AN: Inspired by Scouries Two Pregnant Moms & A Sis?
Dearest Readers, while this story borrows the original story premise I have changed it to suit my narrative while keeping the characters, and some lines of dialogue. from the above-mentioned story, The character portrayals have been changed to suit my writing style and many other things were fleshed out.
I sought the author's blessing but after waiting a month with no response (he hasn't been active here since Nov of 2020) so I am going ahead with my story. I hope you enjoy my take on this tale.
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My story begins in the here and now but we will be covering details of the past and recent past as well. My name is David Michael Taylor. I am 18 years old and as of this point in my life only a few months away from graduating high school with honors. I am the only son of Kenneth and Sophia Taylor. I am 6 feet tall and have a runner's build to me as I am a cross country and track star for my high school in California. As such I have a nice tan and physique. I have my mother's blue eyes and black hair but my father's handsome looks and a pale complexion (normally).
I spend quite a bit of time at the beach with my friends and date quite frequently. While most of my friends chase society girls I prefer girls that most of my social circle would say are socially beneath us. I don't have the same attitude as I prefer women that while beautiful, are more down to earth and have a good head on their shoulders. After all, women age, and some of them very badly. I have seen many a pampered princess age badly from teenager to adult and have nothing but their trust funds to fall back on.
Moving on to my family life, My father is a very wealthy businessman and my mother has been a stay-at-home mom all of her life. Life changed for my family when I turned 15. My dad called my sister and I into his study and announced that he and our mom were getting a divorce. Over the past few months, there have been many tense moments between mom and dad but neither my sister nor I were able to ascertain the nature of said arguments, that is until now.
As upset as I was by this news my sister was infinitely more so. She yelled and screamed at my dad about destroying our family and for what? Dad didn't answer him but as I looked at my mother I had a sneaky suspicion that she knew, she just didn't want to say. So, by month's end, dad had moved out of our house and closed on his new... well mansion for a lack of better words. It wasn't billionaire big (as dad wasn't a billionaire) but it was still larger than our current house and so far he would be the only one living in it. He of course said that he wanted us to visit him and that he would set up rooms for us.
Krysta was very adamant about not taking him up on the offer (at first). It took a year before she would spend more than a few hours with dad after that. She was mommy's girl and the two were very close. While most teen girls are breaking away from their mothers at this age in an act of rebellion my sister and mother were the best of friends. While I don't think Krys told our mother absolutely everything that she did I do know that they shared more so than other mothers & daughters. Still, mom wanted Krys to have some kind of relationship with our dad so eventually, mom convinced her to start spending some time with the man as he was considerably older than mom and she knew that with his active lifestyle that he was bound to die at some point in time.
Continuing down my family tree with my sister. Krysta Marie Taylor is 2o years old (thus, two years older than I am). She was born shortly after our parents were married (by months). Her birthday is February 21st and she was born in 1986. Krysta grew up taking part in ballet but shifted to gymnastics until her bust grew so large it became difficult for her to properly compete. As such, she switched to cheerleading. She became captain of the cheerleading team in her junior year beating out all of the senior girls. My sister has dark hair that seems to get darker the longer she is in the sun. She has my mother's olive-like complexion inherited from mom's side and dad's green eyes. At 20 she has filled out over the years to a very shapely 32C-22-34.
My mom, born Sophia Rosa (nee Fratelli) Taylor, came from a nice second-generation Italian American family. They owned a modest little vineyard and had their own brand of wine that does quite well throughout the state. While they would never go national, choosing to do things like their family did in Italy, they were well enough off. As I tell this story my mother only turned thirty-six this spring. I have been told (not that I needed to be) that she was impossibly beautiful for a woman who had two adult children. Mom had long wavy black hair that normally fell over her shoulders in a fiery cascade that simply led one's eyes downward to the full, round, still high, and firm breasts that screamed to be cupped and caressed. While I don't know how my parents met I do know why my father was so instantly taken with her after seeing her high school photographs.
Traveling down from her bust, next was her ridiculously small waist, and then the flaring outward of hips and her... ass! There was no question about it, my mother was hot! A fact that my friends almost inevitably pointed out to me after seeing her. Life got even worse after American Pie coined the term MILF. While in high school, if I felt strongly enough about a girl, I would introduce them to my mother (they already knew Krysta as she was very popular). Despite my mom introducing herself as my mother, none of my girlfriends believed that this stunner was old enough to be in her 30s, much less a mother of two.
This brings us to the antagonist of this tale. Kenneth Oswald Taylor: Dad has always had an eye for younger women (and sometimes girls). Our father was married once before. His first marriage began as an 18-year-old college freshman. Dad met an innocent young girl for, the first time away from home and she was immediately smitten by my father's intellect and sophistication. The woman's name was Nia Potok.
Nia came from a large Greek family and was the youngest daughter and the first to go away to college. She was also the first to defy tradition and date outside the Greek community and thus was ostracized when three months after arriving at college she fell pregnant from my dad's viral sperm. To save face in his family's social circles and stop a scandal that the girl's parents were threatening to make, Kenneth Taylor married his baby momma. Nia immediately dropped out of school at her parent's insistence and raised their daughter, Alana Taylor, while dad managed to graduate college with a degree in business while supporting his new family. He interned with a very prestigious company starting in the summer before his junior year and when he graduated had a high-paying job waiting for him.
During his marriage to our mother, Dad never spoke of his first family. He also has never said why but he one day abruptly walked out on his family. From what I've learned talking to... someone, his in-laws never took to dad, no matter how good a provider he was. When the divorce was finalized my father gave up all parental rights to his daughter and was cut out of her life. While Krys and I knew we had a sister named Alana that was all we knew. Dad only had one photograph of her and that was from her third birthday.
Two years later he married our mom. Neither mom nor dad had ever fully explained how they'd met and fallen in love to either of us (well... at least me). Within a year of their marriage, Krysta was born and 18 months later I came along.
Krys and I were at the door the day Dad came to pick up the last of his things. Krys stood with her arms crossed in front of her breasts and was glaring daggers at dad for being so selfish and for hurting our mother. I was equally mad but hid it well. I have long since learned to properly mask my emotions from everyone around me. Mom was in her room crying hysterically at the notion that her family was for all intent and purpose, no more. I handed dad his last box not wanting him to stay any longer than necessary. He said that he would see us later when he was all settled in so that we could go furniture shopping to decorate our rooms at his house. Krys stopped off in a huff, not even saying goodbye. She had to go lay next to our mother and comfort her broken heart.
~ March 17th, 2006 ~
Have you ever had that sinking feeling of impending doom even though there are no signs to the contrary? You're just minding your own business when all of a sudden the hairs on the back of your neck (or arm) stand up on end? Or how about you're just minding your own business and your pulse begins to race? Always go with your instincts, because they're usually right. I knew something was coming when after settling into my room at my father's house he calls my sister and me into his study to "Talk".
The last time something like this happened (in our family home) he broke the news that he and our mom were getting a divorce. Based on his track record I could hardly wait to hear what he wanted to "talk" about. He waited until my sister and I were in our seats and comfortable. Then he asked us if we were all settled in.
