An adult stories – Greenfields by AnAverageGuy61,AnAverageGuy61 Greenfields
I stood there silent and still, my sister’s hand squeezed mine tighter as the curtains closed around the coffin. Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water filled the tiny chapel. As the song drew to a close my sister and I led the mourners from the chapel, outside were the flowers sent in memory of a great man. As we looked at the wreaths I thought about how we arrived at this sad day.
My father was only fifty-eight when he passed away. His mental and physical health had slowly deteriorated over the last few years, thanks to my bitch of a mother.
My father owned Greenfields, a wholesale nursery. That was how the business started out originally. Over the years he built a single storey shop that sold garden sundries, anything from a packet of seeds to hand tools. The cottage we lived in was just off to the side of the business. I was taking some old boxes out to the waste area when I saw my younger sister Claire sitting on a bench, she looked as if she was crying.
“Hey what’s up sis?”
“Oh God Richie I have just seen something and I don’t know what to do.” Claire always called me Richie, my given name was Richard. Sometimes my parents shortened it to Rich or Richie.
“What did you see? Tell me about it, maybe I can help.”
“It was Mum. I saw her coming out of the Riverside Hotel, she was with a man and they were kissing. She’s having an affair Richie! I need to tell Dad but I don’t know how.”
“No need to tell me Claire. I know all about it. Come indoors and we can talk there.” My father suggested as he surprised us both.
We sat around the kitchen table as my father said he was aware of my Mum’s cheating. He had known for three months.
“Three months! Why haven’t you done anything about it?”
“I have done something about it. Now all I am waiting for is your mother to tell me she wants a divorce, if she hasn’t asked before the end of the month I will tell her all I know and ask her to leave.”
“Why won’t you fight for her? She is your wife.” Claire asked.
“As she is my wife I shouldn’t have to fight for her. If she has chosen another man over me then so be it, I am damned if I will fight for someone who doesn’t love me. No, I am just waiting patiently for her to start things off.”
“Waiting for who to start things off?” My mother’s voice asked from the doorway.
“There you are dear. I was just explaining to the kids how I know about your affair with Simon Collins, they were asking why I hadn’t done anything as yet.”
Rather than looking deflated my mother just stared at Dad for a few seconds. “Well as you all seem to know I guess there is no point hiding it anymore.”
“You didn’t do much of a job hiding it anyway.” Dad quipped. “So what are your plans Maggie? Are you leaving me for him or will you break it off and beg me to forgive you?”
Mum stood defiantly and announced “I’m not breaking it off. I intend to leave you for Simon.”
“Don’t let me stop you then, your clothes are upstairs. You know where the suitcases are. Why waste time, you might as well pack and leave now.” Dad replied without looking at Mum.
“I’ll go when I am ready, Geoff. There are things to discuss first. You didn’t think I was just going to leave did you? There is this house and the business, I am entitled to half and I want it as part of the divorce.”
“The lawyers can deal with all of that. Now just go please Maggie.”
“But what about the children? They are coming with me when I go.”
“Sorry Mum but I am seventeen, I can make my own mind up, and I am certainly not leaving with you. Now I know what I know I don’t consider you to be my mother anymore.”
“Claire isn’t old enough. She will leave with me!”
Claire gasped. “Like hell I will. If you force me to go with you I will run away. I will be sixteen in a few weeks, at that time I will move back here anyway so why bother making me go with you.”
My mother stormed upstairs, we sat there in almost silence. Claire moved and she was sitting on my Dad’s lap hugging him and sobbing quietly, I was so pissed off I was too angry to cry. A short while later Mum came back downstairs.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll be back for the rest of my things in a few days. My lawyer will be in touch about the divorce.” My Dad just nodded and watched her walk out for the last time.
“Dad I can’t believe you are being so calm about all of this.” Claire stated.
“I have done my crying Claire. I did that when I first found out about your mother and Collins. Right now I am not upset, just angry.”
“But what about this house and the business? You heard her say she wants half of it.”
“Don’t you worry about it, either of you. What your mother wants and what she gets are two different matters. Now let’s get something to eat. Claire, would you get changed and give me a hand, Richie please go and padlock the main gate after your mother has left the premises.”
Dad never said much about the divorce to myself and Claire, we had to ask him and his answers were vague at the most, the only thing he did go into detail was about the house and the business. When Dad found out about Mum’s affair he saw a lawyer and created a trust that owned the house and the business, personally all Dad owned was his ten-year old car that was worth about five thousand pounds at the most. Mum and her lover ended up with half of nothing.
Once it was all over I carried on working for Dad, he showed me more about running the business. He included Claire as well as we had both been named Trustees. The business was safe even in the event of Dad passing away.
Dad put a brave face on in public but he was never the same again, it didn’t help that there was some bad blood between him and Simon Collins that went back several years. I think if Mum had left for anyone else it wouldn’t have affected him as much. When we went out if we saw them anywhere Mum would always try to let us know how well she was doing, Simon Collins was a rich man despite paying his wife a large sum of money in his divorce.
Eight years after the divorce Dad collapsed and died of a massive heart attack. For the first time in my life I felt lost and alone, I had Claire for comfort but she was just as upset as I was. When the news of Dad’s passing got out, a local newspaper wanted to do a story on him. They said it would be a fitting tribute to a much loved and respected local businessman. I agreed to the story providing they agreed to keep my mother’s name out of it, additionally Claire and I asked them not to print the date of the funeral.
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This brings us back to the present day, we left the crematorium and headed for a local restaurant. Dad had been a close friend of the owner, he allowed us to hold the wake there. Many of dad’s business contacts and friends from the local Chamber of Commerce were present, it was a fitting send off for a good man who died too soon. Everyone knew I blamed my mother for his death, it didn’t take long for people to stop mentioning her in my presence.
Several weeks after the funeral I was standing in the yard, Claire and I had decided to alter the layout slightly. We both agreed it would be easier for customers to move around the nursery, this way we didn’t have to get rid of anything, just move it to a different location. My thoughts were broken by a voice behind me.
“Hello Richie.” I turned to see her and Collins standing together.
“What do you want?”
“Show the lady some respect, son. She is still your mother.”
“As far as I’m concerned my mother died the day she left here to be with you, you pile of shit!”
Collins stepped forward but my mother put her hand on his arm to stop him.
“Come on Collins. Do it. Throw a punch at me. You had better make it count though, if you miss I won’t and you can expect no mercy from me.”
“Richie, please stop this.” My mother pleaded. Claire had walked down from the house to join us.
Claire took hold of my arm. “What’s she doing here?” She asked.
“Don’t know Claire. I was just going to ask them to leave.
“We came here because Simon has a proposition for you both. Please let him speak before you ask us to leave.”
“Okay Collins. You can say whatever it is you have to say then leave.”
“Richie, may I call you Richie? I came here to offer you a business deal. I want to buy the business from you, not the house, just the business. I’m prepared to offer three million pounds in cash for the business and any debts it has, what do you think?”
“I think you’re mad! You took her from my Dad, now you want to buy his business as well. Sorry but you could have offered thirty million and the answer would still be NO! I wouldn’t sell this to you or her for any amount of money. Now you had your say and I have given you my answer, please leave and don’t come back.”
Claire held my arm as we watched them walk to their car and drive out of the car park. We never saw or heard from Mother or Collins after that day, someone said they moved away after he purchased another business elsewhere
Besides myself and Claire, the nursery had two other employees. Ron and Mary, both had worked there for as long as I could remember. Ron was a great guy and good at his job. Mary spent her time running the shop and advising customers on what product was best for their needs.
Claire spent most of her time doing administrative stuff, placing orders and similar stuff. She also made sure that Ron and Mary both got paid their salary on time. Neither of us had much of a social life as work kept us busy, as we learned it became easier and less tiring. We started a tradition of going out for a meal on our birthdays, we also went out on the anniversary of Dad’s passing. Apart from that I rarely went out socially, Claire had a few dates but she never seemed to keep the guys for too long.
Dad had been gone for nearly two years when Claire started dating Marcus, he was a salesman who called in on us regularly. The relationship seemed to be going places, in a strange way I was pleased for Claire. I wasn’t bothered about dating, I had a few dates that ended up with us in bed. I felt Claire should date, she was too pretty to spend her life alone.
I thought things were going well for Claire and Marcus. That was until I noticed Claire was a little moody one day, I asked her what was wrong.
“Marcus dumped me, his loss not mine.”
It took me a while to notice, but after Marcus dumped Claire she started to dress differently during the day. Her jeans were tighter and her tops showed off more cleavage, being her brother I didn’t say anything. Claire and I had always got along well so there was no change in her attitude towards me. Most evenings we sat and talked or watched TV, Claire usually cuddled against me. Many times I thought of accidentally letting my hand rest on her tit or her backside. Not wanting to spoil our relationship, I never did anything. I couldn’t afford to lose Claire, she was all I had left
The turning point was one Saturday night as we relaxed watching the TV. As usual Claire sat close by me on the sofa. I lost interest in the movie we were watching and started to doze off to sleep, I woke to find Claire’s hand on my crotch. She stroked my cock through my trousers. I closed my eyes again and tried to think of anything other than Claire touching me, it didn’t work. I was enjoying it even though I knew it was wrong. I felt Claire move away from me, I assumed she was going to the bathroom or going to bed. Then I felt her lips kiss me, my eyes opened suddenly. We both stared then I returned the kiss, so much for my resolve.
We were making out like lovers, Claire repeatedly caressed my cock through my trousers. I groped at her breast as we continued to kiss.
“Take me to bed Richie!” Claire panted as I pinched her nipple.
Instead of saying no I stood up and led Claire to my bedroom, we collapsed on the bed kissing and tearing at the others clothing. I looked at my sister in her matching bra and panties, she looked beautiful. Claire removed her underwear as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, she smiled as she gently grasped my hard cock. I nearly blew my load when she lowered her mouth onto my cock, I watched as her head slowly bobbed up and down.
“Claire I’m almost there” I gasped. Claire never flinched and swallowed every drop of my cum.
When Claire lay back on the bed I dived between her legs and ate her to a massive orgasm, I was pleased with myself, given my limited experience with women. She groaned and thrust her crotch into my face. Before she had a chance to recover I slid my cock inside her soaking wet pussy. I came three times to Claire’s five, at the end of our sex session we cuddled and fell asleep.
After that Claire slept in my bed every night. Sometimes we made love, other times we cuddled and fell asleep. During the day we behaved as we always had done, inside the cottage we were like any other couple in love.
Sexually Claire was a lot more adventurous than I was, we tried sex in many different positions. Claire’s favourite position was doggy style, she always had stronger and louder orgasms if we did it that way. We started having sex all over the place. One morning i was fucking Claire as she stood at the kitchen sink, as we both came I saw Ron through the window. We burst out laughing as we adjusted our clothing.
“I didn’t realise it was that late. You had better get out there Richie, before Ron comes looking for you.”
Claire was right, I was usually in the yard when Ron and Mary arrived for work. When I went to greet them, Mary gave me a sly smile. Ron and I discussed the work for the day, Claire joined Mary in the shop. I have no idea if Mary or Ron suspected that anything was going on between us, if they did neither of them mentioned it.
A few months later Claire woke one morning feeling unwell, she dashed to the bathroom and threw up. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Claire to return, she tried to force a smile as she approached me.
“Richie, I think I might be pregnant!”
“No kidding.” I smiled. “I’m not the brightest bloke around but even I figured that one out.”
“What are we going to do?” Claire asked as she burst into tears.
I stood up and comforted Claire. “We’ll manage Claire. You go back to bed, I’ll tell Mary you are unwell and staying in bed.”
“Okay.” Claire looked as if she was going to throw up again. I got dressed and went to start my day.
I tried to keep my mind on my work instead of Claire, apparently I didn’t do a good job. Mary approached me at lunchtime, I assume Ron had spoken to her.
“Richie, is there something wrong? You seem awfully distracted.” Mary had a look of concern on her face. Both her and Ron had been a source of advice for Claire and myself since Dad passed away.
“I have a few things on my mind at the moment, Mary. I’ll be okay.”
“Is everything okay? Is it Claire?” Mary asked. The look on my face must have given me away. “Come on, let’s go inside.” Mary signalled to Ron she would be in the cottage.
Claire was eating some toast when Mary and I entered the kitchen. I made some coffee for us all.
Mary sat down and looked at both of us. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“I’m pregnant, at least I think I am. My period is late and I have been throwing up all morning.”
Mary reached out and took Claire’s hand. “I assume Richie is the father?” Claire nodded.
“Mary, we know it’s wrong, please don’t condemn us for falling in love.” I begged, knowing we would need help and support.
“Sit down, Richie.” Mary shuffled in her seat. “I’m not going to condemn you for being in love. There is something you need to know. You’re Dad wasn’t just my employer he was my cousin. When Ron and I travelled down here from the north, he gave us work. That in itself doesn’t sound like a big deal, it is when you know that Ron is my brother!”
“Your brother. You mean that you are our aunt and uncle?” I asked.
“Yes. When we were kids our father was incapable of holding down a job, as such we moved around a lot. Just as we got settled into a new area and school, we had to move again. From a young age we only really had each other as a friend, that grew into love as we got older. That was why we moved away, we couldn’t have lived as a couple where we were, too many people knew us.” Both Claire and I sat flabbergasted at Mary’s revelation.
“So you see, Ron and I are not going to criticise you for being in love. The big difference is you are having a child. Back when Ron and I got together there were so many stories about siblings having children with health issues, we decided not to have kids. Obviously now it is widely known that the risks are considerably lower. There would more than likely be problems if your children decided to have kids.”
“I can’t believe that we are related. Dad never mentioned it.” Claire still looked stunned by all we had learned.
“That’s because we agreed it would stay between the three of us, even your mother never knew about Ron and myself. What I am trying to say is we are here to support you, if you need to talk or whatever, we will help.”
Claire and I thanked Mary for letting us know we had her support. “You two stay here, Ron and I can manage for the rest of the day.”
“Wow! That was a lot to take in.” Claire sighed.
“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that either.” I replied, hugging Claire.
Ron and Mary became frequent visitors to the cottage, many nights they joined us for dinner. Claire had all the possible tests done early in the pregnancy, the doctors said she was carrying a healthy baby boy. Before the baby was born we agreed on the name, Geoff, after our Dad. If it had been a girl, we would have called her Mary.
Geoff was three years old when we spoke about having another child, Claire said one more and that was it. Mary and Ron knew we were trying for a baby. Ron was at the age where he was considering early retirement, recently his back had been giving him some aggro. Claire fell pregnant quickly, again all the tests were done. The only thing we asked of the doctor this time was to not reveal the sex of the baby.
Ron and Mary came to see us one evening, both of them looked terrible.
“What’s wrong?” Claire asked.
“You had better sit down.” Mary gestured towards the kitchen table. “As you know Ron has been having problems with his back. He has been to see the doctor, after a barrage of tests the diagnosis is pancreatic cancer.” Mary’s eyes welled up.
“Can they treat it?” I asked
Ron shook his head. “It’s one of the few cancers they can do nothing for. By the time I started getting the symptoms, it was already too late.”
“How long do you have, Ron?” Claire was weeping and trying to comfort Mary.
“Statistically, I have anything between six and twelve months.”
Ron retired as soon as I found a replacement for him, Mary continued to work although she took time off when Ron needed her. It was hard work running the business and training Andy, Ron’s replacement. Claire had to manage on her own most of the time during the day, in the evening we finally relaxed after Geoff was asleep.
Despite what the doctors told Ron, he lasted less than five months. A few weeks after Ron’s funeral Claire went into labour, I left Mary to look after Geoff as we raced to the hospital. I took Claire inside then went to park the car, when I returned she was giving birth.
We had another healthy baby boy. There was discussion over the name, when the nurse asked, we both said Ron at the same time. Mary burst into tears when she found out.
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Andy became a valuable employee, he was a hard worker and willing to learn. Mary continued to work for us, she said it was better than sitting at home alone. Claire showed me how to do all the paperwork as she needed time for the kids, sometimes we worked in the evening when the boys were asleep.
Claire was at the park with the boys one day, I stayed behind as we had a large delivery to deal with.
“Hello Richie, how are you?” I knew that voice, it was one I hadn’t heard in a long time.”
I turned and looked at my mother, thankfully she was alone. “What do you want?”
“Is that anyway to greet your mother? I called in to see how you and Claire are, can a mother not ask about her children?”
“As far as we are concerned, you stopped being our mother when you left with dickhead!”
“For your information his name is Simon, or it was. Simon died of a heart attack a few months ago, I am thinking about moving back to this area. Maybe I can start seeing something of you and Claire?”
I couldn’t believe the arrogance of the woman. Her lover has died and she wants to just walk back into our lives.
“Don’t expect me to say I am sorry he died, because I’m not! You walked out on the three of us for a life with him, and now he’s dead you want to play happy families again. Do us all a favour and go home, there is nothing here for you. I know I speak for Claire when I say that. Goodbye Maggie.” I turned and walked away, I watched as she walked to her car. Maggie sat for a few minutes before driving away. Claire arrived home with the boys ten minutes later.
That evening I told Claire about Maggie’s visit, and what she wanted.
“I hope you told her to fuck off?” Claire replied.
“Yes I did. I wasn’t that blunt, but she got the message.” Claire smiled as I told her.
“The boys are asleep and there is nothing else to do, what do you say we treat ourselves to an early night?” Claire had a mischievous grin on her face as she walked towards our bedroom.