This story has seven chapters. A reader jumping into the middle of this story will find themselves lost and wondering about the plot line and characters -- so please start at the beginning. This story has plenty of erotic situations as well as a dose of philosophy here and there. I posted this as a "Group" story, however, Lit assigned it as a Novel; parts of this could be published in Group, Erotic Couplings, Incest, Lesbian Sex, Anal and, of course, Romance. If you want to ready more about the Pixie (Chapter 4 plus), see my story 'The Pixie, Joy and Me'. Your votes and comments are solicited and encouraged.
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Christmas morning we all arrived downstairs on the late side. Everyone had that bright-eyed and busy-tailed, just-fucked look, even my parents who had the 'X' rated versions of our films to entertain them the previous evening. No one acknowledged their contentment at the time.
We did a big family breakfast again and I swear I gained a couple of pounds every day with all this home cooking. After breakfast we gathered in the living room and swapped presents with each other. I'll spare you the details but we all had some laughs and there were quite a few 'winners' in the pile when we were through.
As we cleaned up wrapping paper and straightened a little we were all in a happy mood. My Dad, Carl and Doug were each enthralled up with their new iPods that I'd loaded with music, videos and photos to amuse them for the morning. Melissa had gotten a new cell phone and had just started reading the instruction manual that looked three times larger than the phone.
My mother turned to me with a smile and said, "Kara, come take a Christmas walk with me." We bid the others goodbye for a while, put on our winter coats, and went out into the brisk air. Somehow I had the feeling my mother wanted to tell me something.
Mom took my arm as we walked. She studied me and I smiled broadly at her. Finally, she began, "There's little I can tell my adult daughter about her job that she doesn't know. I just hope you're worried about the right things -- like STDs and such. I hope this transition to the indie film market works for you all; it is a little more respectable. I guess you know they'll always be some sort of stigma attached to any stardom you achieve." She rambled a bit. The thoughts came out almost at random.
I nodded at each of comments. She knew I would have concerns in these areas too but wanted to air her own thinking.
Mom went on in a direction I did not expect; "There are a couple of things I want to tell you about me and your father that we've never told you or Doug. You're old enough now that you should know, particularly since you're in this new business and have all these unusual relationships."
I hugged her arm to me to encourage her to keep talking as we walked slowly along the shoulder of the road. The air had a real bite to it. Snow felt imminent from the gray sky.
She said, "I can't think of a subtle way to tell you this so I'll just blurt it out." She paused and looked at me with a slightly worried expression, "Many years ago when Doug and you were infants we had a relationship with another couple. We loved each other very much and the relationship became physical after a while -- sexual, I mean."
My mother had shocked me with her admission of a sexual relationship, but then one never thinks of their parents as sexual animals. I said something inane like, "Oh. That's so nice that you loved each other."
Mom continued, "Well, we were in the midst of the whole free love generation. We weren't exactly hippies but we were sympathetic to everything that was going on. We missed most of the drugs although for a while we did use marijuana a little. Anyway, after a while our foursome became six people -- and then eight. There were four couples in our group. Three of the couples had kids and one didn't. I guess, like your group, we were neighbors and a few of us worked together."
I smiled and nodded encouragingly. "Go on," I said. My brain struggled to take in all the data my mother provided -- group sex, drugs, what else?
"Well, two of the couples eventually had to move away for work. We remained close to the last couple -- the one without kids. It turned out that the husband was infertile. Anyway, over a period of time they'd given up on all the options for having a child but adoption but they didn't like that option. Then they asked us one day if we'd impregnate them -- really if your father would make the wife pregnant. The two men have similar frames, skin color, and even temperaments. We thought about it and decided to do it. It took a few months but eventually she got pregnant."
I stopped and asked excitedly, "So do I have a half-brother or sister out there somewhere?"
"Yes, you do," my mother said with a sigh of relief at my attitude, "one of each. They live on the other side of the city -- about an hour away. Her name is Sarah and she's about twenty-nine years old. She's an elementary school teacher. His name is Robert; he's about two years younger and does something with computers that even his parents don't understand. Neither of them knows about their parentage."
"Do you still see them -- the parents? The kids? Are you still in love?" I asked with a smile of love.
We walked about a hundred paces and a sixth sense told me to keep quiet. Finally, my mother said, "Yes. Yes, we are. We are still in love. We hold our times together dear, and these days those times aren't often enough. I love your father; I also love Elliot. I know your father loves me, but he also loves Jean. And we all love the kids. Officially we're their god parents."
"Wow!" I said in a low voice. "This is like right out of a novel." We walked along some more. Finally I asked, "Will you ever introduce me to them -- my siblings?"
Mom said thoughtfully, "It's probably about time. Let me talk to our ... friends about it. The introduction should probably come after Sarah and Robert know the truth about their ancestry. I've always advocated that they should have been told, even decades ago. I think Elliot needed to preserve the illusion that he was the father. The need for that has probably faded now that their kids are out on their own. We haven't discussed the topic for years. I guess I've even come to think of it as one of those unapproachable things that you just don't bring up -- but it's always been the gorilla in the corner of the room."
We turned in our walk and headed back towards home. The first snowflakes drifted down from the sky in no particular rush to reach the ground. I pestered my Mom for details and she seemed relieved to open up to me after all these years. I kept thinking how great it was that my parents had a deep and physical relationship with another couple -- and one that had gone on for decades.
