Mom sighed, “Fine. Not just that though. No PDA around us either. I don’t want to see my son kissing his sister.”
“Sure, mom. We can do that. Is that it?”
She looked at dad and he shook his head yes.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
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They might not have been happy about it at first, but over time they got used to it. Dad never was happy about it, but I think mom may have actually been glad we got together. Probably what changed was them seeing that we were serious. Things like watching us leave for dates, catching us holding hands or kissing when we thought they weren’t looking, that sort of thing. They had to move on and accept that this is just how things were now.
Dad may not have liked it, but he at least accepted it. He only did it for Nicole though. Our relationship wasn’t great before, but it was almost non-existent once he knew about me and Nicole. Still, when we got married a few years later he walked her down the aisle. We lost a few friends when we came out, but most of them stood by us and all the ones that did attended the wedding. We didn’t have too many family members show up, but a few did, most of them young.
After the wedding we went to a fancy hotel we rented a room in for our temporary honeymoon. We were so broke, we decided to put the real honeymoon off until we could afford to do something special. But for that night, the hotel would do.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” I smiled.
She bent over the bed.
“Lift my dress.”
I lifted her dress revealing a cute white thong.
“Sexy.”
“I wasn’t talking about the thong. Look behind it.”
‘Behind it?’ I thought? Then I realized, she meant her ass. I spread her cheeks revealing a big fake diamond sticking out of her ass.
“It matches the one I got you,” I joked.
“It’s already prepared. I lubed it up ahead of time.”
“Were you wearing this the whole time?”
“The. Whole. Time. When dad walked me down the aisle, when we said our vows, the whole ride over here. The whole time.”
“Fuck that’s hot.”
“Are you going to fuck it or just talk about it?”
I flipped her dress over her back and pulled the gemmed butt plug from her ass. I whipped my cock up, lined it up with her hole, and sunk in to her.
“Fuck… It’s so tight… It’s even better than your pussy.”
“You too. Your dick is so much better than a plug.”
“Fuck… How long have you been doing that?”
“The plugs? Anh. A few weeks. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well it’s the second best surprise I’ve ever gotten.”
“Only second best?”
“Next to you asking me to fuck you that first time. Shit, I love your little ass.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever beat that.”
“No. But you’re welcome to try. Shit, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Wow, you really do like my ass.”
“It’s amazing.”
“Then cum in my amazing ass!”
I filled her ass with hot seed then laid down next to her. She wasted no time in straddling my face and using it go get off. We spent the whole night fucking and most of the next day sleeping off the exhaustion.
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As planned we rented an apartment before she went off to college. I paid half of our expenses working as a line cook. I was able to get a pretty decent gig working at an upscale restaurant downtown. The other half was paid by mom and dad on Nicole’s behalf. Four years of college turned into eight before she finally finished school with her PhD in physics. She got a job as an adjunct and I dropped to part time while I went through a culinary program at our local community college. A graduated and resumed full time work, now with slightly higher pay. Over time we each moved up the ladders. She got a real position at her university, while I was able to move up to sous chef and eventually chef as the guys above me left for greener pastures.
With better jobs and more money, we were able to move into an actual house not far from our parents or our jobs. With a house and a yard came talk of kids. We were each tested and unfortunately the results came back that we both had a pretty serious problem that we would likely pass on if we had kids. Fortunately, being a scientist that owned a home and had two retired parents near by made Nicole a pretty easy sell as a single mother to the adoption agency. Mom and dad were delighted when we brought little Sarah home. I thought they would be disappointed that it wasn’t their ‘real’ granddaughter, but if they were they never showed it. Once they saw her, I’m sure any feelings like that must have dried up instantly. She’s ten now and we couldn’t be happier.