Chapter 56 - A Ginger Lady.
The phone rang once.
"Oh, hello duu. I am missing you." Yana said.
"That's good, I'm on my way home." I answered.
"Good I am tired so no sex tonight, how was aunty?" Yana said.
"She's good, you meet her tomorrow. See you soon." I said.
"Goodie, see you soon." Yana replied ending with a kiss.
I put my seat belt on and drove out of the carpark. Thinking ' What a night it has been."
I drove through he carpark and out onto the main road. Thinking thank christ for mother's eh? Feeding Yana a line so I could stay a little longer and fuck her younger sister.
But I did get the one longest term crush as well.
I did think also think that Aunty Vicky and Faye would be possibly up for another round. But Maybe that little angel on my shoulder had won over the devil on my other shoulder. And convinced me I need to go back home to my other little angel. My loving, beautiful pregnant fiancé, Yana.
I pondered as I drove about had happened. I had bedded my old intermediate schoolteacher, and my Aunty. My Aunty twice in the space of a few hours. I had baptised my old teacher in the ways of anal. The one thing that struck me was how obedient Faye had been. I half expected her to be the strict, stern teacher. Maybe there was a 'work' Faye and a horny, erotic out of work Faye. And I had got the latter. I also pondered how prophetic Brandi's comment had been, about producing my own football team. Whether she meant my own Soccer or Rugby team. I didn't know and didn't care. But four women, All under the age of forty, each carrying a set of my twins. Eight bouncing little bubs with my gene pool. If Yana had her wish it would be nine. As she was possibly carrying triplets. Yana had hinted to anyone that this set of my babies was hopefully the first of many, we would have.
I was glad that Emma and Natasha would keep the matter of their father secret. Jeanette's didn't pose a problem. As Yana knew about them and their parentage. Then I realised I had cum in Faye's steamy, hot, quivering Pussy as well. Oh god, what if she gets a set of twins as well? That would be ten and all born within a few weeks of each other. At that I started to slightly panic. So, I opened Shmel's window and sped up. Hoping the cool draft of night air would settle me. I also scanned through the radio channels. At his time of night sometimes good music was played. I found one. Playing a song I had always liked. Even though it was at No 1 long before I was born. 'Spinning, Spinning, Spinning' by the NZ band from the late sixties The Simple Image. It had an effect on me. I heard it's opening guitar music play and then the opening line about a cripple teaching the singer how to dance. And even though I was eighteen. I had decided when I was sixteen, that I had wanted this song to be played at my funeral. (Feel free to find it on YouTube.). Why an eighteen year old was planning his funeral. Well, I had lost three schoolmates and my Grandmother in the space of a year. One to suicide, one to a car accident. Two to Cancer. And I just thought that maybe it was time I prepare for the future, so to speak. Then that made me think I will have to change my will. With Marriage and Bubsie's on the way. Not only me but also Yana.
I no time at all I home. I parked Shmel and got out. Waiting for the song to finish.
I then got out and went inside.
The house was in darkness, Yana was probably in bed. Dad was as always asleep. He started surgery at 7am so he went to bed early.
Mum was sitting in her chair, the same chair that she waited up in for us to come home that night Yana had first fucked at the lagoon. The chair with a clear view of the door, next to the lamp. Only this time she wasn't pissed. She was wearing what appeared to be a dark green satin robe. I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything else.
"Hello Jay. Nice to have you home. How's that sister of mine?" Mum asked casually.
"Hello mum." I said moving forward into the light.
"Have a seat, I see you are looking reasonable." Mum said gesturing for me to sit beside her.
I took a seat next to her on the two-seater.
"Aunty Victoria is fine. Well, more than fine when I left her. Where's Yana?" I said.
"Yana is on the phone to her family, has been for over an hour. So, she's still awake. If you want to go and fuck her senseless. But you may not have any cum left in you. You naughty boy." Mum teased swirling her whiskey in her right hand.
"Wha?" I stammered.
"Cut the crap, son. I've had Vick on the phone. She told me about the night. Her and I may have our occasional differences, but we are still sisters and we really do have no secrets. Did you really think you could fuck my sister; your aunty and I wouldn't know." Mum said.
"Ah, so are you asking because you're jealous you weren't there to join in?" I sarcastically asked.
"Ha, that's enough out of you. But I don't begrudge you a catch up with your aunty. You two were quite close. And then she moved away down to that windy hole, Wellington. And she can be quite shall we say, 'Suggestive.' So did the cheap slut have much 'Ginger Lady?' Mum asked.
"Ah, yes, a fair bit plus a Bloody Mary, and wine. Can I ask where the term 'Ginger Lady' came from?" I answered mum with.
"Ginger Lady is what your forebears, not the uptight Cockney side, but the fun-loving, free-spirited side from Ireland used to call whiskey. Because it's like me." Mum explained.
"Like you?" I quizzed.
"Yes, soft, smooth, and Ginger. But with a devilish streak." Mum explained with a giggle.
"Oh, I understand now. Yana was asking how far back we can trace our family. She can go back about 400 years to a village inbetween Moscow and St Petersburg. But our side?" I asked.
"Okay on your father's side. His ancestors go back to London back as far as the late 1700's. Working class all the way through with a smattering of Irish entering his bloodline in the mid 1800's. My side County Cork in Ireland right up to my Grandmother. So typically redheaded, ill tempered. Drunk Irish peasants. When they weren't fighting, they were drinking or praying. You know I still remember my Grandmother setting the table with one more plate in case the priest visited." Mum explained finishing her 'Ginger Lady.'
"Oh. She seemed very interested in my history." I said.
"That's good, now speaking of 'Ginger Lady' get me a refill and Natasha rang Yana. Apparently, she's up the duff. So, Yana is happy for her." Mum said.
