Alert to the readers who have added me as a favorite author, or who favorite-d one of my previous stories: If you haven't figured it out, this chapter ties "Twice Forbidden" into a previous story.
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A SECOND CHANCE
Uncle Jerry was right about finals week being busy. The way my schedule worked out, the finals for my own classes were before the weekend, and the two I had to administer were afterward, so it was a perfect break. On Wednesday, we had dinner at his house and he graded while I studied. He told me to be ready Saturday morning.
On Friday night, with my own finals done, I texted Jerry and asked him whether I needed to pack a bag. He said it wouldn't be a bad idea. I wanted to relax that evening, but going almost a week without sex was too much. (The horror!) I went back to the incest website. Just for fun, I decided to see how far back they kept their posts. I discovered that they'd switched to a new server and software the year after Todd and I broke up. Happily, someone had archived the old site. I read an account with the subject line, "Me and my cousins on the beach." Either Chloe had posted her version of our bikini contest, with the names changed, or some other trio of cousins had an adventure just like ours. You know how some creepy guys have a countdown waiting for a female celebrity to reach the age of consent? (There was a name for it in the early part of this century, but I've forgotten it.)
Chloe had literally been counting the days until Kyle turned eighteen, and I'd helped her follow through. She'd even tricked me into thinking that the whole affair was my idea. Even though the girl-play we engaged in to get him hard remains the sum total of my woman-to-woman experience, I was flattered to learn that Chloe wished we'd gotten together again. She also posted about "breaking in" a cousin on her mother's side, and a couple more stories with just her and Kyle. Based on what Kyle told me, her last post was dated a week or two after she got pregnant, which made sense. I remembered seeing many posts in the discussion threads from women who had children by their relatives, but not many stories about the encounters in which those children were conceived, and none where the author claims to have had an abortion. (Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen a non-incest story written by a woman with that outcome.)
I moved on to a couple of father-daughter letters. One of them was a mislabeled rarity. It wasn't father/daughter but uncle/niece, and it was a conception story just like the ones I said are rare. Not only was she happy about it, but the feeling she described when her uncle came inside her reminded me of one particular occasion with Jerry. I went to bed and masturbated while I recalled the stories I'd just read, and a few others that I'd read over the years.
Jerry didn't specify what time I needed to be ready, so I'd packed a bag the night before in case I spent the night at his house. I opened the door, and he said, "Happy birthday, darling!" I almost melted just at that word.
"Good morning, honey," was all I could muster in reply. We hugged before he came in from the cold. I wanted to dress sexily, but the best I could do given the weather was a low-cut top that I let him see before I put my coat on.
Once we were in the car, I told him about Chloe's stories.
"Did they give you any ideas?" he asked.
"None that would make sense for us," I said. "What about you?"
"No, not really."
"Come on. Every guy pictures his girlfriend getting eaten by another woman. The only difference is that some of them are self-aware enough to admit they wouldn't want it to happen in real life."
"No, because you already told me you're not into that."
We talked for a half-hour before I thought to ask where we were going. "Out of town," was all he said. I wanted to say, "No shit," but if surprising me meant that much to him, I wasn't going to press the issue. He'd found an adult motel and booked us for the day and night! He signed the register as Jeremy, and I signed as Elena. (He started going by the shorter version in grad school.) He winked at the clerk and said, "It's okay. She's my niece." The clerk looked at him as if he wanted to say, "We don't care. Do what you want."
The motel had adult movies on demand, a vibrating bed and an assortment of lubricants and condoms. When I pulled back the cover on the bed, I saw that they had satin sheets as well. "What do you want to do first?" Jerry asked.
He anticipated my answer, and we both said, "You," in unison. Then I looked at the local attractions card near the bed. The area code for all the nearby businesses was different from ours. St. Regis used to be in the same area code, but they did a geographic split, and this part of the state got the new one. That reminded me that we were a fair distance from home, and it gave me an idea. "I want to go out to dinner and make an embarrassing public display of affection."
"God, I love you," Jeremy said. "I should have thought of that for my own birthday." I couldn't remember. Had he ever said, "I love you," when we weren't having sex? Had I?
"I love you too," I told him. "So very much. This is already the best birthday I've ever had. Let me get cleaned up." I took my bag with me into the bathroom. I washed my hands and face and gargled, but when I came out, I didn't look any different. We put our coats back on and headed to the romantic restaurant on the visitors' card.
It only took a couple minutes for the host to find us a table, but for those two minutes, we hugged and kissed really close. We kissed on the lips, but the host got back before I could open my mouth. He called himself the maître d', but I suspect he couldn't have spelled it if you put a gun to his head. I ordered the Carnal Carnivore platter, and Jerry had the Baby-Got-Back ribs. Jerry had Coke because he was driving, but I ordered a Screaming Orgasm. I turned to Jerry and said, "You're gonna give me a Screaming Orgasm, aren't ya, Jair?" loud enough for everyone to hear me. I may have been the more vocal of the pair, but Jerry matched me bite for bite at giving sexy looks and acting like we were doing something naughty under the table. We fed each other the strawberry shortcake and made a point of kissing with our mouths full. The last part was actually kind of disgusting, but it was fun to look out the corner of my eye for people's reactions.
When Jerry paid the tab, he told the host, "I got a real firecracker here." The host just said something noncommittal. Apparently I'd managed to outdo their usual seedy clientele. It was one of the proudest days of my life. As we were leaving, he asked, "What do you want to do next?"
"More of the same, but much less embarrassing," I told him.
"Oh, crap, what is it this time?" he asked.
"We passed a park on the way here. It's still light out. I want to go for a walk and act like any other couple."
We found the park I'd seen. It was the perfect timing for us. A combination of rain and a special event meant that lots of locals could see us, but there was also plenty of parking. We walked around hand in hand. I think one person looked at us funny, probably because of the age difference. We bought cotton candy from a vendor, and Jerry whispered to me, "This is only the second sweetest thing I'm going to eat today."
I added, "And only the second stickiest." We didn't talk much while we ate it, because it was falling off the paper stick the way you like ribs to fall off the bone. The first trash can we found was close to the restrooms, and we both needed to go. As I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and realized that a very happy woman was looking back at me. When I came out, Jerry was waiting for me. I smiled.
"Why are you smiling this time?" he asked. As much as I'd probably embarrassed him that day, I understood his tone.
"Because, when I saw you, I thought, 'There's my man!'"
Jerry pointed to a curve in the pathway. "Our car's over there. Let's run for it!" I did.
I forgot that Jerry told me he'd been a sprinter in high school. He got there before me and waited with open arms. He wrapped them around me, and we had a wonderful, not-embarrassing, closed-mouth kiss. "You know what the bumper sticker says," I told him. "'If you can beat me, you can eat me.'"
"I'm pretty sure you were gonna let me do that anyway," he said.
"Damn right," I replied, "if by 'let,' you mean insist." I didn't talk much on the way back to the hotel. When we were a few miles away, I spoke up. "I just realized something. You called this 'our car.'"
"It's the car we're using," Jerry said. "You don't have to parse every word that comes out of my mouth."
"Have it your way," I said. Then I sang, "You called it 'our car'. You called it 'our car." I returned to a speaking voice and asked, "What'll be 'ours' next?"
I'd just finished that sentence when Jerry had an idea. "What's a birthday without cake and ice cream?" he asked rhetorically. "Tell me if you spot a grocery store," he said. A half-mile later, I did. Besides the cake and ice cream, we also got whipped cream, bananas and assorted toppings. Fortunately, the hotel lobby had paper plates and plastic utensils available. Apparently a lot of people have the same idea we had.
When we got back to the room, Jerry cut the cake and sang "Happy Birthday" to me. He sang it completely straight, not doing anything funny until the end, when he actually did give me a spank for each year. When he said, "And a pinch to grow an inch," he pinched my ass. We only bought one candle, which I blew out. "Did you get what you wished for?" he asked.
"I'll let you know in nine months," I said with a straight face.
"WHAT?"
"I'm kidding," I assured him. "But I did have something profound happen last night." I told him about the story that I read about the woman and her uncle. "The story itself isn't what's interesting. After I went to bed, I was masturbating while I thought about that, and it turned into us. Then, the moment I remembered her saying that she conceived, I came really hard."
"Are you saying you want to?"
"I am absolutely, without a doubt, 110% certain that this would be a terrible time for me to have to take care of a child. But if, for some reason, my birth control failed and you did get me pregnant, well, I'd only be unhappy about the circumstances, not the event. You remember what I said about the right guy at the right time?" Jerry nodded. "Well, I've found the first part. I love you."
"I love you, too," Jerry said. "Now can we do something fun?"
"I'll get the plates," I said. Jerry cut the cake, and I opened the ice cream. We each had a slice of cake and a scoop of ice cream.
"Now for your birthday present," he said. I hummed "Rock-a-Bye Baby," and he said, "Don't do that unless you mean it!"
"Who says I don't?"
