I told Christa that, were she okay with it, I would be home after Georgy's birthday. Georgy's birthday was the week before Christmas.
"Bryce," she said impatiently.
"We're expecting snow tonight. The airports could be closed if you wait that long."
I knew all too well what snow in Colorado was like this time of year. The airport could be temporarily shut down and all flights cancelled. I also thought that if I stayed for Georgy's birthday, the odds of coming back again in February in time for Gabi's first birthday would be pretty much nil.
"I'm sorry babe. I know I should have thought about that before asking," I said.
"Babe," she began, "I know Georgy is your little sister and you love her dearly, but your family is here, and we miss you. I miss you. "
My family? That was the devil of it. Yes, she was right. But Georgy and Gabi were also my family now too. I've got myself in a fucking mess.
"I miss you guys too hon. I'll try to be home by Monday. I'll keep my eyes on the weather," I said.
When I told Georgy I would be gone before her birthday she was obviously disappointed. I had been here for several weeks now and I'm sure it felt like to her that our life as a "family" was settling into a routine. Georgy has never told me she wanted me to leave Christa. The exact opposite actually. But I know she wants me here full time. She wants me to be a full time daddy to Gabi. It's so unfair of me to make her raise Gabi alone and only give her these stolen moments of time. But who was I kidding? Every moment, from the very beginning, was stolen. Stolen from Christa and the boys. I was going to have to figure things out sooner than later.
Little did I know, events were going to happen that would force me to make a decision one way or another.
My last week in Tennessee, I made love to Georgy every night. Two of those days we barely got out of bed and made love several times. I wouldn't call every session making love though. Several times I fucked her until she was screaming my name so loud. Its heady listening to her.
I made sure that I got to spend time with mom and dad as well. When the time came for me to leave, Georgy cried as she held Gabi. I took Gabi from her arms and set her down on her blanket on the floor. I walked back over to Georgy and kissed her very passionately.
"I love you Georgy. I'm not falling in love with you. I AM in love with you," I told her earnestly.
She blinked away her tears
"I love you Bryce. I've always loved you."
I picked Gabi back up off the floor and kissed her on her forehead. Then I made silly faces until she was squirming laughing in my arms. That's what I wanted to remember. I wanted to remember my baby's laugh and her smile.
With that I said goodbye, not knowing when I would be able to return.
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On the plane I opened up my locked folder of photos on my phone. I stared at the photo of the 3 of us. Georgy got mom to take the photo. It's a wonder mom didn't ask about the intimacy of the photo. We look like a family. With Gabi tucked between me and Georgy there is no denying she's our child. She looks too much like the both of us. I stared at the photo for a long time before I closed the folder up again on my phone. Christa knew what time my flight was due in and said she and the boys would come pick me up.
Life resumed to a semi state of normal for me once I got home. Christmas was right around the corner, so it was busy to say the least. Georgy resumed her FaceTime calls with me, so I still got to see Gabi on a regular basis.
On Georgy's birthday I called her first and surprised her. I had a moment to myself on the morning of her birthday. I had bought a cupcake and I placed a candle on it. When she answered my FaceTime call I sung happy birthday to her and told her to make a wish. Then I blew her candle out for her. She was touched and I loved her reaction. Her birthday present that I mailed had already arrived, but I had told her she couldn't open it until the actual day. So I got to watch her open it on FaceTime. Her eyes teared up when she was what it was. It was a ring. In the center was an amethyst. Amethyst being the birth stone for February. February being Gabi's birth month. It was surrounded on each side by a topaz and turquoise. Mine and Georgy's stones respectively, for November and December. I knew what size her finger was because she had told me once and I remembered. I watched as she slid it on her finger. It was a perfect fit.
"Happy birthday Squirt."
"It's so beautiful Bryce," Georgy said as she looked at the ring on her finger.
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I woke up with a start on Christmas morning. I opened my eyes to find Christa between my legs with her lips wrapped around my cock. Fuck! Merry Christmas to me. I could tell by the curtains that it wasn't even daylight yet. I leaned back on the pillow and closed my eyes as I concentrated on Christa's mouth on me. Her tongue circled around the head and then she took me all the way in. She gagged a bit. She always did when she tried to take me in all the way. She picked up her pace as her head bobbed up and down the length of my cock. From fucking Georgy as much as I had, my stamina had built up before I came. I wanted Christa to bring me all the way there, but I knew I wasn't even close to cumming yet. I reached my hands down and gently grasped her head.
She lifted her head up and looked at me. She could see by the expression on my face that I wasn't close. She got up and straddled herself over me. She eased her down and I watched as my cock disappeared within the warmth of her. I reached around and gripped her on her hips as she began to slowly ease herself up and down my length. Her eyes were filled with so much love as she held eye contact with me. Fuck. Get with it I told myself. My wife wanted to make love with me. MY WIFE for Christ's sake.
Gripping her hips I held her down against me with my cock plunged deep inside her. I eased up a bit and then in one smooth motion I rolled us over so that I was on top of her. I didn't waste time once I had. I thrust myself into hard. Hard like I did with Georgy. Christa's eyes widened and then her lips curved into a smile. I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her as my hips banged hard against hers and my cock pounded inside her. She tried unsuccessfully to muffle her moans. I ravaged her until she begged me to cum. It didn't take me much longer after that before my orgasm ripped from me filling Christa. We both lay there, breathing hard. I rolled off of her and onto my back.
Christa propped herself up on her side and smiled at me,
"Merry Christmas," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I smiled back at her, "Merry Christmas indeed."
After I showered I went downstairs to get breakfast started before the boys woke. We always had a big breakfast before we opened gifts. While I was making breakfast my phone rang. It was Georgy.
"Merry Christmas Squirt," I said as I answered.
"Merry Christmas Bryce," she replied.
"I've got a present for you. When I put Gabi on the phone, say something to her so she knows it you, okay?"
"Okay," I said hesitantly.
When I realized Gabi had the phone against her ear, I said, "Hi baby. Gabi, Gabi, Gabi,"
"Babbsa, da-da, da-da," I heard Gabi say into the phone. Did I hear her correctly? Did she say Da-da?
"Gabi, Gabi," I said again.
She replied to me, "Da-da, da-da," I could hear her smacking her little hands together as she said it.
Georgy got back on the phone, "She says Da-da now babe."
Tears were welled up in my eyes. I quickly had to brush them away before Christa or the boys came into the kitchen.
"Thank you so much for that Squirt," I said a little choked up.
Georgy wished me a Merry Christmas again and then we got off the phone. I knew that this was a Christmas I was not likely to forget. Gabi was saying Da-da now.
Brandon and Carter were beyond ecstatic with their Christmas hauls. Between what Christa and I got them, as well as what mom and dad, as well as Georgy got them, they made out like bandits. When all the gifts were opened and Christmas dinner was finished, we all sat down together and watched, "It's a Wonderful Life," as was our family tradition.
As I watched it I thought about my own life. Never had life been more conflicted as it was for me now. On one hand, I have a wife, two wonderful boys, a career I enjoy that more than supports my family. On the other hand I have my little sister. My little sister with whom I have developed a sexual relationship with. We have a child together, and I am in love with her. Not like a brother loves his sister (which I do), but the way a man loves a woman.
When I think about Christa and Georgy they are two very different women with characteristics that I love about both of them. Christa is older than me and Georgy is obviously significantly younger than me. Christa is more reserved and doesn't always pursue things without a bit of encouragement and a whole lot of thought put into things. Georgy, on the other hand, is very outgoing and goes after what she wants. Case in point, need I remind you of how everything started with she and I? Giving me a blowjob fresh out of the shower. Christa and I had a warm and well established relationship. We'd married fresh out of college. I've known Georgy her entire life. I watched her grow up, even if from a distance at various points. From a sexual standpoint, Georgy's appetite is far greater than Christa's. But I attribute that to the age difference between them. Not to mention, I was Georgy's first and I'm the only man she's ever been with sexually. She's adapted to me. I hate to say it like this, but I've groomed her sexually to my preferences. Not to say that I don't indulge her in what she wants, because I do. Both Christa and Georgy have given me children. 2 sons from Christa and a daughter from Georgy. Everything is so brand new with Gabi though. Getting to do everything over that I did with my boys, but with my daughter this time. I always thought if I had a daughter she would be a daddy's girl and that's exactly what Gabi is. Even if she is far away from me.
If I was being completely honest with myself, I know what I want. I want Georgy. But how realistic is that? She's my sister. But what I can't bring myself to do is hurt Brandon or Carter. I've already hurt Christa, she just doesn't know it yet. What would Christa do if she found out? Aside from divorce me. What would the boys think? Additionally, Gabi is their little sister. Does she have a right to know about them? Don't they have a right to know about her? I've gotten myself into a far greater mess than George Bailey, Jimmy Stewart's character in "It's a Wonderful Life," ever did. Maybe there's an angel who needs to earn its wings that could help me.
New Year's came and went, and our schedule returned back to the pre-holiday schedule. The boys were back in school and Christa continued to work nights. Georgy and I spoke regularly. She wanted to know if I would be in Tennessee for Gabi's first birthday. I told her I would try. I didn't know what I would tell Christa as for my reasoning for another trip to Tennessee. In that same phone call, Georgy told me something that kept me on edge for days.
"I missed my period again," she said quietly.
"Again?" I asked.
"Yes, I missed my cycle in December and January."
"Have you went to the doctor or took a pregnancy test?" I asked.
"I'm going to go to the doctor. I'm pretty certain I'm pregnant again."
"When will you be going?" I asked
"They have me scheduled for next week."
After we got off the phone I took a deep breath. Things were more complicated now than they ever were. I had impregnated Georgy for a second time. Unless she got on birth control, or we used some form of protection, we cannot engage in sexual relations any further. Georgy will now have two children to raise alone. I can't keep doing this to her. Considering that her appointment was the week before Gabi's birthday, I decided that I was going to Tennessee.
