I wasn't intentional to make this a two chapter story, I guess I got carried away with the storyline. Please enjoy your read. This chapter was edited by Todher65, many thanks for taking this on.
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We parted at the Cemetery gates; it still took me awhile to realize that Amelia was holding my hand as we walked along the coastal path. Two more families had moved into the summer retreat houses and soon schools would be closed and what's left of the empty houses would be occupied.
As we came to one of the benches that looked out over the cove Amelia came to a stop, her grip tightened and I understood why. Even when we sat we didn't talk, she was willing to wait I just wondered how long. Either way it wasn't fair to her so I spoke first.
"There is a great deal that needs to be said between us and I refuse to ever call Martha Burnett, Matriarch."
"Matriarch is this town; you can deny it all you want, but know this, Martha Burnett and her family have been a part of my life since I could walk and talk."
This time I looked towards Amelia, her eyes still defiant from her last speech. She clearly thought I was trying to but it wasn't for me to pry her away from the Burnett family. My cell beeped before I could say anything else, habit made me want to distance myself from her when I read the text, Amelia holding my arm even tighter prevented that.
"I know who you are, I know what you are Aiden. It's time for you to get used to sharing."
Even with all that had gone on over the last few days I actually thought this the defining moment. To open my cell now signified that I accepted being number twenty-eight, that the woman holding tightly to my arm would share the rest of my life. She was right of course, I had shared the most painful part of my life with her, it may have taken her time to get over the shock of knowing so much so quickly but she still came back.
Martha Burnett may have had a lot to do with that part of her but I could still see the free will in Amelia Randell and I inwardly laughed. The woman who sat next to me was indeed a red head in disguise, so with a shrug of my shoulders I opened the text and we both read the message.
'Brother of mine its official, you're going to be an uncle; seen the doctor an hour ago, I'm officially knocked up.'
Amelia laughed so loud a couple walking along the path turned and smiled at her, she waved in return so I figured she knew them, as for me I suddenly felt very old.
"Answer her. I have a weeks leave due before the summer season starts here and all leave is suspended so if the Department doesn't need you we should go visit and you can formally introduce me at the same time."
Habit is as habit does, leaving talking to my sister until we returned to the house and of course much to Amelia's amusement. I quickly checked with the Department and then phoned Abby, her radar picked up on 'me plus one' coming to visit and offered the spare room before they set about turning it into the baby's room. Knowing that I would be at the mercy of my sisters in their incessant need for me to forgive and forget our Grandmother and Grandfather, I opted for a hotel.
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We acted like a married couple over the next few hours, she continued to feminize the house while I held onto some semblance of manliness and acted like an anchor in as much as slowing the rate she proceeded to change everything. The kitchen got a complete overhaul and a glimpse into her mind as we worked. Amelia was practical so the most used items were within reach or easier access. I think the only drawer that didn't get moved was the cutlery drawer and that was only because it came with those dividers that separate the knives, forks and spoons.
Amelia phoned into work and got the long weekend off, we both resigned ourselves to knowing she was real lucky to get that at such sort notice, the fact that more of the summer houses were becoming occupied on a daily basis now, reinforced that thinking. I phoned Abby back and let her know we would see her mid-day Friday; the trouble with giving her that much notice was that she had time to rally everyone.
She waited for me to put the phone down before she spoke.
"I'm making us drinks and then we're going to get ourselves comfortable on the couch, after that I'm shutting up and you're going to tell me why you're so reluctant to visit your sisters."
True to her word, within minutes we sat on the couch, she pulled her feet under her and rested against me with her hands wrapped around her cup. I suppose defining moments were coming at me from all angles from now on; telling the woman who sat next to me so much about myself was new to me. Amelia simply looked at it as a fair exchange; through Carol I knew so much about her as she grew up.
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When mom and dad made the decision to leave the law firm the vibrations throughout our family could be felt for years to come. Dad quit law. He had little choice really; the anger that drifted down from Grandmother almost ripped the law firm to pieces. It was perhaps the only time Grandfather stood up to her, the law firm was everything to him; he was willing to cut my folks adrift but not let the firm flounder.
Finally, away from their influence, my folks could actually breathe. Dad was no longer putting in twelve and fourteen hour days. Mom actually had him in bed at nights; the end result of that of course, were the twins. The atmosphere in the house was smiles throughout the day. Dad did try and reach out to his sister but that proved brutal. Eventually even he realized that when he made the break from his folks his own sister was collateral damage.
Dad still kept his license; not even Grandmother could wrench that from him. He worked pro-bono two or three times a year for one of the downtown law firms that only the poorest could afford. The day after my eighteenth birthday my parents died in a car accident, I sucked it up and let my aunt know when the funeral was to take place. In total thirty-two people came to the funeral and other than my sisters and me, not one of them was blood related to us.
My proudest moment was getting both my sisters into college, it was the local college but it was still college. The day I achieved that was the same day my grandparents knocked on our door, so when both sisters insisted they wanted to talk to them I knew the end of this family that I had spent the last four years keeping together, being there when they cried for the loss of our folks, making sure they kept up their grades at school and fending off the horny boys, all that was coming to an end with the simple knock on our door.
By the time I had finished Amelia was hugging me oh so tightly, it was perhaps her calmness that kept my own anger of that very day at bay.
"Do you want me to hate them? From what you've told me it won't take much."
This time I hugged her right back and my heart skipped a beat. I suppose in that one moment I both hated and thanked Martha Burnett at the same time.
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Standing surprised her, holding out my hand confused her. I dragged her half way across the day room before Amelia thought it wise to keep up. She managed to match my two stairs at a time, thankfully the bedroom door was open and I spun her around so she was facing me yet with her back to the bed. She was still at a loss for words when I started to undress her, this woman didn't take long to figure out what came next and slapped my hands away telling me I wasn't going fast enough.
I left her to it so that I could get undressed; she won although I will always say that I gave her a head start. This time it was Amelia who tossed her teddy bear across the room and pulling the bed sheets out of the way seconds later. She sat on the bed with my hard on in her hands when my own hand came to her shoulder to stop her. To say she was pissed would be classed as a monumental understatement.
"I don't have condoms here. Are you protected?"
"Are you fucking serious? I'm the practical one here you're the geek, of course I'm protected."
Her face softened seconds later and although her hand still moved up and down on my erection her next words told me of her regret for her outburst.
"Thank you Aiden, for thinking that far ahead I mean. But I'm protected honey."
Those words had just passed her lips when her eyes took on a carnal look and once again traveled down to what her hand was doing. Amelia's other hand moved to my hip and held me. It was the lick of the lips that gave her away, her eyes solely focused on what her hand had been doing up to that moment.
The distance between us decreased in seconds and the warmth that enveloped the head of my cock made my heart beat just a little faster. Her tongue danced to a joyful tune that rose from her throat, the vibrations of which connected with something primeval within me and instinctively my hand held her head. Fortunately for me I wasn't too far gone to realize my mistake, she may have been on her knees but I felt her tense all the way up here.
My hands changed direction; once my fingers went through her hair, I rested them on her shoulders. Her body relaxed almost instantly and what she was doing to my cock intensified.
It was sure a weird feeling, mentally thanking Martha Burnett for telling me of Amelia's most recent personal history as she herself played magic notes on my cock with her tongue. This woman owned me right then, with her ass now back on the bed and my cock in her mouth and yet all I could do was bend to her will. She wanted me to cum and nothing on this earth was ever going to stop her from getting her wish.
At least I had the sense to let her know the outcome of her continued vigilance, it seems being connected to her in this way seemed to telegraph my bodies wishes long before my own mouth could form a coherent sentence. With her hand forming a tighter grip on me I came so hard that the room lost some of its light. She was as tenacious as ever and chose not to lose anything flowing from my body right now.
Her eyes looked up at me as she gave my cock a final lick, then dropped backward onto the bed, her smile emanated outwards from her whole face. A statue had nothing on me at that moment as I watched this woman simply lay back and glow, that triumphant smile still on her lips.
