Brewhause by R410a,R410a

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Following the surge of evening diners Sara and I sat down for a bite just after eight o’clock. It had been a busier than usual Friday, neither of us had much energy left. Sitting back looking at each other Sara raised her eyebrows as she spoke.

“So, did your lady friend come in? I didn’t have time to notice.”

“Ya know, I looked a few times but didn’t see her either. How about you, did the administrator guy show up? I noticed your fisherman buddy from last year is back, he seemed to be trying to get your attention.”

“Yeah well, he can stuff it. He’s obviously married now, the ring isn’t on his finger, but the indentation is. What make these asshole’s think taking the ring off makes it any less obvious that they’re married? Dumb fuckers.”

She leaned across the table, “You got any energy left after last night? That was some mighty good screwin.”

I leaned across so our faces were inches apart, “Hell no, you drained my balls last night. I was afraid you’d want more this morning and was glad all we did was shower and feel a little. Maybe in the morning we can do a quickie to start the day.”

Arriving home stinking of beer, fish fry and the overall smell of a tavern we jumped in the shower together. We didn’t need to fool around, we were tired enough to simply wash the others body and dry off. It’s interesting because we always say we’re only going to wash but I take extra time to wash her breasts and between her legs, she takes extra time to wash my cock. Neither of us needs to get off, we just like touching each other.

Following our much needed and soothing shower I was helping her dress as she leaned against me for balance, panties and one of my old worn-out oversized shirts. She would lean on my shoulders as I knelt and slid her panties on, taking extra care to make sure they were comfy for her. It was a silly game we played, but it was our game. I would then lotion her body from toes to neck, slip the shirt over her head and she’d lie down waiting for me to join her. Neither of us could stand to touch the other when we were teens, now we literally clung to the other, or at least when we first went to sleep. We were tired but yet keyed up from the day, Sara spoke softly.

“We need to go see your mom in the morning.”

“What? Why do we need to see mom?”

She sighed and put her hand on my chest, “She’s been listening to old Mrs. Kozak from church and is convinced we’re living in sin. She suddenly thinks it’s wrong that we still live together. She says people are beginning to talk. John, we need to remind her that we aren’t brother and sister, we grew up together in the same house, that’s all. We never so much as went to a basketball game together, we need to put her mind at ease. That is, unless you don’t want to be with me any longer.”

I was a little pissed and let her know, “Knock that shit off Sara. We’re together, leave it alone. I have no desire to be with anyone else. Do you feel the same?”

“I do. I need to sleep, and I’m going to be the one to say it first, I love you.”

“Love you too.” I whispered as we drifted off into lala land.

Sara called mom first thing and set up a time to meet for coffee by nine. We would need to be at the Brewhaus by ten thirty so that would give us plenty of time with her. Our town is small enough there are only two coffee bars in town, one is very friendly, the other simply sells coffee. Guess which one we met at? Sitting at a table in the back we said hello and greeted people until her mom walked in and sat with us. She had a serious look and seemed rigid. I got us coffees and then sat down to see what she had to say.

“Kids, I don’t know how to say this, but you can’t live together any longer. You’re awfully cozy and people are beginning to talk, Evelyn Kozak says you’re committing incest. John, you need to move back with me.”

I wanted to laugh but knew better. Sara took my mother’s hand. She had always addressed my mother as mom and did so as she spoke.

“Mom, Johnny isn’t going anywhere I’m not. Before you start with the incest thing again keep in mind that we are not brother and sister. We both have different parents, we are not step-siblings, we simply grew up under the same roof for a few years.”

“But, but honey, you’re brother and sister. Your father and I got married and you’re our kids.”

I needed to hit this head on, “Mother, there’s no blood shared between us, we were born to two different sets of parents. Explain to me how this is incest?”

Mom sputtered, sucked air and tried to say something several times, eventually she put her hand against her chest and took a deep breath.

“I suppose you’re right technically speaking, but you still shouldn’t be living together. Who knows, the next thing you’ll tell me is you’re sleeping together.” She sort of tried to laugh as she said it.

We said nothing, both of us staring into her gaze. Her hand flew over her mouth and she gasped.

“Oh my God. You are, aren’t you. Oh my, oh my, this is too much. I can’t process this.”

Sara took her hand again, “Mom, we would never purposely disgrace or humiliate you, but John and I love one another and we’re staying together.”

Tears streaked down mom’s face, “But what about kids? Children born from incest can have numerous complications. I want grandkids, this isn’t fair.”

Sara had reached the end. “Who’s John’s father?”

Mom answered with a disgusted look, “You know very well who his father was.”

“Okay, was it my dad?”

“Well no.” It was as though the light came on at last as she continued. “And I’m not your mother. Why did I not see this before? Oh, I’ve made a fool of myself haven’t I?”

Sara was always full of compassion for my mother, this would be no different, “No, you haven’t made a fool of yourself, that’s why it was so important to talk this morning. You need to know that John and I have reached the conclusion that we don’t want to be with anyone else, and the sex is great.”

I’d never seen mother turn red as a beet before, “Stop it Sara. I didn’t need to hear that. What will I tell the lady’s from church when they mention it?”

I decided to be the heavy, “Tell um to piss off, it’s none of their damned business. If that doesn’t work send them to me, I’ll tell them where to get off.”

Walking from the coffee shop to the tavern we did something we hadn’t done before in public, we held hands. There were odd looks from folks we’d known a long time but not much else, until we walked into our tavern the same way. Since Saturday was a double cheeseburger special day some of the kitchen staff started early, unlocking the door I slapped Sara on the butt as she went ahead of me. She reached back for my hand and led the way toward the office.

In the office she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, “That’ll give them something to talk about until the crowds arrive.”

That day was significant in more than one way, it was also the day Kirsten strolled in acting like we were somehow an item. Trying to be cozy with me I continually rebuffed her advances until Sara had enough.

Standing behind Kirsten she tapped her shoulder causing her to turn around.

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