Carla
Everyone sexually involved is over eighteen.
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"She want's what?"
Sitting at the breakfast bar, coffee in one hand and a Danish in the other, I'm stunned by my wife's announcement.
"You've always been fond of her, and she trusts you, so it just seems like a good idea."
That's how the whole thing started ten years ago.
Just a little clarification here; I'm Josh Ryan, I was thirty two years old, five foot six and one hundred sixty pounds. A few more pounds now, but still fit. I'm just average. I drive equipment - trucks, backhoes, what ever is needed for our power company. It can be hard on you physically, but pays very well and has a good health and vacation package. I could have apprenticed for Lineman, but a couple times climbing poles convinced me I'd rather stay on the ground.
My wife, Catarina, was thirty and my height (we fit together well) she has brown hair with streaks of red, She's like me in being average, except for her figure. Nicely flared hips above graceful legs. A finely tapered waist leading up to firm thirty four D tits. Weighing in at one twenty, she is tight and fit.
We've been together since my Junior year of high school and married after I'd been on this job a year. Coming up on our eighteen year anniversary now. She's Crew Lead in the utility's warehouse.
We don't have kids, something in her won't let her. I've heard the term several times, from several doctors, but I think my brain won't accept it. They say it can't be inherited, but I don't really know the why.
It is what it is.
We had accepted it.
Which also means our sex life is carefree and proficient.
"She" is my sister in law, Carla. Three years younger but almost a spitting image of her big sister, except for a much smaller butt.
Yes, I had admired it (many times) and been caught at it (many times), but I would honestly tell my wife that as beautiful as I consider Carla, I still prefer my Cat.
We always thought of Carla as one of those sweet souls who never see the bad side of someone, always expects the best. Naive.
She'd been in several relationships that didn't last more than a few months, but badly burned in one relationship where she was convinced she had done something wrong. Cat and I, and her dad, saw it differently and "visited" the guy after she showed up at our house with massive bruise on her face.
We explained to him in clear terms our view of how he had treated Carla and felt his best option was to seek work elsewhere. Like in another state.
The guy worked in construction and thought he was tough. So did Cat's dad. Dipshit took a swing at me and before I could react Pop had laid him out cold.
When he woke Pop leaned over and told him he was spreading the word to every Local to deny him work "You're black balled. The only work you'll get in this state is as a scab."
Yeah, he left town, went south I understand. Where his attitude to women would be more appreciated.
No one told Carla of our visit.
Cat wanted to continue the conversation but I had to get work. Clock starts at eight and the supervisor gets pissy if I'm late.
It was a busy day with little time to consider Carla's wants, then about three thirty some idiot took out a pad mount transformer throwing a whole area out of power.
Once the trouble crew had scoped the job and called it in I went after another transformer and then stood by until the on site crew was ready for the replacement.
By the time I'd taken the busted one back to the shop, cleaned up and clocked out it was damn near nine thirty. I called Cat, she suggested I just grab something on my way home and collapse for a bit before bed.
We didn't get back to Carla until Friday evening when we went out for dinner.
No, I hadn't forgotten Carla, but I waited for Catarina to bring it back up. If this was just some idiotic idea that came and went I was willing to let it go.
But no, We'd just had a couple sips of wine when Cat brought it up again. "Mom thinks it's a good idea."
"Your mom thinks what is a good idea?"
"That you father a child with Carla." And she said that with a straight face.
"And your dad?"
"He doesn't know yet, Mom's gonna talk to him this weekend."
"And then he'll come over and kill me."
"Why would he want to kill you?"
"Oh, I don't know -for wanting to knock up his baby girl maybe."
"But this isn't your idea. He can't blame you."
Dinner, and more wine, cut the discussion, but I felt like a condemned man waiting for the executioner in the form of my father-in-law. There is no way in hell he would agree to such an arrangement.
Hell,
I
hadn't agreed to it. But the women were scheming this thing, and they were scheming hard.
Truthfully, if I had met Carla first I might have gone for her. Maybe not. Who's to say. But I already had Cat, and she was prettier and smarter than her younger sister.
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Sunday had us at the in-laws for a barbecue.
Dominic really has a touch whether it's a grill or a smoker. He'll use gas but prefers charcoal. He says there's a world of difference in the flavor. I take his word for it because what ever he cooks up is delicious.
Dom isn't a big guy, maybe five - six, two hundred pounds, but at fifty Dominic Pratico was solid muscle.
His wife Anna was the model the girls took after; slim yet busty, brown hair with streaks of red, and now some silver. Even now a woman men turn to admire.
I'd brought Italian beer for Dom and a special Chianti for Anna. No, I wasn't sucking up, I'd often brought these. Dom liked the beer, Anna the wine. (personally the beer did nothing for me)
Carla wasn't there, she worked in retail and had a shift, so it was just Anna and Cat, Dominic and I. The women sat on the patio, sipping wine and chatting while I took up my usual station on a bar stool next to the grill so I could talk to Dom.
Except we weren't talking much. He thanked me for the beer with a grunt and responded to any comment with another grunt. I felt like I was waiting for an explosion.
Finally, when the meat was cooked and resting Dom looked up at me. "Anna says you're going to get my Carla pregnant."
"Dom, the first I heard of this was Wednesday. And I haven't agreed to anything."
He looked at me, I mean it was a strange look, finally nodded his head, and grunted again.
~~~
The food was on the table, the four of us seated. Anna stood to pass salad around when Dom said "Hold on. Josh says he hasn't agreed to making Carla a mother. You two have put this together, and made it sound all done but the fuckin'. You, Anna, told me this was the only way to have a grandchild. And you, Catarina, gave me the impression Josh was ready to do this.
What the hell is going on and where is Carla in all of this?"
I have never seen this side of him, even when we went after the dirtbag. When I proposed to Cat, and yes I asked him for his blessing, he took me aside and in a very quiet but firm voice told me to never hurt his daughter. "Anna, Catarina, and Carla are most precious to me. No one hurts them. Understand?" Trust me, I believed him. Not that I would intentionally do anything to hurt Cat.
