicky was his, and he was taking what was his, and put the phone down."
"When James and I went to get Nicky back, the house was empty and he'd gone. I had no clue where he'd gone except that he'd most likely gone back to England, but I could never turn up a clue as to his whereabouts. Now I know why!"
Her tears began again, and I hugged her to me again.
At last I had the whole story of who I was and where I came from, and my heart was breaking for my mother; she'd lost so much, had so much go wrong for her, and now this, with Ashley and me. I should hang my head in shame for what I'd done. I was lucky indeed that my mother was human enough to recognise what Ashley and I had, and gentle enough to keep us all together any way she could. This was my family now, all of it, and I would never again do anything to hurt any of them, but especially mother; she'd had enough loss and grief and pain in her life already.
Ashley was silently weeping at the story, the full realisation of what mother had gone through hitting her, and when I held out my arm for her, she crept into the crook of it, burying her head in my shoulder as I hugged both of the women in my life close to me.
Eventually mother stirred and dried her eyes, passing Ashley a tissue so she could dry hers too. Now that everything was out in the open, the atmosphere lightened considerably, and I was able to leave and get dressed properly. Ashley followed me out, her hand finding mine, and mother didn't say anything.
When we'd dressed, we came back into the living room; mother and Judy still sat in the same places, waiting for us to return. Ashley rescued Judy, taking her into her room and closing the door, leaving mother and me some privacy while we talked.
Mother looked at me sadly, her voice soft, almost pleading.
"Nicky, this whole business here, you and Ashley, why didn't you just tell me? I wouldn't have understood any more than I do now, but at least you'd have come and stood in front of me and told me to my face. Catching you like that was the worst feeling in the world, like I was spying on my kids!"
I hung my head in shame at that. We'd planned how to tell her, and the exact thing we didn't to happen, for her to catch us red-handed, had happened.
I cleared my throat, and tried to explain.
"We'd decided to tell you, mother, truly, we were just waiting for what seemed like a good opening. I've already had this conversation with Ashley, and I told her then how bad it made me feel that we were hiding from you. If you'd asked me outright, I wouldn't have been able to lie to you, I'm no good at that..."
She looked at me steadily, then reached out and gently
lifted my chin, raising my head to look into my eyes.
"Right now, I'm feeling very confused, angry, a little sad, and a lot disturbed by all this. I want you to go out, both of you, be gone for a few hours while I get my head round this. Can you do that for me? Just give me some time to think about this, please, I promise I won't go back on what I said, but I really need to be alone here right now. Will you do that for me Nicky?"
I took her hand in mine, squeezed it gently.
"We can do that, sure, are you sure you'll be OK?" I asked her.
She smiled back at me. "Yes, I'll be fine, Nicky, I just need to be alone for a while, just some time to think about how our family's going to work. One thing, Nicky..."
I looked at her. "Yes Mother?"
"You will...be careful with Ashley, won't you?" she asked me almost fearfully, "she's had so much to deal with for so long, please promise me you won't hurt her, she's been hurt too many times already..."
I took my mother's hands in mine. "Mother, I swear to you, Ashley is the only thing I want in this world; I will never do anything to hurt her, or make her doubt me. I know I'm still only young, but I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I love her, and wherever I go, I'm not going without her!"
Mother looked deeply into my eyes for a few seconds longer, then smiled and patted my hand.
"I believe you. Now go, take Ashley with you, and poor Judy, I think I've terrified her out of a year's growth! Be back in time for lunch, OK?"
I nodded. "Whatever you say, mother, or we could grab lunch somewhere, give you a bit more time...?"
She shook her head. "No, I want to have lunch with my children." I grinned and went to collect Ashley and Judy.
"Nicky..?" called mother, and I turned back to her. "Yes mother?"
"Why don't you call me 'mom'?" she asked, a quizzical smile on her face.
I smiled sheepishly back. "I feel weird saying 'mom', it doesn't fit my accent, it sounds phony when I say it, like I'm mocking you, and 'mum' probably sounds just as strange to you!" I said, watching her answering grin.