I woke up in the morning when Steve rolled over and took the covers with him. I had to go to the bathroom anyway, so I got up and got dressed.
When I went downstairs, Steve’s mom was sitting at the table, reading the paper and drinking coffee.
“Morning, Ahnka,” she said. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No thanks,” I said. “I’m trying to cut out caffeine.”
She looked at me, and I was struck by how much like his mother Steve looked. It wasn’t a strong physical resemblance, really. It was more in their mannerisms. The looks she was giving me now was one that I had often gotten from Steve. I called it the ‘I know you’re hiding something, so I’m going to stare at you until you tell me’ look. Because that’s exactly what it was. I thought Steve was good at it, but his mom was even better. More practice, I guess. And having to raise her sons probably helped. So she looked at me, not saying a word. I couldn’t leave the room, since that would admit right off that I wasn’t telling her everything.
“Mind if I grab a glass of juice?” I asked.
“Go right ahead. You’re engaged to my son after all,” she said, keeping that gaze levelled at me. “This is as much your home now as his.”
I went and poured a glass of orange juice, then took my pills.
“You must be on a real health kick,” she said, watching me. “You turned down wine with dinner last night, you seem to have quit smoking, laying off caffeine, and taking your vitamins…….”
I sat down at the table across from Mrs. Page and took a deep breath.
“I’m two months pregnant,” I said, staring at a bit of orange pulp stuck to the side of the glass. “Please don’t think that’s the reason I’m marrying Steve….”
“Honey, I know why you’re marrying him.” Her eyes were just as soft and caring as her son’s. “The first time you came home with Steve, I could tell that you two were meant for each other…”
“Weren’t we in the fourth grade the first time you met me?”
“Yes. I know it sounds strange, but I just knew.”
“It seems that I was the last one to know. Literally!”
She smiled at me then softly spoke.
“Ahnka, you have always been what Steve needed. When his grandparents were killed, you were a friend to him. I think you’re the only thing that kept him from sinking so deep into depression that he would be able to come back. I was so worried about him then. Nothing the doctors gave him seemed to help. But you did. I don’t know what you did, exactly, but I know it helped. Now, Steve needs you as more than a friend, and again, you’re there for him.”
“He’s always been there for me,” I said. “No matter what was wrong, Steve was always there. Did he ever tell you about my parents, more specifically, my mother?”
“He mentioned that she was usually rather cool to him.”
“Diplomatic of him,” I said. “She was a full-out bitch…excuse my language. She never liked him, and I never knew why, until yesterday. I went home to tell them what was happening between me and Steve, and that I’m pregnant. My mother…I can’t believe her…she said, and I quote ‘That’s the reason our people kept his people as slaves’….” I told her everything, knowing she had a right to know, hoping that she wouldn’t think to badly of me as I told her the dilemma over just who the father was.
“Ahnka, honey,” she said. “I understand you’re scared and confused. I can’t blame you for feeling that way. Your life has completely changed the last two months, and it’s going to change a lot more in the near future. But I know how much Steve loves you, and I know he’ll stay by you through this, even if the baby isn’t his.”
I nodded. I knew what she said was true.
“I don’t know what to say about your mother. At least I don’t know anything helpful…” I had seen the hurt look and the flash of anger in her eyes as I repeated my mother’s comments. “But I want you to know that I’m here if you need me. I’m not going to try and be a mother to you, but if you ever need to talk to an older woman, I’m here.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate that. Really, I do.”
“In defence of your mother…As mothers, we want what we think is best for our children. Sometimes, it’s hard to admit that your little baby has grown up and has an idea what’s best for him or her. Trust me, you’ll see what I mean.”
“I can sort of see that,” I said. “But that still doesn’t excuse what she said. I knew they weren’t going to be thrilled. But I was at least hoping for some understanding.” I shook my head. “Sorry, I don’t mean to whine.”
“You aren’t whining. In fact, I think you’re handling this very well. If it was me, I’d probably be crying my eyes out.”
“I did all that yesterday,” I said with a slight smile.
“Come with me,” She said suddenly, standing up and walking towards the stairs. I followed her, intrigued. She led the way up the stairs and all the way down the hall, to a narrow doorway. She opened it to reveal a set of stairs leading to the attic. I followed her up, wondering what she had in mind.
“Now, where is that trunk?” She looked around for a moment, then wove her way through trunks and boxes towards the far wall. Even though they hadn’t lived their but a couple of years, the Pages’ attic was just as dusty and cob-webby as one that hadn’t been disturbed in a hundred years. It was sort of romantic, in a weird, Danielle Steel sort of way. I slowly followed her, trying to guess what was under some of the drop cloths.
“A lot of that stuff was here when we moved,” Mrs. Page explained. “We keep saying we’ll get around to doing something with it, but we never do. You’re welcome to any of it. You and Steve ought to come up sometime and look.” That turned my thoughts to just what I’d like to do with Steve up in the attic.
“Ah-ha! Here it is!” I knelt next to Steve’s mom, who was kneeling in front of an old steamer trunk, gently rummaging through it.
“I know, you’ve only been engaged for about twelve, thirteen hours, and haven’t had a chance to think about anything regarding the actual wedding, but,” she pulled something wrapped in a sheet from the trunk and set it on the floor, “I was wondering if you might be able to use this in some way.” She opened the sheet to reveal a panel of delicate lace. “I’m not exactly sure how old this is, but it’s been in my family for at least three generations. There used to be more, but the tradition in my family is to pass it on to each daughter as she marries. Since I have two sons, I was hoping to pass it on to you.”
I looked at the older woman and felt tears spring to my eyes
“I’d be honoured,” I said. I threw my arms around her neck and hugged her. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, honey,” she said as she hugged me back. I pulled away and wiped tears from my eyes as she re-wrapped the lace.
“I’ll take this down and wash it,” she said. “It smells like it’s been in a trunk for thirty years!” We both laughed as we stood. We started working our way back towards the stairs, and she told me about what women in her family had used the lace for.
“My great aunt Theresa had little lace roses sewn over her dress. My mom used it for gloves.”
“What did you use it for?” I asked.
“Let’s just say the only two people who saw it were me, and my husband.”
“Ah,” I said, understanding.
“Mom? Ahnka?” Steve’s voice called up the stairwell.
“Up here, dear,” Mrs. Page called to her oldest son. Steve came up, Matt close in tow.
“Didn’t see my suitcase, did you?” the youngest Page asked his mother.
“No,” she said. “But then again, I wasn’t really looking.” She turned to Steve, hugging him and smiling proudly. “You and Ahnka should go through this stuff, see if there’s anything you’d want. I’m going to go down now and clean up, then start breakfast. I’ll call you when it’s ready.” That said, she went downstairs leaving me and the Page boys in the attic. Matt wandered of looking for his suitcase, and Steve and I walked over near the front wall, where a bunch of tall, dust cloth draped furniture formed a nice secluded nook.
As soon as we were out of sight, our hands were all over each other. I pressed against Steve, sensing his eagerness in his fevered kisses. I started sucking on his neck as I fought to get his shirt off. Once the offending article of clothing was heaped on the floor, I started sucking on his nipples and tugging lightly on his chest hair. His hands moved to the back of my head, wrapping into my hair as he softly moaned my name. That simple sound, a barely audible sigh, sent a shiver of ecstasy through me. I sped up my actions, kissing down his stomach to his pants, practically ripping the button from his khakis in my haste to free his erection. His thickness burst forth, a small drop of pre-cum glistening in the dusty morning light. I let my mind wander to thoughts of that gorgeous cock sliding in and out of me, and the immense pleasure that came from it as I slowly licked the pre-cum away. I felt Steve legs tremble lightly as I started to slowly take him into my mouth. His fingers wrapped themselves tighter into my hair as he fought the urge to thrust forward and force me to take him completely in. I took more of him in each time I went down, but still did it very slowly. My pussy was quite jealous of my mouth, pulsing and throbbing in sync with the movement of my mouth. As I slid my mouth completely over him, Steve gasped. I could tell he was starting to get close, so I slowly slid my mouth up his length and off, kissing back up his body. Steve’s hands fought with my clothes as I kissed him fully on the mouth. It didn’t take him long to have me naked, my clothes added to his on the floor. I could feel juices gush as he pressed against me and kissed me deeply.
“Oh god, Steve,” I whispered as he lightly licked my ear. “I want you.”
“Soon, love,” he said. He moved to stand behind me, kissing the side of my neck and cupping my breast. He fondled them for a brief moment, then slid his hand down my stomach to between my legs. He rubbed his palm over me, and I spread my legs wide, giving him full access to my core. I felt him slid two fingers between my lips, gently skimming across the opening of my vagina before moving towards my clit. He didn’t touch it, but just held my lips apart as he brought his lips to mine, his tongue demanding entry to my mouth. His left hand was cupping my left breast, the thumb skimming across my nipple, his right hand exposing my sex to the air, the closeness of his fingers to my little nerve bundle driving me insane.
I felt something brush across my clit. At first I thought it was one of Steve’s fingers.
But then I realized it was a tongue.
And Steve’s tongue was in my mouth.
I moaned as Matt’s tongue laid flat against my clit and pressed. I could feel Steve’s cock throb against me at the sound. I brought my right arm up and wrapped it around Steve, trying to press him against me closer than he already was. My left hand went down and wrapped in Matt’s hair. Somehow it seemed strange that I was kissing my fiancé while his little brother nuzzled his face in my pussy, but the sheer eroticness of it overrode that. As Steve’s tongue plunged in and out of my mouth, Matt’s tongue plunged in and out of me. Matt, I discovered, had a rather long tongue. It was quite nice, really. His nose tickling my clit, his tongue tickling my g-spot while his brother kissed me and fondled my chest. I was not a religious person, but at that moment, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a heaven, and I was in it.
The Page boys lavished attention on me, bringing me right to the edge, holding me there for an unbearably long time. Then, Matt’s tongue moved from my clit and plunged deep into me again as Steve’s fingers skimmed across my swollen clit, finally taking me over the top.
Matt slid his tongue out of me and wrapped his arms beneath my legs, lifting me. He and Steve carried me over to what looked like an old fashioned side board. They set me down on it, my legs hanging over the edge. Steve moved away first, so I watched Matt as he slowly ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh, brushing them over my sex, up my stomach, between my breast to my chin. He walked around to stand at my side, turning my face gently with his hand. When he was next to me, he leaned in and kissed me. Kissing Matt was a world away from kissing Steve. First, Matt’s lips weren’t as full as his brothers, nor were they as soft. They were actually a bit chapped, quite a change from Steve’s silky lips. Also, Steve kisses always had a bold quality about them. Matt’s were a bit less self-sure. That might have been due to the fact that he was kissing his brother’s fiancée, but I’m no psychologist.
Matt’s hand slipped down to my chest and cupped my right breast, starting a gentle squeeze pattern that made me moan loudly. I moaned again a moment later as Steve pulled me a bit closer to the edge and slid into me. He wrapped an arm behind my back, pulling me up so he could suck on my neck while he thrust.
I felt a small drop fall on my hand, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that it had dripped from Matt’s cock. I reached my hand up and tentatively touched him, eliciting a small gasp from him. I ran my finger over his tip, moistening it with pre-cum. Once it was somewhat slick, I wrapped my hand around and started stroking him slowly, gathering a bit more of the natural lubricant on my hand each time I went up. I matched my strokes to Steve’s thrusts, simply because it was to distracting to try another rhythm.
Steve ran his tongue up to my ear, grabbing my lobe and gently chewing on it. Matt’s hand squeezed my breast harder, and I realized he was telling me to grip him tighter. So I did, although I kept to the same medium pace with my movements.
I felt myself nearing peak, so I took my lips from Matt’s and sought Steve’s. He kissed me with intense urgency while Matt kissed my neck. Orgasm hit me, extremely powerful since I had just come so hard moments before. My hand squeezed tighter around Matt’s cock as I shuddered with delight. The younger Page thrust rapidly against my grip, sending a gush of warm fluid over my hand. Steve caught my tongue with his teeth and sucked lightly, then bit a bit harder as his own orgasm hit. The three of us remained where we were for a moment, too overwhelmed to move. Soon, though, I moved my hand away from Matt’s softening member, coming back to my senses and realizing that this was my future brother in-law. The spell was broken, and we separated. We used the underside of a dust cloth the clean up before dressing. Before we went down the stairs, Matt kissed me on the cheek.
“Welcome to the family,” he said.