It has been several years since mom died, but I still miss her. I miss the way she would make my lunches and put carrot sticks and cookies in. I miss the way she would go out every Friday and rent movies for us to watch.
My father took her death hard. He was depressed for months and finally went to a shrink to get help. I really do believe he has felt better in recent months. He even is to the point of dating again. Eva, I know, has understood what he is going through, since she went through the exact same thing.
"Jack, I have some good news," my father told me as we were eating breakfast.
"Oh?" I asked, hoping he finally approved buying me a car.
"Yes," he said, "Eva and I have decided to get married."
I didn't know what to say. Should I congratulate him, or get mad that he's replacing mom? All I could do was sit there with a stupid look on my face.
"I know you miss your mother," he said. "And even though it was hard, I have to move on. But know this: Eva is not a replacement for your mom. No one could do that. But I do love her and want to marry her. Do you understand, Jack?"
"Yes," I said. "I do understand. Congratulations, dad." I had known by the way they were when they were together that eventually they'd marry. In hindsight, it almost seemed inevitable.
"Well," he said, jokingly. "That's a good thing, since I want you to be the best man, and it wouldn't look good if the best man didn't want me to get married!"
We both laughed and finished our breakfast.
Later on that week was moving day. We were moving in Eva and her daughter, Jill. Before this day I don't think I really saw how hot her daughter was. Jill was a year older than me and that year really showed.
Jill worked at a hair salon. She always had painted nails and set hair, and I have to say that long fingernails do not help when moving boxes and furniture. I think she broke all but two of her nails that day.
The very first moment I knew my dad's marriage was a good thing (from an 18-year-old's perspective, that is) was when Jill was in the truck and pulling boxes to be unloaded. She was pulling a box from the back and I was standing right at the entrance. She had on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt, and when she had the box at the edge, I happened to look up at her round butt. Her legs were open as she struggled to get the box to the edge and I saw her panties when the shorts moved from the sides of her legs. As I looked up I saw she had pink panties on, but what really turned me on was seeing just a little bit of her pussy hair sticking out the side of them. Luckily I had on a long t-shirt and a pair of jeans, or everyone would have seen my hard-on.
"What's your problem?" She asked, while she looked down at me.
"Nothing," I said back. "Just waiting for some more boxes."
"Well, I think I'm going to take five. My mom put some heavy stuff in these last few boxes."
"Okay," I said. "Let's go get some Coke." I put my hand up to help her out of the truck. She took it and hopped down and we went inside to get a drink.
While we were inside, I went into the bathroom and jacked off into the sink, thinking of those dark hairs poking out the side of those panties. I made sure I washed up so I didn't smell of come, then went back outside. My dad had the dolly and was bringing more boxes in, so I asked him if I was done for the day.
"Yeah," he replied. "You're done. You and Jill did a lot today, so Eva and I are taking you two out to dinner. Just let me finish these last few boxes and we'll go. Gotta have strength for round two tomorrow!"
We had gone out to eat and Eva and my dad went to her old place, to load the truck in the morning. Much to my gleeful surprise, Jill stayed at our place.
After they had dropped us off, Jill and I collapsed in front of the TV. I had the remote and was mindlessly flipping channels.
"Knock it off," she said as she glared at me.
"What?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
