by Jamie Knight
“Chase Stewart is your brother?” I asked, shocked.
“Yeah, ain't that a kick in the head? He's younger than me too.”
He didn't come right out and say it, but I could read between the lines. It might be an exaggeration to say that Chris had been neglected as a child, but he certainly seemed to be isolated. Especially when his brother came along. I could imagine how hard it would be growing up in a family where I had nothing in common with my relatives.
“I prefer art too,” I said with a wink.
That at least got a smile out of him, which was really lovely to see. I had really come to care about Chris and didn’t like the idea of him feeling bad, particularly for something over which he had no control.
The opera ended about as expected, the experimental director throwing in a few twists, and we gather our coats to move to the exits.
“Want to meet her?” Chris asked.
“Seriously?” I asked.
It had come out of nowhere and was yet another mixed message. Did he just think I would be interested and was trying to be nice, or did he want me to meet his mother in a more serious, blessing-for-the-wedding way? It could be either really.
“Sure.”
Backstage at the opera house was almost as lovely as the main part — all plush carpeting and gold embellishment. An extravagance which extended to Chris’s mom's dressing room, in particular the food table which actually had a white tablecloth on it. I tried to keep my mouth from gaping.
Unlike most performers, Chris's mom, Gwen, was as glamourous out of her makeup and costume as she was with them. She was lounging on a Victorian fainting couch that looked like it had been looted from Buckingham Palace when we came in.
“Darling!” Gwen declaimed, replacing the bunch of grapes she was eating to the bowl.
“Hey, mom.”
“And who is this pretty young thing?”
I had never heard such flattering words said in such a flat tone.
“Mom, meet Shae Garrison, my new fiancée.”
Gwen gasped at the same time I did, though with a slightly different emphasis. Mine being a gasp of shock, hers one of unbridled delight.
“You don't say,” she said, looking me up and down, pausing a bit too long on my tits, which were put on quite a display in the dress Chris had bought me.
I felt like a bug being scrutinized. Worse I had no idea if she approved of me or not. I tried to tell myself that I didn't care if she approved or not, but honestly, I did. She seemed like the sort that could make my life miserable if I crossed her.
“I was just going out of a late supper if you would like to join,” Gwen offered.
Chris didn't object, and neither did I, even though he had given me an out. In truth, I was curious to meet his parents, who would be our baby's grandparents, though I also braced myself to dislike them for what they had done to Chris.
I could hear the violin music as soon as we were through the door. I shouldn't have been surprised, really. Of course, Gwen would be going to that kind fancy of place. We didn't have to wait for a table. As soon as we were through the door, we were being led to one of the best tables in the restaurants. I couldn't help but be impressed by her clout.
“Scott will be joining us later,” Gwen said as we were seated.
“That's my dad,” Chris explained helpfully.
“Is Chase coming too?”
“Oh, no, he's in Sweden right now recording the new album,” Gwen said, gushing with pride.
I was surprised and impressed that a woman who struck me as a dyed in the wool opera diva would be proud of her son being in a metal band. Though, to be fair, Dante Street Massacre was symphonic metal with a strong vocal element and was coming to be world-famous.
“Let's just hope it lasts,” Chris said.
“Now, now,” Gwen said.
“How many members have they gone through in ten years?” Chris asked.
“Okay, fair point,” Gwen conceded.
I hadn't expected her to back down so easily. For some reason, I had assumed she would be a hard ass, but that didn't seem to be the case.
“Sorry I'm late,” said an eccentrically dressed gent as he took up the third of the four chairs at the table.
“We're used to it now, dear,” Gwen said kindly, patting his hand.
“And who is this?” the newcomer asked.
“Dad, this is Shae, my fiancée.”
“When did this happen?” Chris's dad asked delightedly.
“About three weeks ago,” I said, playing along with the lie.
“Congratulations!”
I was so ready to hate Chris's parents for what I assumed they had done to him, giving him a terrible childhood, but I was starting to think I was wrong. His parents were delightful and warm. They asked about his work and mine, no detail was too small to capture their interest. Both seemed delighted that I was a nurse. They wanted to know about our wedding plans, which was unfortunately something Chris and I hadn’t discussed. All in all, the evening was like a dress rehearsal for my family reunion.
After dinner, we said our goodbyes and got back into Chris's car. Chris holding the door open for me like he always did, the gentleman that he was.
“Well, that went better than I expected,” Chris said as we pulled onto the road.
“How is that?”
“I thought they might be angry about us not telling them about the engagement. I mean, I never really fit in with them, but they are still interested in my life.”
“I really liked them,” I said, surprising even myself.
“That surprises you?”
“Well, I was ready to dislike them for cutting you out and all that.”
“They never cut me out. They don't understand my love of art and advertising any more than I understand music, but I know they love me and have always supported me.” He patted my knee. “You ready for the weekend?”
“Maybe,” I said. Now that I knew I was pregnant, I honestly didn't know. “Want to go back to my place?”
Chapter Eight - Chris
It was a relief that dinner with my parents had gone so well. Though it wouldn't have stopped me, I still wanted my family to approve of my relationship — fake as it might have turned out to be. Though it didn't feel fake.
The stuff about being engaged and buying a house wasn't real, but it wasn't like we had no relationship. At the very least, we were friends, and there was no denying our sexual compatibility. Knowing that my parents liked Shae and she liked them, even considering the somewhat odd situation, was a weight off my shoulders.
I was feeling pretty good when we got ready to drive up to Virginia for the reunion. We figured my car was the most reliable, and we could take the driving in shifts. We were both used to swing shifts, so a 34-hour drive was nothing to us. It would take a lot of games of eye-spy, but I was sure we could get through it. What I hadn't planned on was the number of bathroom breaks Shae needed. I figured it was just nerves about seeing her family and her ex again.
The closer we got to Virginia, the quieter and moodier she got. We were near Jackson when it finally came out.
“I can’t believe mom would do this to me! What kind of maniac invites an ex to a reunion. Don't answer that.”
“Wasn't going to say a word.”
“She booby-trapped a reunion!”
“Indeed,” I said, remaining calm.
“It's probably all just a farce anyway. She really doesn't give a shit about Dixie coming back from Europe and is just trying to get Ellis and me back together. She has some bullshit, old-fashioned idea that marriage is supposed to be forever. Apparently, she threw a fit when the no-fault divorce law came through. Said it was an affront to God!”
“Wow.”
“That's the level of crazy we're dealing with here, babe.”
“Babe?”
“Sorry, slip of the tongue.”
“No, it's good. Keep it up. Adds to the authenticity. What's my nickname for you?”
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“I've always liked sugar plum,” Shae said, blushing.
“We’ll get through this, sugar plum,” I said, putting my hand on her thigh.
“Almost feels real,” she said.
“It is,” I blurted.
“What?”
“I love you, Shae. For real. I don't know if you feel the same but-”
She grinned from ear to ear and slapped me on the knee. “Of course I do you dope!”
“Y-you do?”
“I was trying to keep my distance because I thought you just wanted a FWB arrangement.”
“I thought that was what you wanted. You know, because of your history. I didn't want to take advantage of your rebound.”
“We really are a pair, aren't we?” Shae smirked.
“Indeed.”
“So, where would you like this to go?”
“House, marriage, kids. Not necessarily in that order.”
“Me too,” Shae confessed, blushing.
We arrived at the Garrison family lake house an hour later. I took a deep, cleansing breath bracing myself for what horrors might await us. Shae put her hand on my chest like she had that night at the hospital, and I immediately calmed down. Taking her hand gently in mine, we kissed tenderly, knowing that we could face anything if we were together.
There were several members of the Garrison clan milling about the impressively large yard. I recognized Diane immediately. She looked like an older, plumper, more pious version of Shae. Besides which she was coming right at us like a rampaging rhino, a younger guy, handsome, smug, and well-tailored, who I assumed to be Ellis by her side.
I could almost feel Shae tense beside me. Acting half on instinct and half on impulse, I put my arm around Shae's waist and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. I could almost hear the screeching sound as Diane and Ellis skidded to a halt. Diane was clearly trying to ignore it, scrambling to save face. Ellis was more open about his display of disgust, which made me want to smile.
Newly energized, Shae went marching after her mother, no longer concerned about the possibility of causing a scene.
“What the hell were you thinking inviting Ellis to a family reunion?” Shae demanded.
“Ellis is family, even if you don't recognize it. I'm just trying to get you back together.” Diane said intractable.
Shae actually laughed out loud and rolled her eyes in a way that I could see it from where I was standing. I was really proud of her.
“Mom, I would like you to meet my fiancé, Chris.”
“Christopher Stewart,” I said, stepping forward and offering a hand.
“The father of my child,” Shae added, pointedly.
I pushed down my shock, not wanting to give the game away. I figured the child thing was just another line to get to her mother.
Before things could come to blows, a man about Diane's age came ambling over to see what's what.
“Hello, I'm Chester, Shae's daddy. Ellis is her husband.”
“Ex-husband,” I corrected firmly, as I shook Ellis's hand.
“Ain't no such thing,” Ellis said, trying to crush my hand in his manly grip
“There is according to the law,” I pointed out, popping three of his knuckles in my actually firm grasp. His face turning red by the time I released him.
“Are you a lawyer?” Chester asked, sounding interested.
“Oh, no, just an art director,” I explained.
“Fag,” I heard Ellis say under his breath.
“Though I do have also been training in Muy Thai for ten years,” I said, looking at Ellis as I said it, making him take a full step back.
“Would you care to go for a walk?” Ellis asked Shae, apparently not learning his lesson.
Again doing me proud, Shae literally laughed in his face before coming back and taking me by the hand.
“I assume we are in my old room?” Shae asked.
“Y-yes,” Diane said, too flustered to protest about us sleeping in the same bed. I was surprised she didn't try to call the police on Shae for wearing pants.
We made our way to the house. Shae sailed through the crowd, ignoring the looks the little scene had garnered. She seemed like she was doing fine and was even happy. It wasn't until we were out of sight in the house that she crumpled, letting me know how much the performance had cost her. I scooped her up from the floor and carried her to our room, Shae giving me directions as we went.
Chapter Nine - Shae
I knew I was shaking. I tried not to. I really didn't want to worry Chris, but I couldn't help it. The room was the same one Mom always assigned me, even though I was a bloody adult. Chris carried me in like a big brave hero, laying me out on the bed, continuing to hold me until I stopped trembling.
“You did beautifully, sugar plum,” he said, holding me tight.
“Back at ya, Errol Flynn. I thought Ellis might shit his Ralph Laurens.”
“Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, believe me. Come Monday morning, your parents are going to love me because of how much I love you.”
My heart skipped a bit at this romantic show of love and courage. He didn't know my parents and was still throwing himself into the lion's den. Though Chris was so confident, I couldn't help but believe him. I thought about asking if he really loved me but couldn't quite pluck up the courage. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear the answer or to tell him that the baby was actually real.
I hadn't really meant to kiss him. I just really needed to distract myself. Though to be fair, it's not as though he was unreceptive, kissing me back with tenderness as well as passion. I could tell how much he really wanted me. Not only because of the massive bulge forming in his pants. I couldn't leave Chris like that and started to unbuckle his jeans. After a moment of awkwardness, his cock was out in its full glory, wrapped in my small, warm hands.
Like before, I started stroking him first. Working up the nerve, I leaned in and started to suck. It really was just what I needed to forget all the shit around me. His warm hard cock was more comforting than I could have imagined. Not to mention the feeling of Chris stroking my hair as I sucked on him.
Chris unloaded into my mouth with I accepted gratefully, swallowing down every last drop of sweet, warm cum he gave me. This was the best part of my day, aside from when we talked it out and decided that we actually were dating seriously with an eye towards the future we would have together.
Pulling me to him, Chris kissed me tenderly and started undoing my pants. I leaned back and let him take my clothes off. I really hadn't planned on us going to bed together, but I wasn't about to complain. It was the first time we'd had sex since the opera partly because I was too stressed to really think about much else but work and the reunion and the baby growing in me.
Now that I had a chance to really stop and think about it, I realized I was really desperate for his touch. I had been around Chris quite a bit, particularly on the drive, but I wanted more. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so horny. Not even with Ellis. Being with Chris was making me happy and horny in ways I had never been before.
“Yeah, lick me, babe,” I cooed, as he gently opened my legs after I was naked.
And lick me he did. Making sure to pay special attention to my clit while using his finger to stimulate my g-spot as he pleasured me beautifully with his talented tongue. I came so hard the bed actually shook, rattling up against the wood-paneled wall.
He kissed me softly as I recovered. Unable to take it anymore, I basically pulled Chris on top of me, spreading my legs as I did so. I needed him inside me right then and there.
He fulfilled my request pushing his cock inside of my pussy, the feeling of which made me relax, leaving me entirely in his capable hands. Working my pussy with just the tip to get me even more excited, Chris pushed even further in, though nowhere near all the way. The laws of Newtonian physics conspiring against us. Not only would it hurt for him to go all the way in, but I also wasn't entirely sure that there would actually be room for him in there. Not that
it wasn't great.
It certainly felt amazing for me, and as far as I could tell, Chris liked to too, otherwise he wouldn't have been so keen to jump into bed with me every chance he got. Though, to be fair, it was usually me who initiated sex. I was getting to be absolutely insatiable.
Chris got half of his full bulk inside my tight little pussy, sending pleasure through me in intense waves with every movement, brushing up against my clit and my g-spot at the same time.
“Harder,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You sure?”
“Yes, please, fuck me hard.”
Taking me at my word, Chris started going faster, building in both speed and intensity until he was pounding my pussy. It hurt at. First, I won't lie. The intensity crossing over into pain, to the point I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The pain subsided after a while, and it started to feel really good. I still had to bite my lip to keep from screaming, but in that case from sheep pleasure.
He tried to pull out, but I locked my legs around him, wanting to feel his thick cock inside me as I came. Not to mention the warm rush of his cum. It felt good in my mouth, but I wanted to feel it again in my pussy. Chris didn't know I was already pregnant, so there was no real risk in doing it, but I wasn't really thinking about that at the time. He held me close and kissed me all over as I trembled under him, his massive cock still buried deep inside me.
When I finally released him, Chris eased out of me, slipping his fingers where his cock had been as a place holder. He offered me his cock again, which I took with gusto, sucking for all that I was worth, bringing up another flood of sweet cum straight into my mouth.
Finally finished, Chris tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up, kissing me gently as he did so. Exhausted, I collapsed back on the bed and Chris covered me with the blanket as though tucking me in to go to sleep.
No sooner was I snuggled up warm than the bedroom door unlocked from the outside and started to open.
“The fuck are you doing in here?” Ellis demanded.
“What do you think? Take your time, you'll work it out.”