Chapter 94

I nodded. “Afraid so. She buys ring pops every time she needs cash or to buy a small item. They’ve accounted for most of my dad’s sugar intake over the years. Much as I’d like for it to be true, I’m afraid that this is old hat.”

“Poo,” she muttered, setting down some of her own thong panties. “Got my hopes up and everything.”

“Well, on the plus side, we now have rings we can wear when we marry one another in the glade.” I pointed out. “And even if they’re ring pops, I’m happy to have them.”

She smiled warmly and hugged me close, her lips close to my ear.

“I am too,” she whispered, moving her body subtly against mine. “You’ll put the ring on my finger, take me for your wife and then make me yours forever. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.” I murmured back, reaching down and cupping her ass cheeks, causing her to moan and squirm in my grip. Her crotch pressed against mine and we began kisses hungrily, acutely aware of the fact that my parents were not far away, but desperate to ravage one another. Tongues slithered and tangled while hands groped and fondled.

My dad’s solid footsteps not far away, approaching and causing us to hastily pull apart, returning to our respective roles in the chore. “Having fun yet?” he asked as he loomed in the doorway.

“Yeah, great, dad, nothing I love more than handling my mom and lesbian aunt’s panties.” I replied tersely, turning to give him a deadpan look while holding up some women’s underwear. “My life’s pretty darn complete.”

Dad chuckled at my reticence about the situation and moved on, clearly on a mission to do something else. We didn’t risk making out again, although we moved close enough to touch one another or hold hands for a brief moment.

We both were feeling the giddy excitement of getting married. It was silly, since we were doing no such thing legally, but the heart-wrenching thrill and fulfillment of hearing one another say those words was all we could think about. We knew it would make things even more difficult than they already were, but we didn’t care. We needed this.

“I’ve… been considering having Freja on the phone as a witness, which makes it feel more real to me somehow, but I also just want you to myself that night, you know?”

I smiled and nodded. “Considering our other potential witness is Jeanie, I think we should probably just keep it between the two of us. Why don’t we record it and then you can send Freja a copy?”

“Oh, you practical male, that makes perfect sense,” she cooed, squeezing my hand. “This is why we women keep you around, you know.”

“Good, I’d hate to think it was only for tawdry sex.” I replied, grinning. We finished the laundry and deposited the stacks in their assigned rooms. We met back down in the living room, where mom and dad were watching a Kurosawa movie. Alexa flopped into a chair opposite me while I was stretched out on the loveseat.

“We could knock out the walls to push the chairs back if you two need to sit farther apart,” mom said, looking back and forth between us with a wry expression. “Does one of you have cooties or some such thing?”

“What, a guy can’t spread out and relax?” I asked somewhat defensively. “She’s my aunt, not a therapy animal.”

“And he’s kinda lumpy for a girl,” Alexa added. “Weird angles and bulgy lumps. How you can stand resting on Professor Hulk over there is beyond me. Doesn’t he ever give you a black eye by flexing on accident?”

Mom snickered while dad tried to look offended. Mom happened to be sitting on his arm at the time and he flexed his bicep suddenly, causing her to yelp and spring off his lap in shock. Alexa and I both laughed as she looked at him, trying to not hold her butt.

“Don’t encourage them, man,” she hissed, trying not to giggle. “Even across the room for one another they’re a better tag-team than we are, mostly because you keep switching sides at random moments!”

Mom sat down again, after moving dad’s massive arm and putting it around her shoulder. She sighed wearily as his hand came to rest on her boob. We resumed watching the movie and when it was over, Alexa yawned and announced her intention to go chat with Freja for a few before turning in. She gave mom a hug and then ruffled my hair as she swept by me on her way out of the room.

Mom retired shortly thereafter, poking dad’s nose and making him promise to not keep her waiting long. She kissed me on the top of the head and left. Dad and I watched some goofy kayfabe wrestling from the 80’s before he got ready to turn in.

“Back to the university tomorrow?” he asked. “The department is ecstatic with what you and Allie have done for them so far.”

“That’s unreal to me,” I admitted, shaking my head. “It doesn’t seem like that much, it’s just basic unit organization. Language groups, languages, dialects and sub-dialects. We’re kinda amazed it wasn’t at least this organized to begin with. It’s so simple.”

“Geniuses are rarely tidy, Alex, and those are some of the most brilliant linguistic minds in the field today,” dad replied, cricking his neck. “They’re so happy with what you two have done, they’ll start offering you accelerated private lessons and have you in PHD’s before you’re twenty-one if they have their way.”

“Wacky thought,” I laughed. “Well, whatever makes them happy.”

“You actually okay with taking Alli to this wedding?” he asked. “You know it’s okay to say no.”

I shrugged. “Dad, it saves me having to look around for someone I could tolerate for the trip. And if everyone knows she is my aunt, there’s no expectations about why we’re not more huggy and lovey and shit, right? Maybe there’ll be a cute girl or two at the wedding I can score with.”

“As long as Alli isn’t competing for their attentions too, that could get awkward,” dad laughed. “Sleep well, I’m gonna go get my gin-gan goolied.”

I shook my head. Dad and his weird expressions. I shut down the TV and turned off all the lights on the main floor before heading downstairs. I opened my laptop and activated the chat program, not at all surprised to see my lovely aunt waiting for me, completely naked on her bed, smiling seductively and using two fingers to spread her pussylips wide while the other hand caressed one of her breasts.

“I refuse to believe that wrestling was preferable to this…” she said in a quiet, sultry voice. “I’ve been getting so wet waiting for you.”

I stripped out of my clothes quickly, letting her see my rock-hard cock at full attention for her. She squirmed at the sight of me, massaging her wet netherlips. I stroked my shaft and she fingered herself while we watched one another, wishing we could be together but knowing this would have to do.

“Let’s go tomorrow night,” I suggested. “I want to marry you tomorrow night, after we’re done at the faculty.”

“Yes, Alex,” she said in barely a whisper. “I want to become your wife tomorrow and you my husband. Marry me, please.”

We teased and played until we both came hard, leaving us trembling and limp on our respective beds. Alexa sighed finally and told onto her side, caressing one of her nipples languidly as she smiled at me, eyes shining with love. We agreed to not fuck at the university but to keep ourselves pent up until night, when we’d make love as husband and wife.

It was all I could think about as I passed into the realm of sleep.

***

We walked hand-in-hand through the moonlit glade, Alexa having changed into a simple dress of pure white that reflected old Luna’s silvery beams. I was wearing my linen pants and a Moroccan shirt with a simple pattern on it. We set up our phones on two rocks and began recording before taking off our shoes and stepping into the crystalline water. I held Alexa’s hands between our chests as I looked down into her sapphire blue eyes. My heart was pounding as I thought about what I had promised myself I’d say.“Pourquoi sous tes cheveux me cacher ton visage? Laisse mes doigts jaloux écarter ce nuage : Rougis-tu d’être belle, ô charme de mes yeux? L’aurore, ainsi que toi, de ses roses s’ombrage. Pudeur! honte céleste! instinct mystérieux, Ce qui brille le plus se voile davantage ; Comme si la beauté, cette divine image, N’était faite que pour les cieux! Tes yeux sont deux sources vives Où vient se peindre un ciel pur, Quand les rameaux de leurs rives Leur découvrent son azur. Dans ce miroir retracées, Chacune de tes pensées Jette en passant son éclair, Comme on voit sur l’eau limpide Flotter l’image rapide Des cygnes qui fendent l’air! Ton front, que ton voile ombrage Et découvre tour à tour, Est une nuit sans nuage Prête à recevoir le jour ; Ta bouche, qui va sourire, Est l’onde qui se retire Au souffle errant du zéphyr, Et, sur ces bords qu’elle quitte, Laisse au regard qu’elle invite, Compter les perles d’Ophyr! Ton cou, penché sur l’épaule, Tombe sous son doux fardeau, Comme les branches du saule Sous le poids d’un passereau ; Ton sein, que l’oeil voit à peine Soulevant à chaque haleine Le poids léger de ton coeur, Est comme deux tourterelles Qui font palpiter leurs ailes Dans la main de l’oiseleur. Tes deux mains sont deux corbeilles Qui laissent passer le jour ; Tes doigts de roses vermeilles En couronnent le contour. Sur le gazon qui l’embrasse Ton pied se pose, et la grâce, Comme un divin instrument, Aux sons égaux d’une lyre Semble accorder et conduire Ton plus léger mouvement.”