My Cousin Wendy (16 page)

Of course, the real problem was what day it was. Father's Day. Kel and I were talking, but she was going to have to play the games with her husband's father and step-father. It would have been a lot easier on both of them if his mother wasn't in the picture. But she was and was convinced that everything had to be about her. So they had to make an appearance at both places. I'd be lucky to get a phone call sometime tonight. As he'd be lucky to spend some time alone with his kids other than the drives to and from the fathers.

My oldest stepson usually called sometime on Father's Day. He'd say we ought to get together for breakfast some day. Maybe we would, most likely we wouldn't be able to make our schedules work.

The middle boy would never make any effort to be close to me and I wouldn't accept it if he did. I wrote him off 15 years ago when I bought a new truck and he stole it for a couple of days while I took Robin away for the weekend. That was the last in a series of things he did that I disagreed with. He spent a couple of years in jail shortly after that. It was a real sore point in our marriage when Robin insisted in inviting him back into our house when he got out. I was told if I didn't like it I could leave. Six months later we were split up.

The bottom line was that if I had had really been a father to them, they would call or want to spend some time with me. They always had time for Robin on Mother's Day. But I chose to hide in a beer can instead of insisting I be allowed to be a father. With all the rights, duties and responsibilities. Which in turn would have brought the privileges and rewards.

I was starting to get worried about Wendy. I knew we'd always be close. But I could feel some tension from her every time I suggested we move in together. She took over a week to tell me she talked to June about helping out with the birth in case I was too far away because she didn't want to hurt my feelings. She avoided telling me she was quitting work until it was a done deal. I was beginning to wonder if she'd already made up her mind to go it alone and was just avoiding telling me. I'd been kidding when I asked her if she was moving back to Chicago. But it really wouldn't have been that much of a surprise is she'd said "Yes."

When we were together we got along great. Even with her six months gone we were fantastic together in bed. Every time was like a new first. She had a joy of life, and innocence that bordered on being naïve. Simple things excited her and I know she loved the time we spent together, no matter what we did. But she would get in her Miata to go home and I could see the excitement, the joy in living. I felt the loss of her leaving my life once again. I was beginning to depend on her for my happiness, and she was happy just to be alive. I was just a small part of that life. Most of the time a good part. But still, a small part.

The lack of background noise finally registered and I got up to empty the washer and put the clothes in the dryer. The washer is in the kitchen, the dryer is in the garage. Just a matter of where the water and gas are, the house was like that when we moved in. I went outside to a gorgeous Southern California day.

The Aerostar was looking kind of grungy. I have a brush attachment on a wand that goes on the end of the hose. It can be used as-is to scrub off a car or soap can be put in a bottle that's part of it. I hooked it up to the hose, got out one of my ladders and washed the Aerostar off. It looked ten times cleaner so I wiped off the windows and put the hose and brush away.

10:30. I poured myself another cup of coffee and a bowl of raisin bran. That took 15 minutes to finish. Another 15 minutes to wash the dishes from yesterday and today. I still had an hour to kill.

The clothes were dry so I put the shirts on hangers and put everything away. I sat down and read a couple of chapters of a new story by another amateur author. He was able to rivet me to the screen. I couldn't put my finger on anything in particular other than loving the characters and the way they were portrayed. The story was about a middle aged man who had been angry most of his life. He was trying to turn his life around and seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it. I wondered if I was too far gone to turn my own life around.

Damn it, Pete. Pull yourself together. There are people out there who love you. You're going to be with three or four of them this afternoon. Time to stop feeling sorry for yourself.

I bookmarked the next chapter and logged off. It was about 11:45 so I went into my bathroom and washed my face with some cold water. It woke me up a bit and brought me back to the present.

I'd just finished brushing my teeth when I heard Wendy call my name. I realized I'd been able to I brush them without having her in front of me and felt a little sad about that. I dried my face and went out to see her. She had a shirt on that said HOT MAMA and a pair of red shorts. Her red hair was done up in pigtails. She looked beautiful.

I took her in my arms and kissed her. I put all the longing I'd felt all morning into that kiss. I could have gone on forever but she pushed me away.

"Damn. What's got into you?"

"I don't know. Just feeling sorry for myself. Glad you're here. Hopelessly in love with you. Missing you being here. Probably some of each."

"Well, I haven't been kissed like that in... I don't think I've ever been kissed like that."

We kissed again but it wasn't the same. The emotions had drained off in the last one. Not that it was bad. We each put ourselves into it and it was a great kiss. The first kiss had been like a glass of water for a man in the desert.  The second was good but didn't have the same effect.

I held the passenger door open of the Miata until Wendy was seated. She had the top down. I noticed she had to loosen the seat belt to make it fit. I got in the driver's seat and moved it back.

"How was your drive up?"

"Pretty good. I'm not going to be able to drive much more. It's really getting bad. I have to move back and I'm really stretching to make my feet touch the pedals. I'm not comfortable and it's just too dangerous."

"You should have had Kathi drive."

"She was... Damn it, Pete. That was supposed to be a surprise. How did you know?"

"I must be psychedelic or something. Plus, the fact that a thinner person was sitting in the seat I've only seen you sit in for the past month added to my suspicions. I figured she was the only one missing with you, Beth and June."

"How did you know June was coming?"

"She told me Friday when we were talking."

"That turd."

"Hey, don't get mad at June. She didn't tell me until I asked her right out if she was going to be there. I even had to tell her exactly where 'there' was. You're piling too many secrets on that girl. You should have seen her squirm when I was talking to her about helping out when the baby comes."

"I guess. Now you've ruined the surprise."

"Don't worry about it. We'll still have fun. And if they all jump up and yell 'Surprise' I'll pretend to be. I already promised June."

By this time we were at Beth's. I saw her car in the driveway, June's Volvo wasn't anywhere to be seen. I pulled into the driveway next to Beth's car.

We got out of the car. Wendy had me get some chips and a cooler with some of her home made potato salad out of the trunk. She just opened the door and walked in the house. I followed her to the kitchen where she took the salad and put it in the refrigerator. We then went out the sliding door to the backyard. There was a picnic table with some food, paper plates, a trash can of cokes and ice. She put the chips on the table. The pool looked fresh and clean, a little movement on the top caused by the slight breeze. Wendy took my hand.

"Let's go find the girls."



We went into the house. Wendy calling "Anybody Home?" occasionally as we walked from room to room. The kitchen dining room and living room were empty.

She dragged me down the hall and opened the first door on the left. Bathroom, empty. The door on the right looked like a typical girl's room. All done up in pink, a bed with a canopy on it, frilly edges hanging down. Posters from some boy band on the wall.

There on the bed were Kathi and Beth, their hands folded in their laps. Each had pigtails and school uniforms. The skirts to the uniforms were so short I should have been able to see panties if there were any. Their legs were held tightly together so I couldn't see anything between them.

They both stood up and came over to me, each one putting both hands on one of my shoulders, leaning into me. I could feel unfettered breasts on each arm. Both spoke at once.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy."

I gave each of them a kiss. No father should kiss his daughter the way we kissed. When I'd finished kissing each of them, they wanted to start over. By this time I'd discovered that neither of them was wearing panties. Possibly thongs but I didn't think so.

After the second kiss, Kathi frowned and tugged my arm.

"Daddy, Bethie's been picking on me."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"OK, Girls. That's enough. What is Beth doing, Kathi?"

"She says her boobies are better than mine."

"Did you say that Beth?"

"Yes Daddy."

"And what makes you think yours are better than Kathi's?"

Beth let go of my arm and undid her blouse, allowing her tits to come free. The first thing most people noticed about Beth is that her nipples precede the rest of her body by about four inches.

"See, Daddy? My boobies are much bigger than Kathi's."

"Well, Beth, they certainly are big. But just because they're bigger doesn't mean they're better. Kathi, let me see yours."

"OK, Daddy."

She undid her shirt and bared her chest. Her breasts stood up proud and firm.

Beth wears a double D cup. Her breasts are large and round. They almost look like cantaloupes on her chest. Kathi on the other hand wears a C cup. Hers are shaped more like pears. Larger at the base and tapering off to the end. Gravity has yet to take any toll; her nipples point up when she stands straight.

"I don't know girls. They are both nice. I don't know if I can decide which are better. Maybe I better touch them and kiss them to see if I can decide."

I lifted both hands to a breast. I leaned over and took one of Kathi's nipples between my lips. I could immediately feel it expand. I chewed on it with my dry lips and it grew further. As soon as I let go and backed up I could see that it was quite a bit longer than the other.

I did the same to Beth. She held my head, pulling me into her chest, moaning as she did so.

I backed off to take a breath. Beth was obviously excited, too.

"Well, girls, I don't think I can choose which one of you has better boobies. You both have very nice ones. I can say that each of you has better boobies than any other little girl I know."

Both answered at once. "Thank you, Daddy."

Beth took hold of my arm again. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Beth."

"When you were kissing my boobie you made my poochie itch. Could you kiss it better for me?"

"Certainly."

She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to climb on top of me, dropping her pussy over my mouth. As I suspected there was no thong. She was very wet and inflamed. I wouldn't be surprised if it really did itch.

Kathi started pulling my shorts down. I lifted Beth up so I could talk.

"Hey. Wait a minute here. What do you think you're doing, Kathi?"

"You made my poochie hot. I just want you to put your tha mom a ter in in to take my temp a sure."

"OK, Dear." I went back to munching Beth.

Kathi worked my shorts down and off after taking off my sandals. She then pulled off my underpants. She grabbed my cock, licked it a couple of times, then took the end in her mouth. I guess she was satisfied it was hard enough because the next thing I knew she was sitting on top of me, working her pussy over the end of my cock. She lifted up, held it up and dropped all the way down in one motion. She was right, it was very hot inside.

Beth took my mind off Kathi with her bouncing and moaning. It was as if she was trying to fuck my tongue. Which was starting to hurt. I concentrated on catching her clit with my lips each time she came down. She must have liked it because she stayed down and let me keep it in my mouth. Actually, she tried to grind it into my mouth.

"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God OH GOD OHH GODD OOOHHH GOOODDDD!"

This last was accompanied by Beth grabbing on to my head with both hands and forcing it into her clit. She then sat up on her knees, squeezing my head with her legs as she lifted it a half foot off the mattress, still jammed into her clit. I worked it with my tongue to prolong the ecstasy.

She relaxed her legs and let go of my head so she could lean over and grab on to the headboard.

"Jesus Christ. I haven't come like that in a long time. Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Beth."

Now that my head was pretty much free, my attention was drawn to Kathi bouncing up and down on my cock. Thank God it was in there straight. She could have broken it off with any one of those bounces. She would grunt each time she hit bottom.