Mom was marrying for the fourth time
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Author's notes: This is my story under all applicable copyright law, including this site and to me its author. There is no under age sex in this story. Leon Brian le Roux edited and made story suggestions.
I have half sisters and brothers from three of mom's marriages, and several, actually three more who have no father listed on their birth certificate. I have never seen any of the siblings from the other families.
My name is Jeri Moss, my mom's name when I was born was Aveline Moss, I'm going to be thirty in August. I look a lot like Mom did when she was my age. I live in Homer, Alaska, in a small home on Mission road, in a house my grandparents let me, Jessie, Jill and Jolene lived in with Mom, when we were little. It was not very big, still isn't, one bedroom, one bathroom, a good size kitchen and living room featuring a series wood stove, that was kind of like the old Heatilator stoves, it kept the house warm. There's an old generator too, in case the power goes out, Gramps was mechanical and practical both.
Mom met this commercial pilot, he flew cargo in and out Anchorage, and she was cocktailing at the airport. They met and it was love at first sight. Okay, I just made that up. He was based in Seattle, she followed him home and never came back.
What was the asshole politician that used to say, we were an unknown, unknown?
It was October, we'd had one pretty good snow. I was ten, Jessie ten (we were fraternal twins), Jill was eight and Jolene six. Jessie and I made lunches for everyone for school, and oat meal for breakfast, we had powdered milk, for that. We also had lots of frozen casseroles from Grammy, lasagna, tuna noodle, mac 'n cheese, potato and hamburger and lots and lots of pickled salmon.
Grammy would call, we still had a land line, and leave messages for mom, and if it was while we were there, you could hear her on the machine, nothing major really.
Just, "Call me back, honey."
After about ten days we decided we should call Grammy. We were starting to get worried, there was all this stuff from school that mom was supposed to sign, all the teachers were pissed off and there was a note from the principal, for mom to call her.
"Hello?"
"Hi Grammy, it's Jeri. Mom's gone."
"What do you mean she's gone, honey?
"She hasn't been home for two and a half weeks, and there's all these school papers that she's supposed to sign. We're out of milk and bread too. We didn't go school shopping either, you know for clothes, Jill and Jolene are wearing Jessie's old stuff, mine too, but none of our shoes fit. That kind of gone Grammy."
They lived in Anchorage, as did Aunt Corrine, who was Mom's older sister and Aunt Connie, who was the oldest. We all ended up being adopted by our two Aunts, except me, I was adopted by Grammy and Gramps. It was all done based on bedroom availability, nothing was wrong with any of us.
I wanted to die being apart from Jessie. Even now when we're together we chatter like magpies, finishing each other's sentences. Legally, it was abandonment. There was noise from the city prosecutor, to charge mom with something called felony endangerment, but it was hushed up, because between Aunt Corrine, Connie and Grammy, we were better off without Mom.
It was only three weeks ago that word of her new marriage, or wedding made it to Homer. I was back living in the small home I first lived in, and for the most part we were all doing well. Grammy was slowing down, we lost Gramps due to dementia. He had been a rock, and then he slipped away.
Grammy lives with Connie now. Jessie and I are both single, we are both on the autism spectrum. It manifests for us, that we are both shy. Jessie is an accountant and I'm a musician. I play the piano in the local Anchorage Orchestra, as well in a jazz trio, and then for fun a cover band. Jill and Jolene are both married.
Jessie is queer and in a long term relationship and I'm not, that is to say, I'm not in a long term relationship. Doing gigs, has lent itself to what I call "scratch the itch events". I am bi-sexual, that's the simple descriptive phrase, specifically though, I am somewhat submissive and enough people now know of my kink. I mean Jessie knew for years, but now Tom, Jill's husband saw me going into an after hour's sex club, called Club Kink with my Mistress, and now the whole family thinks I'm a freak.
I don't regard myself as a freak, I have boundaries, my Mistress is a grade school teacher for fuck's sake, and we've known each other since the third grade. We're good friends, and her husband Tim, plays the French Horn in the orchestra with me. It's kind of like a role play thing, except we know the parts pretty well.
Two weeks after Tom torpedoed me, I knocked on Jill's front door on Wednesday, and she welcomed me in. We had some coffee, she roasts her own and she had a huckleberry crumble. She and Jolene, both were fiercely protective of Jessie and I, due to our shared awkwardness as a trait of the autistic spectrum we're on. I rarely was able to sit and be personal, that is to say, talk about myself except around my sisters, and mostly they would just ask us questions, and take our minimalist responses and ask more questions, until we had nothing more to give.
Jill asks me, "Are you okay honey?"
I shrugged noncommittally.
She continued, "Are you embarrassed?"
I said, "I've been friends with Carrie since the third grade, she knows my boundaries and takes care of me. We might go out once or twice a month," I shrugged but went on, "I am better alone, I will never find someone who gets me like my sisters do, Carrie's married to Tim, and I'd never mess them up if they weren't together, but they are, and I take what I get, I gig twenty four days a month mostly, my music gives me release."
She raised her eyebrows, "I feel bad for hurting you guys embarrassing the family."
She looked sad and said, "Nothing you could do, would diminish our love for you, Jeri. We're worried about you," she slid from her chair and wrapped her arms around me and she said, "I love you Jeri."
I so felt safe.
Randomly she asked, "Did you know or see anyone at the club you know that night?"
I said, "Tom was there. Wait, I thought that was how you knew."
We were about six inches apart, and she said softly, "My Tom?"
I nodded yes.
She stared at me for a bit and went on, "Who was he with, was he by himself?"
"Two women dressed up like hookers, they were at that barbecue at Grammy's place in August, too."
She let go of me and walked back to where her phone was plugged into a charger in the kitchen, and started scrolling through her phone, then walked back to me and showed me her phone and said, "These two?"
I nodded yes.
"Have you ever seen Tom there before this?"