Note: As I've submitted each chapter of my story, I have wrestled with the decision whether to submit it under the Lesbian Sex category or the Incest/Taboo category. Some chapters contain little or no sex between Mary-Jane and her mom and Lisa and her mom haven't even had sex yet, so, for those chapters, I used the Lesbian Sex category. Literotica gives you only one choice. That's not a complaint, just a fact.
However, I received some feedback recently, where someone was offended that I used the wrong category. And, I mean, really offended. Not really sure what the big deal is. Incest or no, the story contains only sex between women. I could understand it more, I think, if a story in the Lesbian Sex category contained all kinds of sex with men. But maybe, being as dumb as I am, I am missing something.
So, in the hopes of not offending anyone else, starting with this one, all future chapters of 'An Unusual Family' will all be posted under the Incest/Taboo category. Some future chapters contain no or little incest at all, so, perhaps, I'll be taken to task by those incest lovers who think I've sullied their category by not providing enough incest.
However, now that we are well into the story, about these 4 women and their lives together, and incest is definitely practiced in their home, probably all future chapters belong in Incest/Taboo anyway, even if no actual incest takes place in any individual chapter.
I hope, perhaps, you can understand, though maybe not, why I had trouble picking a category for any particular chapter.
A sincere apology to those those of whom I've offended/annoyed/out-right pissed off, by maybe selecting the wrong category.
And, another note: Chapter 4, which as I type this, just got posted in the category Lesbian Sex, was submitted before I received the feedback alerting me to my goof.
All that said, I do hope some of you, at least, enjoy Chapter 5.
As some of you may recall, the women have just received the news that Jackie's husband Pete is dead.
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Even though she had never met Jackie's husband, Pete, Bobbie was a little taken aback by the news he was dead. It took her a moment to wrap her mind around the fact. A million questions were swirling in her mind, but she realized, at this point, Jackie couldn't answer them.
Faintly, the sound of clinking dishes reached Bobbie's ear. She knew the girls were on their way out to the pool, pushing the little cart, covered with their breakfast. She shook her head and called out to them.
"Mary-Jane! You and Lisa stay in the house for a while. We need some privacy out here. I'll call you when it's OK to come out. Go ahead and have your breakfast."
Lisa and Mary-Jane stopped in their tracks. 'What do you suppose that is all about?' they asked each other.
Mary-Jane laughed. "If ours was a regular household, I'd say that our moms want to have some sex out there. But in our special family that doesn't matter because we all have sex together! So it must be something else. They'll tell us soon, I'm sure. Let's take this back to the kitchen and eat. I'm starving, Lisa. You and your pussy really gave me a work-out this morning."
The girls did not take offense to not being wanted, at this particular moment in time. They simply shrugged and kissed and took the breakfast cart back to the kitchen. Mary-Jane never questioned her mother and she realized that if she didn't want them outside, that she had a good reason. And she knew that they would be told everything, when her mom was ready to tell them.
Outside, Bobbie wasn't having much luck getting any more words out of Jackie. She put her hand over her new lover's chest and could feel her heart beating furiously. She was worried. But, even though she was very pale, Jackie seemed in no immediate danger of passing out or anything so she looked at Jackie's phone that she had taken from her, took a long breath and pushed the right button to re-dial the last number that had been called.
She finally got Detective Hopkins and when he came on the phone, to simplify matters, she identified herself as Jackie Warren's sister. She said her sister was in shock, she couldn't get anything out of her and could Detective Hopkins please tell her what the hell was going on.
"There's been an accident." he told her. "At least, right now, it looks like an accident. Pete Warren drove his truck last night right into a metal light pole. We think he'd been drinking. There is a lot to investigate, but as a result, Mrs. Warren's husband was thrown right through the windshield, out onto the pavement. He must have been going very fast and I guess he figured the seat-belt law didn't apply to him. Then, would you believe it? As his body lay there, he was run over by a semi, a Kenworth. The driver is very shook up. As a result of all this, Pete Warren is very, very dead. I'm really sorry to have to tell you this. My condolences to your sister and tell her I hope she's OK."
Bobbie was a little numb at this news herself, despite never having met Pete. And she certainly did not like anything she had heard about him. But she was still Bobbie. Her voice got very cold.
"Detective, don't you think such news should have been delivered to my sister in a more sympathetic manner than over the phone? Is it official police policy in this town to just phone women up and tell them their husband is dead? I'll tend to my sister, you needn't concern yourself. Your concern has been so wonderful up 'til now that I'm not sure she can handle any more of your concern.
"But, just for the record, detective, my sister and Pete were going to get a divorce. She had a restraining order against him that should be on file with you people. Yes, of course, she is still upset. But I think she'll be fine. I'll give you my home number here and my cell number also because, of course, she will stay here with me for a while. I'm sure you'll need her for things and there'll be formalities she'll have to do. Call anytime, when you need us. But, ask for me detective, Roberta, no matter who answers the phone. Understand? Remember, do not call my sister's number again. Only mine. And only ask for me if I'm not the one to answer. Are you listening to me, detective?"
"There's a little matter of identifying the body, ma'am," detective Hopkins said. "When do you think your sister will feel up to that? You could bring her down and be with her."
"I'm sure that's possible, detective. Perhaps tomorrow morning? I'm sure when I get some warm tea into my sister or maybe a drink and talk with her she'll be OK. I'll get back to you about a time."
With that, Bobbie disconnected the call. She saw that Jackie had recovered, somewhat.
"Is it true, Bobbie? I can't believe it. Is it true? Is Pete dead? Or am I dreaming?"
Bobbie hugged her. "No, sweetheart, you are not dreaming. Pete is gone. He crashed his truck, was lying on the road and if he was alive then, which, I take it, the cops are still debating, he wasn't much longer because he then was run over by a trucker. I feel sorry for the Kenworth driver and I'd like to buy him a drink. I hope he can get the slime off his tires. I'll pay to clean them for him. Maybe I'll go to hell for saying it, and I sure hope you don't hate me for saying it, but Pete, along with the light pole and the Kenworth, have done us a huge favor." She hugged Jackie tighter.
Jackie buried her head on Bobbie's breasts. She thought she should cry for Pete but, after all the tears Pete had caused her to spill over the years, now, the tears just wouldn't come. She was ashamed of it, but all she felt was relief.
She knew Bobbie was exactly right about Pete's death really being a favor to the women. Over the course of the morning, she and Bobbie had been planning their new life together. Despite Bobbie's reassurances, Jackie knew Pete would always have been a problem, an obstacle to their happiness. He would have contested any divorce, made it as long and dirty as he could. Leaving her with nothing if he could arrange it. Despite the fact that their daughter was 18, legally an adult, just for spite, Pete probably would have tried to prove to the court that Jackie was an unfit mother. Glumly, Jackie realized that her current life-style, only one day old, but she certainly planned for it to continue, living with a woman and her daughter that practiced incest, would probably would be frowned on by the court and she certainly wouldn't have wanted it to become public.
Not that anyone knew, of course. But Pete could have hired a PI or something, she supposed, and there were always ways of finding things out. Gossip in a small town always spread like wild-fire.