A most generous thank you to Duke0467 for his editing assistance on this story. Many thanks for both his patience and guiding hand.
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The dream of her son being conscious once again, and on his way to a full recovery, quickly turns into a horrid nightmare for Gwen. Arriving at the hospital the next day, all full of bright hope for the future, she finds his room empty.
She frantically calls Avery and can tell by the tone of her voice something dire is wrong. They meet over coffee in the downstairs hospital cafe and Gwen is given the devastating news. Sometime after she left Michael had passed. Avery tried to be as tactful as possible as to the reasons why, but in the end she made a tearful confession.
Gripping Gwen's hands across the table she begins to speak slowly, "Honey, we . . . we drained him last night using up the remainder of what strength his body had left. We brought him back to life but the . . . ahh excitement of what we did, of how we did it, turned out to be too much for him. Do you understand what I am saying?"
Sadly, a tearful Gwen understood exactly as the implications were quite clear. Avery tried to take all the blame but Gwen knew ultimately it was on her. Yes, Avery, had screwed her son while she watched and that doubtlessly helped drain him, but when it was her turn Gwen not only fucked her son, but fucked him so long, so hard, and with so much reckless abandon that he . . . later on. Breaking down in tears she cannot even finish the thought.
Avery seeing how distraught Gwen is over the idea that she was somehow culpable in the death of her son, tried her best to change her mind saying Michael's death was inevitable, and that he basically died the night of the car accident.
The next few months is a complete nightmare for poor Gwen with Avery being the rock she leans on during this trying time. Their relationship blossoms under the dark grief of losing Michael to the point where they became the best of friends bounded together in their mutual grief.
Less than a week after his death, Avery moves in with Gwen occupying the spare bedroom in her house. It was only supposed to be for a short while but she ended up staying nearly a year.
They make it a point to never bring up the sexual exploits they shared with Michael that night, or on any of the other nights for that matter. Gwen also pointedly never brings up her prior suspicions Avery was, or maybe still is, the Devil's minion, instead she simply tries to put the whole episode behind her.
Her faith, just as he had been broken in God, now was broken in the Devil. She had tricked her- plain and simple. Gwen felt such abject guilt over what she did that she swore off ever having sex again. Somewhere the Devil is smiling as everything, including Gwen swearing off sex, is all part of her grand scheme.
And then it happens. Gwen misses her period, goes to the doctor and finds out she is pregnant. She will be having her son's baby!! Later that evening, after nervously announcing her pregnancy to Avery, Gwen is in for yet another shock.
"You . . . you are pregnant and just found out today," Avery stammers looking at her starry eyed.
"Yes, why?" Gwen is a bit surprised at Avery's reaction. She expected her to be greatly excited or maybe stunned even, but instead she appears almost dumbfounded by Gwen's announcement.
Avery is silent for a moment before answering. "I am pregnant too, Gweny."
"Oh my God!!" Gwen cries.
Avery breaks into a wry smile before leaning in close to Gwen and whispering, "I think we both know, God had nothing to do with this, Gwen."
Gwen smiles back nodding her head in agreement. Maybe she wasn't tricked after all as one son shall be replaced by another.
18 Years Later . . .
It's a warm summer afternoon in late August. Gwen and her son, Luke, are hanging out by the pool along with Avery and her son Lance. Both women rocked bikinis that capture the young eighteen year boys' attention.
Just like Gwen and Avery, the two brothers, a bit of information that is unknown to them, are best friends. Both Gwen and Avery were in agreement when it came to keeping the boys in the dark about the true identity of just who their father was. Meanwhile, both boys refer to their best friend's respective mothers as "Auntie" and regard them as such.
The boys head inside the house to grab drinks for everyone and as Luke stares out the kitchen window overlooking the pool Lance sidles up next to him.
"You think my mom is hot?" Lance says to his friend teasingly.
"Dude, really? What kind of fucking question is that!?"
"It wasn't a question, Luke. It was a statement of fact."
"Yeah, well, so you caught me looking at her. I mean Jesus that bikini . . . your mom has a great set . . ." Luke, embarrassed, doesn't finish his sentence, but instead turns away from the window and pulls four glasses out of the cupboard.
"Of tits. Yeah, I know. Not a bad ass either for someone in her mid- forties." Lance says laughing so Luke isn't sure if he is serious or not.
"Forties? Really, she doesn't look a day over thirty."
"Well how old is your mom. You know she looks hot too. She has got to be what fifty?"
"No, fifty-two actually. A few weeks ago." Luke fills the glasses full of coke wishing this conversation would go away, but knowing Lance it would not.
The best friends were polar opposites of each other. Lance was athletic, handsome, rugged, and aggressive with a quick smile and even quicker wit while Luke was reserved, shy even, with a warm heart and a gentle smile that he rarely showed.
The boys were right as both Avery and Gwen had aged remarkably well. One of their mutual friends had recently pointed this out to them and then added, "What did you two do. Make a pact with the Devil or something?"
Gwen looked away, embarrassed saying nothing, while Avery smiled at their friend knowingly before whispering, "Who knows. Just maybe we did?"
"Anyway I think we should help each other out." Lance says stopping Luke before he can escape back outside with the drinks.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I want to . . . hmm spend a little quality time alone with your mom and I am quite sure by the way you have been staring at my mom's tits all day you would not mind spending a little quality time with her."
"Ahh, Jesus, Lance stop it. You always be messing around." And with that he heads out the door thinking the matter is closed.
Little does he realize the matter is far from closed, but instead is just getting started. As always, the Devil is listening. Soon after she begins shaping fate as only the Devil can do to ensure both boys would have some alone time with their respective crushes.
Lance is the star pitcher for the local AAU baseball team and as luck would have it, they would be playing a tournament up north the very next month. Both Gwen and Avery, along with Luke, were planning on going to watch him pitch.
The plan was for all of them to leave late in the afternoon on Friday, but when Luke comes down with a fever and headache Friday morning he decides to stay home. Gwen naturally wants to stay home also to take care of her son, but Avery makes an alternative suggestion.
Avery finds baseball to be exceedingly boring, and therefore is always looking for an excuse to get out of going to her son's games. She tells Gwen it would be better for her to stay behind and take care of Luke since, "After all, I am a nurse and who better to take care of your son than a trained professional like me."
"Yeah, Aunt Gwen," Lance chimes in, "Come on you haven't watched me pitch in a long time and I really want you there. You like baseball anyways . . . unlike mom."
"OK, fine, but we are going to drive back right after Saturday's game. You know I hate leaving Luke when he is not feeling well."
"Sure," Avery smiles suspecting providence would intervene in some way to prevent that from happening.
Avery, she is no longer staying with Gwen, but has her own house just down the street, suggests Gwen drop Luke off at her house before they leave on their trip which has been pushed back to leaving Saturday morning. After they say their good byes, Luke takes a couple aspirin at Avery's insistence, and lies down on the living room couch to watch some TV.
Late in the afternoon he slips off to sleep. It's dark and cold in the living room when he wakes up a few hours later. The television is off and even though its mid-October and not particularly warm outside he hears the AC going full blast as he sits up rubbing his eyes.
He at first assumes he was alone, but then spies Avery curled up on the love seat opposite the couch watching him.
"Thirsty, sweetie?" she purrs coming closer to him. She flips on a small lamp next to the couch before placing her hand on his forehead. It lingers there as she whispers, "Hmm, no more fever."
He blinks his eyes while trying to control his pulse. As always whenever she is near to him her mere presence raises his pulse.
"Actually no." He says trying not to stare at her chest. It's a difficult task, not staring that is, as she is wearing a tight fitting white tank top that barely stretches beyond her gorgeous tits. She is obviously not wearing a bra as he can clearly see the outline of her large nipples pressed enticingly against the tight material of the tank top. It's an awesome sight for the sexually inexperienced Luke.
Sitting up, trying to adjust the boner that has sprouted inside his jeans, he mumbles lamely about it being cold while rubbing his forehead. He still has a bit of a headache.
"Oh yeah. It's the AC. I get carried away sometimes as I like it cold at night. Helps me sleep better under the blankets. Let me go turn it off."
She jumps up leaving the room and that is when he notices that Jesus H. Christ she is not wearing any pants, but instead is strutting around in a delicious looking pink thong that shows her well-toned ass off to the Nth degree.
She comes back into the room carrying a blanket and a glass of water. After setting the blanket on the couch next to him, she hands him the water. "Here this should help your headache. Open your mouth."
