Kevin's admission to me in the heat of passion was so wonderful. Having the man of your dreams confess his love for you while his cock is pouring his sperm into your eager body is about as good as life can get! He almost ran out of the room after that and, to my surprise, he mostly avoided me for the next week.
Alicia, of course, knew right away that something was up and she came to me one night that week and asked me if I was okay with Kevin having 'done his part' and now letting nature work its' course. How could I tell my sister that her husband was ashamed of what he'd told me? I told her that everything was just fine and that, after all, Kevin was her husband and I didn't expect him to be with me every day and night.
I wanted that, but I didn't expect it.
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My period came and Alicias' disappointment was hard to hide. The nursery was fresh and ready for the baby and the whole house seemed ready for the sound of a child to warm it up. But my belly was empty.
I was disappointed for my sister but secretly happy for myself knowing that Kevin would soon have to be with me again.
My secret happiness was soon shatttered when Kevin took to picking arguments with me whenever it seemed a good time for us to be together. Then he'd have his excuse to avoid me and avoid his duty to his wife by making love to me.
At night I found myself crying as I heard Kevin in the next room satisfying his passion with Alicia. I actally got mad at my sister for loving her man with thoughts about his wasting his sperm on her barren body. The sounds of their lovemaking were sheer torture to me and I'd lay in my cold bed fingering myself and thinking about Kevin between my legs making love to me with the passion he loved Alicia.
My sister, as I found out, is a wise woman. She didn't know all the details of Kevins' problem with me but she knew how to take care of them. Our mother called one day and told Kevin that she was having problems at home and she really needed Alicia to help with the house and the paperwork that daddy left behind when he had died. My mother had no problem, it was just a ruse that Alicia had concocted to get her pussy away from Kevin.
Kevin and I waved at Alicia as she walked down the jetway onto the plane that Saturday and then found ourselves staring at each other.
"I guess we should go home."
Those were the first civil words he had uttered to me in over a month. We no sooner got home then we retreated to our respective corners of the house, Kevin alone with his shame and me alone with my wants.
Well, it was really predictable when Alicia called the next morning and told us that she would be staying in Cleveland for at least the next month to take care of Momma and the house. Kevin was pissed that he was going to have stay with me, all alone, and he bitched at Alicia about it and I guess she just put him in his place and he shut up and said, "Yes, dear."
So the whole next week we just exchanged the usual pleasantries about the morning, the coffee, the weather, and each night we slept in separate beds.
Alicia had been gone one whole week when Kevin actually smiled at me that Saturday evening with a sort of glazed look. When I smiled back it was like he came to his senses and then went right back to his usual scowl. The stupid woman that I am, I totally missed the point that his smile may have had something to do with my cleaning the kitchen in just my bathrobe. I've long had the habit of doing my chores before I shower: what sense is it to get all cleaned up just to get sweaty again?
